Continuing
Theo's Education
By
Pink Panther
Continuing
Theo's Education
By
Pink Panther
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Chapter Thirty-Five
Brandon
As we head out of the
changing room, there's no over-confidence, no bravado. Although we're unbeaten
this season, Spenwood are a very physical team with
several big, strong players. In our five previous meetings, we've had one draw
and three losses. This is going to be tough and we all know it.
The first fifteen
minutes are very tight. We launch a few attacks but the opposing defenders are
very solid, allowing us no way through. It's the same when they're on the
attack. Holding our shape perfectly, we easily keep them at bay.
The one thing I learn
is that I can beat any of their guys in the air. In our last meeting, their two
tallest players were a match for me. Well now they're not. If we can win a
corner, we might be able to make use of that.
Right now, they're on
the attack again. Having evaded our midfielders, they're heading through the
middle, well into our half of the pitch. Mark Kendall, my partner in central
defence, goes out to challenge for the ball, but the result is indecisive, the
ball running loose to Carl Jackson, who's tracked back from midfield.
As he's in plenty of
space, he should simply clear the ball up-field to cut out the danger, but he
doesn't. Instead, he brings the ball under control and tries to run it out of
defence.
Immediately, Hawksley,
one of Spenwood's best players, comes across, calmly
takes the ball off him, and heads for goal. We're now out of position, too far
up the pitch.
Mark and I sprint back
towards goal, but Hawksley's got two yards on us. Picking his spot, he buries
the ball in the bottom left-hand corner of our goal, giving our goalie Robbie
Hale no chance. I'm furious. Carl knows what he should have done; we all do. I
glare at him, but don't say anything. This is not the time.
The game continues.
Then, with half-time approaching, a similar situation arises. The ball runs
loose to Carl well inside our half of the pitch, and once again, Hawksley
sprints across, clearly hoping to dispossess him like he did earlier. This
time, however, Carl strikes the ball first time. Meeting it perfectly, he
powers it diagonally across the pitch.
The look on Hawksley's
face is priceless. Coming in much too fast, he can't stop himself, clattering
into Carl well after the ball's gone. Meanwhile, Jonathan, alert as always,
sees the ball coming across. Stealing a couple of yards on the Spenwood defenders, he takes the ball towards goal.
Their goalie advances
to meet him, spreading his arms and legs to make himself as big as possible. As
soon as he goes down, Jonathan calmly chips the ball over him and into the net.
Wow! We've never scored a goal like that before!
Immediately, the
referee's whistle sounds. After checking with his assistant, he awards the
goal. He then strides across to where the original incident occurred.
"Come here!" he snaps,
calling Hawksley to him.
Having helped Carl to
his feet, Hawksley slinks across, looking like a condemned man. He could be
sent off for a challenge as bad as that and he knows it. To be fair to him, he
does exactly what you ought to do in that situation, looking down at the ground
while the ref spells out exactly what he did wrong.
Finally, the ref
brandishes a yellow card rather than a red one. Hawksley's been lucky! A couple
of minutes later, the whistle goes for half-time.
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Brandon
When
the game resumes, I can tell that what happened just before the break has
affected the Spenwood players. Not only have they
conceded a goal that they never saw coming, they've got one of their most
effective players on a yellow card.
For
his part, Hawksley's like he's walking on eggshells. I can understand that. He
knows that if he makes one more poor challenge, even if it's not that serious,
he'll be sent off. Gradually, we start to take control, and finally we win a
corner.
As
it's on the right, Carl bustles across to take it. I take up my position near
the penalty spot. I'm not surprised to find that they've put two defenders on
me. It's not a problem; I can outjump both of them.
The
referee blows his whistle and the kick comes in, arcing directly towards me. As
I go to jump for it, one of their defenders wraps his arms around my waist,
holding me down, while his mate jumps for the ball, missing it because he can't
get up as high as I would have.
Immediately,
the whistle goes again. The referee strides across, pointing at the penalty
spot, before turning towards the boy who held me down. The kid tries to act
innocent, but the ref's having none of it.
"Don't
say a word!" he snaps, his face like thunder. "That was the most blatant
example of holding I've ever seen!" he adds, producing his yellow card.
As
it's the first penalty we've had this season, we don't have an established
penalty-taker. We haven't even talked about it; I just assumed Zac would do it.
Instead, Carl walks purposefully across, picks up the ball and plants it on the
penalty spot.
I'm
not worried. He can strike a dead ball as well as anyone, and right now it's
like he's on a mission. He does not disappoint. Striking the ball perfectly, he
sends it arrowing into the bottom right-hand corner of the net.
The
final twenty minutes are brutal. With nothing to lose, the Spenwood
players scrap for everything, two more of them picking up yellow cards. At this
point, my job is to keep our guys calm.
Before
the final whistle, Carl makes two more important clearances. Although neither
of them hits the mark the way his first one did, he clears the danger, and with
a lead to defend, that's all that matters. Eventually, we run down the clock.
By standing firm and sticking to our plan, we've recorded the narrowest of
victories.
Heading
back to the changing room, we're all over Carl. After presenting Spenwood with a soft goal, the way he's played for the rest
of the match has been unbelievable.
"I've
been letting the team down," he admits, looking me right in the eye. "When I
gave that goal away, I knew it had to stop. I had to cut out the showing off and
do what I've been told to do."
"Well,
it worked!" Jonathan enthuses. "That pass was incredible! All I had to do was
run forward a few yards and it was right there for me. Their defenders were
half asleep!"
"That's
hardly a surprise," Mr Burgess says, smiling. "They've probably never had to
deal with a ball like that before. It was the sort of pass that Steven Gerrard
was famous for! But you showed great composure in front of goal."
"Well,
sir," I knew the defenders wouldn't catch me," Jon explains, "so I just waited
for the goalie to commit himself."
As
we reach the changing room, Mr Burgess calls me to one side.
"That
was the best win we've ever had," he says quietly, "and you've led the team
superbly. Well done!"
Heading
inside to get changed, I am buzzing! This afternoon, Theo and I will be heading
to the country park. We're going to have an amazing time!
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Brandon
As
we're leaving, Hawksley's waiting nearby. I've met him at training days for the
county schools' squad. He's a good player and seems like a decent kid.
"Bad
luck!" I say heading across to him.
"Not
really," he admits. "I could have been sent off for that. It was stupid!"
"Is
that why you never said anything?"
"Totally!
If I'd opened my mouth, he'd definitely have sent me off, and it wouldn't have
ended there. My dad was on the touchline. If I'd got my marching orders for answering
back, he'd have grounded me for a month!"
I
know it probably sounds strange, but I envy him for that. My dad
wouldn't want to know. Mike would love to come and watch me play, but it's not
that simple. I mean, what would he say if someone asks him who he is and why
he's there?
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Theo
Just
as Jamie and I arrive at Mummy's house, my phone bleeps. Stopping my bike on
the drive, I take it out. I've got a message!
"It's
from Brandon," I say. "They won 2 – 1."
"Cool!"
Jamie responds grinning. "Ooops! I think I've got one
too!"
Taking
it out of his pocket, he quickly scans his phone.
"Yeah!"
he confirms. "Same message!" He pauses for a moment. "This afternoon, are you
guys going to the park?"
"Sure!
That's the plan!"
"Well,
have fun! I'll see you both in the morning!"
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Brandon
When
Theo and I reach the park, I lock up our bikes and we head in through the gate.
Although it's early October, the weather's warm and sunny, perfect for being
out here. A little over five minutes later, we reach our hiding place.
"Did
you and Jamie come here this morning?" I ask.
"Yeah!"
"And
how was it?"
"Great,
thanks! You know how well I get on with Jamie."
"Definitely!
So, are you sure you're up for some more?"
"That
was hours ago! What do you think?"
Reaching
down, I run my hand over the front of his shorts, my fingers stroking his
rock-hard prick through the soft material.
"I
think you're horny again," I whisper, "just like you always are!"
Without
saying another word, we kick off our trainers and begin undressing each other.
Wearing only our socks, we get down on the grass. Over the next few minutes, we
kiss, fondle and suck each other. These days, it feels so perfect and so
natural, like it's what we were born for; totally different from the way it
used to be.
"You
turn me on so much!" I purr, nuzzling his ear.
"So,
are you going to fuck me then?" he queries.
"Is
that what you want?"
"Sure!
Isn't it what I always want?"
"Okay
then, sexy boy!"
Of
course, I've already fucked him once today, and I'm pretty sure that Jamie will
have done him as well. Still, if he wants more, I'm not objecting!
Getting
him onto all-fours, I start licking him out. A few weeks ago, I wouldn't have
even considered doing this, but now I've accepted who I am and what I'm into,
it feels as natural as everything else we do.
After
a couple of minutes, my tongue begins to tire. Easing myself away, I take the
tube of K-Y from the pocket of my shorts, squeeze some out and set about
finger-fucking him. Discovering almost immediately that his bum-hole's already
very greasy, I conclude that there's no more I need to do. Horny little Theo is
ready to take my cock!
"Okay!"
I urge, taking my fingers from his bum. "Roll onto your back; I want to try
something different!"
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Theo
I
quickly do as he says. Although this isn't the most comfortable place to be
lying down, if Brandon wants to fuck me this way round, I'm well up for it!
Since we got back from France, Jamie's fucked me like this a couple of times as
part of a chain fuck. Jandro has too, and I love it! I've had a dry-cum every
time without anyone even touching my piddle!
Kneeling
between my legs, Brandon lifts them up until my knees are close to my
shoulders. Grinning at him, I put my hands there to hold myself in position.
Smiling down at me, he homes in on my boy-hole. A moment later, he thrusts his
hard teen cock right into me. I watch, completely transfixed, as it steadily disappears
up my bum. Finally, I've taken it all.
"Now
lie down!" he instructs.
Releasing
my knees, I lower myself onto the grass. As I do so, Brandon stretches his legs
out behind him so his head and upper body are now directly above me. As he's so
much taller than I am, there's no way we'll be able to kiss, but he doesn't actually
try. Instead, he wraps his hands around my wrists, pinning them down just above
my head. A moment later, he begins to fuck.
Oh,
wow! This is so intense! Brandon's cock is the biggest one I've taken in
this position, and he's totally going for it! More than that, his musky teen
breath is filling my nostrils, just as it does when he has me lying face-down. The
feelings he's giving me are totally unreal, like he's taking me to places I
didn't even know existed!
Without
actually meaning to, I find myself moaning and gurgling, pretty well begging
for more. Suddenly, everything goes crazy, the tingling sensations going right
off the charts. Although Brandon is holding me down, I start shaking from head
to toe.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
I squeal.
With
my penis swelling and pulsing with a life of its own, my boy-hole goes into uncontrollable
spasms around Brandon's cock.
"Oh,
yeah!" he growls. "Now take what I've got for you!"
Thrusting
in as deep as he can, he pumps his spunk right up my bum. Wow! That was amazing!
I can scarcely believe how fantastic it was!
I always enjoy being fucked, but this one had it all!
After
a brief pause, Brandon leans down to lick my forehead before slowly pulling out.
A moment later, he releases my wrists.
"What
gave you the idea of doing it like that?" I ask.
"On
my old phone, I had a video of a guy fucking a boy, and that's how he was doing
it. I really wanted to give it a try, but I was wary about doing it at home in
case you panicked. Just now, if you'd asked me, or I could tell you didn't like
it, I'd have stopped. But as far as I could tell, you were well into it!"
"I'll let you into a secret," I say, grinning up at him. "For me, that was our best ever!"