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!"