Continuing Theo's Education

By Pink Panther

Continuing Theo's Education

By Pink Panther

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Theo

Another week has gone past, and it's the start of the half-term break. After spending Saturday night at Paul and Jandro's house, which was most enjoyable like it always is, Daddy and I are on our way home, bringing Jandro with us.

He'll be staying until Wednesday morning, when his daddy (Paul) will collect him and take him home. Once he's left, Daddy will take me to Mummy's house, where I'll stay until Sunday lunchtime.

While Jandro's staying at our apartment and Daddy's out at work, the plan is for Brandon and Jamie to cycle over so they can have sex with myself and Jandro. I'm not sure exactly how it's going to work out, but I'm sure we'll have lots of fun!

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Jandro

I've got mixed feelings about this. I'd have preferred to have Theo stay with us again, but when Mike invited me and Dad was all for the idea, I really couldn't say no. I'll miss seeing Chris and Dominic for the next couple of days, but I guess I can live with that.

On the positive side, I'll have the opportunity to meet Jamie, who's like Brandon's boyfriend. From what Mike and Theo have told me, he's exactly the sort of boy I love to go with. What I'm hoping is that as Brandon hasn't fucked Theo for more than a week, he'll be quite happy to do that, leaving me with the opportunity to get to know Jamie. I guess we'll have to see how things play out!

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Mike

Back at the apartment, the boys help me prepare a light lunch; we'll have a cooked meal this evening. Although Theo tries not to show his excitement, I can see that he's very pleased to have Jandro staying here. It'll be the first time he's had his `boyfriend' spend the night in his bed, and that's a big thing for him.

Not long after we've finished eating, the buzzer sounds. As expected, it's Brandon, here for his weekly chat. While I let him into the building, Theo takes Jandro into his room, closing the door behind them.

I open the front door just as Brandon emerges from the lift.

"Good to see you again!" I say smiling. "Come in!"

Having ushered him into my room, we park ourselves in our usual places, Brandon sitting on the side of the bed, me sitting on my office chair which I've turned to face him.

"Well, how's your week been?" I ask.

"It's been good, thanks," he responds.

I can tell straightaway that something's a bit off. For some reason, he's antsy, not relaxed like he usually is.

"So, what's bothering you?" I demand. "And don't say it's nothing, because I can see that something is."

"I'm getting worried that Jamie seems to be drifting away from me."

That comes as a total shock. It's one of the last things I'd expected him to say.

"Really?" I query. "What makes you say that?"

"Is Jandro here?" he asks, changing tack.

"Yes; Theo's keeping him entertained. He told you last week. Anyway, what's Jandro got to do with it?"

"Jamie seems really keen to meet him."

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that. Even if they do like each other, which they probably will, it's not going anywhere."

"And didn't Jamie come here on Wednesday, while I was at football training?"

"Yes, he did," I reply, "and we did have sex. You weren't available, so I got the nod. It was very enjoyable; I won't pretend it wasn't."

I need to choose my words carefully here. I could remind him that it was his idea for Jamie to come here for sex, but having just learned how fragile Brandon's self-belief actually is, that's the last thing I want to do.

"And do you know what else Jamie did while he was here?" I query. "He sang your praises, telling me how pleased he is to have `the real Brandon' back, how much he admires the way you've started to get your life back on-track, and what you've achieved with the football team. But most important of all, he told me how much he appreciates the way you stood up for him. Yes, he enjoys having casual sex with other guys, just like you do, but in terms of real commitment, he's yours, like totally."

"I'm being stupid, aren't I?" Brandon suggests, looking embarrassed.

Moving across to sit next to him, I put a protective arm around his shoulder.

"It's tough," I say quietly. "For three years, you went through a very difficult time. The scars are not going to heal overnight. As a result, little things can seem much bigger than they actually are. Now just like Jamie said, you've made a wonderful start to putting things right, and the love and support he's given you have played a big part in that. But it's early days. This is a major journey you're on, but as long as you treat him right and don't push him away, Jamie will be there to take it with you. Trust me, yeah?"

"Thanks, Daddy" he says appreciatively, his earlier anxiety having disappeared from his face. "I understand now."

Without saying another word, he begins to undress me. Reading the signals, I reciprocate. Pretty soon we're both naked. Although the subsequent foreplay follows its usual pattern, it's more intense than I've come to expect, Brandon ratcheting up everything he does. It's clear that he doesn't just want me to have full-on sex with him; he's gagging for it.

After around twenty minutes, I get him onto all-fours and start to prepare him. I take my time. Seven days since I last penetrated him, he doesn't need me to rush things. Finally, he's ready. To my surprise, however, he rolls onto his back.

"You know last week, you asked me if I'd like you to fuck me the way I did Theo out in the woods?" he asks, lifting his legs. "Would you like to try that now?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Please, Daddy! I really want to try it!"

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Brandon

After smearing Astroglide over his cock, Mike lines himself up and stuffs it in. I watch intently as it steadily disappears up my bum. As soon as I've got the whole thing, I lower myself onto the bed, allowing him to stretch out over the top of me.

"Hold my wrists," I tell him, placing them on either side of my head.

Following my instruction, Mike puts me into the same position that I've had Theo in, not just when we've been at the country park, but on his bed too, like we did first thing this morning.

After a second's pause, he begins to fuck. Holy shit! I totally get why Theo loves this so much! The way Mike's cock is rubbing against my sex-gland is just ridiculous! The sensations are unbelievable! And it doesn't matter that there's nothing touching my dick; if he carries on like this, I'll cum anyway!

As two minutes stretch into three, I'm aware of my orgasm starting to build, my breathing becoming harsh and uneven. But even though I felt it coming, it hits me like an avalanche, all my muscles wracked by wild, crazy spasms.

A moment later, my penis jerks into action, my teen spunk spurting all over our chests and stomachs. At the same moment, my boy-hole clamps tight around Mike's cock.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" he growls. "Now take what I've got for you!"

Over the next few seconds, he pumps his daddy-cream deep into my bum, like lots and lots of it. Fuck! That was amazing!

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Mike

As Brandon doesn't immediately hurry off to my wet-room, I take a towel from the bedside cabinet and spread it under him.

"I think you enjoyed that," I suggest, smiling. "You shot all over us!

"Yes, thank you, Daddy!" he responds, turning to face me. "Theo loves me doing him like that. Now I know why!"

We spend the next few minutes snuggled up together, kissing and caressing each other. Suddenly, Brandon farts noisily, reminding me that his boy-hole is still full off my spunk.

"Come on!" I say gently, helping him off the bed and guiding him into the wet-room. "It's time we got cleaned up!"

As I turn on the shower, Brandon squats over the toilet, allowing my semen to run out in one long, continuous stream. After wiping his bum, he joins me under the shower. As usual, we wash each other, but when we've finished, instead of getting dry, Brandon starts to play around.

Seeing no reason not to, I return the favour, getting him hard in just a couple of seconds. It's not a surprise; that's how I was when I was fourteen. Inevitably, it takes Brandon a little longer to get me fully erect, but as soon as he does, he positions himself in front of me, bent over the toilet.

I can hardly believe it. Although he hasn't actually said it, he wants me to fuck him again! Actually, that's going to be quite a challenge. I haven't fucked a boy twice in quick succession since I left school fourteen years ago, and because I shoot lots more spunk than most guys seem to, I found it hard even then.

On the other hand, I can't turn him down. It's what he wants and I need to deliver! Lining myself up, I thrust my cock right up him. Quite deliberately, I don't use any more lube. If I'm going to cum for a second time, I'll need all the friction I can get!

Holding Brandon around the tops of his thighs, I start to fuck him, settling myself into a nice steady rhythm that I know I'll be able to sustain. As the minutes tick slowly past, I'm spurred on by Brandon, whose quiet moans and whimpers are punctuated by cries of `Oh, yeah!' and `Fuck me, Daddy!'

After more than ten minutes, I sense that my second orgasm is finally on its way. Reaching down, I take hold of Brandon's penis, wanking him enthusiastically. Even that takes longer than it usually does, but after around twenty seconds, his dick comes to life in my hand, his teen spunk splattering over the toilet.

Fortunately, the fourteen-year old's anal contractions have the same effect on me that they always do. Resuming my grip on his thighs, I pump another load of daddy-cream into his beautiful teen bum. After taking a few seconds to regain my composure, I carefully withdraw, totally out of it.