Continuing
Theo's Education
By
Pink Panther
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Chapter Five
Mike
It's Friday afternoon.
As soon as I get back from work, I drive Theo to his mum's place. Since she
remarried, my ex, her new husband Tom, and Brandon, Tom's son from his previous
marriage, have moved into a large four-bedroomed house in leafy suburbia. I
haven't been there before.
Understandably, I
wasn't invited to the wedding, but Theo was. So, although I've met Tom briefly,
I haven't met Brandon. At this stage, all I know is that he's thirteen, he
plays in his school football team, and Theo described him as very good looking.
Stopping at traffic
lights, I glance across. Theo's looking apprehensive.
"What's bothering you?"
I ask.
"Brandon," he admits.
"Really?"
"Yeah. When I met him
at the wedding, there was something about him that reminded me of the boys who
used to pick on me at school."
"He didn't actually do
anything, did he?"
"No, but he didn't get
the chance. There were too many people around."
I don't dismiss it, but
I don't get too alarmed either. This could just be Theo being over-sensitive
and slightly paranoid as a result of what he went through before.
"Don't worry!" I say
brightly. "When I meet him, I'll read him the riot act. I'm sure he'll get the
message!"
All I actually know
about Brandon is what Sarah, my ex, has told me, which is that his Mum
succumbed to breast cancer when he was ten. That must have been difficult! If
the lad is a bit screwed up, that's almost certainly at the bottom of it.
Sarah also described
him as a brat, but as she'd probably say that about ninety-five per cent of
teenage boys, I didn't take too much notice.
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Brandon
Theo,
my step-mum's kid will be here soon. I met him at the wedding. Don't ask me
how, but I knew straightaway; he's a right little gay-boy! Well, I hope he
likes having my cock up his bum, because that's what he's going to get!
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Mike
We arrive shortly after
five o'clock. As we get out of the car, Sarah, my ex, comes out to greet us.
"Hello, Mummy!" Theo
says, beaming at her.
"Looks like a nice
place you've got here!" I comment.
"Yes," she responds.
"We like it!"
At that point, Brandon
emerges from the front door. He's wearing football kit that looks perfect on
him. Although he's about the same height as Carsten, and well on the slim side
of average, he looks much stronger and more athletic than our German friend.
With regular features
and smooth fair hair that just brushes the tops of his ears, `very good
looking' describes him perfectly. I certainly wouldn't mind a roll in the hay
with him, not that it's going to happen, of course.
"Hi!" I say brightly,
extending a hand. "You must be Brandon! Good to meet you!"
"Yes, thanks!" he says,
smiling and accepting my handshake. "Good to meet you too!"
"Look after this young
man for me!" I say, nodding towards Theo, while keeping my eyes locked on
Brandon's. "I am expecting to get him back in one piece!"
"Yes, of course!"
Brandon responds, still smiling.
Although there isn't
anything I can put my finger on, I can sense it. Just like Theo said, there's something
about Brandon that's a bit off. Right now, of course, there's nothing I can do
about it. A few minutes later, I head for home, hoping for the best.
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Theo
As
soon as Daddy's gone, Brandon takes me into the house leads the way upstairs.
"You'll
be sharing with me," he says casually, ushering me into a large airy room with
twin beds. "That's yours there," he adds indicating the bed further from the
door.
I'm
still a bit wary, but it's what Mummy's arranged. I'll just have to make the
best of it. And it's not as if Brandon's being unpleasant.
Brandon's
dad gets home just after six. Ten minutes later, the four of us sit down for
dinner. Afterwards, Brandon and I play computer games. It's all fine, except
for one thing. A couple of times, I catch Brandon looking at me like he's
sizing me up for his next meal. Or am I just imagining it?
Finally,
it's ten o'clock and time for bed. Once again, Brandon leads the way upstairs. After
we've had a piss and brushed our teeth, we return to `our' room, Brandon
closing the door behind us. We begin to undress.
"Actually,
I always sleep naked," he says nonchalantly.
"I
do too!" I respond, grinning.
Then
right in front of me, he pulls off his boxer shorts. And there it is: about the
same size as Alejandro's but with a neat little crop of hair above it. That's really
nice! I'm struggling to take my eyes off it! Turning my back, I quickly slip
off my underpants and hop under the duvet, hoping he hasn't noticed me getting
hard!
"Goodnight!"
he says, sounding really friendly. "I'll see you in the morning!"
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Brandon
That
clinches it! When I took off my boxers, the little gay-boy couldn't take his
eyes off my dick! I'm pretty sure he was getting a hard-on too, but I couldn't
see properly because the little slut turned his back before taking his undies
off. Well, it's good that he likes cock because I'm going to be giving him
plenty!
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Theo
I'm
asleep, or at least I was asleep, when I realise that there's something strange
happening. I reach for the duvet to pull it over me, but it's not there.
Instead, there's someone on the bed with me. It's Brandon. He's got me lying on
my tummy with my legs spread, and he's on top of me, trying to stick his cock
up my bum. Suddenly, he forces it in.
"Yeowww!" I protest, his invading cock stinging like hell.
"Shut
up, gay-boy!" he snarls, stuffing my underpants into my mouth. "I saw you
looking at my cock while we were getting ready for bed! Well, you like cock, so
I'm going to give you some!"
A
moment later, he starts to fuck. I hate it! It hurts! It's like he hasn't used
any lube. And when Alejandro got right on top like this, he put a pillow under
me. Well, Brandon hasn't, and as he's way heavier than I am, it's like his cock
is pinning me to the bed.
"You
like this, don't you, you little slut?!" he growls right in my ear.
I
guess I probably would have liked it if he wasn't being such an arsehole! All
he had to do was ask, and he could have fucked me just like the other boys
have. But no; it's like he wants to make it as unpleasant as possible! I
don't answer, just waiting for it to be over. Fortunately, it doesn't take
long.
"Nnng! Nnng! Nnnnngg!"
he gasps, his musky breath filling my nostrils.
A
few seconds later, his cock slides out.
"Don't
you dare tell anyone about this!" he snarls, getting off the bed.
After
throwing the duvet over me, he leaves me to it. I feel used and dirty. I
usually like having another boy's spunk inside me, but not his; not like that.
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Theo
When
we get up, Brandon acts like absolutely nothing's happened. A little later,
Mummy asks me if I'm okay, maybe because I'm a bit quieter than usual. I assure
her that I'm fine. Of course, I could have told her what Brandon did, but that
would have caused all sorts of trouble, and I just can't deal with it. It's
easier to say nothing.
Actually,
I'm almost crapping myself, wondering what's going to happen next. The answer
is nothing. When Mummy goes out to do the weekend shopping, I go with her `to
help her load the car'. Of course, the real reason is that being away from
Brandon makes me feel much safer, like I can actually be me!
Right
through the day, Brandon and I always have at least one adult with us. In a way
it's quite funny! Brandon gets really frustrated; I can see it on his face! But
somehow, he has to keep up the act of being `the polite, well-behaved son'.
Eventually,
it's bedtime. I'm dreading it. This morning, it was a bit before six o'clock
when Brandon got on the bed with me, while my mum and his dad were still fast
asleep. I'm guessing he'll do the same again.
While
we're getting ready, we don't even speak. It's like I know what's going to
happen and so does he. Having stripped down to my underpants, I decide to make
things more difficult for him by leaving them on. Turning back the duvet, I
start to get into bed.
"Take
them off, gay-boy!" Brandon orders.
I
hesitate, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
"I
said take them off!" he snaps.
To
my shame, I cave in, too worried about what might happen if I don't do as he
says. Once in bed, it takes me ages to go to sleep. Finally, I do nod off, only
to be woken abruptly to find that Brandon has joined me for `a repeat
performance'. You already know the details.