Continuing
Theo's Education
By
Pink Panther
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Chapter Six
Theo
Sunday
goes much the same way that Saturday did. I can tell that Brandon wants to get
me on my own, but with at least one of our parents around all the time, he
never gets the chance. By the middle of the afternoon, he's almost crawling up
the walls.
If
the situation was reversed and we were at our apartment, I know places within
about fifteen minutes' walk where we could go and nobody would see us. But they
only moved in here two weeks ago, and it seems like Brandon hasn't found
anywhere close by that he can take me.
Of
course, I know he'll fuck me after we've gone to bed, probably early tomorrow
morning. I guess I'm sort of resigned to it. His cock's no bigger than
Alejandro's, and he cums pretty fast, so it's not that
bad. I'll just let him get on with it. What I am worried about is what'll
happen when our parents head off to work. Whatever it is, I'll just have to get
through it.
What
I'm not going to do is to take any notice of Brandon telling me not to say
anything. Actually, I won't need to. The moment I get into Daddy's car, he'll
know things have gone wrong. That's just how it is. So, he'll ask me what
happened, and I'll tell him. I don't want Brandon to know that though!
Eventually,
it's time for bed. Once again, we don't talk. As he gets into bed, Brandon
gives me a look that says `You know what's coming', and that's it. After taking
off my underpants, I climb into bed. I'm really tired, probably because I slept
so badly last night. I'm out like a light as soon as my head hits the pillow.
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For
once, I wake up still on my own. It's already light so I check the time. It's
half past five. If the past two mornings are anything to go by, it won't be
long until Brandon joins me. I wonder if I could sneak out of the bedroom and
lock myself in the bathroom until our parents get up.
But
I bottle it. For a start, I have to pass Brandon's bed to get out. He may well
stop me. And even if I get to the bathroom, that'll just piss him off even
more. It's not worth it.
Then
I get another idea. Moving the pillow into the middle of the bed, I lie
face-down on top so it's under my boy-parts, and pretend to be asleep. A few
minutes later, Brandon pulls the covers off me.
Either
he doesn't notice I've got the pillow under me, or if he does, he doesn't care.
Anyway, he just gets down on top of me and stuffs his dick up my bum. It still
hurts, and I still hate it, but at least it's not so bloody uncomfortable!
He's
quick again too. After fucking me for less than a minute, he cums up my arse.
"You're
such a little slut!" he whispers, pulling his cock out.
Having
thrown the duvet back over me, he leaves me to it, my bum all messy with spunk.
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At
seven o'clock, our parents get up, and we're expected to get up with them. With
Brandon and I still having breakfast, they leave for work just before eight.
"What
happens now?" I ask apprehensively.
"We
wait," Brandon says coldly. "We can play computer games if you want."
I
don't ask what we're waiting for. If he was going to tell me, he'd have already
done it. That's just how he is. In any case, playing computer games is okay, He
beats me, of course, because he plays way more than I do, but I don't care.
Just
before ten, the doorbell rings. Brandon goes to answer it. A few seconds later,
he's back accompanied by another boy who's dressed in shorts and a football
top.
"This
is Jamie," he says, "He's a friend from school. He's gay like you, aren't you,
Jamie?"
"You
mean you're not?" Jamie quips.
"Of course I'm not!" Brandon insists. "I just like fucking
your arse! Come on, let's go upstairs!"
Actually,
Jamie looks really nice; smaller than Brandon and slim, with sandy-blond hair,
blue eyes and freckles. With no other choice, I follow them up to our room,
just hoping for the best.
"Okay
get your clothes off!" Brandon orders, closing the door.
As
we strip off, Jamie and I check each other out. I guess we can't help it.
Finally, we take off our underpants. Jamie's cock is around the same size as
Carsten's, and like me, he's rock-hard.
"Look
at you two gay-boys perving on each other!" Brandon sneers. "Like what you see,
do you?"
Actually,
I like what I see very much! I've no idea why Brandon has to be such an
arsehole about it!
"This
is where we get to do a chain-fuck!" he says, smirking at Jamie. He turns to
me. "Sit on the edge of the bed!"
I
do as he says.
"Now
lie on your back and lift your legs right up!" he orders.
Of
course, I know exactly what to do, placing my hands around my knees to hold
them in position.
"Holy
shit!" Jamie says, his eyes widening. "You really have fucked him, haven't
you?"
"Of course I have!" Brandon responds, smirking. "I told you!
Now get your cock up him!"
Reaching
into the pocket of his shorts, Jamie produces a tube of K-Y, smearing some over
his dick and working some into my bum.
"I
don't know what you're using that for," Brandon complains. "You don't need it."
"You
don't have to be a dickhead all the time, you know?" Jamie counters. "I told
you; it makes it easier!"
Smiling
down at me, Jamie carefully pushes his cock into my bum, pushing steadily
forwards until I've taken the whole thing. I smile back up at him. I like this!
I like him too!
"Now
you use some!" Jamie insists, passing Brandon the K-Y, "Please!"
"Yeah,
okay!" Brandon concedes.
Bending
at the waist, Jamie pushes his body down between my legs. It's like he'd kiss
me if he could, only it doesn't quite work. Suddenly, I feel a jolt.
"Oh,
yeah!" Brandon growls.
I
can't actually see, but I'm pretty sure he's just stuffed his dick up Jamie's
arse.
"You
two sluts stay where you are!" he adds. "I'm going to fuck you senseless!"
He
gets to work. Each time he pulls back, Jamie's dick comes part-way out of my
bum, and when he thrusts forwards, it goes back in again. It's magical! I don't
know how it is for Jamie, but I'm having an amazing time! If it wasn't for
Brandon being so aggressive, and calling us sluts and gay-boys, it'd be
perfect!
"I've
really missed this for the past two days," Brandon rasps. "I really need to
have my cock right inside you!"
It's
no surprise that none of us lasts very long. After barely a minute, I have a
dry-cum, Jamie shoots his boy-juice up my arse, and Brandon spunks in Jamie's
bum.
Afterwards,
we get dressed and head back downstairs into the lounge. While I watch telly,
Brandon and Jamie sit on the sofa, chatting quietly. I can't hear what they're
talking about.
What
I can tell is that they know each other really well. Brandon tries to boss
Jamie around just like he does with me, but when he goes too far, Jamie seems
to know how to keep him in check. I wish I could do that!
Eventually,
it's time for Jamie to go home, smiling at me as he says goodbye. I'm sorry to
see him go. After moving into the kitchen, Brandon fixes us a snack lunch. We
eat it in silence.
"Okay,"
Brandon says when we've finished eating. "Let's go upstairs."
Shepherding
me out of the kitchen, he follows me up to his room.
"Stand
there!" he orders, pointing to the chair by his desk.
I
do as he says. Standing behind me, he yanks my shorts and underpants down.
"Now
bend over, slut!" he sneers.
A
moment later, he's fucking me again. I hate it! It's not because it hurts
though. He hasn't got his weight on me, and with a mixture of lube and Jamie's
boy-juice still inside me, Brandon's cock goes in quite easily. No, I hate it
because he's treating me like I don't matter. It's like I'm his sex-slave or
something. That's horrible!
Less
than a minute later, he's finished.
"Three
fucks in one day!" he says, his cock sliding out. "That can't be bad! Still, I
needed to stock up. You won't be back for a couple of weeks, will you?"
I
don't respond, my bum all messy again.
"Now
go and get a shower," he orders, pulling his shorts up. "Then get ready to go
home."
I
take a long time in the shower, much longer than usual, trying desperately to
get rid of every trace of Brandon. Eventually, I get dressed and pack my bag,
ready for Daddy to pick me up.
We
sit in the lounge, me watching the telly and Brandon playing computer games on
his own. Just before five o'clock, I spot Daddy's car turning onto the drive.
"Daddy's
here now," I say, getting to my feet.
"Off
you go then!" he says, looking daggers at me. "And remember, you don't say a
word about what we've been up to, right?"
"Sure,"
I reply, trying to sound like it's no big deal.
Heading
out through the front door, I hurry towards the car, a sense of relief sweeping
over me. I've finally escaped! And as for `don't say a word', well, that's what
arsehole Brandon thinks!