Continuing
Theo's Education
By
Pink Panther
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Chapter Eight
Mike
It's Saturday morning.
After breakfast, I drive to the supermarket to do the weekend shopping, taking
Theo with me. Returning home, we put everything away before heading to the park
where I help Theo practice catching a tennis ball.
During our time in
France, he became reasonably good at catching a frisbee. He still can't throw
it very far, but we can work on that when he hits puberty and his muscles start
to develop. So, for the moment, we're working on catching a tennis ball.
Nobody needed to teach
me how to catch a ball. It was something I did almost automatically. But Theo's
not like I was, and initially, he did it all wrong. Instead of moving to get
behind the ball, holding his hands steady and letting the ball come to him, he
flapped at it. It's what boys like him do.
But just because he
finds this sort of thing difficult, it doesn't mean he can't learn how to do
it. What he requires is the willingness to work at it, which he has, and what I
require is lots of patience, which where Theo's concerned, I've got in
abundance.
Having started with a
few gentle throws, I throw one a bit harder, aimed just outside his right
shoulder. Having learned what to do, he steps smartly across, arms out in
front, his hands in the catching position. As the ball reaches him, he closes
his fingers around it, his relaxed elbows allowing him to draw it back onto his
chest.
"Well done!" I call,
smiling.
My next throw is
gentler, but well wide of his left hand. A little slow to pick it up, he
doesn't quite get there in time, the ball striking his hand and bouncing back out.
"A good effort!" I tell
him. "You were a bit slow off the mark. Don't worry, we'll get there!"
After forty minutes, we
head back to the apartment. It's been a good session. Theo's definitely
improving. I know he'll never be brilliant at this type of thing, but I do
want him to be competent. As long as we keep putting the work in, he's well
capable of that.
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Theo
Back
at the apartment, I help Daddy prepare lunch: tuna with salad and crusty bread
rolls. After we've eaten and cleared everything away, we park ourselves on the
sofa. Daddy turns on the telly for the start of the new Premier League season
and selects the match we're going to watch.
If
it hadn't been for Daddy encouraging me, I probably wouldn't have been
interested in watching football. After all, I'm useless when it comes to
playing it. But I enjoy spending time with Daddy, sitting here close together
while he quietly explains what's happening on the pitch. There is an added
bonus, of course. Some of the players are really gorgeous! I love looking at
them, trying to imagine what they'd look like naked.
Within
a couple of minutes of the match kicking off, I notice one of the home players,
Adam Bennett-Clark. According to the commentator, he's only seventeen and a really
exciting prospect. What captures my attention is how good-looking he is!
Picking
up the ball just inside his own half, he quickly advances along the left wing,
skilfully evading two defenders before whipping in a cross. Although on this
occasion it doesn't lead to a goal, he makes it look amazing! My prick's gone
rock hard; no surprise there!
I
try to picture his cock. The only thing I'm sure about is that it must be
pretty big! So, would it be like Marcel's, maybe? Somehow, that doesn't seem
quite right. Perhaps it would be more like François
the lifeguard. Although I never saw him hard, François dick was very impressive
soft! Yeah, that's definitely it! One like that would suit Adam perfectly!
"I'm
guessing you've seen something you like," Daddy whispers, his arm around my
shoulder.
"Yes,
Daddy!"
"Young
Bennett-Clark, I presume?"
"Yes,
Daddy!"
"Mmmmm!" he purrs. "I thought you'd go for him! In fact, I'd
have been surprised if you hadn't. From what I've heard, he's a really nice
lad, hard-working and very sensible."
"And
he looks fantastic!"
"Yeah,
well I can't disagree with that!" Daddy responds, grinning.
It's
okay. I know it's most unlikely that a Premier League footballer like Adam
Bennett-Clark would be `interested' in a kid like me, even if I got to meet
him, which I probably won't;
`.
. . Kneeling in front of him, I pull down his shorts, and there it is, his
magnificent cock hardening rapidly right in front of me. Opening my mouth as
wide as I can, I close my lips over it and begin to suck. Very gradually, I
work my way down until I'm taking it right down my throat.
At
the same time, I reach up, using my fingertips to stroke the sensitive area
behind his large, low-hanging balls. Adam responds by gently stroking my hair, while
telling me what a good boy I am and what a great job I'm doing.
Suddenly,
we've moved on, with Adam sitting on the end of the bed while I stand in front
of him, allowing him to pull my underpants down. The next thing I know, I'm on
the bed, down on all-fours, while Adam licks me out and finger-fucks me.
As
his fingers slide out, he pulls one of the pillows into the middle of the bed,
I don't wait for him to ask; I know what he wants. It's what these older guys
always want. I lie down, my legs spread apart, the pillow right under my
boy-parts.
A
moment later, he's on top of me, his cock spearing into my bum. It's the
biggest one I've taken, and it hurts, but I don't care. Adam's one of the most
beautiful guys I've ever seen. He's been really nice to me too, not like that
arsehole Brandon, so I want this as much as he does.
Being
seriously fit, he was never going to disappoint. Within seconds, he's fucking
me senseless while telling me how cute I am and what a tight little bum I've
got. It ends the only way it can, with me having a really wild dry-cum while Adam
fills my boy-hole with his hot, creamy spunk. . .'
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Mike
Once
again, my horny ten-year old son is as hard as a chocolate frog. He's
fantasising about Bennett-Clark having sex with him. I can pretty well see the
wheels turning in his head.
It's
perfectly understandable. Although he's a bit too old for me – a few years ago I'm
sure I'd have regarded him as my perfect boy – with his smooth blond hair,
still slightly boyish features and a wonderfully athletic physique, Adam
Bennett-Clark is one of the most attractive teens you're ever likely to see.
I'm
not sure exactly how Theo's fantasy would go, but I know how it'll end: with
Bennett-Clark fucking his cute little arse! I wonder what position Theo will be
in? I'm pretty sure he'll be getting fucked from behind because that's what
he's familiar with. But will he be down on all-fours, or lying face-down with
his legs spread?
Either
way, I'd love to be a fly on the wall while that's happening! Maybe they'll be
doing it in Theo's room with me watching them, using the covert camera I
installed. Although I'd never actually do that, just thinking about it is wonderfully
exciting!
Suddenly,
Theo emerges from his reverie.
"Wow!
You were well away there!" I say, grinning.
"Well,
I can dream, can't I?" he responds, beaming back at me.
"So tell me, which other footballers d'you fancy?"
"Well,
there's Luke Sargent and Andrzej Markovski," he suggests, referring to two remarkably
cute eighteen-year olds.
"I
wouldn't argue with those choices," I confirm.
"Then
there's Scott Paxton."
"Hmmm!
He's twenty-four now!"
"I
know, but he still looks really hot! And he's actually gay!"
"With
a long-term partner that he's been with for six years."
Actually,
Scott's partner, who's twenty-two, still looks really boyish. He must have been
as cute as buttons when they first got together!
"Yeah!"
Theo says wistfully. "It's a shame he's joined Real Madrid."
"It
was the right move though. He'd gone as far as he could with Greswall. I guess we'll have to start watching La
Liga."
I'm
tempted to have a little play-around while we watch the football – Theo's clearly
up for it – but I decide not to. This evening, we're going to Paul and
Alejandro's place, where we plan to spend the night.
Theo
says he's looking forward to it, but after the ordeal Brandon put him through
last weekend, I need to be cautious. To be honest, I'm impressed by the way
Theo seems to have recovered. He certainly appears to be far more resilient
than he used to be. Or is he just putting up a front?
If
he's not, much of the credit must go to Lukas. He got through to Theo in a way
that I could never have done. Anyone who can persuade Theo to go down a
rope-slide has a type of magic that I simply don't possess.
I
think another reason is that Theo can see a very real prospect that Brandon
will get his come-uppance, in a way that his tormentors at school never did.
Normally, schadenfreude is not an attitude I'd encourage, but
after the way Brandon treated him, I'll give him a pass on that one!
The
match ends with the home team recording a comfortable 3 – 1 victory,
Bennett-Clark getting an assist for their first goal and scoring their second.
I immediately switch over to Final Score, watching lazily as live
scores come in from the other matches.
"My
swimming lessons will start soon, won't they Daddy?" Theo asks.
"Yes,
they start in the second week of September, the week after you go back to
school. And they'll be one-to-one lessons, with just you and the instructor, so
you won't need to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of other kids."
"Actually,
I don't think I'd be worried about that now," he responds.
While
that's good to hear, at the moment, it's not a risk I'm prepared to run.
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Mike
By
five o'clock, with the results from all the afternoon's matches having come in,
I turn off the telly. It's time to prepare dinner. As usual, Theo eagerly
assists me, looking as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as he ever has. I certainly
can't detect any lack of enthusiasm for what we've planned for this evening.
As
a matter of courtesy, I've already briefed Paul about what happened last
weekend. He was as incensed as I was, and expressed total support for the way
that I propose to deal with Brandon, although he did admit that it was a course
of action he probably wouldn't take himself.
I
can live with that. As far as I'm concerned, we've got our bases covered. If
Brandon takes the bait and comes to our apartment, he won't be able to say
anything about what I do to him without dropping himself into some serious
shit. While the lad's obviously pretty screwed up, I
don't think he's suicidal!