Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 20:34:44 +0000 From: Marcus DaCosta Subject: Curtis Seduces - Chapter 5 CURTIS SEDUCES This is the story of a teenage boy on his journey of self-discovery as he engages on sexual experiences with various adult males. If this is not your thing, or is illegal to read where you are, please click the exit button. Otherwise enjoy. I appreciate your comments, instructions and participation as the journey progresses. Details at the bottom. All usual nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply. CHAPTER 5: Gary Clarke (Sean's Dad) -------------------------------------------------------- "Where are you going, baby?" mum said as I kissed her goodbye and walked towards the door. "It's quarter to six ma", I replied, "I have to be back in school at 6pm to help out at the open evening, remember?" "What time will you be back, baby?" she asked. "I'm not sure mum, probably about 9pm". I replied "I will have your dinner ready for 9pm then baby". "Thanks mum" I said, not holding out much hope for her actually making good on that promise. At least I could pop over to the kebab shop for a free meal if needs be. I jumped on my bike, rode to school as quickly as possible, chained my BMX to the bike-park, and rushed to the reception area to meet up with Mr. Wilde. After a few minutes he arrived with the headmaster in tow, talking about the 'fantastic' visual display that was taking pride of place in the main hall. "We have Curtis to thank for the excellent display" Mr. Wilde said to the headmaster. "Very impressive photography Curtis", the headmaster spoke firmly, ready to spend the evening exaggerating the schools appeal and achievements to all in sundry. "Perhaps", he continued, "you might like to grace us for the entire day tomorrow, young man", he said, referring to my truanting. "Sorry about that sir, I dont normally leave school early, its just that I fucked, urgh, I mean tired sir". "Hmmm" muttered the headmaster as he moved on, leaving me standing there with Mr. Wilde. "Did you like the video, sir", I winked. "Curtis, what happened can never happen again mate", he instructed, "I have no idea what came over me, and I'm very sorry for... " "Save your apologies for Amelia sir", I mocked. "You have nothing to apologise to me about sir, and we wont mention it again, aigh?". "Thank you Curtis". He looked relieved. "Now, what I want you to do, is to wait over there with the others, at the 'tour station', and when somebody, or a group of people wants a tour of the school, take them around and show them as much of the school as you can, while they still appear interested". "OK sir", I replied, and went over to the 'tour station' and stood there looking important along with three other suckers who had been roped into the same task. It wasn't long before my first tour took place. Three ladies, all of whom looked to be in their 30s, and one of whom was carrying a baby in a car-seat, approached me together. It appeared that they had come in a group, and knew each other very well. There was a lot of jokey banter between them, and I guess that none of them worked, they tried to give off the impression that they were the sort of ladies that 'do lunch', but I suspected that the lunch they 'did' took place in Asda, or at best Costa, rather than in a swanky bistro. I tried to be funny with the whole 'and on your left you will see' speeches, as well as giving a lot of hilarious anec-dotes about the teachers, they appreciated my humour and the way that I joined in their banter. Eventually one of them (who happened to be the prettier of the three) asked me: "What year are you in Curtis?". "Year 10" I replied honestly, "Wow, you look a lot older than that", she said flirtatiously, "I assumed you to be a sixth-former". She smiled, and continued "You look familiar actually". One of the other women sighed "Oh, here we go". I smiled, joining in the flirting, and probably taking it too far: "Well, I'm sure we haven't fucked, because I would DEFINATELY have remembered that!". All three of them laughed uncontrollably, and the pretty one went red, revealing the fact that the thought HAD run through her mind. We reached back to the reception area, and they thanked me for a 'wonderful tour', dropping hints that they would all be sending their children to this school, and making it sound like 'that was my fault'. A few more groups came and went fairly uneventfully. I mean, I was my usual charming self, but one tour was pretty much the same as the next, until that is, my last 'taker'. I was pleasantly surprised to hear a high-pitched voice calling out my name "Yo Curtis, blud", trying to sound urban, and failing dramatically, but nevertheless it was good to see the boy. It was Sean, the white boy from the swimming pool, he had come for a tour of the school with is father who introduced himself to me a 'Gary'. Gary looked surprisingly young to be the father of a boy Seans age, and to be honest I was amazed to find out that Sean, and presumably Dwayne, were still in primary school. It turned out that Dwayne had just turned 11, Sean was still 10, and Gary, who had got Sean's mum pregnant with him when they were still teenagers, was 28 years old, but looked to be in his early 20s. He was wearing a black Lonsdale tracksuit and black Lonsdale trainers, his tracksuit jacket was unzipped, revealing a white Lonsdale t-shirt, and a thick gold-plated chain. He looked like the king of the chavs, but wore the look with pride, as though intentional. His hair had been shaved, but not recently. He was clean-shaven although he looked as though he couldn't grow facial hair even if he tried. He had green eyes, and was wearing a black Lonsdale baseball cap. He looked 'OK'. "Sponsored by Lonsdale are we", I jested. "Yeah mate", Gary laughed, looking me up and down, his demeanour and expression revealed that he felt slightly intimidated by me, but he gave me his hand to shake, which I did, firmly. His hand was sweaty, like a teenage boy's. "Safe, kid", I said to Sean, while slapping him lightly round the back of his head. I explained to his father that we had met in the swimming pool. "So then kid" Gary started, trying to reduce me in stature to be the 'kid', "are you gonna show us round this shit-hole?" I realised that I was going to be able to relax with Gary, and give him a very honest tour of the school. I got the impression that he was not going to snake me for using profanities, and my anec-dotes and jokes became more and more risque as the tour progressed. "This is the head-master's office", I pointed out, as we passed it. "He is called the head-master, because he is the master at giving head" I kept a straight face, but Gary sniggered like a kid. I continued. "He gives head to most of the boys here, and that is why we have nick-named him the 'head-master' I said, breaking a smile, and milking far too much out of one joke. "Ya hear that kid", Gary held his son by the elbow. "Not only are you gonna get to learn shit here, but your gonna get your dick sucked too". He laughed, and looked at us both as though he had made the joke up. Sean looked slightly embarrassed at his fathers behaviour. Sean defused it by adding. "I hope the deputy head is a woman". "She is," I confirmed, and she will be more than happy to supervise the dick-sucking. I winked. An announcement was broadcast over the tannoy system. 'Ladies and gentlemen, anybody who would like to watch the drama presentation, please make your way to the drama hall, we will begin in five minutes'. Sean looked at his dad as if to say 'can we go watch it?' "Sounds shit". Gary said. "It will be", I confirmed, "but Sean might enjoy it", I suggested, hoping to get rid of him for a bit, so that I could 'try Gary on for size'. Sean looked at his dad for approval, and Gary gave it by 'nodding'. He looked at me and shrugged, asking for directions to the hall, and I pointed him in the right direction. He scurried off, not wanting to be late. "Your a very confident kid, aint you". Gary observed. "It comes from having enormous balls", I replied, winking again, and nodding his attention down to my groin. He looked down, and then quickly composed himself, worried that he had been seen looking at my groin. "Oh", he coughed, "You mean metaphysical balls" He said, nervously. "You mean metaphorical balls?" I corrected him. He nodded, looking embarrassed. "Well actually, no", I said, "I mean that my balls, my testicles, are enormous, and therefore my testosterone levels are higher than average, and because of that therefore I have a lot more confidence than most people". I said, making it up as I went along. He went silent. I thought for a minute that I had chosen the wrong candidate to be NUMBER 5. I didn't have long to nab him, and realised that I had the upper hand, because even if he was not up for fun, he was hardly likely to snake me, for fear of being accused himself. So I went for it. "Let's go in here, and I'll show you", I said, pointing to the kitchen, which was nearby. "Nobody is gonna go in there, and its about the only room around here with no window in the door". He followed me into the kitchen, and from there we went into the pantry storage cupboard. "I am not sure about this" Gary said. "Why", I replied confidently, "I'm only showing you my dick". "Nah, bro, this aint right". Gary went to open the door. "Sit the fuck down" I demanded. "Gary", I said calmly, to soothe the atmosphere, "this is a one-off, fam, and this shit is gonna stay between me and you, OK". "I'm not gay", Gary insisted. "Nor am I", I put his mind at rest, "That is why this is OK, bro, no hang-ups, no expectations". I spoke up, "relax the fuck up, and go with it". I removed my blazer and tie, and undid my white shirt, leaving it on. I kicked my shoes off, undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and let them fall to the floor, removing my phone from my pocket first". "Impressive physique" Gary said. "Thanks fam", I replied, "Not as impressive as this tho". I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers, and lowered them slowly, allowing my pubes to be revealed first, then my shaft, inch by inch I continued to lower them slowly until the head of my still flaccid dick was visible. I dropped them, and the landed on top of my trousers. "No way!" Gary exclaimed. "Touch it", I ordered, looking him in the eyes. He reached out both his hands, and took my dick gently in one of them, cupping my balls with the other. "It is enormous". He said. "I've never held another persons dick before" He admitted. I hooked my index fingers under the waistband of his jogging bottoms, and pulled them down, revealing that not only was he commando, but that his five and a half inch dick was raging hard. "Do you wanna touch mine?" he asked. "I have a better idea, turn around". I commanded, turning him around and leaning him over the fridge. At this stage, although it would have been blatantly obvious to most people, I don't think Gary had any idea of what was about to happen to him, if he had, I think he would have refused. I opened the fridge door, and took out an industrial sized pot of natural yoghurt. I removed the lid, and dug my hand inside. I applied a generous helping to his ass, and then wiped the rest off onto my now equally rigid cock. "That was cold" Gary said quietly, as it was sinking in what was about to happen. He was nervous, obviously scared of being fucked, but more scared of refusing. "And this is gonna be hot!", I responded. I kicked my trosuers and boxers off my feet, and I was standing there with only an open shirt, and black socks on. "Are you ready?" I asked, not waiting for an answer, but before he could even swallow, or clear his throat to speak, I began to insert my yoghurt-covered dick into his slightly reluctant hole. "Relax" I ordered. He did so. "Relax your ass muscles, like your shitting", I instructed him. Again, he obeyed, giving me the opportunity to slide my entire slimy 8 inch cock right up inside him in one skilful move. "OUUUUUCCCH", He yelled. "Fuck me, that hurts". I lifted his t-shirt and his tracksuit top up to his shoulders, revealing his back, and held on to his ribs, as he continued to lay motionless leaning over the fridge. I began to fuck him, gently at first, gradually picking up the speed until i was giving his ass a deep pounding. "This, is, painful" he said each word slowly, between thrusts, "but, boy, it, feels, good". I continued to slap my dick in and out of his ass, pulling almost all the way out every time, so that I could pound my 8 inches back into him again and again. His moanings were pretty loud, and we risked getting sprung, but at that stage I couldn't have cared if even the headmaster walked in, I was so caught up in the moment. I clicked the video setting on my phone, and lifted my arm high above us, to film an areal shot of the fucking. His eyes were closed, so at the end of the clip if reached the camera round in front of his face so that it was obvious who I was fucking. I was not sure if I would send this one to Dwayne, not only had I not let on that I had fucked a guy, but, this was his best friends dad, and, I had just discovered that Dwayne, although pubescent, was still in the last year of Primary School. I saved up that deliberation for later, dropped my phone onto my trousers, and resumed giving my full attention to the ass I was fucking. I grabbed his ribs tighter, and jerked my body into his ass time after time. He was tight, and it felt amazing. I was ready to bust, but I squeezed my prostate muscles to try and last longer. It worked for about twenty seconds, after which I was unable to hold back any longer. "Fuck, I'm cumming", I announced, as I leaned over him so that my chest was lying on his bare back. I continued throwing my dick deep into him as what seemed like a gallon of cum erupted out of my balls, and thrust far inside him. His moans of gratification were impressive, but not as heart-felt as my groans of satisfaction as NUMBER FIVE was executed without a flaw. I pulled out, my dick made a squelching noise as I did. I dressed, and returned the yoghurt to the fridge. Gary was slow to 'recover', and was in disbelief as to what had just occurred. He dressed, turned to me and said "Are you fucking my son?" I replied, with the utmost of serious expressions on my face "No sir", and then added, "Not yet". I winked. He said nothing, looked at me one last time and rushed out of the cupboard, and the kitchen and almost ran into the hallway, to go and find his son. I followed him out into the hallway. Mr. Wilde was walking up the hallway, with a group of about 6 women, taking them on a tour. He looked at me, looked at Gary, looked at me again. It was apparent that he understood what had just happened, probably not the specifics of it, but he knew that Gary had received more than the usual 'tour'. Eventually he spoke up "There you are, Curtis, I thought you had gone home again. Would you please continue this tour for me, I have to go and speak to one of the parents in the main hall". "Sure sir", I said, doing up my flies. "Well ladies", Mr. Wilde said, "I hope you dont mind if I leave you in Curtis' very capable hands". I gave the ladies an authentic and respectful tour of the school, with no inappropriate anec-dotes, and no added-extras. They graciously thanked me, and left. It was approaching 8pm when the even was supposed to finish. Mr. Wilde came and thanked me and the other tour-guides. He gave me the look, which I read to mean 'We will talk about this later'. As I left out of the main door, Gary and Sean were leaving out of a side door. Gary spotted me, put his hand firmly on his sons back, and escorted him at break-neck speed out of the school grounds, without allowing Sean to speak or even look at me. The decision was made. I found the video clip and clicked 'send to bbm contact', and selected Dwayne. He accepted, and it down-loaded. 'Fuck nigga, you moved up a level, ur banging now' Dwayne wrote. 'Who was dat?' 'Watch it again' I demanded, 'you know him'. I waited ten minutes, but there was no reply. I jumped on my bike and cycled home. "Dinner is on the table!" mum exclaimed with the most pride I had ever seen her wear. "It is your favourite". I wasn't aware that I had a favourite, not one that she was aware of anyway. However, I was amazed to see a delicious looking meal of stewed beef, macaroni cheese, and roast peppers. She had poured me a glass of wine, and picked some flowers from the garden and put them in a mug. They had wilted a little as she had not given them any water to keep them fresh. "You are amazing ma", I said lovingly, genuinely impressed with her offering. "Are you not eating?" "I ate all the bits that fell on the floor", she said innocently. I imagined the kitchen was a riot. I ate up as mum stood by me, holding her hands together watching me eat, proud of her parenting. The food was delicious. I finished, carried my plate into the kitchen and spent the next thirty minutes cleaning up after her. "Thanks again ma", I said, kissing her again. "I'm gonna get an early night ma, see you in the morning". "Baby?", she said with a grin on her face. "Yes ma?". I replied. "You smell like sex" She said. Sometimes her intuition or observance was astonishing, considering that she spent most of her life on another planet". I said nothing. "She was a lucky girl" Mum joked. "Four lucky girls ma", I continued the joke, not knowing if she would take it as a joke or not. "You..." she ended. I retired to my room, undressed, and slomped on my bed wearing my Calvin Classics. I checked my phone, there was a lot of activity to answer. Firstly, Dwayne had replied. 'Fuck me, dat is Sean's dad fam, does he know my nigga?'. 'Of course not fam', I replied, 'and dont be telling him'. 'Never dat' Dwayne clarified. 'Gee, we need to meet up, can I come chill at your yard after school tomorrow' 'Yh, kewl' I replied. Then there was an invitation to bbm from Sean. I accepted but did not speak to him. He was apparently already asleep as his status read 'in bed'. I asked Dwayne 'Did u give my pin to Sean?' He replied 'Yh, he asked for it, is dat kewl?' 'Yh yh', I confirmed, 'see u 2mrw cuz'. Lastly there was a string of messages from Mr. Wilde thanking me for my efforts, and asking me about Gary. I decided to call him. "Hello sir" I said. "Sir, you don't need to keep thanking me for helping you out today, and sir, you don't need to check up on me, I am fine". I told him about the meal my mum had cooked me this evening. "What were you doing with Mr. Clarke in the kitchen?" he asked. "Looking for something to eat sir". I lied "You don't expect me to believe th..." "Sir", I interrupted him, "Me and you was a one-off sir, me and Gary, urgh, Mr. Clarke, was a one-off sir, you don't need to know my business sir, no offence". "Understood, Curtis" he said. "Now sir", I butted in again, "About these two girls that are pregnant"... This time HE interrupted me. "Curtis, much as I wanna tell you who they are, because I like you, I am bound by a confidence, and I cannot reveal that to you. Buddy, there is no guarantee that these girls will go through with their pregnancies, and even if they do, you cannot assume that you are the one that got them pregnant. If they chose to keep them, you will see that they are pregnant, and you can choose to ask them about it then". "OK sir, thanks sir, goodnight sir". I hung up the phone, the field was narrowed, as Mr. Wilde had suggested that the girls could still have an abortion, they must be in the early stages of pregnancy. I wrote a list of the girls it could be, there were 5. I realised there was nothing I could do about it now anyway. My phone pinged, it was Dwayne. 'I keep watchin dat video fam, I never knew Gary was a battyman' I replied. 'He's not, I talked him into it fam, and b4 u ask, I'm not a battyman either' 'So wat u fucking Gary for then?' 'I see it like a game cuz' I said, 'I'll explain tomorrow when I see u bro'. -------------------------------------------------------- If you have enjoyed this chapter of the story, please email me at marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk quoting 'curtis seduces' and if there is enough response, chapter six will follow shortly. It is your emails of appreciation that motivates me to write more. Please donate to keep nifty alive! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------