Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2018 13:39:35 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Eleven Do As You're Told Chapter Eleven: The Boy in the Textile Mask If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. FRIDAY 23RD NOVEMBER 2018 "Right, now we should pick up exactly where we left off." Vincent's last class of the day was clearly more interested in other things - it was as if they'd been left on tenterhooks for weeks. The class seemed unexcited by The Phantom Horsewoman by Thomas Hardy no matter how hard he tried to capture their interest. After spending his afternoon watching boys throw buckets of water over each other, Vincent had returned to his classroom. First, he'd checked on Robin who had accepted Adam's apology and didn't want a fuss to be made. Before the fundraiser, Vincent and Cameron had made arrangements to meet at his flat again which had distracted him for the rest of the day. Vincent wondered if anticipation had been as distracting for Cameron as it had for him. Vincent was alone in his flat now but he wouldn't be for long because Cameron was on his way. Should he have said no? If no was ever an option he should have said it before they'd started having oral sex. Actually, Vincent should have stopped it that first day in Malcolm's office nine weeks ago. Was that it? Nine weeks? Had Vincent really gone from respectable teacher to irresponsible older man screwing around with a teenager in just nine weeks? Try as he might, Vincent could not wholly divine the reason for his stupidity. It wasn't just that he liked being a bottom, it wasn't just that he liked submission and the abdication of power to someone else... so what was it? The buzzer for his flat sounded and Vincent felt his heart beat a little faster. Shit! Could it be that he had fallen for Cameron in a school-boy-crush kind of way? Get a grip! Vincent would love to get a grip. Vincent chastised himself for such a thought but then reminded himself he was about to invite the seventeen year old into his flat - naughty thoughts were the least of his character flaws. Actually doing naughty things was way worse... so why couldn't he stop thinking about Cameron? Vincent liked the boy's cheeky humour, intelligence and wit; his long lanky frame, his fair skin... The buzzer for his flat sounded again - it was the same noise but somehow sounded impatient now. Barefoot, Vincent went to the door and let Cameron in. "Thought I was going to freeze my balls off out there," Cameron complained. Vincent's feet were immediately chilled by the cold November air that had chased Cameron upstairs and along the concrete corridor to the door of his flat. Cameron pushed past and Vincent closed the door. Vincent checked the boy over, wrapped up in a winter jacket, black jeans, wool gloves and a woolly hat. Cameron dispensed with the jacket, hat and gloves and revealing a white shirt that was not tucked in. The shirt had a pattern across the left arm and shoulder which resembled a silhouette of crooked branches. It was kind of cool. "Well, you're overdressed, aren't you?" Cameron said and then grinned broadly. It was two weeks since the last time Cameron had come to Vincent's flat and this time he was determined to make more of the seclusion. "You want me to strip?" Vincent asked stupidly. "Not really, I just want you to be naked. Quickly." There was a subtle difference between stripping and getting naked, the latter was unceremonious and tonight that suited Vincent just fine. Could he see Cameron's nipples though that shirt? Concentrate! Vincent opened his trousers and downed the zipper; he pushed his trousers and briefs down in one motion and hopped from foot to foot to get out of them. Then he pulled his t-shirt off over his head and dropped it at his feet as well. Fifteen seconds was all it took to get himself naked. Cameron reached out and cupped Vincent's balls; above his testicles, his cock had not been completely soft and now it was completely hard with a single touch. As Cameron massaged Vincent's balls, he pulled back on the underside of the penis to ease back the foreskin and expose the head. "I saw you trying not to look at me today," Cameron said. They still hadn't moved from the hallway and Vincent could hear his noisy neighbour from upstairs slam his door and shout back at his wife: "I'll be back later, you old boot." "I saw you making no effort not to look at me," Vincent replied with a double negative. "I like looking at you," Cameron said. Case and point he let go and stepped back to survey the specimen. "Did you like seeing the teenage boys get wet today?" Cameron asked. Vincent shrugged. He really didn't think much about boys at the school - just one boy, just Cameron. "Really? Wet t-shirts and boys in underwear did it for me... are you sure you didn't peek?" Cameron teased. "I'm sure," Vincent replied; "I only look at you." "That's sweet," Cameron replied. "So if I got wet, would you want to see that?" Vincent didn't even need to answer, the eager bob of his erection did the talking - it was like an excited puppy wagging its tail and dribbling. "Maybe I should take a shower..." Cameron said. He turned and motioned for Vincent to follow, then over his shoulder he said: "...with my clothes on." Vincent's flat was quite spacious for one person. The front door opened into a hall that guided visitors deeper into the flat; a door on the left opened into the living room and the next door on the left was the kitchen. On the other side, the first door was the bedroom and the second door was the bathroom. Tucked at the back of the flat was a small second bedroom that the Scottish government was picking up the bedroom tax on. All the rooms were pretty big with high ceilings. The bathroom was big enough for a toilet, sink, bath and walk-in shower that would comfortably fit two people - or uncomfortably fit three. Cameron turned on the water and while he waited for it to get warm he turned back to Vincent. "Ok, so it's just me you want... what do you want?" Cameron asked. "I want to see you naked," Vincent admitted. Cameron already knew this and Vincent knew that Cameron already knew - the point was to humiliate Vincent by making him admit it. Vincent was a twenty-five year old man and a teacher - Cameron was seventeen and a student. But the boy was in charge and Vincent like him being in charge. Cameron kicked off his trainers and stepped into the shower cubicle with all his clothes on. The water was pleasantly warm and rained down on his head; as it poured over his shoulders and spilled down his chest, the shirt became transparent. Vincent could only watch as Cameron's nipples shone through the fabric and his pale skin clung to the sodden material. Cameron's black jeans filled with water until they were heavy and slipping down and his socks too were oedematous with fluid. "Aren't you coming in?" Cameron asked. Vincent stepped into the shower and slid the cubicle closed, entrapping them under the cascading water and steam. Cameron stepped forward until his socked feet were nearly touching Vincent's bare feet and then put his arms around Vincent and leaned in to kiss. The embrace of their lips was hot and wet as their bodies pressed together and Vincent reached around Cameron too, rubbing his back and watching his smooth skin show through. "Kneel down," Cameron said once his mouth was available again. Vincent obeyed and dropped to his knees. Cameron lifted one foot at a time and Vincent removed the socks from Cameron's feet. The feet made a patting sound as it splashed on the floor of the shower tray where there was a shallow pool of water. "Pull these down," Cameron instructed, patting his jeans and setting of splashes of water. Vincent gladly pulled the saturated jeans down and could barely contain himself as the briefs Cameron was wearing slipped enough to reveal wet pubes above his penis. The jeans fell and with some manipulation, they came free. Meanwhile, Cameron was unfastening a few buttons at the top of his shirt and then lifted the wet material over his head. From the floor of the shower, Vincent watched Cameron's long lanky body stretch up; the hair under his arms was dark and the patches both tidy and small. His chest was pretty much hairless and his briefs were filling up with an erection as well as water. This was as far as Vincent had ever seen. He had felt the boy's cock but still not seen him totally naked yet. Vincent was trembling with anticipation. "How much do you want it? How much do you want to see me naked?" Cameron asked. "More than anything." "Good. So you'll do anything to get to see this?" Cameron asked as he gave his briefs a squeeze. "Anything." "Including bending over? Letting me fuck you?" Cameron asked. He had become a control freak but he also wanted Vincent to want it. "Oh yea," Vincent replied. "Say it like you mean it." "I want to bend over and you show you my ass. I want to spread my legs for you and part my ass cheeks. Even though you're a boy, I want you to fuck me hard and teach me a lesson I'll not forget," Vincent replied. Cameron smirked and was suitably impressed. "Pull my pants off," Cameron replied. Vincent gripped the pants - a deliberately juvenile word for underwear. "Slowly," Cameron added. Vincent smiled as the saucy teen let him pull the pants down very slowly. Vincent paid attention to every detail - Cameron's skinny waist, the prodding pelvic bone, the smooth skin. Cameron's pubes were dark and wet from the continuing torrent of water and his cock pointed down as the briefs slowly lowered. Cameron's thighs were also smooth and lean. Finally Cameron's cock sprung free. It was nearly seven inches fully hard, only a little shorter than Vincent's full seven inches. It bobbed under the throb of water from above and Vincent enjoyed continuing to slide the underpants down Cameron's gangly legs. His feet slipped out one at a time and Cameron was finally totally naked. Vincent felt his cock jump under the sight of the tall lad looming over him - finally naked, the sight was not a disappointment. "Put it in your mouth," Cameron ordered. Vincent didn't need told twice - he didn't need told once, but he was too obedient to act without instruction - so he leaned in and took a grip of Cameron's cock with his hand to lift it straight. With it pointing into his face, Vincent stuck out his tongue and laid the meaty penis on it before closing his lips around the head. "Hands behind your back. Just use your mouth," Cameron instructed. With the penis already in his mouth, and his hands now behind his back, Vincent moved his head back and forth to slide Cameron's hard-on in and out of his face. Cameron was tempted to thrust, but waited patiently for the right moment. Vincent withdrew to the very tip of Cameron's cock, its eye held between his pursed lips, but then moved slowly forward and opened his mouth again to take the erection back into his mouth. Cameron had to admit, Vincent was an enticing and provocative lover - he knew nicely how to turn him on. When Vincent pulled out too far, Cameron's cock bounced in front of his face. He waited for it to settle and then tilted his head down, tongue out again, and worked his face from side to side to bring the bulbous organ back into his mouth. Cameron looked down at the man who was on his knees, dripping wet and naked and whose mouth was filled with excited teenage cock. Cameron wished he had a camera but that would be dangerous and the risk unfair to Vincent. It was time for him to take more control so Cameron turned off the shower, the showerhead dripping water on them for a few more seconds, and put his hands on the back of Vincent's head. Vincent could no longer control how much of Cameron's cock was in his mouth, nor for how long. Cameron thrust in and out of Vincent's perfectly "oh" shaped lips and he never once gagged. For the final seconds, Cameron pushed in very deep - almost tickling Vincent's uvula. Cameron finally let go of Vincent's head and pulled his cock out of the man's mouth. "Let's go to the bedroom," Cameron suggested. They grabbed two big towels as they left the bathroom and instead of heading for the main bedroom, Vincent directed Cameron to the guest bedroom that was nearer. He didn't think Cameron would notice they weren't going to his bed and if the lad did, he didn't comment. Vincent spent the next few minutes drying Cameron from head to toe and then the boy sat on the edge of the bed to watch Vincent drying himself. Once they were both dried off, Cameron got up and went to the bedroom window. Vincent's flat was on the first floor so when Cameron opened the curtains, he could look down at the street. There was no-one around, no-one looking up but it was still liberating and exciting to be balls out naked at the window. "Open the window," Cameron told Vincent as he stepped back. "Oh, eh... the window only opens at the top," Vincent replied. Vincent indicated a handle that was at least a head above Vincent's height. The big windows and high ceilings were a great feature until you had to open a window or heat the flat. "But you have a step," Cameron replied. It was true - Vincent had a folding step that took him high enough to reach the window latch. He was reluctant to use it because he was naked and the curtains were open and he didn't want to expose himself to the street outside. These were all the same reasons that Cameron wanted him to do it. Cameron unfolded the step for him and slid it in front of the window. Reluctantly, Vincent stepped forward, stood up on the step and still had to stretch up to reach the latch. He gripped the handle, pushed in the safety button, turned it then pushed the window open. Cold air and night-time noises flooded in. "Hold it there," Cameron told him. Vincent stood facing the window, naked and arms up while Cameron moved behind him. Safely out of view, Cameron squatted behind Vincent and pushed a finger against his sphincter. Vincent gasped and was surprised how slippery Cameron's finger felt, looking over his shoulder he realised the boy had already found the lube. Vincent was very uncomfortable - up on the step, his entire body exposed to the street below and the flats opposite. What was worse, his cock was expanding as Cameron screwed his finger around inside his ass. "Oh... Oh fuck," Vincent said. "Yea, let's do that!" Cameron replied excitedly. Cameron scrambled back and Vincent was allowed to get down. He hadn't seen anyone spot him, but he was still ill at ease about it. He watched Cameron's long naked body recede towards the bed; Vincent just loved the beanpole physique, which now featured a seventeen centimetre protrusion from his groin. A protrusion that Cameron was now sliding a condom onto. After all the teasing, Vincent had finally seen the teenager naked and now Cameron was putting on a condom. For almost a second, Vincent considered protesting and backing out but he didn't - he wanted this. He'd always wanted this. Vincent stepped farther from the window but could still feel the cold November air spill across the room; it was fresh but would get uncomfortable once they were done expending energy. The noise of cars driving down the street or buses from adjacent streets, car horns, drunken shouts and music from a flat nearby... the sounds drifted in through the window like a fog rolling in. "I believe you said you'd bend over?" Cameron reminded Vincent. As if Vincent needed reminding - he'd been looking forward to it. "Yes. Will I bend over the bed or the desk?" Vincent answered. Cameron looked at both - the bed was soft but the desk had a mirror mounted above it. Cameron wanted to think for a moment so asked a question. "We've been indulging this submissive, dominant thing for over two months now. Have you noticed I don't tell you to call me sir?" "I dunno... I hadn't really thought about it," Vincent confessed. He had been thrown by the non-sequitur. "I think it sounds a little bit silly to be honest... though I might change my mind in the future," Cameron said with a shrug. "But I mention it because I want to call you Mr Wilson for the rest of this. And I want you to use my name." Mr Wilson gulped and thought it sounded vulgar, which was probably the point. Still, the thought of his pupil calling him Mr Wilson while they had sex made his cock twitch. "Yes, Cameron." "If you're not comfortable with it, you can say. It's humiliating but it's not supposed to be degrading," Cameron emphasised. Mr Wilson was glad he was taking his role as a top responsibly. "I understand Cameron, thank you." "Bend over the desk Mr Wilson," Cameron told him. Mr Wilson faced the desk and paused briefly as his eye caught a chain that hung on the edge the mirror mounted above the desk. The chain was silver and on it hung two plain silver rings. Cameron caught Mr Wilson's eyes looking at it so he reached out and touched the two rings, which were virtually locked in an embrace. "One ring to rule them all?" Cameron asked with a grin and then with a whisper, "What do two rings do?" Mr Wilson smiled silently - and sadly too, not that Cameron noticed - and slowly bent over, pushing his bum out slowly so Cameron had to shuffle backward for him. The desktop was clear so he could lean over it without knocking anything over. With his chest flat on the desk, Mr Wilson's upper body was at ninety-degrees to his legs, which he opened. Cameron stepped behind him and put a lubed-up finger against to Mr Wilson's ass, making little circles with the jelly that was cool against the sphincter. Cameron then pressed a condom-clad and pre-lubed penis against Mr Wilson's ass hole and pushed. "Oh, Mr Wilson, you're tighter than I expected," Cameron commented. He wasn't just saying it to humiliate the man, Mr Wilson really was as tight as a virgin - not that Cameron would know. "It's been a while," Mr Wilson admitted. "I'm not complaining. Fuck, I love it..." Cameron replied. Cameron pushed harder to get his cock to enter properly and felt Mr Wilson's anus slowly open up to accept the foreign invader. Cameron had never had sex before so he was going purely by what he had seen in porn or read on Nifty. You just shove it in right? "Oh, Cameron..." Mr Wilson said excitedly. "Mr Wilson, are you enjoying yourself?" Cameron asked. His cock had fully entered now, the seventeen centimetres sliding in against the greased-up hole. Cameron had not expected the sensation to be so... indescribable. Anal sex possessed a certain je ne sais quoi. Cameron slid his cock out a little and had to steady it with his hand as he nearly pulled out too far. Mr Wilson considered the question and decided it would have been rude and insulting to provide constructive criticism for the novice. "Yes, I'm enjoying myself, Cameron," Mr Wilson replied "Good, Mr Wilson." Cameron slid his cock back in and out, increasing the speed as he entered and withdrew. He pushed all the way in and then only half way, improvising as he proceeded to fuck his teacher's ass. Cameron would never have thought this would happen. At the start of term three months ago, Mr Wilson had just been the hot English teacher. Happening upon him accidentally in Doctor Darrow's GP surgery nine weeks ago had changed both their lives. "Do you really want this?" Cameron asked a little late to be so serious. "I could stop right here and now. Walk away and never tell anyone... would you want that? Or do you want me to carry on?" "Cameron, we agreed weeks ago that we could talk about what we each wanted and if there was something I wasn't comfortable with, I would say no," Mr Wilson replied. Cameron's cock was still inside him, throbbing and pressing against Mr Wilson's prostate. "I guess that's true, Mr Wilson," Cameron sounded reassured that he wasn't coercing him. "Fuck me, Cameron. Keep going. Don't stop." "Mr Wilson, you rogue," Cameron teased. "Cameron, you sexy thing," Mr Wilson replied and at the same moment pushed out with his ass so he would be ploughed deeper. Mr Wilson and Cameron moaned at the sensation of deep penetration. "Cameron, can I please jerk off?" Mr Wilson answered. "Will you think about me when you masturbate, Mr Wilson?" Cameron asked. "You bet," Mr Wilson confirmed breathlessly. "Ok, but do not cum," Cameron replied. As Cameron pulled out, Mr Wilson stepped back a little so he could grip the desk with his arms outstretched rather than leaning over the desk. With his left hand supporting his position, while Cameron pushed in again, Mr Wilson gripped his dribbling penis in his right hand and started stroking. "I'm really fucking close, Mr Wilson," Cameron said though staggered breathes. Cameron had taken hold of Mr Wilson's hips and was pushing in with shorter deeper thrusts to get himself to the tipping point of orgasm. Cameron accidentally pulled his dick out of Mr Wilson's ass in his excitement, but it was the best think he could have done because easing his sensitive cock head past the tight sphincter again was all he needed to tip him over the edge. Cameron made a slightly pathetic little moan as he finally reached orgasm, but not because it was underwhelming. It was the most intense orgasm of this seventeen year life. Cameron was blind, deaf and dumb in the moments after it such that he continued to fuck Mr Wilson on auto pilot. When he finally regained his senses and his cock and balls were getting sore from continuing their efforts, Cameron pulled out and staggered back. "Oh... Oh my. Fuck, Mr Wilson; that was good. Face me. Cum on the floor," Cameron insisted. Mr Wilson turned and straightened up but he was stiff from bending over and from being fucked in the ass. Mr Wilson gripped his cock and started jerking with the sole purpose of cumming. When Cameron had been pushing in, Mr Wilson had enjoyed gentle strokes. Now he was ready to blow his seed and achingly wanted his shots to cross the distance between them. "Look at me when you cum, Mr Wilson," Cameron told him. "Yes, Cameron," the teacher replied. Mr Wilson watched Cameron put his hand to his chest and slightly flick his nipple with his thumb. Cameron's softening (but not soft) cock dangled between his legs, swung majestically. Cameron could tell his teacher was nearly there and as the moment came Cameron threw a one liner at the man. "I'm only seventeen, Mr Wilson." Mr Wilson's cum spurted across the room, hitting Cameron on the chest and abdomen. It dribbled lower and the subsiding orgasm deposited its final efforts on his feet and on the floor. Mr Wilson had been tipped over the edge by the reminder of Cameron's youth - it was sordid and taboo but it had been a fucking good orgasm. "Come and lick it off me, Mr Wilson." Cameron said. Mr Wilson knew Cameron enjoyed controlling him and the use of his teacher designation was just another way of doing that; reminders of their respective roles was shaming and stimulating in equal measure. Cameron's being seventeen was not a big deal from a legal perspective - age of consent is sixteen - but from a moral and I-want-to-keep-my-job perspective it was wholly relevant. Mr Wilson did not fear being exposed by his lover, he trusted Cameron not to do that. Thus, he put all those things out of his mind and set about enjoying the remains of the scenario. Mr Wilson dropped to his knees and kissed Cameron's chest. "I'm just a boy, Mr Wilson," Cameron said with a giggle. Mr Wilson licked his own cum off of Cameron's chest and gave Cameron's nipple an unnecessary lick too. "I'm a school pupil," Cameron continued. Mr Wilson was on his knees, licking Cameron's scrawny abdomen until the cum was all gone. "Cameron..." Mr Wilson said. "You got cum on my feet too.... And my toes," Cameron said - taking inspiration from his brother's tale of sexual submission; "Lick my feet clean." Mr Wilson put his mouth to good use, stooping low to kiss Cameron's feet and then licking each toe. There was not much of his cum there but Cameron's toes wriggled so Mr Wilson returned to lick between them too, tasting salty sweetness that was not just from his cum. "Look at me," Cameron said at last. Mr Wilson looked up. "No matter what happens between us, I want you to remember the night we did this for the first time," Cameron told him. "Yes, Cameron. I'll never forget," Mr Wilson replied. "And I never want you to forget it started and ended with you on your knees, in front of a schoolboy, at my feet..." Cameron reminded him. "I'll remember." "Good. Now let's go back to the shower," Cameron said happily. MEANWHILE Right, now we should pick up exactly where we left off. At the same time as Cameron was fucking Vincent for the first time, things were happening at The Fourth. Robin had decided to reveal himself as Teen Titan and who knew how Adam would react? "I think the easiest way for someone to trust you is to deserve it. You deserve it. I trust you," said Adam. "We can talk and talk but..." Teen Titan unclipped the chinstrap of his mask. Adam's eyes widened. "Actions... Speak louder..." Teen Titan took off his mask. Adam squeezed his eyes tightly shut and turned away before he could see the face beneath the textile mask. He didn't want to know this, but he could hear Teen Titan's voice. "...than words." The mask should have weighed nothing in Robin's hand. It was made of light-weight textiles and he held it by the chinstrap so the whole mask dangled by a thread very much like that which had held up the sword of Damocles. Robin felt doomed by his revel, except Adam wasn't looking. "Put it back on," Adam said, refusing to turn around. "Please look at me," Robin said; his voice unrecognisable as it was thick with worry and need. "Dammit, if I wanted to know who you were I could have asked my dad six weeks ago..." Adam said; "...For all you know, I did. So maybe I do know." No you fucking don't - Robin was certain of that. "Adam..." "I don't deserve your trust," Adam said. "I trust you but you shouldn't trust me. I'm really not a very good person. But I'm working on it, so please... Put it back on." Teen Titan was left adding another item to the list of Adam's traits: egocentrism. Maybe the world did revolve around Adam. Teen Titan had taken off his mask because he needed to unburden himself of the secret - as much for that reason as for Adam's benefit. But Adam wasn't ready to know and Teen Titan had to accept that. When would he be ready? And what now? Once Teen Titan had replaced his mask, Adam turned and stepped close, wrapping his arms around Teen Titan's beefy biceps. Adam leaned in and kissed him and Teen Titan began by returning the embrace and then by parting his lips. It took several seconds for tongues to enter the clinch but Teen Titan was turned on by the development. The kissing stopped and both boys considered their options. "One day I will want to take this mask off and I need you to be ready for that," Teen Titan said. "When I do, I want you to remember that I tried to tell you..." "Shhh," Adam said, then whispered; "Tell me what to do." "The way I feel about you is very confusing..." Teen Titan tried to tell Adam "I promise I'll do anything you want," Adam said, not listening. Robin wanted to tell Adam who he was but finally accepted that what Adam wanted was Teen Titan and whatever Robin needed for himself needed to be put on the back burner. He had to admit, Adam looked hot and he enjoyed their physical relationship; his own perceived dishonesty still troubled him but he had tried to be honest. "Get naked. Get on your back," Teen Titan told him, finally submitting to his desires. "What are you going to do?" Adam asked. "I'm going to fuck you." "Awesome," Adam replied gleefully. Adam pulled off his shirt and wrestled off his skinny jeans and was naked before Teen Titan had even retrieved a condom from the other side of the room. Having never had sex before, in either position, Robin was nervous. Teen Titan pulled off his vest and dumped it on the floor and looked back at Adam who stood naked and barefoot and unsure where to go without instruction. The parlour was divided into two sections, a lounge area with a table and comfy chairs and a bedroom area where there was a bed (duh). Teen Titan stood next to the bed and beckoned Adam forward with his hand. Teen Titan lowered his briefs, releasing his cock and bewitching Adam like a siren. Adam couldn't take his eyes off the eight inch monster and Teen Titan returned the favour by checking out Adam's cock. Teen Titan's briefs dropped and he untangled them from the boots that were still on his feet. The relationship between Teen Titan and Adam had been slowly building - mutual masturbation and oral sex so far - but this was an escalation that neither of them had intended. The sudden arrival of anal sex - a working title - was welcome development that distracted each of them from the troubles in their lives. Teen Titan handed Adam a bottle of lubricant. "Lube your hole for me," Teen Titan said. What kind of a person even finds that kind of phrase coming out of his mouth? "Get on the bed, on all fours, and lube it up," Teen Titan expanded on his command. Seriously! Who says shit like that? "I love it when you boss me around," Adam admitted. "I love it when you get on with doing what I ask," Teen Titan replied cheekily. Adam grinned at the chastisement, which was pleasing. Occasionally the mask afforded Teen Titan the capacity to say and do things that Robin knew he could not say or do without it. He could never have sex with Adam without the mask... Well, never say never. Adam got on the bed and spread his legs, opening his ass cheeks and proffering his hole to the room. Adam felt a squall from the air conditioning blow across it, sending exciting signals into his body that were surely only a precursor to what was about to happen. Adam squeezed the bottle of lube, slicking his hands and then applying both to the mounds of his ass. Slowly, he teased his fingers towards the hole at the centre of his buttocks and pressed slippery fingers around its circumference. "You've never been with a boy before, remember?" Teen Titan reminded Adam as he finished rolling on the condom. They had discussed this before - that men in their twenties were different from having sex with a contemporary. Teen Titan's exact age had remained a mystery but Adam had presumed eighteen or nineteen - he would never have guessed sixteen. Although this was not literally Adam's first time, Teen Titan wanted to reduce him to that first cherry-popping moment. More than that, Teen Titan was trying to hide his own fears because it really was his first time. He had neither fucked nor been fucked before but needed to be the one with power in the parlour. That was the whole point. "I remember. I've wanted you to be the first boy," Adam said meekly. Teen Titan knelt on the edge of the bed and shuffled towards Adam's exposed anus. His penis led the way and Adam helpfully pushed his ass towards Teen Titan's cock. The tip touched Adam's hole and they both quivered. Teen Titan took a grip of his cock and flicked it up and down the trench of Adam's arse. Every time it passed over the sensitive sphincter, Adam thought he was going to lose it. "Don't touch your cock," Teen Titan told him. Adam had only given his own penis a single squeeze - allowing pre-cum to leak out but now he wasn't allowed to touch it himself and he looked down helplessly at the desperate erection. Teen Titan pressed his cock against the hole and Adam gripped the sheets tightly, balling the fabric into fistfuls as he felt the eight inch cock slip inside him. The last penetration Adam had had was Toulouse - if he omitted the incident with the anal beads - but this was something special. Adam felt his hole spread open, the girth of Teen Titan's cock opening him up, and a mushroom head pushing in. Adam was filled with unbelievable pleasure as the big dick continued to ease in slowly. Teen Titan was going easy on him - there had been times when the big dicked Toulouse had fucked him so hard Adam had cried. Seriously cried! He was glad Teen Titan was being gentler, at least to begin with. For Teen Titan, he had never known that fucking ass could feel like this: the tight sphincter contracting against his cock as it pressed in; the friction of the manoeuvre; the warm cave of the anus; the hot blood and juice thumping inside his cock. Adam looked over his shoulder at Teen Titan and recalled how, just a week ago, he had pulled anal bead from the same space now occupied by an eight inch cock. Micah mental image mocked him but dissolved thanks to a well timed thrust against his prostate by Teen Titan. All Adam could see of Teen Titan's face were his beautiful blue eyes and yet in those eyes he saw more understanding and acceptance and trust and meaning than he had seen in the face of anyone he had ever known. Teen Titan pulled back until he felt the sphincter of Adam's ass catch on the knob of his cock, if he pulled out just a little more it would pop like a cork. So Teen Titan pushed back in instead and Adam had to bite his own lip to keep from crying out. As the insertion and withdrawal continued Adam felt weak at the knees - but only metaphorically because he was still on all fours. He was breathing hard and could hear ragged breaths from Teen Titan too. Teen Titan's generous efforts - gentle but hard, new and exciting - continued to the soundtrack of heavy breathing. He was sweating so hard that he could feel the beads of sweat trickling down his chest, tickling his nipples. Adam reached back and swept the perspiration away, pinching the nipple in the process, and then licking his thumb to taste the salty goodness. Rivulets of salty-sweet sweat swept through Teen Titan's bellybutton on their descent to the patch of pubes above the root of his cock. The heat of the room caused drops of sweat to streak down Teen Titan's back and into the crack of his ass. Teen Titan's hands had been holding Adam's hips to help with entry into his hole, but now they slid up his back and held his shoulders. Adam looked back over his shoulder and found one of Teen Titan's hands, kissing it repeatedly. Teen Titan thought he had pushed his cock inside as far as it could go but found it could go even deeper with a new thrust that made Adam call out. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" Teen Titan was so very close to cumming and he wanted to feel the warmth around his cock when he did. He adjusted the angle of his penis when he felt Adam shift a little and discovered a new sweet spot inside the boy. Adam whimpered as Teen Titan hit the nugget inside Adam with a few gentle, then swift then prolonged jabs. The pressure on the tip of Teen Titan's cock from those final jabs was enough to send him over the edge and he came like he never had before. Teen Titan could feel his own cum fill the condom as he continued to push his long tool in and out. Finally, he retracted his cock, feeling the anus clench over the head of his penis as it popped out. Teen Titan pulled off the condom to squeeze the final oozing of his cock over Adam's back. "Turn over," Teen Titan panted. Adam turned over onto his back and a moment later was licking Teen Titan's cock clean. Adam's own dick, as instructed, had not been touched. The hard-on slipped and slithered over Adam's abdomen, leaving silvery trails of pre-cum in its wake. With his own cock clean, Teen Titan moved down between Adam's legs and held his dick. Ever so slowly he put out his tongue and licked the cock from balls to the tip. A kiss on the head and then lips slid over it and Adam gripped the sheets again. Teen Titan withdrew his mouth and looked into Adam's eyes. "Go on. Finish yourself off," Teen Titan said. Adam wanted to get sucked off but he wasn't disappointed when Teen Titan told him to jerk off instead. Adam wondered if Teen Titan was already building his anticipation for the next time. Adam was now so desperate to cum he didn't care whether it was from hand, mouth or ass. Adam gripped his cock tightly and stroked it quickly. He was so excited, so horney, so on edge that he came in less than ten strokes. Cum shot all over his chest and Adam felt relief at the beautiful release. Teen Titan squeezed himself between Adam's legs and lowed himself on top until their bodies made contact. Cum smeared between their pressed chests as Teen Titan brought his lips to meet Adam's. They kissed with breathless need until Teen Titan gripped Adam by the shoulders and rolled over; they rolled together so they were on their sides and still facing each other. The passion began to wane as post-coital exhaustion took over and finally their lips parted. Because of the mask, Teen Titan felt like his face was in an oven and he was looking forward to taking it off once Adam was gone. He still wished Adam had allowed him to take the mask off before they... Teen Titan rolled away and dropped off the side of the bed to stand on shaky feet. "What's up?" Adam asked. "Nothing," Teen Titan said briskly. What Robin was actually thinking was: I've just had sex for the first time with a person who doesn't even like the real me. He was worried that he would never be forgiven when Adam eventually found out. The Adam on the outside was still a bastard and that worried Robin. "Please," Adam pleaded, wanting to know what Teen Titan was thinking. Adam had swung his arm out of bed to catch Teen Titan's wrist and when the masked lad looked back he could see Adam's pristine naked body; underarm exposed, softening cock flopping over his hip but still shiny with discharge and legs stretched long across the bed. "The way I feel about you is very confusing..." Teen Titan said, repeating what he had said before they'd had sex. Adam slowly let go of Teen Titan's wrist and went quiet for a moment. Adam empathised with Teen Titan - after all, Adam's life had gotten very complicated and confusing too. Adam thought about Mr Anonymous - Micah - and the things he was doing that were not his choice. Equally confusing was what had happened with Robin earlier in the day. He had not only spoken to Robin like he was a person but apologised too. "I apologised to someone today," Adam said thoughtfully; "The boy at school who I've mentioned before?" Robin almost smiled at the way he had to speak about himself in the third person when he was wearing the Teen Titan mask. "Gay, closeted and scared - that's how you described him," Teen Titan replied quietly. Robin was disappointed that egocentrism seemed to have brought the conversation back to Adam again. "Well I apologised to him for something today. It's the most we've spoken to each other in a long time," Adam confessed; "At least without me insulting him." That was exactly what Robin had said to Adam and he was surprised Adam had paid so much attention to the conversation. "At school, I'm still the worst version of myself but I'm trying," Adam said in a little voice. "I guess I'm trying to tell you that I'm making an effort to be a better person," Adam explained. "Why?" Teen Titan asked. "Because the way I feel about you is very confusing," Adam replied. Nifty remains free because of visitor donations so if you love these stories please help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Authors receive no gratuities so if you've enjoyed Do As You're Told, please contact me and say something nice. I love hearing from readers: niftyencomiums@gmail.com Check out my Tumblr for short stories, chapter synopses and excerpts: https://niftyguy.tumblr.com/archive If you are enjoying this story, I have also written: School Exhibitionism - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/school-exhibitionism The Symposium - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-symposium/ The Embarrassment of Riches - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-embarrassment-of-riches/