Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 19:48:22 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Two Do As You're Told Chapter Two: The Student's Body 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. TUESDAY 25TH SEPTEMBER 2018 Cameron was getting bored in class. Mr Wilson was sitting on his desk, facing the class and noticed the uninterested minds of his students beginning to wander. The light in the room was strange, as if unable to decide if it was dawn, twilight or midday. It was hot in the room, as cosy as a winter duvet. Mr Wilson was unable to attract anyone's attention so he slackened his tie and then pulled out the knot, leaving the ends hanging ends loose. He was talking about The Slab Boys by John Byrne. Cameron had studied the play for the English Higher last year. Was it on the Advanced Higher too? Mr Wilson unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, his neck was smooth and bare. As he continued to talk from his perch at the front of the room, Mr Wilson slipped off his shoes which fell to the floor with a clack. He pulled off his socks too then left his bare feet to dangle, his toes just about touching the floor. Cameron was paying a little attention now, though the words spoken by his teacher all seemed to merge together. He looked over to see if anyone else was watching; Adam and Robin among them were now sitting up straight and Cameron was aware of other boys gluing their eyes to the unfolding scene at the front of the room. Only boys in the room today? In their school shirts, ties and blazers they looked hot. Cameron looked back to the front of the room where Mr Wilson was finishing unbuttoning his shirt which revealed his chest and abs. Whether the students were paying attention because of the talk on John Byrne or the fact Mr Wilson was half undressed didn't seem important. Mr Wilson slipped his shirt off, exposing the smooth curve of his shoulder and the fine bones of his clavicle. Cameron had thought the events in the doctor's office had been unbelievable but this was taking things to a whole new level. What could compel the man to strip in a room full of horney teenage boys? Mr Wilson was stunning in the mixed light of the classroom; shirtless and barefoot with an untidy pile of clothes on the floor next to him. The teacher unfastened his trousers and unzipped but little could be seen until he finally stood up and his bare feet made a little pat noise on the floor. His black and white striped briefs could be seen in the opening of the trousers which Mr Wilson obligingly pushed down and then removed so he was stood only in his briefs. The teacher put the boys to work after that but he walked among them, stalking up and down the aisles between their desks and answering any questions they had. He stood in the isle between desks with the bulge in his briefs pointing towards the boys on either side. Mr Wilson's breath was hot on Cameron's neck as he leaned over the boy before standing by the side of his desk. The man was close to Cameron who was eye-level was with the smooth, white-skinned chest of his teacher. Cameron could smell the man - the musk of a hard day's work was on him. It was the end of the day wasn't it? Mr Wilson extended his arm to put his left hand on the back of Cameron's chair – Cameron could see the hair of the man's underarm and the definition of his biceps. Then Mr Wilson stepped closer and the bulge in his briefs drew closer, touching Cameron's shirtsleeve. Cameron turned and put his arms around his teacher to grip the man's buttocks with his hands. Mr Wilson stepped back and Cameron allowed his hands to let go; the teacher squatted down to eye level and leaned in almost close enough to kiss. Cameron's cock was achingly hard, time had bent and they were the only ones in the room, yet still Mr Wilson leaned in to whisper. "If you don't get up soon I'm going to take you to school in your pants!" Cameron opened his eyes. The rock paper scissors lizard Spock poster on the wall gave the game away – he was still in his bed. The room was gloomy because his light was off and the early autumn sun was struggling from its bed almost as much as Cameron was. The only light in the room came from a gap in his curtain through which moonlight and street lighting attempted to invade. "Cameron!" "Yes, Mum. Ok." "I'll `yes mum' you in a minute," his mother said as she went back down stairs. Cameron wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, was it some kind of threat? He rolled over onto his front and felt the morning wood pressed into the mattress. When Cameron looked over the edge of the bed he saw a person-shaped lump on the floor. "Your mum is so cool," said the lump sarcastically. Cameron smiled. His mum was cool really, just not a "morning person." Or a "Cameron is still in bed after being called three times" person either. "I know," Cameron admitted. Robin finally sat up from the pile of sheets that was his bedding; his smooth back was highlighted by the bones of his spine. At the base of his spine, his underwear had slipped enough to reveal the crack of his ass. Cameron gazed at it for a bit and shifted in bed to rub his dick into the mattress. "Suppose we should get up," Robin said reluctantly. Robin stood up which allowed the sheets to fall around his ankles; his legs were lean and muscular which went with the all-round rugby boy slash swimmer look that Robin had going on. Robin had a young Justin Timberlake look about him – blonde and spaghetti haired. Cameron wondered if Robin could cultivate it into a blonde afro. Robin also had a pebbledash of freckles across his nose and cheekbones. These were all details that leapt into Cameron's head in his early morning post-sexy dream stupor. While Cameron was quite tall and lanky, Robin was even taller but broader too. Robin really did play rugby which had developed a great physique. All this was in contradiction to Robin's personality. Robin was calm, quiet, reserved and non-confrontational; that was why he stayed so much at Cameron's house... so he didn't have to be at home when his dad was there. Robin's mum had left a few years ago but had left him in the care of his dad. Robin's dad was a man who had bullied his wife until she ran away and now he was a father who bullied his son who had nowhere left to run except Cameron's house a few times a week. Cameron caught himself checking out his friend but thought very little of it. They had been friends since they were five, fooled around a handful of times but were somehow incompatible beyond friendship. Cameron could not recall who put an end to the fooling around; probably it was mutual, each more invested in their friendship and not wanting to ruin it. Thus, they both grew up without any real disturbances to their friendship. They fell out the way friends do from time to time but they had never `fell out' in the cataclysmic sense. Their casual sexual experimentation had been a way for them both to explore their sexuality as puberty hit and they realised they were both gay. However, only Cameron was out of the closet and though bullies at the school pursued the narrative of them being boyfriends, there was no truth to it. Cameron had sensed a change in his friend since the summer holidays; Robin had taken a job in the local crappy cafe – as much a step to earn minimum wage as to avoid his dad. In years gone by, Robin would have spent nearly every night at Cameron's but Robin had been more and more absent. Cameron missed having his friend to hang out with all summer and to stay over at night. The cafe didn't take up that much time, surely? Cameron knew his friend would not spend a minute more than he had to with his shit of a father, which begged the question of where Robin was spending his days and nights? Cameron had been dwelling on these thoughts for a while and usually got to a point when he just stopped thinking about it – it was ridiculous to think his mild-mannered friend was hiding something. Robin was as pure as the driven snow. "Do you have a boyfriend?" asked Cameron. Good work. Subtle. What happened to just stop thinking about it? "What?" replied Robin, spinning around in surprise; "No, why?" "I didn't see you on Friday night. Or Saturday. But you're dad wasn't working so you wouldn't be home..." "Mum let me visit and I stayed the night. Plus she has Netflix," Robin said as if it were obvious. "Oh..." replied Cameron, a little disappointed that the answer was so mundane. "I didn't realise you had that arrangement." His mum was a difficult subject. Mostly because she left him with his dad... which was a difficult subject. "She still won't let me stay all the time but when dad's home she'll sometimes let me stay," added Robin. Robin's mum had left her husband - Robin's dad - five years ago but left Robin in the care of his father. If one could call such a thing care. In the beginning Robin spent weeks and months requesting, in fact begging, his mother to take him away too – but she never did. She was busy, her flat wasn't big enough, it was too far for him to travel to school, he shouldn't change school because he'd lose friends... "You're always welcome here. If you ever get tired of Stranger Things," Cameron reminded him. "I know. It's just sometimes... sometimes I need an elsewhere to be." "How is your mum?" Cameron asked cautiously. "She's fine," replied Robin conservatively. A little while later and they were both washed and dressed and ready for school with two slices of toast to spare. Today was the first day back after the September weekend. Nearly four days had passed since the chapter in the doctor's surgery which, in many ways, had seemed like the kind of beginning one should have when embarking on a great adventure. That was how Cameron was feeling about events. Cameron had been dreaming about Mr Wilson ever since the naked encounter. It had been exhilarating and exciting and the more embarrassing the encounter that Cameron dreamed about, the better. He was titillated by the humiliation he imagined Mr Wilson must have felt and wondered what it would be like to be exposed in that way. In his dreams, Cameron was a passive observer but Doctor Darrow had suggested becoming the maser of someone's fate and soul and he could think of no better person than Vincent Wilson. Unfortunately for Cameron, English wasn't until the afternoon and despite a detour – two detours – through the English department, he did not catch sight of the man until after lunch. When he entered the room, Cameron had hoped for... well, for something. But instead Mr Wilson was facing away from the incoming students and Cameron sensed he was deliberately avoiding looking at them – or, more precisely, avoiding looking at him. Just when Cameron was giving up all hope and even beginning to doubt his own memory that they had ever had their encounter, Mr Wilson's gaze passed over him. The eyes hovered a moment too long and Cameron realised there was many feelings hidden in the expression on his teacher's face. Embarrassment. Shame. Guilt. Lust. Fear. To the man's credit he carried on and the class was as normal as any other so that, by its end, not even Cameron could notice something was wrong. When the bell went the noise in the room rocketed as everyone talked over each other and scrambled to hear their friends, shout insults at their enemies or (in Adam Mansouri's case) attract the attention of anyone who he could get to look at him. "He's such a poser," said a sotto voice from the desk behind them. Cameron and Robin turned to Micah, an irregular friend whose attendance in their social group was sporadic at best; Micah tilted his head towards Adam and they both looked over to see Adam with his shirt lifted to show off the eight pack he was developing. "Kinda hot though," Cameron admitted. "Yea," agreed Micah reluctantly. "I've got great abdominals too," protested Robin. "It's not a competition," Cameron said with a cheeky smile. "Besides, you don't show yours off." Robin, despite having a smokin' hot body, never showed it off. He avoided as far as was humanly possible changing with the other lads after rugby, football, swimming. Cameron wondered if anyone else knew how attractive Robin was. "Oh shit, the poofters are looking," said Adam for the benefit of the room, who laughed because they were expected to. Cameron and Robin didn't laugh though. Neither did Micah. Cameron and Micah were out of the closet but Robin wasn't. Robin insisted he wasn't ashamed or embarrassed, and Cameron believed him, but rather that he didn't think his sexuality was anyone else's business. Robin once confided that coming out would at best feel like an admission to stop Adam's needling and at worst feel like he needed the validation of others, neither of which was true. "Do you see something you like?" asked Adam as he swaggered over to them. "Well, I know Micah and Cameron like beefcake. What about it Felicity, you ready to admit you like what you see?" One of Adam's cruelties was calling Robin by girl's names: Sarah, Cheryl, Paula, Jennifer, Louise, Clara, Martha, Felicity... "What, arrogance?" proposed Cameron – saving Robin from evasion or reply; "Egotism, braggart... eh, help me out?" "Vulgarity, pride, conceit..." added Micah. Robin sighed theatrically and added: "Narcissism, haughtiness, vanity, blowhard..." "You wish!" Adam said, laughing in Robin's face. Robin was blushing furiously and even though Adam was a dick, the insult would burden Robin all day. Adam was swaggering away when Carlos - one of Adam's friends - joined in. "Blow harder... that's what his mum said," Carlos declared - delighted with himself. Adam's expression darkened and he stopped smiling, not that his mates noticed. There was some laughter amongst Adam's friends at the jibe and it hurt Robin all the more. "She was shit by the way... probably why your dad chucked her," Carlos spat. "Right, that's enough!" said Arthur, Adam's best friend, who had the unenviable task of calling order to the bunch of misfits. The insult really was below the belt and Robin felt tears rise in his eyes. It took all his will to stop them falling. It was the mark of a successful bully to know just how to hurt people and the only thing that surprised Robin about the whole scenario was that Adam looked almost sorry for him. Cameron looked up to see Mr Wilson silently watching the exchange but he'd said nothing. Cameron was deeply disappointed by the inaction but then realised the teacher had not been listening. Rather, Mr Wilson had been watching him instead; much like Cameron had been watching Mr Wilson all lesson long. Cameron found himself watching Adam – tall, dark and handsome – leave the classroom with his friends. It had been outside this very room more than two years ago that Cameron had come out as gay. Adam had been mocking and teasing Cameron for his sexual inexperience and lack of girlfriend when he'd out right asked... "You a gayboy, or something?" "Yea, actually!" Cameron had shot back. Adam had been surprised Cameron had admitted it; he laughed in Cameron's face and tried to rouse his classmates in condemnation. Adam had refused to relent despite the litany of derisory comments. Cameron could see the crowd around them were not impressed – being a gayboy just didn't cause the stir it used to. "Adam. You're embarrassing yourself," Cameron interrupted. Then Adam shut up. Adam remained an arrogant, vain, cruel peacock of a boy who, despite a lack of traction with his gay-bashing – most of the kids being pretty liberal about it nowadays – continued to sling insults about sexuality. Back in the present Cameron told Robin, "Don't listen to him. I mean, you know what homophobia really says about you..." Robin gave Cameron a disapproving look. It was the look he always gave when Cameron went bitchy-gay on someone. "Don't worry, Robin. Adam will get what's coming to him," Micah said darkly. The class had ended several minutes ago and Cameron, Robin and Micah were the last to leave the room. There was no class waiting outside so perhaps Mr Wilson would be free for a conversation? "I'll catch you up in a sec," Cameron said. "You'll be late for Bio!" "I'll catch you guys up." Cameron approached Mr Wilson who looked up cautiously and was unable to hold Cameron's gaze. Cameron stood by his teacher's side and found he didn't know what to say. "If it's ok, I have a few questions about the latest reading you gave us," Cameron lied; "Maybe I could come back after my last class?" Mr Wilson looked up and silently nodded. His mouth was almost too dry to talk. "Yes. Ok, Cameron." Mr Carr's biology class, the last class of the day, dragged in and Cameron was so desperate to return to his English teacher that he nearly forgot to make up an excuse for not joining Robin in a five aside game they had agreed to play in. Micah just liked to watch the boys in shorts so he'd gone ahead to watch them get changed. Excuse was just another word for lie, which Cameron wasn't used to doing to his best friend. The closer to the truth, the better the lie, and the truth itself, when it can be used, is the best lie; so says Isaac Isimov. "I need to go back to class. I've got some questions for a teacher." "Er... ok," said Robin sceptically but didn't want to argue. Robin never did argue because he was a good boy. Cameron made his way to the English department and got to Mr Wilson's door just as Mr Jones was about to leave. "Rhys, I'm sure you can't catch an STI off of a dildo," Vincent said. Then he added, "Unless you're dirty and haven't cleaned it." "Nah, its dishwasher safe," Rhys joked as he left the room. Mr Jones – Rhys was shocked to see Cameron just outside the room and took a few seconds to decide if a) Cameron had heard any of the conversation, and b) whether he should say anything. "Just discussing the school play," Rhys said. "Can't wait to see it," replied Cameron. Rhys - who Cameron thought was a sleazy creep - carried on up the corridor and disappeared from sight which left Cameron to step into Mr Wilson's room and close the door. He looked over his shoulder and then locked the door for good measure. "Cameron..." Mr Wilson started to say. "Sir..." Cameron said at the same time and was struck by the connotations of the authoritarian word. "Cameron, let me talk first. What happened in the surgery last week shouldn't have happened but it did. I'm embarrassed you saw me like that and... well... I think it would be best..." Vincent looked at Cameron properly for the first time and was struck by how affecting he was. Vincent had tried not to think about what had happened but failed. Miserably. The truth was it had been exciting and stimulating and Vincent would very much have liked to see and do more. But he couldn't tell a seventeen year old pupil all that. He was a twenty five year old teacher who knew better. Vincent finished his sentence unconvincingly; "It would be best if we both forgot about it." "I can't stop thinking about it," admitted Cameron. Vincent looked at Cameron; the blazer and white shirt with a blue tie that featured yellow and green stripes, the tight trousers. Not helping. "Cameron..." "It was exciting, right?" interrupted Cameron. "It was exciting and you look great and..." And Cameron realised what was missing. "And things are a little unbalanced at the moment," Cameron continued. "Here's the deal. We even things out, then decide if we forget or not." "We don't need to be even," answered Mr Wilson. He wasn't sure what Cameron meant but he knew it sounded seedy. "The doors locked. Trust me, if I wasn't then I wouldn't do this..." Cameron told him. And with that Cameron took off his blazer and tossed it over the nearest desk, then slipped off his shoes and kicked them aside. "Cameron, don't," said Vincent. "Quiet!" commanded Cameron and Vincent stepped back as if struck; "Watch me strip and be quiet." Vincent did as he was told and watched in silence as Cameron loosened his tie and then pulled one end until it came free. The tie joined his blazer before the buttons of the shirt began to come undone. It was only when the shirt was untucked and open all the way - revealing Cameron's slender milky-skinned body - that Mr Wilson spoke up. "Cameron, you should stop. Please," the older man said. Cameron looked up and saw the same mixture of emotions again. Embarrassment. Shame. Guilt. Lust. Fear. And joining them: nervousness, attraction, adoration. Cameron smiled and pulled off his shirt then he worked his trousers down and off. The seventeen year old was now stood in just his socks and pants before his teacher. Vincent could hardly move, never mind speak or think coherently. Cameron came towards him, his socked feet gliding across the floor, until he was very close. "Will I take these off?" Cameron asked. Vincent could not help looking down as Cameron hooked thumbs into the waistband of the briefs and eased it out far enough to expose his pubes. The bulge in Cameron's briefs expanded and with his cock pointed down it became prominent but still contained indiscreetly. "Stop," Mr Wilson said. "You don't want to see?" Cameron asked provocatively; "Well?" "I... want to see it," Vincent said. Cameron took his hand off his briefs and smiled. Maybe what Doctor Darrow had said was right - some men enjoy submitting to authority. The teacher put a big warm hand on Cameron's bare shoulder and felt the smooth skin. Cameron's lips pulled into a lustful smirk. Then Cameron leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against Mr Wilson's - it was not a kiss, just a press. Then Cameron pressed again. On the third time he felt reciprocity and they kissed for the first time. No tongues, just a gentle lip-locking. Cameron became bolder, reaching around and groping both of Mr Wilson's buttocks. With their bodies pressing together, Vincent could feel the thick erection in Cameron's briefs and, more importantly, Cameron could feel the thickening cock in the teacher's trousers. When they parted lips, Cameron silently reached for Mr Wilson's belt and snapped it open then popped the button and drew down the zipper. A moment later, the teacher's briefs were hooked under his balls and from the open trouser's his penis was waiting. Cameron dropped to his knees and brought his lips, his tongue and mouth into contact with the rock hard cock. Cameron was enjoying teasing Mr Wilson's expectations; he wanted the man to see him naked but he also wanted to entice him. Cameron wanted nothing more than to use his powers for evil but there was an equal chance of scaring the off as there was compelling him to comply. Vincent suppressed a moan, which was difficult with a hot, moist mouth attached to his penis. He was surprised that Cameron seemed to know what he was doing - whether it was beginners luck, experience or natural talent, Vincent didn't know. Vincent put his hands back to grip the desk behind him and held on tight as the attention to his cock threatened to buckle his legs. Looking down, Vincent could see Cameron's briefs expanding and he tried to imagine the cock inside... ideally inside his anus. Shit! Did he just imagine having sex with a student? The boy at his feet might only be eight years younger than him - nothing to worry about under if they had met in a bar or online - except he was a teacher and Cameron was a student. The boy was still naked but for briefs and socks and he was doing a great job of giving Mr Wilson a blow job, but still the older man fretted over what he was getting caught up in. Cameron reached up and slid his hand onto Mr Wilson's stomach, sliding it under the shirt and up to grope at the nipples still hidden beneath the fabric. Cameron could feel Mr Wilson resisting a push forward with his pelvis – a little thrust to push his cock deeper into the mouth – so Cameron obligingly did the work for him. He had never sucked cock before but Cameron had access to the internet - porn videos and sex stories had schooled him well - he took Mr Wilson's dick as far as it would go, then very slowly withdrew. When the cock slipped out of his mouth, it bobbed before his face. Cameron caught his breath and gripped it again, holding it steady as he flicked his tongue across the leaking eye. "Fuck," said Mr Wilson. Cameron looked up to see the teacher throwing his head back and when he looked down again, Cameron was back to work sucking his cock with pursed lips. Vincent was very aware of his clothes as he felt sweat trickle down his back which moistened his shirt and down his legs, making them clammy. Meanwhile, Cameron was still nearly naked and on his knees. His bulge was throbbing untouched and unseen and it was with a little shame that Vincent regretted not seeing it. Cameron had seen his cock twice now. Shit! Did he just imagine seeing his student's hard-on? "Cameron, I'm getting close," warned Vincent. Cameron kept sucking but looked up to catch the teacher's eye. At the very last minute, he pulled his mouth away and gave two or three strokes to bring Mr Wilson's erection to climax. The cock shot over Cameron's shoulder and the subsequent, weaker spurts landed on Cameron's shoulder and chest. When Vincent's orgasm finally subsided, he opened his eyes and looked at the almost naked boy who was getting to his feet. Ashamed, Vincent stuffed his spent but still-hard dick back in his underwear and trousers and zipped up. Vincent could not help but notice his own seed on the boys alabaster skin. He wanted to lick Cameron's chest and snowball it back. Shit! Now he was daydreaming about kissing the boy too. "Does this mean we're even?" asked Mr Wilson. "Maybe. If you want us to be," answered Cameron. Cameron had now seen Mr Wilson totally naked and Mr Wilson had seen the Cameron almost naked, but he'd gotten a blowjob out of it. "Do you want us to be even?" Cameron asked nervously. Cameron was acutely aware of his undress; his tight and smooth body and skinny bare legs. Cameron began pulling his clothes back on and was dressed almost as quickly as he had stripped. "I don't know, Cameron," Mr Wilson said at last. Cameron tilted his head questioningly but seemed to understand the teacher's quandary. Mr Wilson would be a fool not to be cautious and suspicious. So Cameron stepped forward and kissed Mr Wilson's lips, allowing a slip of tongue just before withdrawing again. "I'd like to see you again sometime," Cameron said. "I'd like to see you too," Mr Wilson replied - averting his eyes. "Good. Then we should talk about what happened last week... why did you let me see you like that?" Cameron asked. Mr Wilson shrugged. "You we're expecting me to be there but you were expecting something," Cameron pressed on and then remembered that assertiveness seemed to be the button to push to get the man to behave. "Tell me why you were in the doctor's office." "I enjoy submission and Malcolm... Doctor Darrow... we had an arrangement," Mr Wilson answered. "I see. You like to be humiliated, don't you?" asked Cameron. "Sometimes, but not in front of a group... not so that I would get in trouble or destroy my reputation," Mr Wilson answered. "Did you like being naked in front of me, Mr Wilson?" asked Cameron. Mr Wilson nodded. "I'm a little boy?" Cameron asked jeeringly. "No," the teacher protested. "You're not little." "But I am a boy," Cameron persisted. "Yes." "And you're my teacher. Is that what turned you on? Knowing that I'm a schoolboy and I was seeing you naked, hard, exposed? Did you like that?" Cameron needled on. Mr Wilson nodded and Cameron finally felt a little bit cruel. "I liked seeing you like that. I liked having power over you," Cameron said and Mr Wilson looked at him at last. "But you're right, I'm not a little boy. I've been top of my class for three years and I'm not naive. I'm not a doughy boy with a schoolboy crush. I know what I want." "What do you want, Cameron?" Mr Wilson asked pleadingly. "I want to be with someone like you. Someone who wants to do as he's told; and you want to be with someone like me..." "We need to have some rules," Mr Wilson interrupted. Against his better judgement, the teacher was actually about to parlay a sexual relationship with a teenage student. And why, because he liked to sub? Or because he liked the idea of a teenager being his dom? Surely it wasn't about Cameron being a boy? "Why?" asked Cameron. Cameron, despite taking to his role like a fish to water, knew nothing about the culture he had invited himself into. "Because if we don't, there's no way for either of us to know what's ok and what isn't. If we don't agree what's ok then you might think you're being cute or pushing boundaries while I feel you're being crass or abusive," Mr Wilson replied. "So what do you like, Mr Wilson?" Cameron asked with smirk. The teacher thought for a moment and realised that Cameron's use of his title was a question in itself. Cameron liked reminding the man that he was a teacher and he a student. "I like role-play and I don't mind you calling me Mr Wilson but I hate name-calling. I'm not going to call you master or sir and I don't want you calling me bitch, whore, faggot..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Cameron protested - putting his hands up in surrender; "That's definitely language I wouldn't want to use anyway." "Glad we agree," Mr Wilson replied. "Why would someone want to be called a bitch anyway?" Cameron asked. Mr Wilson almost smiled - the boy had said he wasn't naive. "Submission comes in lots of forms. For some people, derogatory terms like that turn them on. They're a symbol of the power the dominator has over them," Mr Wilson explained. "For me, I feel it's a symbol of disrespect and contempt for who and what I am." "And what do you get out of our relationship if I'm the one with all the power?" Cameron asked. "You don't have all the power," replied Mr Wilson. "You call the shots but if I say no, we stop. We have to respect each other. You want to be needed and I need to be wanted. Being submissive isn't about being powerless, it's about the decision to gift that power to someone worthy..." It was then that Mr Wilson realised why he had been so receptive to Cameron - he sensed someone worthy. "Cool," Cameron replied - slightly underselling the moment; "So, do we need a safety word?" "If you want us to, but I'm happy accepting that if either of us says no, we just stop," Mr Wilson replied. "Ok," Cameron replied. He looked at his watch and made eyes at the door. "I need to go but I know where to find you." Cameron was at the door and about to unlock it when Mr Wilson said; "Also, urination and coprophagia are definitely off the table," Mr Wilson said. It ought not to be necessary to specify in advance, but he had had a bad experience once. "Copro- what?" "Nevermind." Cameron's meeting with Mr Wilson meant he missed most of the football match he'd agreed to attend after school. He turned up to see Robin play though, also to watch Adam Mansouri in shorts and football socks. Adam strutted like a peacock around the pitch, proud of his football shirt that was adorned with the number "3" on the back - he was a very good amateur but wasn't as good as he thought he was. Adam was matched in talent by several other boys – in terms of both in sporting performance and being eye candy. On the pitch was: Arthur, Jamal, Dominic, Nasser, Murray, Alesky, Tomek, Carlos; plus Robin and Adam, making up the five aside teams. Cameron watched from a slope at the edge of the playing field. In autumn the grass was cool and damp, but Cameron hardly noticed – he was too busy thinking about Mr Wilson and boy-watching the players on their field. He waited until the whistle was blown to end the game before descending the slope to meet Robin. "You were great out there," Cameron complemented his friend. "My team lost," Robin said downheartedly. "Yea, but you were good. The best player on the field," Cameron enthused. "Second best," said Adam as he fell into step beside them. "Don't worry, it's hard to play football when you're carrying a closet on your back." Robin looked embarrassed but said nothing. Adam was spurred on by Robin's ashamed silence; "Robin here has what we call the `runner up' gene. The `always the bridesmaid, never the bride' gene. The `sidekick' gene..." "And you've got what?" asked Cameron, bitchily adding: "The `organ grinder' gene?" Cameron wasn't talking about musical ability - he followed his question by miming sucking cock, mostly because he knew it would piss Adam off to turn a gay slur back on him. "Whatever," Adam said dismissively as he moved ahead. "Organ grinder... get it?" Cameron smiled at Robin. "Yea, very clever," Robin responded though he clearly disapproved of meanness, cruelty, bitchiness. The fact that being gay shouldn't be an insult. "Cheer up, now he's ahead we can look at his arse. Nice thighs too. Yum yum." "I wasn't looking," Robin said. Cameron signed and asked, "What's wrong?" "Where were you?" "I told you. I had to go see a teacher about..." "Which teacher?" interrupted Robin, who was concerned at Cameron's secretiveness over the past week. What was he hiding? "Mr Carr," replied Cameron who'd had enough time to think about his alibi. "You had a question about biology? One of your best classes?" Robin enquired. "I'm good at bio because I work my arse off. I wanted some extra work and some tips on what to focus on," Cameron answered smoothly – with the added advantage of that actually being true. "Oh. I'm still muddling through with the work we've already got," Robin said miserably. Robin was clever but had to work twice as hard to achieve half of what Cameron did. Or at least that was how it seemed to Robin. By the time they got to the changing room, Cameron had finally got Robin to talk about something else, namely ranking the top five arses on the football team. "I won't be offended if you don't put me at number one," Cameron assured Robin facetiously. "Good. You won't be disappointed then," Robin replied dryly, though he was smirking too. They were the last guys to enter the locker room, by which time there was a distinct smell of sweat, deodorant, damp clothes and shower steam. Most of the five aside team were in the process of undressing while the showers warmed up – the shower's being the source of the vapour edging its way into the room. The entrance from outside led directly into a corridor behind the assembly hall, the locker room was the last door on the left. Straight ahead as one entered the changing room was a door at the far end leading into one of two sports halls; to the right were the showers and across the centre of the room, from right to left, was a row of benches with hooks on which clothing could be hung. The shower space was a wet room that was accessed through a large un-doored space; a wall was straight ahead where towels could be hung and it was on the other side that showerheads beat down on the heads of naked boys. A conveniently positioned mirror on either side of the shower space allowed one, if stood in the right place, to watch naked boys from the locker room. Guess where Robin and Cameron went? Cameron had missed participating in the game but he tagged along to keep Robin company. Robin was a shy guy and didn't like changing with the other boys and certainly not showering with them. Quite why, Cameron could never fathom as he knew his friend had a great body, with arms like steel cables; Robin was tall, fair haired and light skinned. Cameron wondered if it was because Robin was one of the youngest boys in the year – still only sixteen while many had turned seventeen by now. Robin wouldn't be seventeen for another four months. Even Cameron found himself surprised whenever he saw Robin shirtless because he was so fine – Cameron suspected the other boys on the team similarly underestimated Robin's physique. Robin sat down, still in his shorts and t-shirt and waited for all the boys to get into the shower before changing – he always showered at home. "Hey Robin, I changed my mind about you being second best," called Adam from across the room. Adam, who was now shirtless and had removed his shorts, sauntered towards them. Adam was barefoot and clad only in his briefs as he stalked towards Cameron and Robin with a sneer on his face. Adam knew it would make Robin uncomfortable. "You get pushed down to the bottom..." Adam started to say and was inevitably about to make another gay comment. He didn't disappoint or subvert expectations when he added: "You like being a bottom, right?" A few other boys who were listening laughed and Robin blushed furiously. "Oh, sorry Robin. Don't let me interrupt your locker room mantra..." said Adam who was now stood close to Robin. Because Robin was sat down while the bully stood, the bulge of Adam's briefs was nearly in Robin's face. Adam was of Iranian descent on his dad's side, his skin tinged towards olive and almost hairless until the dark bush of pubes above his cock. Even his legs were silky. Adam's features were all dark: his hair, eyebrows and eyes all a mask of dark mystique. "...Don't get a hard-on, don't get a hard-on, don't get a hard-on," repeated Adam as he strolled back to the other boys to a chorus of laughter. Adam would have been attractive if not such an arse. Actually, he was still attractive – despite being an arse. Robin and Cameron could not help but watch as Adam pushed down his briefs to reveal tight buttocks and then moved to the showers. Four of the boys were already hidden behind the wall as they stood under the cascade of steamy water; Adam and the other four boys who had been playing made their way collectively into the showers. "I love watching the guys go into the showers. They all know I'm gay and still show skin like they're hanging out on a nudist beach," commented Cameron. "They probably don't realise you're perving on them," Robin suggested. "Oh, was I being too subtle?" Cameron asked with a wicked smile. "Ha ha," Robin replied but offered no further comment as he couldn't explain why they were all so comfortable with a gay boy looking at them. Robin wondered if Cameron might not be right – he should just come out and say "yes, I'm gay" and be done with it. But he couldn't. He didn't want to. It was no-one's business and they had no right to know unless he chose to reveal it. Robin knew that people thought he was gay, assumed he was gay, `knew' he was gay. But Robin couldn't admit it because... "What are you doing?" Robin asked as he suddenly realised Cameron was pulling his dick out of his trousers. Cameron had been desperate to cum ever since he sucked Mr Wilson's cock and then stroked him until the man came. Watching the naked boys was just the eye candy he needed. Mr Wilson's conduct in the doctor's surgery also repeated in Cameron's mind - he was fascinated by what could compel a man to do that. It had been exciting to see Mr Wilson exposed and embarrassed. Cameron wanted to experience some of that thrill – a danger-wank was, in his mind, just the place to start. "You can see some of the guys in the shower from here," Cameron replied. Cameron pointed to a mirror. There was a mirror at either end of the shower which meant that from the right place in the changing room, one could watch the naked boys under the water. The steam smudged certain details but it was still a great image. Robin looked up but blushed at the mere sight of the wet, glistening and lathered teens. "They might catch you," whispered Robin as he tried not to look at his best friend's cock. "I know," Cameron replied while rolling his thumb over the head of his dick. Robin had pulled off his t-shirt and was putting his school shirt back on for the walk home; half a minute later, his shorts were down and his school trousers were back on. All the while Cameron watched the free porn of guys showering. "Don't you think it would be exciting?" asked Cameron. "What?" queried Robin. "Stripping, being watched, being naked and exposed and..." Cameron couldn't even finish the sentence as he came on the locker room floor. Robin dropped his eyes as he mumbled his reply, though Cameron wasn't listening now. "I can't imagine what that would be like." Cameron cleaned the head of his cock with his thumb and tucked his dick away before the team came out of the showers. He went to the toilet located opposite the shower entrance to wash his hands. When he returned to Robin, his friend was dressed and ready to go. They were moving towards the door when the boys started to come out of the shower but sadly they had towels around their waists. "By the way," challenged Adam – this time directing his hostility towards Cameron: "You were meant to be playing today. Where the fuck were you?" Cameron waited for a beat before replying, "Sorry, I was distracted by your nipples. What was the question?" Adam's brown nipples really were distracting, but really Cameron was just trying to noise him up with a pithy retort. "Next time you're not going to play maybe you could tell your bum-chum why. It's pathetic when we can't even get him to answer a simple question," Adam said sourly. "Adam..." said Cameron "What?" "Your pubes are showing." Cameron sniggered at Adam's fuming face as he readjusted his towel. Adam was vain and had no qualms about showing off but Cameron knew the bitchy comment would embarrass him in front of his peers and that seemed like enough. Besides, Cameron really could see Adam's pubes. Robin had asked him recently: "Do you ever wonder why Adam stopped being our friend?" Cameron had no answer. They hadn't been friends for a long time - Adam had been an antagonist for more than five years - but that didn't mean Cameron couldn't take home a nice mental image. Cameron would enjoy thinking of Adam's bare chest and emerging pubes; like an endless pick and mix, Cameron would gorge on the images of Adam and Mr Wilson. He was looking forward to getting home for all he could eat. 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