Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2019 20:26:55 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Twenty-Four Do As You're Told Chapter Twenty-Four: Confessions 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. MONDAY 11TH MARCH 2019 "So... I guess we should talk?" said Cameron. "Yea..." Robin replied. Robin had awoken on Sunday morning with Adam still in bed with him. He'd watched Adam sleep and felt melancholy because this was the way he wanted to feel but months had passed since Adam had asked him out, since they had last been intimate, since they had learned who they truly were... They had both moved on, hadn't they? Adam had stirred a little while later and they made small talk but avoided the issue of Adam having shared his bed; it hadn't been sexual, Robin felt no sense of being unfaithful to Ben but he knew it had been meaningful. Robin had felt, just for a moment, content. Adam didn't mention Robin's dad and Robin didn't think about him. They ate toast, drank tea and parted ways awkwardly like after a first date where both parties are too scared to lean in for a kiss. And now it was another manic Monday and Robin wished it was Sunday. "Right, so... neither of us has said anything for about three minutes..." Cameron commented. Robin had been thinking about Adam and came back to Monday morning with a bump. "Yea..." Robin said again. "No, not yea! Talk to me, Robin. Adam came to your dad's funeral. He was..." Cameron grunted with frustration as he failed to articulate the questions buzzing around his head. Robin decided to tell Cameron: "...Let me tell you everything." Robin's confession took a while. Longer than they had before their first class started so they resumed at the morning break but the story was still not done; it was well into lunchtime before Robin finished. After all, he had a lot to tell. Robin confessed he had been working at The Fourth for nearly nine months - stripping and laterally meeting men in the parlour. Well, not men plural - one man: Adam. Robin explained about being Teen Titan - Cameron got the comic book reference - and how he had fell for Adam as he revealed himself to be troubled but affectionate. Cameron softened his stance on Adam as he discovered the boy was insecure and damaged. It wasn't an excuse for the things he'd said and done but it was an explanation. An almost satisfactory explanation. Robin admitted the truth about the timeline of his contact with his mum - that he'd not been seeing her every few months as Cameron thought; really Robin had not seen her (until his dads funeral) for years and not spoken to her for over a year. Adam had happened upon him one day and the confession had spilled out. Cameron hated that an enemy could be told such a thing when he, the best friend, was kept in the dark. "But he wasn't the enemy," Robin replied; "You forget I was getting to know the real Adam. I gave him a chance to be trusted and he earned it. It... It shifted our relationship." Despite softening his stance on Adam, Cameron did not like the sound of the word "relationship" but let it go and asked to hear the rest of the story. Adam's mother was not his secret to tell, but Robin hinted at a personal tragedy and that Adam had trusted him with the insight into his life that shifted their relationship again. Later, when Adam found out he was Teen Titan, their relationship shifted yet again. Now months had passed since Adam had found out that Robin had been beneath the Teen Titan mask; they'd had sex, they had talked and shared intimate secrets and then... "You kept fucking?" Cameron asked disapprovingly. "No, we stopped seeing each other," Robin replied. "So you're not a stripper anymore?" Cameron asked for clarification. "No, I'm still a performer," Robin admitted matter-of-factly; "But Adam doesn't come along anymore and we don't... you know," Robin said. "It's not been the same since he stopped coming." "How could you keep all this from me?" Cameron asked, troubled by the depth of the changes in his friend's life. "I kind of liked having something in my life that was untouchable. Just mine. Then Adam came along and I just didn't know what to do. Besides..." Robin stopped and hesitated. "Besides what?" Cameron asked. "You've been keeping a secret too I think." Robin said carefully; "I have a feeling, that's all, that you've been keeping something from me. And that's not why I kept all my stuff a secret... But it made it harder for me to tell you when I knew you weren't telling me something." Cameron bit his lip and thought about the implications of telling Robin about his affair with Vincent - Mr Jones - their English teacher. "I do have a secret but I don't know where to start..." Cameron replied carefully, knowing that once he told Robin about fucking a teacher, he couldn't un-tell. "I need some time to think first." "Ok," Robin replied but he was disappointed. Cameron let out a long breath; "So to sum up: you got a job as a stripper..." "Performer." "Then you met Adam, messed around, fucked around, had sex; got revealed, became friends and now you're in a will-they won't-they holding pattern," Cameron asked rhetorically. "We're not in a will-they won't-they," Robin said unconvincingly. "I'm with Ben and Adam's met someone and neither of us are out and we're just friends." "Aww, buddy," Cameron said patronisingly, patting his arm; "You don't even see it, do you?" Robin didn't answer. After a few minutes Cameron felt obliged to fill the silence. "So, erm... I've been having sex with a teacher." "What!" "It started like, six months ago," Cameron added. "What!" "Yea. We've done it a bunch of times now," Cameron said. Robin grabbed Cameron's arm; "What!" "Yea... That's my secret," Cameron said. Cameron could not stop the smile that spread across his face. Cameron had planned on taking a little longer than two minutes to think about how to tell Robin but it was a relief to just say it. There was a small part of him happy to finally tell someone. There was a part of him quite chuffed to have fucked an older man - a teacher no less - and now getting to tell someone about it. After keeping it a secret so long, confessing felt good. "Cameron... you could get in a lot of trouble. He could get in a lot of trouble. Did he... groom you?" Robin asked awkwardly. Cameron actually laughed at the very idea. "No, he's very docile," Cameron said with a hint of swagger; "He likes being told what to do and I've discovered a bit of a dominant streak." "I don't wanna know that!" Robin interrupted - that sort of intimate detail was too much for now. "Look, we've been careful. We're both not-stupid adults. No-one is doing anything they don't want to do..." Cameron was saying. "Do you love him?" Robin asked. Cameron was stunned by the question and completely unable to form an answer. "Does he love you?" Robin asked. "I don't know. I'm not sure it's about love," Cameron admitted; "But he is in my heart." Robin thought about that carefully and then realised how insane their respective secrets were and how admitting them had been a relief. Thus, Robin smiled and said; "And in your ass." Cameron burst into laughter. "And in my mouth," Cameron managed though the mirth. Robin really wasn't sure how to process the information he'd been given. Robin disapproved, but he could hardly say that. Cameron had, by-and-large, supported his confession concerning Adam. To turn around now and condemn Cameron would be hypocritical. But Robin found it distasteful that a teacher would have sex with a pupil - no matter how consenting Cameron claimed to be. Robin found the submission and domination equally distasteful; he didn't understand why someone would do that. Why submit to degradation and humiliation? Why abdicate freedom and independence? Robin was a boy who had a lot to learn about the different ways in which people explore and express sexuality. "So who's the teacher?" Robin asked the million-dollar question. Cameron hesitated long enough that Robin thought his friend wouldn't tell him but then he replied; "Vincent. Mr Wilson." Robin whistled, "Fuck." "Indeed," agreed Cameron. Cameron could tell that, even though Robin seemed worried, Robin was impressed by the catch. Mr Wilson was a very attractive man. "I think maybe we should not talk about our secrets for a while," Robin said at last. Cameron laughed; "Yea, maybe there's such a thing as too much honesty?" "Just give it a few days and then we can talk about it again..." Robin said - trying to make sure Cameron did not feel rejected. "I totally agree," Cameron replied. "Do you wanna skip P.E. today?" They weren't the kind of boys who usually played truant/ dogged it/ skipped class but today had been a funny day. The confessions for one thing (two things) had been exhausting and attending class's days after a funeral made everyone look at you which was also exhausting. Robin was tired of the attention. "Definitely. I mean, what could we possibly miss?" Robin asked. LATER They could miss: hockey, basketball, swimming, cross-country, football, rugby, badminton and tennis. These are naming but a few of the sporting activities offered by the schools P.E. department. The month of March was full steam ahead and the sixth years had less than two months of school left, which was bringing the school's football season to an end too. Today there was a five-aside match between Coalwater High School and the Earl of Lennox Boys School. Most of the boys not participating were allowed to go swimming at the nearby Symposium Athletics Club or run cross country; however, a few impetuous teens dingyed (dingy, Scottish slang meaning: to ignore) that and sat to watch the game. "You lads know P.E. is supposed to involve physical captivity, right?" asked Mr Jordan, the fit thirty-something year old P.E. teacher. "Captivity?" laughed one of the boys even though they all knew he meant activity. "Well if you're offering, sir," replied Micah with a theatrical wink. "Gross," Mr Jordan replied and walked off to referee the match. Micah watched him go and leaned over to Ben, who was sat cross-legged beside him. "I'd totally fuck, would you?" Micah asked Ben. "Don't think he's into boys," Ben replied. "Come into the fantasy, Ben. He's gorgeous," Micah commented. "Yea," Ben agreed while simultaneously sounding like he hadn't given it any thought. "Don't you have eyes?" Micah persisted; "Look at that ass." "I'm kinda seeing someone," Ben said as if that meant he could look at other men. "I've hardly seen Robin and Cameron today," Micah said. "Yea... they've both been... distracted today," Ben said and sounded troubled by it; "I suppose it makes sense. Robin needs some space after his dad's funeral and Cameron's his best friend. I'm just trying to stay out of the way for a bit." Robin, for all the bullying he had been subjected to - at least until recently - was accepted as a decent athlete. He was often - but not always - on the five-aside team. It had surprised Micah that Robin had so consistently been vilified when he was considered a genuine asset when it suited the elite. Adam, Arthur and Carlos et cetera etcetera were hypocrites in that respect - that was why Micah so enjoyed the peg or two that Adam had been brought down. Now, Micah was pondering if he could satisfy himself upon the other boys too. Micah was deluded. Micah hadn't attended the funeral of Robin's dad. Although Cameron, Robin and Micah were friends, Micah had never been a particularly reliable one. Especially now that he had Adam as a pet project. Thinking of Adam... "I'm sure glad you brought your camera," Micah said. Micah had a silver tongue which he used to talk Ben into taking plenty of pictures of the boys on the football pitch: legs, thighs, beefy arms, heaving chests, muddy uniforms and homoerotic celebration. Nothing beat straight boys celebrating a goal - the shirt-lifting to wipe away sweat, the back-patting, the hugging, the kissing; Micah just loved straight boys being kinda gay. Ben had brought his camera for the very purpose of getting pictures of the lads on the pitch - the yearbook would be put together after the sixth years last day; during the exam timetable the pictures would be finalised and the articles all written. The five-aside match was one of the last events on the school calendar. "And of course there's the underground yearbook," Micah said conversationally. "Yea..." Ben agreed uncertainly. "You should get some changing room pics," suggested Ben. Ben drew Micah a sarcastic look and responded; "Yea, I'll just book myself in for facial reconstruction at the same time. They're not going to let a gay boy like me take locker room shots." Micah smiled enigmatically; "Oh, well, you never know." Coalwater High School (3 - 2) Earl of Lennox Boys School Needless to say, the home team were delighted and even spectators like Micah and Ben were invited to join in the gloating. Micah got close to Adam and held him back just enough to make sure they could have a chat. "Ben's got his camera," Micah said; "Don't you think he should take some more photos once you're all inside?" "Don't you think he took enough of me at Boy Appétit?" Adam replied. Micah wore a blank expression that he was too slow to conceal. "Oh I see. Mr Anonymous doesn't tell you everything, does he?" Adam said faintly goading. "What I fucking see is that you better let Ben get candid pics of you in your pants. In fact, I think you should encourage him to take photos of the other boys. Maybe talk them into posing for a few," Micah replied. "You've got to be kidding?" Adam responded. Micah grabbed Adam's ass - luckily there was no-one behind them to see it. "I'll have you inviting Ben to take shower pics if you don't behave," Micah threatened. "And for your cheek, I have a party on Saturday that I'd like you to come along to." Micah let go of Adam's ass and sent him to reach the head of the crowd again - he brooked no more questions or comments. The two muddy teams piled into the changing room with the spectators behind them. About a dozen boys hadn't bothered with actually participating in P.E. so they were all dressed in school uniform which added something to the overall photogenic nature of the scene that was about to unfold. Teenage boys come in all sorts of shapes and sizes - even the athletic ones, the popular ones, and the peacocks. Adam had dark hair and cafe au lait skin, Arthur was fair haired with creamy skin, Carlos was tall and broad with dark features that matched his attitude and more chest hair than one would imagine on a boy of seventeen. Ten boys were about to get undressed, reveal their physiques and make Micah a happy boy. They were physically attractive eye candy and that was the limit of Micah's interest as Adam set about setting them all up. "Did you get a shot of the winning goal, Ben?" Adam asked once the changing room door had closed. There was a groan from the opposing side and general eye-rolling at the way Adam was rubbing in their defeat. "Of course," Ben replied. Adam pulled at the hem of his t-shirt to lift it up and off and then slung it around his neck, holding each end in one hand. "You should take a team photo," Adam suggested - feeling dirty inside. It was bad enough Micah had influence over him, but he was dragging others into it. "Not letting the poof take a picture of me," Tomek contributed - beating Carlos to the punch. "Chicken. It's just a fucking photo," Adam mocked. "Yea, c'mon, gather around boys," Arthur joined in because he was such a pleaser, a people person and trusting too. Plus Art had no problem showing off his physique to whoever wanted to see it. Arthur was also shirtless and quite happy squeezing himself in between Adam and Nasser. Ben took some quick shots of Adam, Arthur, Nasser, Tomek and Carlos before dropping his eye from the camera. The boys from the other team had been quietly undressing and smiled with amusement at the vainglorious pride of Adam's team - they'd have been just as conceited if they had won. The five shirtless boys really were a handsome sight - nice chests and v-shapes descending into their shorts. No wonder they were so narcissistic. "You guys should join us," Adam suggested - calling over to the shirtless five boys from the Earl of Lennox Boys School. "Yea, c'mon. You guys might as well get immortalised as losers in our yearbook," Carlos said ungracefully. The ten shirtless boys happily posed - some happier than others - while Ben took a few more pictures. Despite the previous homophobic reluctance for Ben to photograph them, no-one was especially perturbed - they were just shirtless. However, then Adam sneaked behind Arthur and pulled down his shorts. There was some laughter as everyone took in what Adam had done, but it was taken in good spirit by Arthur who was so laidback he was almost horizontal. Ben sneaked in a picture of Arthur - who had a very respectable bulge in his hipster boxers - but Art made no move to pull his shorts back up. Instead, Arthur stepped out of the shorts. "Are you trying to show off or something?" Adam asked despite being impressed by Arthur's bravado. "You're the one who pantsed me," Arthur replied nonchalantly; "Anybody else going to join me or are you all..." he wiggled his little pinky to imply poor endowment. Arthur had reacted the way Adam anticipated - cool as a cucumber. Adam also thought that, with his pants down, he would induce the others to follow suit. Arthur had made a similar encouragement when they had been fundraising last year and ended up in their boxers in the school courtyard. With some reservations, the others boys stripped off their shorts until all ten of them were stood in just underwear. Four of the ten lads still had football socks pulled up their calves. However Adam was the only one wearing briefs and nothing else. Ben took more photos - in case they changed their minds and because they looked so fucking hot. Chests, abs, thighs and legs; the only part hidden away was their penis's and somehow the concealment was almost as glorious as a reveal would have been. "What's with the little briefs, Adam?" Tomek asked mockingly. Ben was busy snapping away shots of the mostly barefoot and shirtless boys in the changing room - getting as many pics as possible before the fun wore off. He zoomed in on each boy too, taking shots of their best features - especially the careless way in which some of the lads had allowed their boxers to sag so Ben could see pubes above the waistband when he looked at the HD frames. "What these?" Adam grabbed his package and showed that it was a hefty handful; "Oni pokazac mój wielki kogut." Adam was well aware that briefs - or tighty whiteys - were supposed to be an embarrassment. He also knew that men looked sexy in them and there was something enviable about having the confidence to wear them. "Don't be jealous, Tomek. You'll hit puberty one day too," Arthur deadpanned. The pale, smooth-skinned Polish boy blushed and scowled and moved out of formation, joined in short order by the lads from the Earl of Lennox Boys School. Adam's eyes flitted towards Micah to see if he was satisfied but the boy had already turned away and was leaving the room. It irked Micah that even when he was compliant, the dickhead still wasn't even civil. Adam saw Ben packing away his camera and wondered how many of those photos made it into the underground yearbook. How many of the pics were for his personal use? "You're kinda staring, dude," Arthur muttered. "Sorry?" Adam replied distractedly. He hadn't been aware that he had been paying Ben so much attention and when he looked back the boy had departed. "I was thinking about the underground yearbook," Adam said. Arthur just shrugged; "If you've got it flaunt it, right? Isn't that something you said once?" "Yea," Adam answered but in his heart he knew the pictures bothered him. The pictures represented his oppression, his persecution and folly. He knew the shirtless pictures didn't bother Arthur or any of the other boys but it was nothing to them - for there is nothing that is neither good nor bad though thinking makes it so... Ben had his head down as he left the changing room. He was catching up on a few text messages from Robin. Robin: [Me and Cameron are skipping class. Because we're rebels.] Robin: [You're attracted to rebels, right?] Robin: [Missed you today, we haven't talked much. Do you want to come over?] Robin: [I was thinking we could kiss & cuddle xoxo] Ben smiled at the easygoing tone of Robin's messages. The final message in particular caused Ben to draw on his memory of how they had, only once so far, been naked together and played with each other's cocks. Ben wondered if Robin had felt it a special moment too, or was he more experienced? Was Ben's desire to take things slow ok or should they have had sex by now? "So I was wondering..." Ben nearly jumped out of his skin as he'd been daydreaming about Robin's eight inch cock. "Micah! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Ben admonished. "Sorry. But I was wondering if I could have a copy of the pictures you just took?" Micah asked. "I dunno about that..." Ben said. "C'mon. You've taken plenty of pics for the underground yearbook that are unscrupulous," Micah pointed out. Ben flushed - he did not feel particularly honourable for sharing semi (or outright) voyeuristic pictures with the yearbook team. Before he could answer, Ben found Micah placing a slip of paper into his hand. "That's my email address for you to send them to. You're a great guy. See you later," Micah said in a rush and then rushed off. Psychologically, Micah had been very savvy - Ben now felt obliged to share the pics on the tacit agreement that he would, despite the fact Ben had been about to refuse. He didn't feel like he could refuse now. Ben sighed - they were just shirtless photos and photos of boys in their underwear and they had all agreed to the pictures being taken so he guessed it was ok really. Ben: [You rebel scum.] He smiled at his reply and then thought Robin might not get the Star Wars reference. Robin: [Lol] Phew, Ben was relieved. Robin: [We didn't miss anything did we?] Ben chuckled and pondered what to say. In the end he said what he wanted instead of actually answering the question. Ben: [Not much lol. I'd love to come over. And kiss and cuddle ;) ] Ben didn't know when he'd be ready for sex or even oral sex before but he was starting to get turned on by the memory of Robin's long thick dick and how it felt in his grip... WEDNESDAY 13TH MARCH 2019 Robin and Ben hadn't just kissed and cuddled on Monday night. Ben's initial reluctance for their relationship to get physical was easing and he was getting quite comfortable seeing Robin naked and jerking him off. Robin didn't mind that he was naked and Ben was still wearing his school uniform as they fooled around - in fact, it was quite exciting. Robin had lain on his bed while Ben's soft hands had stroked Robin's cock until he shot a pent-up load that had drenched his chest and abdomen. Ben's growing comfort with their physical relationship brought him back for more "kissing and cuddling" on Tuesday after school... and Wednesday. Ben arrived at Robin's flat an hour after school, still wearing his uniform but within five minutes the blazer and tie were discarded and his shirt was untucked, making the look untidy but adorable. It was on Wednesday that Ben finally agreed to some attention himself, which was a big step because Ben was insecure and self-conscious. "You're well-built and athletic," said Ben; "And your dick is a lot bigger than mine. I'm very... average." "You mean you're very cute," corrected Robin. Ben chuckled; "I'm trying to make a confession here, I'm very underwhelming." "Ben, I like you a lot. I'll like you twice as much to make up for your under-confidence," Robin told him. Robin didn't need Ben to be "well-built and athletic" - none of that mattered to Robin because Ben was so sweet and so was his cum. Robin took Ben's hand and led him to the bedroom. Robin wanted Ben to be naked like they'd been in his bedroom on Groundhog Day but that occasion was the one and only time so far that Robin had been naked with Ben. Ben would strip off when he was ready; speaking of being ready, Robin pulled off his t-shirt and pushed down his shorts. Robin watched Ben's eyes light up at the sight of the big bulge inside tight briefs. Robin stepped forward and kissed Ben's soft lips and then put his hands on Ben's hips to hold him. Ben's hands found Robin's thinly veiled ass, giving the buttocks a provocative squeeze. Robin returned the gesture by sliding his hands under Ben's shirt and touching the soft skin beneath. Ben's lips left Robin's in time to breathe in sharply as he felt Robin stroking his silky hips. Robin moved his lips to Ben's cheek and he continued down to the collar of Ben's school shirt, kissing his neck with gentle pecks. The top two button's of Ben's shirt were open, revealing a hairless and flat chest; Robin had tried to remind Ben that they had been naked together once already but it was clear that had been a moment of excited madness and Ben needed time to lower his defences. Ben wasn't ready to lower all his defences just yet but he did lower the zip of his trousers. "Do you mind if I rummage around and see if I can find something I like?" asked Robin. "Ok," said Ben, moving his hands from the front of his trousers. Robin could see Ben's boxers through the open fly and reached inside; he lid his fingers up and over the waistband of the boxers and pulled down. The tips of Robin's fingers felt the wiry bush of hair above Ben's dick and then the penis itself which was half-engorged. "Did you find something?" asked Ben. "I think so, can I take it out?" Robin asked. Ben nodded. In some ways Robin felt like their relationship took two steps forward and one step back - naked together and jerking off followed by not naked but still jerking off. But this was nearly another two steps forward for Ben hadn't wanted Robin to see his dick since that fateful day back in February. Robin pulled out Ben's cock and stroked it until it was fully hard - it was about five and a half inches but plump and warm under Robin's touch. Ben had moaned musically as Robin stroked his cock - Ben found it easy to be aroused when his boyfriend was an Adonis wearing only a pair of tight briefs. Ben's cock yielded a tear of pre-cum which Robin touched a single finger to that came back sticky - Robin touched the tip of his finger to his tongue, tasting the pre-cum with satisfaction. "Can you... do you want to take those off?" asked Ben. Ben's face was scrunched up delightfully as Robin pleasured him with his hand. "Do you want me to?" Robin flirted. "Yes," Ben admitted. Robin let go of Ben's cock and pushed his underwear down. Ben's eyes were glued to the big dick that revealed itself and when he cupped Robin's balls, the cock above slowly expanded until it was at its full eight inch mast. Ben seemed happy to see it and for once was not comparing it to his own with anxiety; Ben's eyes travelled down Robin's sexy legs to his bare ankles and feet where the briefs remained bunched. Ben looked up again when he felt Robin's hand return to his dick and the jerk-off resumed. Ben moaned again as he neared his climax and when his dick erupted, cum shot not with enough force to soak Robin's abdomen but it did spatter his thigh and then his feet. The final squirts of cum from Ben's ecstasy oozed all over Robin's hand. A pent-up orgasm would have been preferable but at seventeen not every orgasm can shoot across a room. Robin would have loved to suck Ben's dick but they were taking slow steps towards that and Robin consoled himself that this step forward might be a step closer to oral sex. Robin noticed his boyfriend watching with interest as he tasted the spilled seed from his fingers. Ben was always thinking and could not remember a time when he had not carefully thought out everything he said or did. Ben tucked his dick away and watched Robin's big cock still sticking out proudly. "Why don't you just watch me?" suggested Robin. Robin liked performing for Ben - he liked the starry-eyed admiration in Ben's eyes. "I like watching you," Ben admitted. Robin sat on the edge of the bed, his feet (still with blobs of Ben's cum on them) were flat on the floor as he started to masturbate. Ben watched Robin and Robin watched Ben. Ben seemed to realise how unequal their relationship was for he made a concession - he unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, revealing his flat chest and smooth body and round nipples. "Oh, yea, that's beautiful," confessed Robin. He meant it too. Ben was insecure about his body but Robin was attracted to everything Ben had - physical and emotional. Ben smiled shyly at the compliment and blushed to feel Robin's eyes on him. Ben watched as Robin continued to jerk off - watching him. Robin was jerking off to the sight of him nearly shirtless. That was a reassuring thought. When Robin came he let the spunk land on the floor and then on his own feet where his sperm could swim with Ben's - he was a romantic like that. As Robin watched Ben button his shirt back up, he hoped this was a step forward and hoped it wouldn't be accompanied by a step back. Robin was looking forward to the next step forward in their relationship: seeing Ben naked again, oral sex, maybe some fingers... SATURDAY 16TH MARCH 2019 The memory was still fresh in Robin's mind as he headed to The Fourth on Saturday night; things hadn't been the same since he stopped seeing Adam in the parlour but his time on stage still made him feel free and adored and desirable. Robin was still thinking about Ben as he got ready back stage for his first performance of the night. "How are you, Robin?" asked Mr Aziz. Robin's attention returned to Saturday night with a bump and he turned to see Mr Aziz smiling kindly. "Hello Mr Aziz. I'm ok," Robin replied. A standard answer for a standard question. "I rather thought you might have taken more time off," Mr Aziz commented. Just over two weeks ago Robin had learned his dad had died and the old man had been buried a week ago. For some people such a loss would have been a barrier to sexual gratification with one's boyfriend or stripping on a stage in front of an applauding crowd; for Robin, his dad's passing had set him free even more than leaving home had. "I don't need time off," Robin replied simply. He liked stripping - performing - it was as much an escape now as it had been when he began. Robin held his Teen Titan mask and thought about the comfort it gave him to be hidden for a night. The attention he got when showing off his body was attention he had never gotten outside in "the real world" and for all his real world had improved, The Fourth would always be a special place for him. "You're performances continue to be exemplary," Mr Aziz said. He wanted to reassure Robin that he was not concerned about Robin's performance, his concern had another path. "I just thought that if you needed time to adjust, after losing your father," Mr Aziz started to say. "It was no big loss," Robin said. Robin had no capacity to say such a thing with scorn or hatred or antipathy - it was a simple truth. Robin's life had been changed by escaping his dad, not by losing him. In many ways, Robin was glad he'd had the chance to oppose his dad before the idiot overdosed. "I understand," Mr Aziz said gently. Robin believed him. "I must confess that I worried when you stopped seeing Adam..." the man said after a pause. Robin dropped his eyes, slightly embarrassed; he knew Mr Aziz didn't mean to imply that he and Adam had been dating but there was something underneath the phrase that made Robin feel... "You both seemed to have moved on," Mr Aziz said. Robin nodded slowly and he rather thought that was not what Mr Aziz had originally intended to say. "I'm not so sure," Robin admitted; "We're not... I mean, we don't..." Robin was trying very hard not to say "having sex" or "fucking" and settled on; "...We're not intimate anymore." "But?" Mr Aziz prompted. "But Adam was there for me when I needed him. Others were there for me too, but Adam was the one I needed." Robin admitted. Mr Aziz smiled happily, a smile that lit up his face and touched his soulful brown eyes. "You really want me and Adam together for some reason. You gave me this job to try and set me up with him. Why? Why do you want us together?" Robin asked curiously. "If you haven't figured it out..." Mr Aziz said and a sad expression crossed his face; "then it wouldn't be fair for me to say." Robin's face wrinkled because he hadn't really figured "it" out yet. "How are you?" Robin asked. Mr Aziz looked up sharply at the concern-filled voice; "I am sad." "Why? Because of me and Adam?" Robin asked. "Oh no, I'm sure that will all work out in the end. It's my wife... she's very sick," Mr Aziz admitted. "I'm sorry," Robin said because that is what people say and because he really was. "I know. I think she'll be ok this time," Mr Aziz said. But underneath there was the implication that the poor man feared his wife might not be ok next time or the time after that. Robin wondered how the man would feel and how Adam would feel when they lost someone they truly loved. Robin had never been through such a thing. "Do not worry, Robin. But thank you for asking," Mr Aziz responded and left shortly after. Robin was on stage with Toulouse half an hour later. Robin had progressed from stripping to getting hard on stage to jerking off on stage and now to working with others on stage. He had of course danced with others before but rather more in the simultaneous performance sense of dancing with others. Now, Robin was "dancing with others" which involved grinding together; ass to ass, groin to ass, groin to groin. Toulouse was wearing black briefs and an open black waistcoat, his oiled chest showing between the unfastened halves. Robin was wearing his mask, red boots, green briefs and a red and yellow vest that was soon discarded. The audience just loved seeing two big cocks getting bigger and threatening to pop out from cock-on-cock friction. But they stopped short of full orgasm. The night was still young and in lieu of attendance in the parlour, Robin made multiple performances on stage that culminated in a jerk off at the end of the night. Since Toulouse still entertained men in the parlour, the hot black Frenchman avoided masturbating to a climax on stage. Robin admired the Frenchman who had very few qualms about exploiting his sexuality. They were nearing the end of their first performance when Robin spotted someone in one of the booths. Everyone was watching him - that was not what bothered him - what bothered him was that it was Mr Wilson. Robin still recalled how he felt the first time he saw someone in the crowd whom he knew. Adam being out in that crowd had been the life-changer but every now and then he saw a teacher or someone from around town. Fear gripped him that first time until his brain reminded him that he was wearing a mask. Robin was still wearing a mask - he was still Teen Titan - so Mr Wilson wouldn't recognise him. But now Robin knew Mr Wilson - Vincent - had been fucking his best friend. Seeing the man in class should have been the most troubling thing but the school environment was like an anaesthetic and it was easy not to think about the man bent over and having sex with a pupil. Here, in the strobe lights and the pounding music, the smell of men and the kissing - Robin could imagine the handsome man being dirty and kissing another man. Wait. He was kissing another man. Mr Wilson - the man who had been having a tryst with Cameron - was kissing and... MEANWHILE Vincent slipped his hand onto Charlie's groin as they kissed passionately. "Geez guys, get a room," said Malcolm in good spirit. "I think it's sweet," Andy commented. Malcolm kissed Andy's cheek and they settled in for another drink. "So these guys are your friends?" asked Charlie approvingly. "Yup. I'm so glad you invited yourself out tonight," replied Vincent tongue-in-cheek. Charlie, Vincent, Malcolm, Andy and Rhys were pressed into a booth together. Charlie was a new addition but the other four men frequented The Fourth enough to think of it as their booth. Charlie pouted and then smiled; "You're making fun of me." "Maybe a little," admitted Vincent. In actuality, Vincent was very happy to have Charlie with him and his friends. Vincent could never bring Cameron with him - would he ever even be able to tell people about Cameron? The very idea filled him with fear; when he was with Cameron they played with the taboo of their relationship. However, the taboo was a very real threat to Vincent's career and freedom; it left them with little options when they wanted to be together - always in private and never in public. Being with Charlie was a welcome reminder of what a real relationship could be like. Real relationship? Vincent hadn't consciously realised he was thinking about it in such terms. "Have you guys been going out long?" asked Rhys who, until now, had been keeping relatively quiet. "Not long, no. We hadn't seen each other for a long time and... It just kind of happened," responded Vincent who gave Charlie another peck on the cheek. "Are you dating anyone, Rhys?" asked Charlie. Rhys' expression was for an instant amused, then mocking and then unreadable. "I have my eye on a guy or two," Rhys said enigmatically. The others laughed as if Rhys had been joking - only Malcolm knew he was being sincere. It made him cold to know that mocking smile was aimed at him. "I'm going for another drink, anyone else want anything?" Rhys asked. Everyone declined - still working on the aperitif's still on the table. The performers rarely mingled with the crowd - it was too great a temptation for audience participation. Which was why Rhys was so surprised to almost walk right in to Teen Titan. The very attractive young man stepped back, almost recoiling from Rhys. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there," said Rhys - wearing an expression of lust and desire. "That's ok," Teen Titan replied. Robin felt like a damn fool to have come off the stage - but he had been trying to get close enough to eavesdrop on Vincent and whoever the man he was kissing was. Robin reflected on the irony that 1) had he not told Cameron of his work at The Fourth and 2) had Cameron not told revealed he was having sex with Mr Jones; he wouldn't be in this mess. He would not have had either the opportunity or the inclination to tell Cameron what he saw. As it was, Robin still wasn't sure if he could tell his best friend what he'd seen. "We don't often bump into you boys down here. Can I buy you a drink?" Rhys asked. Robin - Teen Titan - balked at the suggestion. Mr Jones was coming on to him - it was just too weird. "I don't think so," Teen Titan replied. "I used to be good friends with Toulouse," said Mr Jones. He hadn't meant to say it - his lips were loosened by one too many drinks. "I'd love to be good friends with you," Mr Jones added. Mr Jones leaned in and kissed Teen Titan before he could even think to move. The kiss was strong, rough and passionate. Teen Titan responded by pushing Rhys - hard - in the chest, detaching him and sending him reeling. Rhys was off balance but steadied himself against the wall but when he looked back at Teen Titan, he looked furious. "You little..." Rhys started to say but a very large, muscular figure had materialised at Teen Titan's side. "Mr Little," Rhys said with a fake smile. Mr Little was one of the two enforcers that had accompanied Mr Aziz the day Robin had left home. In the weeks since that day, Robin had become more observant and noticed the man around The Fourth; supporting the bouncers and protecting the performers. "Is there a problem?" Mr Little asked Robin pleasantly. The enforcer was still facing Rhys, blocking him from coming closer to Teen Titan, but he'd turned his head towards Teen Titan to ask the question. "No, it's fine," Teen Titan replied. "Run along," suggested Mr Little nicely. Teen Titan departed back stage - he needed the time to recover before his next performance. Robin was also still preoccupied by the sight of Cameron's lover - albeit an adult teacher - kissing and groping another man. Rhys meanwhile was left looking at Mr Little. "Rhys," Mr Little said patiently while also making it sound like a slap; "This is a place where you can come... Correction, it is a place where you are allowed to come by the good graces of Mr Aziz." "Aziz doesn't have good graces," Rhys replied disdainfully; "But I know he doesn't like me playing with his things." Rhys smiled at his own cleverness - talking both of Teen Titan and his ongoing plot against Adam. Mr Little didn't like cleverness, besides he assumed Rhys was talking about... "Mr Aziz doesn't consider what you did to Toulouse playing," Mr Little replied. "Can I go?" Rhys asked shortly. Mr Little smiled thinly before replying; "Please do." Rhys planned to enjoy his night but he was also angry. He was angry at Teen Titan's rejection, angry at Mr Little's interference and angry at the reminder of Mr Aziz. Mr Aziz was the whole reason for his schemes against Adam. Just then, Rhys spotted Malcolm moving towards the toilets. He knew that he'd been away for a while and the others would either wonder where he'd gotten to or assumed he'd hooked up. Well, he was about to hook up. The Fourth nightclub was dividing into multiple sections - the main nightclub and bar, the private venue for parties and the like, the Performance Area was for watching the hot men take their clothes off and then the parlours where more than just stripping happened. Malcolm had walked into a corridor that led between the main nightclub and the Performance Area, stepping into the toilet and followed immediately by Rhys. This toilet only had two stalls - for disabled visitors - so Rhys locked the door with a grin. Malcolm turned when he realised he was not alone and almost groaned. "Aren't you happy to see me?" asked Rhys. "I spilled my drink. I'm just washing my hands to take the stickiness off them," Malcolm replied without answering the question. "You've been avoiding me," Rhys said - another reason why he was in a bad mood. Malcolm could see Rhys stroking his cock thought his trousers - it was already half hard. Malcolm shook his head - woozy from vodka and tiredness - and made to leave the toilet but Rhys blocked his exit. "I tried to tell you weeks ago that I want to call it a day. I've made my choice and my choice is Andy," Malcolm said. "And I told you no; we're not stopping," Rhys replied. The truth was that they hadn't had sex since Groundhog Day and Rhys knew it was Malcolm's attempt to let the affair die a quiet death. Malcolm had once wondered if a relationship with two doms could work and for them it had only thrived by taking turns and maintaining a balance - now the balance tipped in Rhys' favour and Malcolm knew that was a dangerous turn of events. "Don't make this hard..." Malcolm started to say but it was a poor choice of words. "Too late," Rhys interrupted as he took out his hard dick. Malcolm managed to rearrange his features into something resembling a smile - or at least concealing a grimace - and he sauntered forwards to face Rhys. He kissed Rhys' lips and Rhys added a tongue that Malcolm hadn't been expecting. He eased into the encounter - trying to remember the excitement he'd once felt and failing to feel it now. The kiss ended. Malcolm dropped to his knees in the hopes of getting Rhys off quickly. Malcolm was undecided about exactly what to do about Rhys - he had no doubt that he would spill the beans to Andy if only out of spite. What Malcolm didn't want was to have that kind of conversation in the nightclub, so here he was sucking Rhys' dick to keep the peace a little while longer. Malcolm held Rhys' cock in his and gave it some heavy strokes, encouraging blood into it. Getting a drunk hard could be tricky but Rhys wasn't quite drunk, just merry. The rigid pole in Malcolm's hand enjoyed the strokes that peeled all the way down the shaft. "Put it in your mouth," Rhys prompted. Malcolm had deliberately waited - giving Rhys the control he knew the man craved. Malcolm's lips sealed around the head of Rhys' cock and started to work on it. Despite Malcolm's desire to end things, tasting Rhys' cock reminded him of why he'd carried on the affair so long. He loved the taste of Rhys' cock, the way it got gooey with pre-cum and the musky smell of his balls. Malcolm too was hard, his big dick straining against his trousers. Malcolm felt Rhys' hands on his head as the cock was pushed deeper. Once upon a time he'd have loved that kind of power play. Malcolm loved putting his big hands on Rhys' head to control a blowjob and when Rhys did it, Malcolm appreciated the power his lover had over him. It didn't feel the same anymore. Rhys took a hold of his cock and smeared it across Malcolm's face. Malcolm looked up, the head of Rhys' cock flicking at his lips. "Stand up, bend over," Rhys said. "You want to fuck me here?" asked Malcolm. "I want to fuck you everywhere," Rhys replied. Malcolm grinned and turned around as he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers; the smile fell as soon as he was looking away from Rhys. He might still like the cock, but he hated his own disloyalty. Malcolm had made a choice and a concerted effort to avoid Rhys - they had been to The Fourth together but in the company of Andy and Vincent too and there had been no sexual encounters. Malcolm felt his trousers being tugged down and a pre-lubricated condom pressed against his ass. "Mmm, I've missed your ass," Rhys whispered in Malcolm's ear. Rhys hummed and moaned as his cock hit the sweet spot and the sphincter started to spread, gripping his cock and sucking it in. As he started to press inside, Malcolm helped by bending farther over and pushing his ass out to make it more accessible and easier it enter. Rhys made quick work of thrusting in an out and slid his hands up inside Malcolm's shirt to stroke his back. Rhys felt the ridges of Malcolm's spine with a fingertip as he pushed inside all the way to the hilt with very slow care and caution. Caution wouldn't last - Malcolm knew Rhys too well. The thrusts became stronger and harder; faster and deeper; noisier with both grunts and slaps to the butt. Rhys felt his cock enjoy the caress on all sides from Malcolm's sphincter and his lover helped by tightening and relaxing the sphincter in controlled squeezes. Rhys came faster than he had expected - but this was no all-nighter, it was just a quick fuck. It was intended also to remind Malcolm that they were not over - not as long as Malcolm wanted him to stay quiet. Rhys pulled off the condom and gave his spent dick, sloppy with cum, a few extra strokes. The sensation in his recently discharged balls was a mixture of pleasure and agony. Milking was a young man's game and one he still enjoyed. "I needed that," said Rhys. Rhys was finally putting his dick away and Malcolm's guilt once again outweighed any other feelings he had or used to have for Rhys. "Glad I could help," Malcolm replied dryly. Rhys ignored it thanks to the contented buzz he felt at finally having cum and gotten his own way. "We should get back out there, the guys will think I pulled," Rhys said. In days gone by Malcolm would have flirted back and made a comment like: "You can pull me anytime you want." Instead, he said: "Make sure you zip up." Malcolm stepped passed Rhys and moved for the door. "As a doctor you should know to wash your hands after going to the toilet," Rhys said sarcastically. "As a teacher, you should know how not to piss on your hands," Malcolm replied and left the room. Hours later, Malcolm and Andy spilled out of the taxi that they'd shared with Vincent and Charlie. "See you Monday, Andy," said Vincent. "You kids have fun," said Andy with a wink. The taxi drove off and the two men headed inside. "You've been awfully quiet tonight," said Andy. Malcolm had stopped drinking after having sex with Rhys, which was hours ago now, and so felt almost sober. As he looked at Andy, he saw Andy was more tipsy than drunk - red eyed from tiredness rather than impending regurgitation. "I've been thinking about things," Malcolm replied. "Like what?" asked Andy who was now slouched on the sofa. Malcolm didn't reply right away. He had been deciding for hour what to do about the problem of Rhys' threat to tell Andy and there was only one answer: remove the threat. "I'm sorry," Malcolm said at last. Andy rubbed eyes, shook his head and sighed. "I've been cheating on you," Malcolm confessed. Malcolm thought he would feel better to get it off his chest but he didn't. He'd hoped that, having avoided Rhys making a scene at the club by capitulating to his demands, he might feel free but he didn't. Malcolm felt like shit; he wondered how Andy must feel hearing the truth for the first time. "I know," Andy replied. "You want?" Malcolm asked in surprise. "I'm not an idiot, Malcolm," Andy said testily. "You think I didn't know? That I didn't notice?" Andy had been in denial for a while but finally faced the truth that an affair was the best explanation for his boyfriend's behaviour. Andy had briefly thought Malcolm had been planning a proposal, which would have been awkward... "I'm sorry," Malcolm said again. "You said that already," Andy said blandly. "I thought you'd be angrier," Malcolm admitted. "I think we should break up," Andy said. "No... Please... Can we talk about this?" Malcolm pleaded; "I know I screwed up but I still love you. I never loved the other guy and it was a stupid, vain, selfish thing to do... but I love you." "But I don't love you," Andy replied. Andy's voice was flat but not harsh, not spiteful - it was matter of fact. Malcolm bit back tears but knew they had obviously filled his eyes. "It hurts that you betrayed me," Andy said quietly; "And where one trust ends another lie begins." "I won't lie again. It's over and it won't happen again," Malcolm promised. "No," Andy said definitively. "But..." Malcolm started to say. "It's not because you cheated. I've been having doubts of my own for months and... I'm not saying this to hurt you or get back at you... But I don't think this would work, even if you hadn't cheated," Andy said evenly. Malcolm was lost for words and felt broken. He was in the wrong - 100% - but it seemed unfair that his confession should be met with... apathy. Anger or disappointment, he had been prepared for but Andy was so unmoved. He didn't even ask who the other man was. "We can talk again tomorrow, ok?" Andy said reasonably. Andy stood up and crossed the room, taking both of Malcolm's hands in his own before standing on his tiptoes to kiss Malcolm's forehead. "Please..." "I'll sleep on the couch," Andy said but left the room. Malcolm heard the kettle begin to boil but since they weren't going to talk, he departed for the bedroom. In the hopes of getting some satisfaction from his confession, Malcolm took out his mobile phone and sent a text to Rhys. Malcolm: [I told Andy I've been cheating on him. I told him so that I don't have to do it anymore. So that I don't need to be with you. Goodbye, Rhys.] Once sent, it couldn't be taken back. Malcolm read over it a few times and wondered if it was too bitter. It said everything he wanted to say but Malcolm knew it would put Rhys in a fucking stinking mood and he hated to think who that bad mood would be taken out on. Who would Rhys punish for his rejection? It's awesome hearing from so many satisfied readers; I hope you've enjoyed this chapter too. If you fancy emailing me: niftyencomiums@gmail.com If you love the stories Nifty has to offer, remember to donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Visit my blogspot - https://niftyencomiums.blogspot.com - for updates including chapter synopses and excerpts. 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