Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2018 16:07:08 +0100
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Seven

Do As You're Told
Chapter Seven: Across the Halls


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SATURDAY 3RD NOVEMBER 2018

Cameron wasn't sure how to go about confronting Kieran about what had
happened; catching his brother having sex with a guy in his bedroom,
getting a blowjob from him and then watching him cum all over
himself. Perhaps "confronting" was the wrong word - it certainly wasn't the
right word because Cameron had no idea what he was going to say. However,
when Cameron went to Kieran's bedroom the next morning, his brother had
already headed back to his room in the Halls of Residence (dorms). Cameron
was confident that if he didn't act right away, he would never "confront"
Kieran about the whole affair so he text his big brother.

Cameron: [We should talk about yesterday.]

By Monday that hadn't received a response so Cameron text again.

Cameron: [Kier, if you don't reply I'll come you.]

That got a swift reply.

Kieran: [I'll be home again at the weekend.]

Cameron was agreeable enough to that arrangement and he spent the rest of
the week in a selfish and distracted haze. Cameron gave Vincent a break
from risky sexcapades and Robin could have caught on fire and he would
barely have noticed. Perhaps he wouldn't have spent a whole week obsessing
over his brother if the turn of events hadn't been so surprising.

Cameron had had no idea that Kieran liked boys.

Kieran, to the delight of the parents, visited again as promised and Friday
night lent little time for the brothers to talk. It was Saturday morning
before the opportunity arose like morning wood...





The dregs of October gave way to the first Saturday in November. The house
was cosy as Cameron crept out of his room and headed for Kieran's. Cameron
knocked on the door and slipped into his brother's room. Kieran slowly sat
up and looked at Cameron through the gloom. His curtains were still closed
and although a wintery sun had risen, it's only opportunity to shine into
the room was through a chink where the curtains did not quite meet.

"Can we talk now?" Cameron asked.

"Ok," Kieran replied; "Are mum and dad in?"

"No. They've gone to B&Q. Dad wants to ruin the bathroom... I mean,
redecorate," Cameron joked.

Kieran was smiling as he adjusted the duvet that rested around his chest;
his nipples were only just in view and Cameron could not help but wonder...

"Are you naked under those covers?" Cameron asked.

"Wesley asked me to sleep nude," Kieran admitted.

Cameron gripped the top of the duvet and Kieran moved his hands so as not
to obstruct the process. Cameron then pulled the cover down and saw his
brother's flaccid cock which flopped over his left hip. It was a lovely
cock. Cameron cover him back up anyway.

Cameron was dressed in a t-shirt which looked too little for him - because
his arms were long and thin - and shorts that looked too little for him
because his legs were also long and thin. He looked like a matchstick man.

"Sit down, Beanpole," said Kieran.

Beanpole was a term of endearment for Cameron's stature in the
house. Cameron sat on the bed beside his brother. Kieran reached past
Cameron and picked up a pair of black-framed glasses from his bedside
table. They suited him, framing his sad eyes - sad like a puppy - which
were simultaneously cute.

"I guess I want to know what the hell happened last week... Why it
happened... Why do you do what Wesley asks?" Cameron asked.

"I like Wesley. And I like... it kinda turns me on tells me to do things,"
Kieran admitted bashfully.

"I thought you were still dating that girl from high school... Pamela?"
Cameron asked.

"We broke up in the first week of the summer. She's gone to St Andrews to
study and I'm still here and at the King James. It just wasn't going to
work," Kieran replied.

The King James VI (Scotland) University was barely twenty minutes by bus or
car; it was a convenient University to commute to, though Kieran had
insisted that moving into the Halls was a part of University life. St
Andrews University on the other hand would have been a ninety minute
journey at best - Cameron could understand why the distance might have been
a deal breaker for a relationship.

"Sorry to hear that," Cameron sympathised.

"It's ok."

"So how did you and Wesley meet?" asked Cameron.

"Oh... it's, eh, kind of an embarrassing story," Kieran replied.

"My favourite kind. I'm all ears," Cameron said with a laugh. "Tell me."





SEPTEMBER 2018

September marked the beginning of the academic year for Universities. Most
had some variation of "Fresher's Week" to acclimatise the newbie's. The UK
tended not to use the term "freshman" for new starts - Fresher or First
Year was the go-to nomenclature. The first semester officially started on
September 10th. For students taking a room in one of the Halls of
Residence, the doors usually opened the weekend before term started.

In his excitement, Kieran had got his days mixed up and arrived on
Friday. Students were not really meant to move in until the Saturday but
the chaps who ran accommodation were very... accommodating. Kieran was
given his room key and made his way to the fourth floor. He passed only
three other people who had made either made similar mistakes or, in at
least one case, had been given early entry because they were moving from
the back of beyond.

Or Birmingham as it was otherwise known.

Kieran was alone on the fourth floor. He dropped his bags and cases onto
the bed and looked around the cramped little room. There was enough space
for a desk, a queen sized bed, a chest of drawers and a cupboard... but not
much else. Enough room to swing a kitten, but not a cat.

Kieran ruffled his hair to shake out the dampness of the rain - it had been
chucking it down when he arrived - and dried his hand on his damp t-shirt.

"Hi," said a voice from the door that Kieran had left ajar.

Kieran turned to see a lad with bleached-blonde hair and blue eyes. He was
also taller than Kieran. His t-shirt was tight to show off his biceps and
his shorts showed off his legs and sockless feet. Kieran liked him
immediately - it was not love at first sight, nothing so maudlin. Rather,
Kieran's first thought was how much he'd like to have sex with him. Kieran
had known he was bisexual for a long time, he had had one proper girlfriend
and he really wanted to try sex with a man.

That man.





"Hi. I'm Kieran," he said.

"Wes. Wesley," the lad replied and stepped into Kieran's room.

The two shook hands and caught each other's eye and immediate knew there
was some non-heterosexual sparkage going on. Kieran felt his dick engorge
as his hand was enveloped in the grip of Wesley McHandsome.

That probably wasn't his real name.

"Fresher?" Wesley asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Kieran said with a nervous laugh.

"You look like Peter Pan just abducted you from your bedroom, yea," Wesley
joked.

"Best offer I've had all week," Kieran replied glibly.

"Hmm," replied Wesley noncommittally but a smile pulled at his lips and
showed in his eyes.

"Are you a Fresher too?" Kieran asked.

"Nope. Jaded honours year student," Wesley replied. "Oh, here," he added
and pulled a leaflet from his backpack.

The leaflet was A5 in size and featured Wesley's smiling face, his upper
body displayed a form-fitting t-shirt - similar to the one he was wearing
right now - and his upper arms, crossed over his chest, were beefy. More
importantly it had his name at the top, his room number 409 and a mobile
phone number.

"What's a floor mentor?" asked Kieran.

Wesley replied enthusiastically: "It's someone who you can go to if you
need advice, someone to talk to, even just someone to be with if you're..."

"Lonely."

"...Scared," Wesley O'Hot-Ass laughed.





Halls of Residence were popular amongst freshers but for many students in
second year, third year or beyond, off campus housing was increasingly
popular. Flat or house sharing with friends was a good way to live cheaply
away from parents and away from school.

Kieran wondered why Wes - a fourth year student - was still living in the
Halls with all the new kids.

"Your first few weeks at Uni can be stressful, man. Come to me if you need
me," Wesley advised.

"So, eh, has anyone else moved in yet?" asked Kieran.

"No, we have the place to ourselves," Wesley responded. "Actually, to be
more exact, you have the place to yourself. For the next few hours at
least."

Wesley turned and moved towards Kieran's door and then turned back.

"I'm going to the gym," he said happily; "I mean, you're welcome to join me
if you want. Or if you want some time alone..."

Wesley left the end of his sentence hanging and as much as Kieran would
have liked to see Wesley MacLusty get hot and sweaty in shorts and t-shirt,
he was also keen to stay and think about Wesley getting hot and sweaty.

"Thanks, I think I'll get settled," Kieran said; "If you're going outside,
it's pissing down. You might want to get a jacket."

"Yea, thanks," Wesley replied and then jokingly added; "Don't make a mess,
remember to feed the cat, dinner's in the oven."

He left Kieran's room and pulled the door over, not pulling it quite hard
enough for the latch to engage. In Wesley's absence, Kieran paced the floor
and muttered to himself. He chastised himself for being so lame in his
banter with Wesley - he'd never really flirted with a guy before - and took
a few more seconds to realise he still had the leaflet in his hand.

"Well, at least you got his phone number," Kieran joked to himself.





Kieran realised he was cold and he was cold because he was damp from the
pouring rain. He set down the leaflet and pulled off his t-shirt. Looking
down at the leaflet with Wesley's "floor mentor" picture on it, he squeezed
his penis through his joggers (sweat pants).

"Fuck," Kieran muttered under his breath.

He sat on his bed and slipped off his shoes. Then, Kieran pulled down his
joggers and underwear in one movement. As he slipped them off his feet, he
also removed his socks. Naked, he leaned back on the bed and tugged his
cock until it was completely hard.

His erection stood up proud from his groin and Kieran gave the head of his
cock a wee squeeze, dilating his urethra and releasing a bead of
pre-cum. His thumb swept the head of his cock and slipped down the
frenulum.

Kieran stood back up and padded back to his desk where he had left the
leaflet with Wesley's picture on it. He only need his glasses for distance
so he took them off too as he gazed at the picture. Kieran would have
preferred a topless photo, but it was good enough for a quick tug. Kieran's
grip was strong and long as he stroked up and down his cock. He pushed his
pelvis forward to hump his own hand and licked his lips with satisfaction
as the sensations.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Wesley had been about to leave to go to the gym but he caught sight of the
rain through one of the windows in an empty room so he doubled back to get
a jacket after all. It really was pissing it down; raining cats and dogs;
not taking its time to come down.

Jacket in hand he was walking back down the corridor and was just passing
Kieran's room when he saw something more interesting than going to the
gym. Kieran had not closed his door thus it remained ajar enough for Wesley
to see Kieran bare naked and wanking.

Awesome.





Who'd have thought the wee man was so hot. Tight body, pecs and abs, decent
biceps. Wesley didn't have a great sense of direction but he could
certainly follow the trail from Kieran's navel to his cock. Big cock. Not
enormous, but big; seven and a half inches give or take. Nice knob.

Wesley always liked checking out the new boys - scouting for talent. Who
would have thought finding a boy so ideally suited would be so easy.

Suited to what?

Wesley had liked talking to Kieran - he seemed nice. His dark brown eyes
were roofed by dark eyebrows that cast shadows over those big sad eyes. The
glasses surrounding his eyes made him look like and adorable Clark
Kent. Wesley also like him because he seemed... well, time would tell if
Kieran could be a good boy.

Perhaps not too much time.

Wesley watched the totally naked new boy work his meat, giving the cock
long strokes and occasionally sweeping his whole palm over the head and
polishing it. Kieran was not very tall, but as he was not broad either his
proportions were perfect - in profile he was thin and lean with gymnastic
musculature.

Kieran kept up his naked masturbation, oblivious to the fact that Wesley
was watching. The voyeurism of the moment appealed to Wesley who was
delighted with Kieran's efforts to get himself off. Wesley wondered what
the boy was looking at however, because he kept leaning over his desk to
look at something.

It came to Wesley in a flash - Kieran was looking at him. Fucking hell,
that was too perfect. Wesley watched for ten minutes while Kieran continued
to masturbate unaware that he was being watched but it was time to change
that. Wesley nudged the door silently with the toe of his foot and it swung
open. It swung silently open. The door stopped just short of the wall that
it opened against and so made no noise when it came to a halt either.

The door was wide open with Wesley taking up the entire threshold but still
Kieran had not noticed, he was too busy stroking furiously and biting his
lip. Kieran had a habit of taking himself to the edge and then slowing
down, prolonging the anticipation of his inevitable orgasm. Finally, with
Wesley grinning like the Cheshire cat, Kieran turned his head towards the
open door and saw Wesley watching him.

"Oh fuck."





Kieran stepped back and swept his hard-on towards his left hip. He couldn't
cover it with his hands because it was too big. Kieran had to use his
forearm to cover his erection.

"Don't let me stop you," said Wesley.

Kieran blushed everywhere; "Oh, I'm so embarrassed."

"No, seriously don't stop," Wesley told him.

If Wesley believed in luck he'd have crossed his fingers, but he needn't
have because the newbie obeyed. Kieran exposed his cock again and stroked
it bashfully; Wesley was delighted to see Kieran following his
instruction. Wesley then gripped his own cock through his shorts and
watched Kieran's eyes bulge as the contained erection grew.

"Do you like cock?" Wesley asked.

"This is so humiliating," Kieran replied.

"I think you look hot. Do you like me telling you that?" Wesley enquired.

Kieran's face brightened.

"So, do you like cock? The taste of it in your mouth? The feel of it up
your ass?" Wesley asked, laying it on a little thick but getting away with
it.

"I've never done those things before," Kieran admitted.

Wesley could have hooted with delight; "Oh, you're too perfect. Turn
around, I want to see your ass."

Kieran turned around and displayed two pert and petite globes of
buttock. Wesley stopped groping is cock through his shorts and stepped
forward. He put a hand on each cheek and squeezed.

"Ohhh," Wesley made a moan of pleasure and felt his cock jump untouched
within its prison.

Kieran felt Wes pressing against him and could feel a hard cock - separated
by layers of cotton - pressing against his ass.

"Turn back around," Wesley said.

Kieran turned around and was now very close to the man whom, he reminded
himself, he had fallen in lust with when they first met twenty minutes
ago. Wesley put up his hands, his t-shirt lifted so it was not quite
covering his abdomen and the short sleeves were pulled to expose a glimpse
of his armpits.

"Take my t-shirt off me," Wesley told Kieran.

Kieran let go of his dick, it bounced, and then gripped to bottom of
Wesley's t-shirt and pulled it up. It came off and Kieran dropped it on the
floor.

"Don't just drop my tee on the floor," Wesley admonished.

Kieran mumbled and apology and bent over, his face coming close to Wesley's
leg and the bottom edge of his shorts, to pick up the t-shirt. Kieran
folded it and put it on his bed.

"Lick my nipples," Wesley told Kieran.





Kieran leaned forward, brought his lips to Wesley's chest and slipped his
mouth over the brown areola. His tongue teased it and then he moved onto
the other one, licking and kissing it too - sucking gently on the teat that
provided no nourishment, except perhaps psychologically.

Wesley slipped his feet out of his trainers and stood barefoot, the wood
floor beneath him was warm thanks to under floor heating.

"Bury your face in my pits," Kieran said.

It was the kind of instruction that many would balk at. Kieran knew that
Wesley hadn't made it to the gym and he was still clean and fresh so he put
his nose towards the hairy concave. It wasn't very hairy but it was
slightly moist as his nose nuzzled the skin beneath the short hair. Kieran
wondered how he would have felt if the axila hadn't been clean.

"Lick it," Wesley suggested.

Kieran obeyed, drawing his tongue across the pit until Wes giggled and
wriggled and told him to stop. Wesley already knew Kieran was the fresher
he was looking for; even if he was a little short to be a porn star.

"Pull my shorts down now," Wesley told Kieran.

Kieran's eyes popped at the thought. He might be the one doing as he was
told but Kieran was enjoying himself immensely. Following Wesley's
instructions made them both happy so it mattered not that he was submissive
to another man's whims.



Kieran gripped the bottom of Wesley's shorts and pulled them down. They
fell in a heap at his ankles and Wesley was left with only a pair of tight
boxers on.

"Take them down too," Wesley said.

Kieran put his hands on Wesley's hips and slid the boxers down slowly. Dark
pubes came in to view - Kieran hadn't been certain what to expect given
that Wesley had bleached the colour from his hair. Could have been ginger
pubes for all Kieran knew.

The boxers joined Wesley's shorts in a pile on the floor and Wesley stepped
out of them so now, he was naked too. His cock was thick and juicy and
Kieran would be happy to make it the first cock to enter his mouth - if
that was Wesley's instruction.

"Your cock is bigger than mine," Wesley said without shame.

Kieran looked up at the man who was looking down at him with such a
generous compliment.

"Does that make you happy, wee man? To know you have a bigger cock than
me?" Wesley asked.

It wasn't a trick question and Kieran could not stop himself smiling at it
before answering; "Yes."

"You've done well so far. But I want you to know you can say no. You have a
choice... Do you like doing what I tell you to?" Wesley asked.

"Yes."

"Will you do as you're told?" Wesley requested.

"Yes."

"Then get on your knees, Kieran."





Kieran dropped to his knees and eyeballed the piece of cock in front of
him.

"Kiss it," Wesley said.

Kieran gave the cock a little peck.

"My cock is not your second favourite granny, Kieran. Kiss it properly,
give it a big wet smooch," commanded Wesley.

Kieran looked up and then back at the one-eye. He licked his lips, leaned
in and planted a big puckered kiss on the head of Wesley's cock. The older
boy shuddered as a result of the job well done. Kieran half shuddered too,
the taste of pre-cum on his lips exciting him more than stroking his own
dick had.

"Again," said Wesley; "And this time put your lips all the way over the
head."

Kieran agreed, leaned in and kissed it; he suckled gently as he had when
his lips had been over Wesley's nipples.

"Oh, fuck yea."

Without prompting, Kieran licked the underside of Wesley's cock and then
opened his mouth wide and swallowed half of it. As Kieran closed his mouth
around the pulsating organ, Wesley thrust half an inch and then pulled
back. Wesley took up a rhythmic pace of face-fucking and Kieran sat and
took it with decreasing amateurism.

"Tell me again how this is the first cock you've ever sucked," Wesley
prompted.

Kieran extracted the dick from his mouth because it's rude to talk with
your mouth full.

"You are the first guy I've every sucked," Kieran told him.

"And what are you sucking like a kid with an ice pole?" Wesley asked.

"I'm sucking your dick, Wesley."





Wesley responded by slapping his hard-on against Kieran's cheeks and then
pressing against his lips again. Smears of pre-cum streaked Kieran's face
now and the taste of penis was on his lips.

"Do you want to get back to it?" Wesley asked.

Kieran did. So he did.

Kieran had never sucked a cock before but he knew to keep his teeth back to
avoid scraping it, he learned to breathe through the nose; he leaned that
if he sucked hard enough that his cheeks pulled in, Wesley nearly exploded.

"Fuck, you're like a hover," Wesley said loudly.

If anyone else had been in the Halls, they would have heard all the
commotion by now. The door was still wide open and there was no audience so
the place was still mercifully empty.

"I'm going to cum," Wesley said. "But not in your mouth. I want you to
close your eyes."

Kieran closed his eyes and kept sucking. At the opportune moment, Wesley
pulled his cock from Kieran's mouth and a moment later he felt hot splashes
on his face. Kieran's lips parted just in time for his top lip to catch a
spurt of cum, which dribbled down.

Kieran licked his lips and opened his eyes. Wesley looked very pleased with
him and scooped some cum onto a finger and offered it to Kieran. Kieran
opened his mouth and Wesley's finger slipped into it. Kieran had never had
cum on his face before; it was so warm - hot - and dribbled from where it
landed to leave blobs running down his face.

"Stand up now," Wesley told Kieran as he pulled on his shorts.

Kieran stood on wobbly legs; his dick was still stiff and unspent and
aching to burst.

"Follow me," Wesley said and led Kieran out of his room and into the
corridor.





Kieran looked worried and was, for a moment afraid that Wesley would lock
him out of his room. It was tempting, but Wesley resisted. To reassure the
fresher, Wesley had remained shirtless as they got farther from the safety
of the room. Wesley led Kieran, still covered in dick-splash, down the
corridor and towards the stairwell. He pushed the door open and before them
was a big open view of the grounds outside. The windows at the landing were
about three metres wide and ran floor to ceiling.

The view from four floors up was quite beautiful, the autumnal grounds
showed a few people moving around - the rain having eased slightly - but
none looking up.

"Finish yourself off, then you can go back to your room," Wesley told
Kieran.

Kieran gripped his hard-on - this wouldn't take long even if he was nervous
and even if he was afraid of being caught and even if he could hear shouts
and or laughter from a floor or two away. It all added to the excitement.

"Can you imagine being caught?" Wesley asked.

Kieran looked over his shoulder in half-panic and it made Wesley chuckle.

"Just imagine the guys on the floor below coming upstairs. You're standing
here naked, barefoot, rock hard. They stand and watch you jerk your
cock..." the more Wesley painted the picture, the hotter Kieran got. "Then
they take out their phones to record you and you don't stop them. You put a
hand behind your head so your pit is exposed..."





As Wesley said it, Kieran did just that; lifting his arm and turning his
head to lick his own moist armpit. Then Kieran looked back at the landing
below to make sure there wasn't actually an audience. There was not.

"The boys watch you jerking your big dick. They record you and cheer you
on. They tell you they're going to upload the video to Pornhub," Wesley
said and he could see Kieran squirm at the suggestion. "Another boy joins
the group. You know him from school so he takes pictures and sends them to
your old high school Whatsapp group."

Kieran could feel the pressure in his balls grow and behind him, Wesley
slipped a saliva-lubed finger between Kieran's arse cheeks. Then, Wesley
used his hands to peel the cheeks apart and teased both index fingers
around the sphincter of Kieran's ass. The fingers did not penetrate, but
they circled the hole provocatively.

"Messages pour in from the boys and girls you used to go to school
with. They're all commenting on body. They can't believe your totally
exposed, naked, humiliated. They comment on your balls, your pubes, your
pits and your cock..."

"I'm going to cum," Kieran whimpered.

"Not just yet," Wesley warned him; "Edge like when you were jerking it over
my picture."

Kieran moans as the subtle arse-teasing continues. Then the verbal teasing
resumes.





"The boy who knows you comes in close and starts a video call so everyone
can see the big event live... He starts at your feet and pans up, looking
up the length of your body and capturing your balls and cock from a low
angle. He walks around to see your bare arse and then comes back around the
front."

Kieran can barely stand it now.

"He aims the camera down to see the heart shaped head of your dick pointing
up and then he steps back," Wesley was coming to the end of his story; "He
steps back to capture you cumming all over yourself, aiming your cock so it
shoots on your body for every fucking person you've ever known to see...."

The shots of cum could have shot over Kieran's head, such were their
strength. But his aim was true and most of it landed on his chest. He held
his cock against his stomach so it pumped steaming hot spunk over his abs
and filling his bellybutton.

"For the final seconds of the video that all your old school buddies have
just watched, your old peer tells you to scoop up the cum with your
fingers," Wesley said as he pulled his fingers away from Kieran's ass
hole. "You know what to do," Wesley concluded.

Kieran scooped as much cum onto his fingers as he could and stuck them in
his mouth. Sucking his own semen off his fingers and imagining the boys
watching him. He scooped more from the pool of cum and slurped it up. Cum
covered his lips and he licked it off only once his fingers was clean.

"Let's go back to your room now," whispered Wesley.

Wesley led and Kieran followed - that was the way of things now.





They went back to Kieran's room where Wesley pulled on his t-shirt but
Kieran was instructed to stay naked. His dick was not aching hard anymore
but it wouldn't go soft either - not while he sat in the nude and Wesley
was dressed.

"You seemed to enjoy that little exhibition; following my directions and
imagining being watched," Wesley said. "I'd like you to do more."

"More?" Kieran asked.

"Are you eighteen yet?" Wesley enquired.

Most freshers were nearly eighteen or had just turned eighteen.

"No," asked bashfully - aware he'd just fooled around with a lad at least
three years older than himself; "But I will be in a couple of months
though."

"Did you like sucking my cock, Kieran?" Wesley asked.

"Yes."

"You were good for a novice," Wesley said; "You told me you'd never done
anything like that before."

"I may have practiced..." Kieran admitted and Wesley's enquiring expression
prompted elaboration; "My ex-girlfriend had a dildo."

"And did you get off while sucking the dildo?" Wesley asked with a smile.

Kieran nodded.

"Kieran, how do you feel about people actually watching you do stuff?" Wes
asked.

"Not my old classmates!" Kieran replied, discomforted by the fantasy
becoming reality.

Wesley shrugged ambiguously.

"What if I wanted to film you doing things?" Wesley asked slowly.





"You... errrr..." Kieran was otherwise lost for words.

"I'm offering you a job," Wesley added.

"That sounds like you're asking me to be..."  Kieran was going to say "a
porn star" but was cut off.

"The star of the show," Wesley but in; he sensed Kieran trepidation and
sought to postpone the inevitable sex talk. "Look, I'm involved in making
an online soap. Have you heard of Steelwater?"

Kieran had heard of it but never seen it. By all accounts it was a
moderately successful web series that was filmed in his hometown of
Coalwater and used students from the King James VI (Scotland) University as
actors. Some of the actors were studying drama and used the show to gain
experience, build credibility and stretch their acting muscles. And other
muscles if Kieran inference was correct.

The title of the show, like many soaps, came from the name of the fictional
town where events took place. Steelwater was a canny nod to Coalwater -
both steel and coal being major industries in Scotland until the nineteen
eighties and both towns located near bodies of water.

"I've never actually watched it. I heard rumours it was... risqué
sometimes," Kieran answered.

"Steelwater is a serial drama that was started nearly ten years ago,"
Wesley explained. "It's principally filmed in a defunct school that was
renovated by the show's creators. It's hosted online and there are nearly
nine hundred episodes now. Unlike Eastenders or Hollyoaks, we use strong
language and nudity and the sort of things broadcast TV can't get away
with."

"Nudity?" asked Kieran with a cocked eyebrow.





Wesley smiled innocently; "All soaps have nudity but it's usually implied
rather than shown. People usually come out of the shower naked, don't they?
People sleep nude and have sex naked. In Corrie, you're lucky to see a guy
with his shirt off. On occasion you see a bare bum, though if you want to
see a woman's naked arse you can forget it. We try to be more realistic,
create scenarios and encourage method acting."

It had initially surprised Wesley how many young men and women were willing
to bare all for the show, but young people can be vain and conceited and
like to be admired and adored. Just look at trash like Love Island.

"You want actors to actually be naked?" Kieran clarified.

"Yes."

Kieran was acutely aware of his own nudity as the conversation
continued. Mostly because Wesley kept looking at his limp dick.

"And actually have sex too?" Kieran wondered.

"It's complicated," Wes replied.

"So... yes?" Kieran pushed.

"Sometimes... We want the performance to look realistic, don't we?"
suggested Wesley.

"Can I close the door now?" Kieran asked, nervously eyeing the bedroom door
and the corridor beyond.

"No," Wesley admonished.

"I feel like I would have heard more about Steelwater if it was basically
just porn," Kieran said - figuring the only way to get his privacy back was
to conclude the conversation.

Suddenly serious, Wesley said; "Steelwater isn't porn. Steelwater is a
genuine serial drama. It's admittedly more visceral than the average soap,
but it's still just a serial drama."

"But?" Kieran promoted, sensing the lurking - but unspoken - conditional.

"But Synergy Studios also produces a companion show that extends scenarios
set up in Steelwater. Essentially creating a second product that features
sexually explicit material that's only available by subscription," Kieran
said.

"Porn," Kieran said.





"Stop saying porn," Wesley cautioned. "The subscription contributes to
funding both projects, helps to protect actors' identities and reputations
and insulates faint-hearted viewers from material they wouldn't approve
of. The main show also makes the sexually explicit material better."

"How so?" Kieran enquired.

"Have you seen how terrible the actors in adult movies are?" Wesley asked.

"I guess so," Kieran agreed.

"The sex scenarios in Synergy City, the adult films, associate with the
Steelwater storylines. We can have parallel stories that are just as rich
but very much aimed at barebacking and cream pie crowd," Wesley concluded.

It was a lot to take in. Kieran had to remind himself that the whole
conversation has started as a proposition for him to join the show - or
shows.

"Surely not all the Steelwater actors star in... Synergy City?" Kieran
asked.

"No. But most are aware of it. How could they not be? Some of the regular
actors stay just to watch the dirty stuff being filmed," Wesley admitted
with glee.

Wesley was thinking of a few people who would just love to see Kieran
naked, sexed and humiliated.

"How did you get involved?" Kieran asked.

"When I started at the King James, I needed a job. There was an advert for
Synergy Studios and I impressed a director named Gordon McInnes," Wesley
explained. "He was the one who extended the remit of the original show from
soap opera to adult film."

 It hardly seemed possible that porn could be filmed so close to home and
no-one seemed to know about it. It seemed like a pretty big scandal.

"We film at a site near the University campus. A defunct school was
renovated and turned into a studio. It's perfect for college based scenes
but also the town pub, cafe, offices et cetera," Wesley really sounded
proud of the production.

For a change of pace, Wesley crossed the room and cupped Kieran's
balls. Kieran leaned back an allowed himself to be fondled.

"The audience will love you and that cock of yours," Wesley whispered.





"Were do you even get a budget for this kind of thing?" Kieran, in a
roundabout way he was wondering about his own bank account if he agreed to
participate.

"Advertising, subscriptions and investors," Wesley answered.

There was no way he was going to tell Kieran that the investors included
teachers, doctors and local politicians. There's a reason why they're
called silent partners. Wesley distracted Kieran by starting to stoke
Kieran's erection. Kieran's eyes floated to the door but the sensation of
Wesley peeling back his foreskin and rubbing around the ridge of his glans
was too distracting. Wesley's fingers played with the sensitive and exposed
head and then stroked again.

"Are you interested, big boy?" Wesley dared to ask.

"Big boy? Flattery will get you anywhere... Yea, I'll do it," Kieran
agreed.

"We'll need to wait until you're eighteen... to film the risqué bits at
least. But since flattery will get me anywhere, I love your eyes. Now, can
practice anal sex soon?" Wesley teased.

Kieran was nearing his second orgasm of the hour. The Halls were still
silent except for Kieran's heavy breathing and Wesley's slippery
hand. Kieran couldn't help but look to the corridor outside his room and
imagining being caught...

"Definitely," Kieran agreed.

"We'll need to get you a physical and get you tested... just to make sure
your safe," Wesley told him.

Kieran's dick spurted weakly - having cum recently - and the dick splash
hit the floor and Wesley's bare feet.

"Whoops, sorry Wes," Kieran said.

"That's ok..." replied Wesley; "Lick it off."

"What?"

"Get on your hands and knees and lick your jizz of my feet," Wesley said
slowly.

He stepped back to give Kieran room and then Wesley watched the naked lad
kneel. It turned Wesley on to be clothed with the naked seventeen year old
and he was thinking of ways to integrate Kieran's pliancy into his starring
role. Kieran extended his tongue and licked the top of Wesley's foot where
his cum hand landed. Kieran thoroughly eliminated every trace from Wesley's
foot, his tongue following the veins that ran across it like rivers through
countryside, and then looked up.

"When do we start?" Kieran asked.





SATURDAY 3RD NOVEMBER 2018

"When do you start?" asked Cameron once the story was finished.

"Soon. I've already filmed scenes for Steelwater but I've got a doctor's
appointment coming up and Wes said I can see a script for my first Synergy
City appearance soon," Kieran said.

"You're going to be in porn... adult movies?" Cameron asked, agog at the
idea.

Cameron had gotten hard several times during the telling of the story; a
part of him still felt weird about sexualising Kieran but another part
wanted to cum on his face and ask him to eat it.

"Don't tell mum," Kieran replied.

"I won't."

"Or dad."

"I won't," Cameron repeated.

"Don't tell anyone," Kieran persisted.

"My lips are sealed."

"Good..." Kieran said with relief. "Cam... did you really like me sucking
your dick?"

Cameron nodded; "Yea... It was weird but, you were good and if I close my
eyes I can think of someone else..." Cameron said, unwilling to admit who
the someone else was.

As bad as he felt for not telling Kieran about Mr Wilson, especially after
his brother had must spilled his secret, Cameron knew he couldn't tell
anyone that he was messing around with his teacher.

"So, eh... You and Wesley have been practicing anal sex? When was your
first time?" Cameron asked.

"Last week," Kieran blushed as he confessed.

"Oh fuck! Did I walk in on you losing your cherry?" Cameron asked.

"No... I lost it about two hours before you walked in," Kieran replied. He
smiled and half laughed before adding; "You walked in on Wesley having a
second pop."

Cameron giggled.

After the revelations of his brothers impending career, Cameron was lost
for words. He glanced at the time and decided it was time to make his exit.

"I'm going to hang out with Robin and Micah for a bit," Cameron said.

"Anything exciting?" Kieran asked.

"We're going to live life on the edge and do homework and study," said
Cameron, getting more depressed as his story went on.

"Ok. Close the door on your way out," Kieran asked.

"Ah. Are you going to," Cameron made the hand motion for 'wank' and
grinned.

"No. Eh... I'm not allowed to do that without Wesley telling me to," Kieran
admitted bashfully.

Cameron was silent for a moment.

"Your life isn't like most peoples, is it?"





Saturday was a blessing for the average GP and teacher; the stress of
weekday work could be forgotten and replaced with sexual impropriety.

Malcolm took his mouth off of Rhys' cock and left it to wobble in front of
his face. They had had plans to go to The Fourth but decided to stay in
instead. Andy had gone to visit his sister and meet his new nephew but
Malcolm had politely excused himself because he liked neither Andy's sister
nor babies. Andy was very understanding - it's what Malcolm loved about
him... while having sex with another man.

"Iee hab oo abmid, I ike it wen itz oor turn," Rhys mumbled.

Malcolm took the gag out of Rhys' mouth and smiled politely, "Pardon? Would
you mind repeating that?"

"I said - I have to admit, I like it when it's your turn to be boss," Rhys
said.

"And I like it when you do as you're told for a change," Malcolm replied.

"We can't both be the boss all the time," Rhys said.

Rhys was suspended from the ceiling by his arms - naked and his feet barely
touching the floor - his cock poking straight out. Malcolm gave it a little
squeeze. Since they were both dominant personalities, they had to take
turns being on top.

"I suppose not," Rhys reluctantly agreed.

"Our relationship is like a business and tonight you're the silent
partner. The key word being silent,"

Malcolm told Andy and he was tempted to replace the gag to press the point
home.

"Silent? I thought you liked it when I made noise?" Rhys teased.

"I'm putting the gag back on you," Malcolm said dryly by way of
retaliation.

"No, no. I'll be good. I'm the sub tonight," Rhys protested.

"You'd better behave or I'll get the paddle," Malcolm whispered in Rhys'
ear and then nibbled at the earlobe.

"Andy called earlier," Rhys mentioned casually.

"How do you know?" Malcolm asked.

"Your phone rang, I looked to see who it was," Rhys replied neutrally.

Malcolm liked having sex with Rhys but he didn't like to dwell on his
infidelity; contrary to what was implied by lying and cheating, Malcolm
loved Andy and didn't want to hurt him. He also didn't want to lose him and
by extension had no plans to confess his disloyalty.

"I'll call him later," Malcolm said.

"Call him now. I'll suck you off while you talk to him," Rhys suggested
scandalously.

"Don't be dick," replied Malcolm.





Malcolm was fed up talking and decided to shut Rhys up so he leaned in and
put his mouth back over Rhys' cock.

Rhys pushed his hips forward to push his cock deeper into Malcolm's mouth
and Malcolm put his hands on Rhys' bum. His fingers played with Rhys'
crack, gently pushing two fingers into his ass. Once Rhys' started to moan,
Malcolm stopped. His favourite part was teasing and prolonging their
encounters.

Malcolm stepped back and reached up to release Rhys' hands from their
restraint. Rhys wouldn't admit that his arms were aching and therefore
incapable or using them for the purpose of pleasuring Malcolm at the
moment.

"Get on your knees," Malcolm told him.

Rhys obeyed and prepared to suck Malcolm's cock except Malcolm defied this
expectation by turning his back on Rhys and proffering his arse
instead. Rhys pressed his face between the ebony cheeks and then put out
his tongue. Rhys' tongue swept up the crack of Malcolm's ass and when he
reached the sacrum, began kissing it.

"Give each cheek a kiss," Malcolm said, arching his head around and looking
down at Rhys.

Rhys obeyed, giving a kiss on each cheek and then repeating the process.

"I love it when I get to use your ass as a gag," Rhys admitted.

"Seems like if you were using my ass as a gag, you'd be quieter. So put
your tongue in my hole and shut up," Malcolm replied flirtatiously.

Rhys mumbled incoherently by way of mocking agreement and parted Malcolm's
cheeks with his hands then put out his tongue and probed the puckered
hole. He slaked the hole with saliva and then, instead of probing with the
tip of his tongue, Rhys pushed his tongue flat and lapped it across the
hole.

Malcolm moaned and Rhys repeated the teasing gesture.

"Get up here," Malcolm said.





Rhys stood and walked around Malcolm until they were face to face. Malcolm
grabbed his shoulders and both turned and pushed his lover. The bed was
still half a metre behind Rhys when Malcolm pushed him - quite hard - and
Rhys flew backwards. He landed on the bed and bounced but Malcolm was
already at the foot of the bed, grabbing Rhys' hips and pulling him to the
edge of the bed. Rhys' ass was at the edge of the bed, his legs dangling
over the side.

"Start stroking yourself," Malcolm commanded.

Rhys gladly gripped his cock and took his semi-hard dick back to a full
erection. Meanwhile, Malcolm rolled on a condom and squirted lube onto the
ribbed prophylactic. Malcolm lubed up a couple of fingers too and pushed
them into Rhys' ass hole.

Rhys moaned as Malcolm's fingers pressed against his prostate. A big deal
is made of the prostate, but the nerves around the anus and the sphincter
provide significant pleasurable information too. Which was why the very
sensation of his sphincter stretching was enough to make Rhys' knees
weak. If he was using his knees at the time - which he wasn't because he
was still lying on the bed.

"Here it comes," said Malcolm.

Malcolm pulled out his fingers and inserted something bigger - thicker,
longer. His cock went in only a few inches at a time, then pulled back,
then back in but farther. And repeat.

Whenever Malcolm had sex with Andy, it was usually more the making love
variety than the fucking variety. This was so even when they were
adventurous in the bedroom - and Andy was not beyond adventure. With Rhys,
things were more passionate, vigorous and rough.

Rhys liked it rough - the feel of Malcolm's cock pushing in, deep, was
quite exquisite. Rhys was still jerking away while Malcolm grabbed Rhys'
legs and hoisted them up. Next, Malcolm slid his hands up Rhys' legs until
he was holding him at the ankles.

Malcolm's black hands contrasted the fairness of Rhys' skin.

"I want to cum," said Rhys. "Can I cum?"





"Not yet," Malcolm answered.

Malcolm was ready himself and pushed in and out until he was ready to
ejaculate. His cum filled the condom and Malcolm relaxed while buried balls
deep; he held himself there and watched Rhys pleasure himself.

Slowly, Malcolm pulled out and took off the condom, knotting it at the top
to be safe. Malcolm sat next to Rhys and put his hand over his lover's
pumping fist. Rhys relinquished control of his orgasm to Malcolm and lay
back with his arms stretched back.

Malcolm's free hand wandered across Rhys' chest and he giggled when
Malcolm's fingers found Rhys' armpit. Malcolm stopped because a man
giggling like a child did nothing for him. And so Malcolm transferred his
hand to Rhys' balls. It didn't take long then for his balls to release
streams of cum all over Rhys' chest.

"Play with it," Malcolm said.

Rhys' hand spread the sticky ejaculate across his stomach and chest.

"Can I have some?" Rhys asked.

"No," Malcolm answered, just for the hell of it.

Rhys relaxed on the bed, still breathing deeply and smiling with
satisfaction.

"I have to admit," Rhys said, bringing their conversation full-circle, "I
like it when it's your turn to be boss."

"We could still go to The Fourth if you like," Malcolm said.

"No, I'm sure you can think of something else to do with me here," Rhys
replied.





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Every time Robin tried to phone his mum, the automated voicemail kicked. He
didn't try as often anymore and he never left a message. There was no
point.

Robin crept back into the flat after spending much of Saturday with Cameron
and Micah in the library. Cameron, Robin thought, had seemed distracted all
week - in fact Robin thought he could have caught on fire and Cameron would
barely have noticed. As for Micah, he was an unreliable friend who worried
Robin; Micah's tendency for self-isolation didn't seem healthy.

They had spent much of their time studying. There must be better ways for
three seventeen year olds to spend their days, but Cameron wanted to study
Medicine, Micah's parents had expectations of university and Robin didn't
want to get bad grades because his dad would flip out.

His dad would find something else to flip out about anyway, but there was
no need to make things easy for him.

"Is that you, fuck-face?" said a voice from the living room.

Robin braced himself.

"Yes."

"C'mere," he shouted.

Robin pushed his way into the dingy living room - the curtains were still
closed and this late in the afternoon there was little point in opening
them now. It was November and the sun was already setting.

"Yes, dad?" Robin said solemnly.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked.

"At the library. I was studying with Cameron," Robin said.

Economy of words was the key with his dad. He would have pointed out that
he had left a note - [Gone to the library with Cameron to study. Home
later.] - but his dad would think he was being cheeky.

"I suppose you'll be fucking off out the flat tonight?" his dad said in an
accusatory tone.

"Is that ok?" Robin said in a little voice.

His dad just looked at him and Robin could see he wasn't drunk for a
change, or had he taken any recreational drugs.

"Give me your hand," his dad said.

Robin kept himself from whimpering because his dad hated when he did
that. Robin put out his hand and his dad grabbed it tightly. He dug his
fingers into the top of Robin's hand, into the space between the thumb and
index finger and squeezed as tightly as he could. The pain was excruciating
- Robin knew this was often used as an acupressure point but his father
used it to hurt him without leaving any marks. Robin managed to stop from
crying out - even though he felt his entire hand disabled with pain - so
his father got bored and dismissively waved him away.





Robin left the flat a while later, relaxing as he turned his back on the
four-in-a-block that was his home. The road got busier as he got closer to
the nightclub which was adjacent to the Coalwater River and as such the
bridges that crossed over it. There were some lonely days when Robin would
walk across the footbridge and stop midway. Looking down into the river,
Robin imagined...

Away from those dark thoughts, nothing made Robin happier than getting away
from his dad.

Actually lots of things make him happier. Among them, arriving at The
Fourth nightclub and meeting the people he worked with. It was a stretch to
call them friends but they were friendly and accepting in a way he did not
encounter in other areas of his life.

"Hello, milkshake," said a smooth and lightly accented voice.

Robin smiled at Toulouse - the handsome black Frenchman who insisted
Milkshake would have been a better name than Teen Titan (Toulouse confessed
he was not a DC Comics fan).

"Hi, Toulouse. Busy night?" Robin asked.

It was late evening but still early in the night yet Toulouse was already
perspiring and shiny.

"Yea. You try shaking your ass under those lights with your skin oiled up,"
Toulouse replied.

"I plan to," Robin replied.

"Teen Titan, my boy. I always love seeing you shake that ass," Toulouse
told him and moved swiftly on.

Robin changed into his costume: a vest, shorts and boots. The only thing he
was not wearing was his mask. Robin was almost ready for his first
performance of the night when Mr Aziz stopped by. They had spoken before
Robin's third session in the parlour with Adam last week but hadn't the
nerve to ask his boss if had and Adam had deliberately been put on a
collision course.

"Good evening, Mr Aziz."

"Good evening, Robin."

Robin fiddled with the hood and mask that he used to protect his identity,
his eyes cast down towards it. Looking into the vacant eyes of the mask,
Robin could not see himself in it. He hoped it had a similarly
transformative effect his face; that his identity remained a secret was
important to Robin, which was why...

"Is Adam your son? Adam Mansouri?" Robin asked.





"Yes, indeed. Why?" Mr Aziz answered.

"It's just... I didn't know until last week. It's him I've been meeting in
the parlour, you know?" Robin asked.

"I know."

Of course he knew.

"I'm just worried... I've wondering..." Robin was neither sure what to ask
nor how to ask it.

What was he worried/ wondering about?

"Have I told Adam who you are?" Mr Aziz spoke for him.

"Have you?"

"No," Mr Aziz said gently; "The identities of my performers are theirs to
share or protect as they see fit. That's why I offer you masks. It is not
my place to tell Adam who you are."

"But I know who he is," Robin reasoned.

"I know," Mr Aziz said with a sly little smile.

"You don't seem to mind me knowing that. In fact... you wanted me to meet
him, didn't you?" Robin found his stride and seemed to find a confidence to
confront this man that he hadn't thought possible.

"Yes. I wanted you to meet him, Robin Haldane," Mr Aziz replied.

Robin was not sure whether to feel warmed or chilled by the use of his full
name.

"You know, I remember you. You were my sons' friend when you were
young...ger," he added (because he was still young). "He was very fond of
you."

Robin could hardly remember a time before Adam was an asshat.

"He hates me now. He treats me like..." Robin stopped; he couldn't tell
this man that his son was a...

"He's a little shit!" Mr Aziz said.

Robin half laughed and half sputtered at the intoning of such a criticism.

"Oh I love my son. Very very much. But that little bastard can be a little
bastard sometimes. Do you really think I don't know him? Don't you think
I'm trying to fix that?" Mr Aziz asked.





"At school... he can be very cruel," Robin said and he thought he sounded
pathetic.

Mr Aziz took Robin's hand and squeezed it soothingly. In contrast to how
his father had taken his hand to harm him, this strange man was warm and
gentle.

"I'm sorry about that. There are reasons why he... well, it all happened a
long time ago," said Mr Aziz unilluminatingly.

"There's no such thing as a long time ago," Robin muttered, the words just
slipped out.

Mr Aziz's eyes glowed with disbelief and swam upon hearing the phrase as if
amazed that Robin knew it; he was clearly amazed that Adam had said those
words to him. Robin recalled Adam saying those words were private and
personal and now Robin knew they had even more meaning that he had first
realised.

"When we finished primary school we were friends. After the summer
holidays, when we started high school, we weren't anymore... I don't know
why," Robin said.

Robin knew asking outright what had happened "a long time ago" would not
yield a direct answer but shrouding his enquiry didn't yield a direct
answer either. Mr Aziz sighed and sadness crossed his face as if he knew
why Adam was so angry with the world but could not or would not say.

"Time will tell if he'll reveal why he is the way he is. Is he kind to you
here? Does he enjoy your company?"

"Teen Titan's company, yea," Robin said - Mr Aziz seemed very happy about
this. Robin continued; "In here, he's the best version of himself. I'm not
sure how he'd react if he found it's me," Robin admitted.

"Time will tell."

Mr Aziz stood to leave when he looked back very seriously.

"I hope you can forgive me. It must seem very much like I'm using you," Mr
Aziz apologised.

"To help your son. That seems like a good thing," Robin replied.

"I forget that you're still sixteen sometimes," Mr Aziz complimented; "You
are wiser beyond your years."





For months Robin had been stripping on stage and enjoyed every second of
it. He was made confident by the experience and the unambiguous adoration
of the people watching him strip was intoxicating. Tonight, Robin took to
the stage several times to strip and strut. However, Adam had changed
everything - four weeks ago was the first time Robin had spotted Adam
watching him strip. Three weeks ago was their first encounter in the
parlour and he had seen Adam naked for the first time. Mutual masturbation
and oral sex had entered their lives; with everything changing so fast,
Robin was struggling to keep up with it all.

The conversation with Mr Aziz had not been helpful as a pre-show
discussion. In fact, Mr Aziz had been a total buzz-kill. Robin recalled
that Clyde, the Glasgow-accented stripper, had revealed Mr Aziz regarded
him as "his favourite performer" and that he had "something special in
mind" for him. Robin's confidence was boosted to discover he was a
favourite among the paying customers, his performances improving attendance
to the club quite substantially.

As for the "something special" it seemed Mr Aziz has manoeuvred Robin back
into Adam's life with a view to helping him somehow. Robin didn't even know
where to start. He briefly considered telling Adam who he was, but the time
didn't feel right. Robin felt he should try to talk to Adam in the real
world, to try and foster opportunities for Adam to be less of an asshole.

While mulling all this over, he picked up his thong and left the stage for
the third time that night. The crowd had been very happy to see him naked
and hard on the stage. Most of them were braying for him to jerk off or cum
but Robin continued to disappoint on that front. Besides, he was saving
himself for his one-to-one in the parlour. Robin got to the parlour which
had become his usual venue for meeting Adam.

This would be their fourth meeting.





"Seems like just last week since I last saw you," Adam said as he closed
the door.

Teen Titan smiled despite the crowded thoughts causing havoc in his head.

"You can't seem to stay away from me," Teen Titan replied.

Robin was always relieved when Adam didn't recognise his voice. Adam had no
reason to recognise Robin's body because he never ever showed it off.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" Adam pondered conversationally.

"You always open with a question, Adam. It's getting quite impertinent,"
Teen Titan replied.

Adam smiled at the reprimand because there was no authority in the tone -
for now.

"I know, questions aren't free," Adam replied.

"Take off your shirt and trousers, then you can ask," instructed Teen
Titan.

"I don't want to know who you are..." Adam did want to know, obviously, but
he was smart enough to know Teen Titan wouldn't tell him. "...But what do
you do? Where do you go when you leave here at the end of the night?" asked
Adam.

Teen Titan was quiet for a moment before answering.

"When I went home last night at three, A man was waiting there for me..."
the words just popped into his head which was fortunate as he couldn't
answer the question honestly; "But when I looked around the hall, I
couldn't see him there at all, Go away, go away..."

Teen Titan didn't finish the poem. Robin was already thinking about his dad
and the phantom pain in his hand which throbbed from the mere memory of his
dad's grip.

"Y'know that poem was named after a haunted town in Canada... can't
remember who wrote it," Adam replied, please with himself for recognising
it.

"I don't remember either," Teen Titan admitted. "It's called Antigonish."

"Are you haunted?" Adam asked.

"Aren't we all?" Teen Titan replied.





"Sounds complicated. But I meant, what do you do with your life?" Adam
persisted but Robin had had time to think of how to respond.

"I'm studying at the moment," Teen Titan replied.

It wasn't a lie but it was a carefully constructed (mis)truth.

"This job will pay for me to get through University," he added.

Again, not a lie but it omitted the fact he was neither at University nor
had he actually decided to go to University.

"And it'll let me move on to better things I hope... to a better place,"
Teen Titan admitted.

The first wholly truthful thing he had said. He could hardly say: "I want
to move away from my abusive father," but he was admitting to not being in
an awesome place.

Adam had listened to Teen Titan speak - he spoke with gentle wit, with
wisdom, with years beyond his. The amazing body turned Adam on and from the
moment he had first seen Teen Titan Adam had thought teen was probably not
true. He couldn't believe this amazingly hot and insightful man could be a
teenager.

Before they could talk anymore about it, Teen Titan pulled off a
short-sleeved t-shirt that he had been wearing. Adam failed to notice the
"R" (symbolising Robin) embroidered on the upper left breast of the
top. Adam had been thinking about Teen Titan's muscular arms and chiselled
chest and was rewarded with sight of it when Teen Titan pulled the t-shirt
off.





They were both now topless and Teen Titan pressed his body against Adam's
before leaning in suggestively for a kiss. At the last moment he pulled
back - he was a tease. The bulge in Teen Titan's tight little shorts was
noticeable and Adam prayed to a god he did not believe in that he would get
to touch it tonight.

"Do you want to see it?" Teen Titan asked.

Adam nodded delightedly. It struck Robin how unlike the Adam he knew from
school this Adam was. Robin's dichotomy followed the same trend.

"Come here," Teen Titan ordered.

Adam approached, clad only in briefs that were impressively distended. Teen
Titan would have very much liked to drop to his knees and suck his cock but
he was also keen to maintain his supposed authority.

"Do you want to taste it?" Teen Titan asked.

Adam nodded.

"Say it."

"Yes. I want to taste your cock," Adam replied.

Adam was distracted for a moment. Mr Anonymous has messaged just before he
arrived at The Fourth. Do as you're told was a haunting litany that
disturbed Adam's conscious and unconscious dreams. The message told him a
pair of shorts were in his locker at school... what the hell was that
supposed to mean?





"I'll sit down. Make yourself comfortable," Teen Titan said as he took a
seat in a comfy chair.

The chair was cushioned and Teen Titan rested his upper limbs on the
armrests and spread legs for Adam to crawl between. Adam sank to his knees
and put a hand on each of Teen Titan's knees.

"Is it hot?" Adam asked.

Teen Titan hand no idea what he was talking about.

"The mask. The mask covers your whole face and head... doesn't it melt your
face off?" Adam wondered.

"It's a little bit warm," Teen Titan admitted - understatement of the
year. "But preferable to every Tom, Dick and Harry..."

"And Adam."

"...And Adam... knowing who I am," Teen Titan finished.

"Can I please pull down your underwear?" Adam asked politely.

"Not yet. Push your face into it first. Take a whiff. Lick my thighs and my
belly button," Teen Titan replied. He honestly was not sure how such filth
escaped his mouth.

Adam got to work kneading Teen Titan's contained cock with his face. His
mouth followed the length of the erection from its root to the left hip,
towards which it had expanded. Next, Adam put his tongue into Teen Titan's
belly button and swirled it around before kissing it and then drawing his
tongue all the way down until his mouth found the top of the underwear.

Adam's face moved back across the contained erection, inhaling deeply as he
moved and being rewarded by the musky mixture of sex and perspiration. Adam
licked the line between Teen Titan's underwear and his thigh. The dense
thigh made big by athleticism, was meaty and inviting.

"Very good. Now you can pull them down," Teen Titan said.

Adam wasted no time in pulling the underwear down and off, carelessly
tossing them aside in his haste to see Teen Titan's cock again. It was
erected to eight inches and was just waiting for a mouth to pleasure it.





"Stand up a sec. I want you to be naked too... I want something pretty to
look at," Teen Titan said.

Adam stood and dropped his underwear too, then stepped out of them. His
cock stood straight out, pulsing with hot blood. He briefly hoped Teen
Titan would pleasure him but the notion of filling his mouth with Teen
Titan's cock was also exhilarating.

"How much of this can you take?" Teen Titan asked, motioning for Adam to
get back on his knees.

Adam didn't orally reply... well, he kind of did - but he didn't reply with
words.

Adam slipped his lips over Teen Titan's cock and slowly moved his head down
and down and down. He breathed though his nose and Teen Titan was genuinely
impressed as Adam's nose made contact with the pubes above his cock.

Slowly Adam raised himself back up, extracting eight inches of cock from
his throat and mouth.

"I'm impressed. Keep going and see if you can impress me some more," Teen
Titan instructed.

Adam was happy to make this man impressed and would be delighted if he
could bring his idol to orgasm. He licked the head of Teen Titan's cock so
it was wet and shiny and then took it back in his mouth through pursed
lips.

As Adam's head bobbed up and down, taking more and then less of the shaft
into his mouth, Teen Titan rested his hands on Adam's head. He didn't push,
he just rested them there and was content to know that Adam was aware of
the control he had.





Adam's head came back up long enough for him to flicker his tongue over the
head of Teen Titan's cock and around the edge of the mushroom. Teen Titan
moaned which was Adam's cue to get his mouth back on the penis. Adam's
hands grasped the base of Teen Titan's cock and fondled his testicles as
his mouth, lips and tongue completed their task.

Teen Titan came with a gush of cum shooting down Adam's waiting
throat. Subsequent spurts landed on Adam's lips and licked it off. Teen
Titan was quivering by the time the orgasm faded and he watched Adam look
at his contentment with contentment of his own.

A job well done.

"You should reward yourself," Teen Titan said between short breaths.

It wasn't just the ecstasy that had pleased Robin, it was knowing he was
safe and in control. The Fourth was the one place in his life that he had
control and he didn't want to sacrifice that feeling with an immediate act
of reciprocity. Adam didn't seem to mind that he wasn't getting a blowjob
in return. Just looking at Teen Titan naked and recently spent, with the
taste of his cum in his mouth, was enough.

Mr Aziz had brought Robin to The Fourth with some notion of bringing Adam
and him together in a meaningful way. Robin wasn't sure that was what was
happening; he felt like he was using Adam and feared his "authority" over
Adam was an act of revenge for Adam's spite.

The fear passed a moment later - he wasn't like Adam or his father. Robin
didn't use people like that, but he still felt something had to change.

Something had to change.

Adam sat back on his ankles and stoked his dick until it rose to over six
inches. He was unashamed of being smaller than Teen Titan because he was
still above average.

Teen Titan moved his feet so they rested on Adam's folded thighs, the feet
moved up until his toes were on either side of Adam's beating cock. While
Adam beat off, Teen Titan continued to caress Adam's thighs with his feet,
sliding up and down until Adam was ready to cum.

When he did cum, he had nowhere else to aim but on himself. His chest and
stomach took the brunt and Teen Titan watched blobs and splodges congeal
where they landed.





"Did you enjoy that?" Teen Titan asked.

"Which part?" Adam enquired.

"I enjoyed it," Teen Titan responded, ignoring Adam's attempt at ambiguity.

"I loved it," Adam replied.

"Which part?" Teen Titan asked facetiously.

"I liked the taste of your cum. And I'm happy I got to cum too. Thank you,"
Adam replied.

Teen Titan smiled in return but had nothing to say.

Well, he had lots to say but was lost for words. Robin wanted right then to
take off his mask, but he knew that wasn't the answer. Nor was it the way
to get through to the Adam he would be at school on Monday.

Monday-morning-at-school Adam would still be a jerk. Teen Titan's only hope
for changing that was to try and help him see who he really was inside. In
the case of Monday-morning-at-school-Adam, that inside was deep down. Deep,
deep, deep, deep down...

Something had to change.

Robin had his work cut out for himself.







The Kieran story was complicated because it was intended to set up a
spin-off that would explore his first year of University and his exciting
acting career - in soap-land and porn-world. Unfortunately, plans for that
project have stalled & are on indefinite hold. I highly recommend you check
out the stories that inspired the concept: the excellent "Method Acting"
and "Revenge in the Dales" by Haven Tesla. Although the implied
Kieran-centric story (like implied nudity in soaps) is unlikely to be
delivered, Kieran will return in DAY.





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