Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2019 18:11:15 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Twenty Part 1 Do As You're Told Chapter Twenty: Groundhog Day If you need permission to read this story 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. Nifty could use your help - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html For updates, synopses & excerpts, visit my blogspot - https://niftyencomiums.blogspot.com Prologue: Writing four CH-20's is a bit of a gimmick but today is Groundhog Day... SATURDAY 2ND FEBRUARY 2019 "...then put your little hand in mine, there ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb..." Micah could have sworn he'd already heard that song once today but he was too busy to concentrate properly on the radio playlist. "Fuck, you're tighter than I expected," said Micah. "Just keep going," Rhys replied. Micah was pushing just over six inches of dick into Rhys' ass. The man was naked and squatting over Micah who was flat on his bed. Micah thrust up with his hips, shoving his cock deep into Rhys; all Rhys had to do was lower himself onto Micah's groin. With Rhys sitting in Micah's lap, the seventeen year old put his hands on Rhys' thighs and stroked them. In front of Micah was Rhys' cock which protruded from the man's groin and twitched from the prostate massage of Micah's cock. Micah took a hold of it in a tight fist and started to jerk it. Micah gently bucked his hips so Rhys was bouncing up and down on Micah's erection. Micah continued to stroke, stopping his caress only to polish the head with the palm of his hand. Rhys' cock shot cum onto Micah's chest and stomach and the boy felt a deep sense of pleasure and relief. Fucking this man, his teacher, had given Micah great satisfaction... The fleshlight rolled out of Micah's hand as he played with his own spunk which was drying on his stomach. The image of his ass-fucked History teacher had been a thrill but was already dissolving as reality bled though the vision. Micah had been thinking about the man for two weeks now; he'd even used Facebook to check the guy out. He'd learned two things from Mr Jones' Facebook account, 1) it should have been set it to private and 2) the guy looked fuckable in tight swimming shorts. The holiday pics had been taken a number of years ago when he'd been in Ibiza. Tagged in another photo in the set was a big black guy with a French name and the way they were embracing for the photo, Micah inferred a suspiciously intimate relationship - though Rhys looked keener. Micah wasn't sure why he had been so surprised that Mr Jones had such a good body - even teachers area allowed to run, swim and work out. Besides the pics were seven years old - they must have been taken while the man was still at University. It was the Ibiza 2012 pics that Micah had been thinking about while using the fleshlight to simulate Mr Jones' tight asshole when he jerked off. Micah rolled over and pressed his face into the pillow. His sticky abdomen and torso would leave a mess on his sheets but Micah didn't care. His half-hard - or semi-soft depending on your outlook - cock was pushed into the mattress and caused a pleasant throb. He was not ready to cum again but he gave the bed a satisfying hump anyway. He grinded his naked body into the bed and only stopped as he felt fatigue take him. He'd only been awake an hour or so, even so Micah drifted off again. When Micah finally got up, the cum on his chest and abdomen had gone dry and crusty and he needed a shower before he could start the day properly. He pulled on the first pair of boxers he could find - conveniently located on bedroom floor as he made his way to the door. He also lifted his phone en route and made his way like a zombie to the bathroom. There was no-one to see him in just his underwear - it was convenient that his parents were always so busy, distracted or apathetic. While he waited for the shower to heat up he had two things to do. The first was to send Robin a "Happy Birthday" message on Facebook. The second was to tap out a message to MrEe. Micah: [I want to see you today. Are you busy?] He climbed into the shower and lathered his body. The slippery soap made his hands glide across his silky brown skin and he was tempted to have a cheeky second wank. His cock was hard and his hand rubbed over the head of his penis, which send pleasure through his whole body. It was only the notification sound that he had received a reply that made Micah stop, shut off the water and step out of the shower. He towelled his hands dry and wrapped his towel around his waist before snatching up the phone and making his way back to his room. MrEe: [I am busy. Also, I don't want to see you.] Micah: [I'd challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed. Have I mentioned Adam knows I'm not the one pulling his strings? Would you like me to tell him it's you?] Micah knew - as Rhys did - that the threat of exposing Mr Jones was an empty one because it would implicate him too, but he could make things very difficult for the man. Micah was banking on Mr Jones making concessions - he was reluctant to give in to Micah but not totally opposed to compromising. MrEe: [I'll text you my address. Come at 10PM. Wear trainers, shorts and a sweatshirt.] Micah smiled even though it was still a little cold for shorts - winter could last another six weeks if the rodent in Pennsylvania so forecast - but he was happy to yield to the demand. Despite his barb about Mr Jones being unarmed in a battle of wills, he knew it was untrue; they were both alike in one respect - they enjoyed being in control. Micah: [I'll do as I'm told.] MEANWHILE "...They say we're young and we don't know, And won't find out until we grow..." Rhys was already awake when he hit the top of his alarm, making it fall silent. The latest news and weather update had been followed by the same song played at the top of the last hour and he had no interest in hearing it again. Rhys had been in bed with Malcolm when the cocky little bastard Micah had text him. Micah knowing who he was and that he had designs for Adam - though not their purpose - was frustrating and inconvenient but not a hindrance to his plans. He would need to be careful, but if the boy wanted to play games, Rhys knew how to oblige. Rhys' frustration found expression in for a text instructing Adam that he had a shift at Gymno-Mania that night. Later, he'd see to it that Adam's uniform go missing. It was petty and uninventive but he had some excellent ideas for the near future and it was just enough to remind Adam he was under a thumb. "Was that Sonny and Cher on the radio again?" Malcolm asked, his voice muted as his face was still half pressed into the pillow. "I think so," Rhys replied. Rhys shifted on the bed and pulled back the sheet to expose Malcolm's back. He put a leg over and sat on the small of Malcolm's back as he rubbed his hard cock across the ebony expanse of muscle. Malcolm wriggled with Rhys on top but actually quite enjoyed the feeling of cock snot leaving a silvery trail on his back. "I told you last night I'm not taking it up the ass," Malcolm said. The last time he and Andy had had sex, his partner had commented that he was looser than he had expected; probably because he and Rhys had fucked three times the night before. Malcolm admitted to Andy (otherwise known as lying) that he may have over done it with his dildo. "Yea, yea, you're worried your boyfriend might figure out your cheating," Rhys said in a bored tone of voice. Malcolm put more effort into shifting Rhys and was released from the weight on top of him. Malcolm looked very serious as he looked into Rhys' face. "Andy is important to me," Malcolm said. "Then why do you fuck me more than him?" Rhys replied with a sneer. "I don't go home to you. I don't eat dinner with you. I don't go to bed with you every night," Malcolm said evenly. "No, not every night. Just some of them," Rhys responded with a smirk. "Why are you being such an asshole?" Malcolm asked. "Why have you suddenly started worrying about Andy? You were with him when we started this. Nothing's changed," Rhys said unconvincingly; the question was important. "Maybe I've decided fucking you behind his back isn't a good idea," Malcolm replied. Rhys had to admit, he was surprised to hear the man say it. He had half expected it might one day happen but now that it came to it, Rhys didn't want to let Malcolm go. Not because he wanted to fight for this love, but because it gave him pleasure to have power. He and Malcolm, both inherently dominant in the bedroom had always taken turns being on top - now there was a winner. "Maybe I'm not ready to stop," Rhys said quietly. "I mean you might get to go home to Andy and eat dinner with him and share your bed with him... but I work with him... five days a week... and we talk a lot." The threat was implicit but it pissed Malcolm off. He got out of bed and started pulling on his clothes. "I'd ask if you would really bulldoze my relationship with Andy, but I know you would," Malcolm said through gritted teeth. "I don't know whether to be insulted that you think I'd do that to you, or complimented that you think I'd be that ruthless," Rhys said, still enjoying himself. "We had a good time for a while. But since new year, I've been thinking we should call it a day..." "No," Rhys said shortly. "Why?" Malcolm asked. "Because I'm still having a good time. I didn't even mind taking your big dick up my ass last night even though it was my turn to call the shots," Rhys replied. "Look, you suddenly feeling guilty because of Andy isn't my problem. You've been cheating on him for a long time now; the time to feel guilty was before you started having sex with someone who isn't your boyfriend. So we won't be calling it a day," Rhys told him. "I think I'm going to be busy for the next few months. I'm looking for a new partner to run the surgery with me," Malcolm said as if his job as a GP had any relevance. "Too busy my ass," Rhys said - punning deliberately. "You'll be a good puppy and cum when I whistle... or Andy is going to be very disappointed in you." Malcolm's face changed now that the threat was no longer implicit but now explicit. Resignation, that was the expression now painted on his face. "Fine. But I have dinner plans tonight," Malcolm told Rhys. "That's ok... I have plans for desert," Rhys replied. Now that he was stuck dealing with the Micah problem, Rhys decided to have a little fun with it; Micah had replied to agree to his terms and added that he'd ride his bike so an hour before he expected Micah to arrive, Rhys sent another text. MrEe: [There is a bike rack outside the corner shop. Chain your bike up there and leave the sweater on your bike.] The little shop closed at seven o'clock and Rhys lived in a nice area so there'd be no rowdy teens hanging around the street drinking Buckie or Dragon Soop by the time the boy would be arriving. However, there might be a few dog walkers or people headed for a night out and the image of Micah being seen wearing only shorts was a pretty picture. Rhys filed the image away as a possible assignment for Adam in the future. Rhys was prepared for Micah coming to his home and accepted the teenager needed to be pacified even though things were developing in a way he had neither the time nor the inclination for. Micah had displayed a nice cock after revealing he'd figured out Rhys was the anonymous texter to him and Adam; Rhys might not have planned for Micah making his own plans, but Rhys was experienced at controlling people and playing a long game. Rhys also already knew what Micah wanted - the same thing Rhys himself would have wanted from an attractive older man when he was seventeen. Boys are all the same. Micah's legs were tingling by the time he pulled up outside the corner shop. His breath condensed in the air, making little puffs of smoke but without the nicotine hit. Although he knew it was a cold night, Micah was hot from the ride over; he didn't cycle often but it was the best way to get to Mr Jones' home - especially when he was so scantily dressed. His legs felt the cool breeze of a winter struggling into spring. He had the smooth legs - with only faint wisps of hair - of a cyclist but it also made him feel more naked in the cold black night. Micah chained his bike up and looked around to see if anyone was watching or passing. He seemed to be alone so he pulled his top up and off, exposing his smooth belly and torso. Micah's torso and abdomen was almost hairless and the hair he did have was so fine it was almost invisible. His thin and lean body, brown skin and dark hair would have almost blended into the night if it wasn't for the street lighting. It was farther than he'd anticipated to Mr Jones' house and Micah jogged all the way to keep the cold at bay. A dog walker on the opposite side failed to notice Micah, the golden Labrador looked up but it was more interested in the lamppost than him. Micah's skin was chilled with little bumps rising all across his arms and chest by the time he got to Rhys' house. On the front door was a notice directing him around the back of the house. When he got to the back door he knocked and waited. "Hello, Micah," Mr Jones said when he opened the door. Micah had wondered what kind of greeting he would get - he wasn't sure what kind of mood Mr Jones would be in given what Adam had done at Gymno-Mania. Micah grinned in reply and said; "Since we're friends, I think I should call you by your first name too." "What makes you think we're friends?" asked Mr Jones. "Friends keep each other's secrets," Micah said carefully. Mr Jones understood the underlying threat - tonight was all about that threat, but maybe not lying under it. "I'm Rhys," he responded with a smile that was surprisingly genuine. Despite the fact that Rhys did not like power-sharing, Micah was a more interesting companion than he'd realised when Rhys had recruited him. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" Micah asked. The house was warm and Micah felt much better after just a few minutes. He looked around the man's living room, which was neat and tidy; sparsely appointed but not sadly lacking. Rhys seemed to be watching him, and it took an extra second to realise it was because of how he looked. Micah still had a few inches to grow but for a seventeen year old he was slightly above average in height; he was a thin, narrow waisted boy whose pelvis curved satisfyingly into the shorts he sported. His legs and thighs were smooth and thin and his ankles were bare where they met the top of his trainers. "Should I have taken my shoes off at the door?" Micah asked with a seductive grin as he slipped them off. They both knew that the only thing between Micah and total nudity was his shorts which, although they covered half his thigh, covered very little else except his groin. His state of undress made Micah take note of how Rhys was dressed; linen trousers, barefoot and a loose-fitting shirt. "It seems only fair that you take something off too. After all, I've shown you mine..." Micah said. "What do you want, Micah?" Rhys asked despite already knowing the answer. "I told you this morning. I want to see you. All of you," Micah said in short sentences. "I think I've seen enough," Rhys said without conviction. Micah moved forward and put his hands on the lowest buttons of Rhys' shirt. His hands were still cold, the cold almost radiating though the thin material of Rhys' clothes. Rhys felt the buttons of his shirt open as the boy worked quickly and silently slipped the shirt off of Rhys' shoulders. Micah liked what he saw. The man was very handsome. In his mid-to-late twenties, he was young but fit and mature; a stark contrast to Micah's own scrawny but lean physique. When Micah reached for the button of Rhys' trousers, he stopped the boy. "I'm really not into seventeen year olds. Only an idiot of a teacher would have sex with a pupil," said Rhys. Micah wasn't one to give up easily so he stepped back and gave Rhys no warning as he dropped his shorts and then kicked them away. It was difficult to not look at the naked boy, and Micah knew he was eroding Rhys' resolve. "Try not to think of me as a seventeen year old then. Imagine you picked me up in a club and brought me home," Micah said as he began to stroke his penis. Rhys could not help but take in the sight of the smooth brown boy; the only noticeable hair on his body was the small patch of black hair above his dick and the equally small tuft of black hair under his arms. Fully hard, Micah spoke again; "But I came to see you remember. Take your trousers off." "I think you have an inflated sense of power here, Micah..." Rhys said. Rhys was keen not to allow the teen to think he was actually in control. "This isn't about power, it's about sex," Micah replied. "You watch me jerk off last time. This time I want to watch you. Forget Adam and whatever your shit is with him..." Rhys interrupted but he smirked at the shrewd boy; "No pictures, no video." "No. None of that crap. Just you and me," Micah interrupted. Rhys dropped his trousers. He hadn't been wearing underwear so Rhys was very quickly as naked as Micah, who had to stop stroking himself or he would have cum at the first sight of the naked hunky man. Rhys faced Micah and stroked his cock to full mast, pulling back the foreskin to allow the head to peek out. By contrast, Micah's glans was already exposed and shiny as he licked his hand and smeared it over the head of his cock. They faced each other, stroking for a few minutes until Rhys finally stopped and let go of his dick. "I think this has gone far enough," Rhys suggested half-heartedly. "You invited me here. You must have known something like this would have happened," Micah pointed out. Micah suddenly sounded very much his age, almost pouting at the adult who wanted to spoil his fun. As Micah moved towards him, Rhys dodged out of the way and sat himself down on his corner sofa. Micah watched him, looking down from his elevated position and enjoying the sense of oversight it gave him. Rhys' penis had softened enough for it to flop over his hip, but his knees were parted enough for the teacher's testicles to nestle between his thighs. The sight of Rhys' perineum was enough to make Micah's cock jump without a single touch. "I told you, I'm really not into teenage boys," Rhys said - his cock already softening. "I can change your mind about that..." Micah said confidently. Micah knelt down in front of Rhys and put his hands on the man's knees. Rhys held the boy's gaze as they both calculated their next move. "I could suck it for you," Micah suggested. Micah slid his hands around the back of Rhys' knees and stroked the man's calves. "I've already had a blow job today," Rhys said truthfully, keeping his voice even. Micah gasped as if offended that Rhys was seeing someone else. "Is he prettier than me?" Micah joked Rhys smiled but made no reply. "If it helps, I'm eighteen in three months," Micah said. "Which makes you seventeen right now," Rhys reminded him. Micah's hands moved up and swivelled back onto Rhys' knees. Micah slid his hands up Rhys' thighs and caressed his hips before bringing his hand back in and heading for the man's cock. Rhys grabbed Micah's hands to halt their progress but his dick was stirring again. Rhys stood up, his penis swinging dangerously close to Micah's face, which suited him fine. Rhys asserted that he in control - towering over the kneeling teenager. "I'm in your house. We're both naked. We both know the other is gay. We've both enjoyed the game we've been playing with Adam..." Micah said but Rhys cut him off. "That's not game," Rhys said seriously. Micah didn't care about that. Rhys cared very much about it. "Let's have sex," Micah said. "I've already said..." "You've not actually said no..." Micah pointed out. "No," Rhys said insincerely. The truth was he was quite agreeable to fucking Micah. However, he needed Micah to think he had won it to appease the teenager and keep him on side. "I'll let you fuck me," Micah said and he could see the man was tempted. Rhys needed Micah for now and that meant keeping him in line, even if it meant making moves he had not anticipated "I've got a tight ass," Micah said. Micah pressed on as he closed the space between their naked bodies. "I'm a virgin," Micah whispered Their chests and groins made contact and Micah rubbed his smooth leg against the prickly hair of Rhys' leg. Micah put his lips close to Rhys, but did not kiss him, instead he whispered one word. "Bareback?" Rhys kissed the boy as he took him by the shoulders and steered him back towards the corner sofa. Rhys was glad that Malcolm had been with him last night because there was lube in most of the rooms - they'd had a busy night. "Get on all fours," Rhys told Micah as he generously greased his pole and stoked it back to full mast. Micah had an excited grin, his own dick already hard and dribbling, as he looked over his shoulder and saw the fat six and a half inch cock. Rhys put one hand on the small of Micah's back while the other held his cock head steady and pressed it against the boy's hole. In truth, Rhys had never fucked a virgin before and it hadn't been something that had particularly excited him... until this moment. This really was about power, at least for Rhys. For Micah, his motivation had always been about popping his cherry. For all the other things he'd said and done to win this moment, he really just wanted to get fucked. The boy moaned as Rhys pressed his cock against the hole and held it there. Rhys was not sadistic in his progress, he gently increased the pressure and the sphincter began to yield. Rhys' cock slid in bit by bit and length by length; once it was half way in, he pulled back until he felt the ridge of his cock head catch and then thrust in again. Micah had a cute little ass with slender hips, which Rhys held as he pushed in and out. Rhys' mind dwelt not so much on the fact Micah was a virgin, but the fact that Micah's ass was so tight and his own cock was so fat as pressed and stretched with every thrust. Micah moaned and had to press his face into a pillow to stop from crying out. Rhys continued to push in and pull out, thrusting and plunging with an effort that caused pain and pleasure. Micah understood why it was called fucking and wondered how this could happen and ever be called "making love" - Rhys must have sensed his discomfort because he slowed down and spoke with surprising softness. "Do you want to stop?" Rhys asked earnestly. "No. Keep going," Micah replied and began tugging at his own cock. "You're sure?" Rhys asked. "Yea. Yes. Just not so hard," Micah said. Micah was glad Rhys could not see the tears that had sprung to his eyes; they dried without falling and Micah bit his lip, gripped a pillow and buried his face to stifle the noises that were increasingly from pleasure than from discomfort. Rhys was already close to orgasm so slowing down only added to his own pleasure. In truth however, he was aware that Micah was only seventeen and although one can consent to sex at sixteen, Rhys was cautious. He did not want to face Micah, the authorities, the school or himself with accusations of impropriety. That ship had probably sailed when he'd started figuratively fucking Adam. That ship had probably sailed again when he started actually fucking Micah. Only an idiot of a teacher would have sex with a pupil. Micah cried out with moans and pushed his ass backwards as Rhys ploughed in. They both groaned as they were tipped over the edge and Micah slipped cum all over Rhys' leather sofa. Rhys' own cum was contained inside Micah's ass. Rhys' cock slipped out as the final spurt seeped out, spreading across the no-longer-virginal hole. Rhys pushed his cock back through the blobs of his own cum and pushed the goo back inside Micah. For his part, Micah was filled with pleasure more than anything else now. It felt great to be filled up and occupied and he wanted more except Rhys' cock was waning and his own was now spent and limp. Rhys pulled out and put his hand back on the small of Micah's back to hold him steady for a moment longer; Rhys pressed his lips against Micah's hole and kissed it, then licked and slurped on his own mess. Micah had never been fucked and never been felched so he didn't know it was possible to feel the things he was feeling. If Micah could have come again right - a minute after his last orgasm - he would have. When Rhys was satisfied that he had sufficiently rewarded the boy, he moved back. Micah flipped onto his back to look at the naked man, post orgasm. Rhys was sexy and gleaming with sweat and Micah was exhausted as he lay back. He could feel his own blobs of his cum transfer from the sofa to his back and his ass cheeks. They both simply watched the other while thinking what to say or do next. "Are you... clean?" Micah asked. Rhys almost laughed; "The time to ask that was before you let me fuck you bareback." "Yea..." Micah giggled; "Are you?" "Yes, I get tested regularly. Old habits die hard," Rhys admitted. "Habit?" "Never mind," Rhys dismissed. "How was it? Your first time?" "I want to do it again. But maybe not with you," Micah admitted. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea; I don't wanna hold hands or write love letters or shit like that. So try not to think about me when I'm gone." Someone thought very highly of himself. "I wasn't thinking about you when you were here," replied Rhys. Rhys turned away and gave Micah a nice view of the man's naked ass. It was an ass Micah had not yet seen since they had both gotten naked, but he was happy to watch it even as Rhys pulled on his trousers to conceal it. "Can I fuck you next time?" Micah asked. So much for "maybe not with you," Rhys thought. "There won't be a next time," Rhys pointed out. "You still need my help with Adam..." Micah said. Was Micah attempting to suggest his continued cooperation was linked to access to more private sessions together? "And you'll still help whether we have sex me or not," Rhys replied. "We both know you like it too much to give it up." "You know what Adam did today, right?" Micah asked after a pause - giving up further discussion about a next time for now. Anger flared in Rhys' eyes; they had touched upon the topic of Adam earlier but not discussed him and it was clear the man did not want to discuss him now. "Of course I fucking know," Rhys said bitterly; "At least I got a good video out of it." Micah smiled cruelly, "Yea, but now we need to think of something new..." "We?" repeated Rhys, talking over the boy; "There is no 'we' - I'll let you know when I need you. Gymno-Mania doesn't matter, all that matters is that Adam continues to suffer. And he will." Rhys lent Micah a sweater and jeans to wear and he dressed quickly. "There are some day's I wish I could do all over again," Micah said once he was dressed; "Some I'd change and some I'd do the same. This one I'd do the same again and again." "Once was enough for me," Rhys admitted. "Maybe that's why you live alone," muttered Micah. The boy left as soon as he had his trainers back on. Once the door was closed, Rhys squeezed his dick which was still covered in his own cum and juice from Micah's ass. The boy had cleaned himself in case he got lucky - another example of him being a cocky bastard. Rhys was tired as he dropped onto his bed - topless and wearing only his linen trousers. As he fell asleep he kept thinking the same thing. Only an idiot of a teacher would have sex with a pupil...