Private Lessons
A fictional story by

Xerxes

Note: All characters are fictional. This is not my life story, nor is it anybody else's. Although, certain characteristics and personalities are based on people that I once knew, some well, some not so well. If you like my stories, drop me a line at "Xerxes_Nimrod (at) mail (dot) com". All letters will be answered, all flames deleted, and all spam ignored.  I especially like to recieve story plot ideas and suggestions.

The Assault

It's late, when I hear the knocking on the front door. I open the door, and in the shadows stands Padraic, his face bloodied and his clothing dirt-covered and askew. "Christ, what happened to you??", I ask in astonishment as he comes inside the door. "Aw....I got jumped in the park; some junky wanted money and I didn't want to give it to him" he tells me, rather unconvincingly. I brush some of the more obvious clumps of dirt off his back. "Yeah, OK, if that's the story you're sticking with..." I blurt out, then, realizing that chastizing my boyfriend was not a good idea, I add, "Sorry...that was insensitive. I'm sure you've been through a terrible ordeal. Let's see if you're injured."

I take him into my bathroom, and remove his shirt. With a warm, wet cloth, I wash the dried blood off his face and hands, and apply ointment to the scrapes on his hands and cheek. "I don't see any gashes, so consider yourself lucky", I tell him, as I gently clean his skin "I can wash your clothes, and if you want to stay over, you can sleep here". He makes a deep sigh, and responds, "Yeah, that'll be for the best. I'll have to call my mum, to let her know". I put a band-aid on a scrape on his hand, and another on his freckled forearm, then he gets up to make his call.

After calling home, he comes back to me, where I am sitting in the kitchen, holding his shirt and jacket. "Those pants are really dirty-let me wash them as well", I say to him. He walks up to where I am sitting, and unbuckles his belt. I unbutton his waistband, and slide his zipper downward. He is not wearing any underwear, so his penis springs out rather unexpectedly quickly. "Damn, even after what happened, you're still horny?", I remark. He slides his pants off his hips, and they drop to the floor. He steps out of them, now naked, except for his socks.

"We might as well clean them all", I saw, ponting at his socks, which he then removes. He then stands there, his hands on his hips, as beautiful as ever, naked, in my kitchen. "Aren't you gonna get naked, too?", he asks. "Not just yet. I'm getting too much joy from looking at your body, you hot little stud, you." I stand up, and pick his clothing up from the floor. "For the moment, I have chores to do", I tell him, as I head down to the basement, where the washer and dryer are located.

I put the clothing into the washer, and add the soap. I turn around, and Padraic is standing right behind me; he embraces me, hugging me tightly, his firm, nude body pressed against my clothing. He sobs softly against my shoulder. I stroke his dark hair with one hand, while holding the small of his back with the other. "It's OK....you're safe now", I whisper into his ear. After he regains his composure, I usher him upstairs, into the den. I hand him a blanket to wrap around his body. I sit down on the sofa, and Padraic joins me, the blanket over his shoulders, as he cuddles next to me.

"I know what you are thinking....that I take too many chances, that I shouldn't be in the park at that hour, that.....well, that you wish I would stop doing that....am I right?", he says, looking at me straight in the eye. "Well, more or less, yeah", I respond, adding, "there's no real damage done, but you were probably lucky tonight. Next time you might not be so lucky." He sighs, and responds, "....yeah....I know, I know". We kiss, and I lay down on the couch, with Padraic's body intertwined with mine.

After making out for quite a while on the sofa, I pick Padraic up and carry him to my bed. I put him under the covers, and go down to put his clean clothes into the dryer. Running quickly back up to my bed, Padraic is waiting for me. "You want some of this?", he asks, uncovering his body, "It's yours if you want it." I quickly remove my clothing, and join him under the covers. "Oh, you know that I want you, Padraic. I always want you".

I quickly disrobe, and join him in the bed. We kiss, embrace, and I caress his entire body. Oh, the feel of his firm buttocks, his muscular thighs, his lean, toned chest and 6-pack abs, and, of course, his penis.  I retract his foreskin, then envelope my lips around his hard, stout dick. As I suck on him, he lightly runs his fingers through my hair. Not wanting to get him off just yet, I stop, and move up to his nipples, alternately sucking each. "Oh, man, that feels goooood", he mumbles, as I continue my assault.

Unable to take it any more, Padraic rolls us both over, and he pins me to the bed by my shoulders.  We gaze into each other's eyes, then kiss again. He presses his rigid dick firmly against my own erection. " Will you fuck me?", he asks, playfully. I smile, grab him firmly by his buttocks, and reply, "Yes, but only on one condition; that you stop cruising for sex down at the park. A body as nice as yours is a gift from god, even if you don't believe it. You should take more care of what is so precious to us both, Padraic". He smiles, and responds, "Yes, Father. Mea Culpa. Misereri mei."

He is very sweet this night, and very willing. When my penis enters him, there is almost no resistance, and his joy at recieving me was overwhelming. I fuck him slowly, wanting to extend our lovemaking for as long as possible, to extend the excitement we both feel. When we climax, we do so nearly simultaneously. Afterwards, we clean ourselves up, and I cuddle under the blankets with my boy held close to my body.

"You know, it WAS stupid of me to take chances like that", he says unexpectedly, "I mean, you love me, and we have great sex, and....well.....I wonder if I'm a bad influence on Colin and Phillip." Rolling onto my side, I respond, "I don't think you have too much to worry about with Colin; he has some pretty strong ideas of what he does and doesn't want from life. Now, Phillip, on the other hand...." Padraic sighs, "Yeah, Phillip......he's gonna be a star...I just hope he doesn't burn out too fast..."

"Gee, Pad, that's pretty much what I worry about with you", I say, adding, "between going after all those rough, older guys for money and your desire to correct all the wrongs in the world, I fear for you." Padraic smiles, and responds, "Aww, you're sweet. Almost as sweet as my brother...I can see why you like him." I lean on one arm, and respond, "Padraic, I LIKE Colin a lot, but I LOVE you. Colin only comes to me when both you and Phillip are not available."

Padraic lays his head back into his pillow. "Yeah, I know. I don't really have a problem with you and Colin seeing each other, it's just, well.....I still find it hard to see my little brother suddenly acting so mature and so.....so fucking sexual. I don't think he needs my protection any more....he's as big as me, and in many ways, stronger, too." I place my hand on Padraic's shoulder, "Pad, you did a good job; Colin is turning into a beautiful, confident young man, and it's at least partly because of your help. Trust me, he'd be lost without your guidance" We kiss, and sleep soundly.

When we wake up in the morning, I get up first and start getting breakfast ready. I make coffee for myself, and since both Padraic and Colin stop by so often, I also have Irish breakfast tea, so I make a pot for Padraic. After a quick shower, Padraic comes down wearing a robe, and sits down at the breakfast table. While we are eating, there is a knock at the side door. I go over and open it, to find Colin, dressed in his school jacket and tie.

"Colin, come on in", I say, ushering him into the kitchen. He puts his book bags down on the floor, and starts speaking; "Pad, what the hell happened?", he asks, as he walks over to his brother. Padraic looks down at the floor, and mumbles, "I got jumped by some junky...", to which Colin interrupts, saying, "Oh, RIIIGHT, like I'm gonna believe THAT." Colin sits down, and continues, "Pad, you're not fooling me, an' don't think your fooling mum any more, either. You gotta stop this shit before you really get hurt or even killed. If somebody murders you, don't expect me to be a pallbearer at your funeral!"

Padraic stares at the floor, trying to keep from crying. Colin softens a bit, and puts his hands on his brother's shoulders. "Padraic, you're the best older brother I could ever ask for. Please, PLEASE don't take risks like that again." Colin then leans forward, and kisses his brother on the cheek. They stand up, and embrace each other. "Oh, Colin...you are too good to me", Padraic says quietly. He brushes a tear from his eye.

I watch as Colin embraces his older brother. As strong and athletic as Padraic is, it was a bit of a shock to see him being comforted by his younger, but now larger brother. Colin looks concerned, yet compassionate as he holds his brother in his arms."I....I'd better get dressed", Padraic says, holding back his emotions. I tell him that his clothes are in the dryer, and he goes down to the basement to get them.

Colin turns to me, and says, "I don't understand what it is with him. I mean, it's one thing to chase after older guys, but why does he risk his safety by cruising for some cheap fuck down in that damn park after dark?" I sigh, and answer him, "I guess he's just looking for danger. I can't explain it, and I wish he wouldn't do it, but, what can I do? Guys like you and me just don't see the excitement, I guess." Colin looks at me, and responds, "Yeah, I guess....I mean, you know I'm no prude, but.....well......I suppose there are some things that I just can't imagine doing."

I offer Colin a seat, and he joins me in a cup of hot tea, while Padraic dresses. "Thanks, man, for taking care of Pad", he says, holding the teacup in his hand, and adding, "...and, thanks for all the other stuff you do for us, too." "Don't worry about it-I'm happy to be of service, any time, day or night", I tell him.  Colin continues, "Y'know, last night, our mum an' I had a talk. She made this comment about 'knowing that she wasn't going to have any grandchildren' from Padraic, and, well, I told her that she probably shouldn't expect any from me, either."

He pauses for a few seconds, as I realize what he is telling me. Then he continues, "She said to me, then, 'Oh, Colin, you as well?', an' I said, 'Sorry, mum, that's just the way we both are'".  I take a deep breath, and respond, "Gee, Colin,  that's .... wow .... your honesty and candor is amazing. I hope it works out well for you, but ..... man,  you took a big risk. I'm  actually quite proud of you, but I hope it doesn't cause you problems later.."

"I think I'll be fine", he replies, "Mum is really very understanding. Umm ... she's figured out about you an' Pad, and is OK with that. I guess she knows about me an' Phillip, she's not daft, after all, but, I ...umm ...  think it'd be for the best if she didn't know about what we have, at least not for now." I smile, and ask in a quiet voice, "You mean, she might not be as understanding if she found out her sweet, freckled boy also likes buttfucking with bigger boys?" Colin chuckles, "Yeah, I guess, or maybe even how big a dick I can take up my butt.... there are some things that a mother just doesn't need to know."

Padraic re-joins us in a couple of minutes, dressed in his now-clean clothing. "Do I look OK?", he asks. I look at his face, and say, "Well, you've got a bit of a shiner there, but otherwise, yeah, you look OK." Colin joins in, saying, "I got your book bag here with me-I didn't add or take anything out, so I hope all you need is in there." Colin hands him the bag, and Padraic thanks him.

"Since it's getting late, and Colin's school is the other direction, let me give you both a ride to school", I tell them. They gather their bags, and we quickly leave together.

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Sorry this chapter took so long to post. I've been quite busy at work lately, and really haven't had the time. I'll try to post a new chapter every week or 2 (I have at least 4 more, before the finale, and depending on input from readers and other ideas, perhaps more..). In the meantime, keep sending your letters!