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Subject: Do As You’re Told – Chapter Twenty-Six Do As You’re Told Chapter Twenty-Six: In My Heart If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. WARNING: this chapters contains scenes that some might find upsetting. MONDAY 18TH MARCH 2019 Malcolm: [I told Andy I’ve been cheating on him. I told him so that I don’t have to do it anymore. So that I don’t need to be with you. Goodbye, Rhys.] Rhys had been apoplectic when he had read the message on Sunday morning and had seethed in a mire of rage all day. Rhys had text Malcolm back, spitting and cursing but received no reply. Rhys didn’t even know if Andy – with whom he worked – knew it was him that Malcolm had been cheating. Rhys avoided him anyway and Andy neither sought him out nor actively ignored him. Rhys had barely contained his shitty mood with his students, snapping a few times but never stepping over the bounds of appropriate language or behaviour with them. He disdainfully scrunched up the memo from the Head Teacher about the upcoming mental health awareness week, harshly marked the latest round of homework and generally sulked. Rhys was still furious when midday rolled around – he now had a free slot in his day in which to catch up on marking – and he was not in the mood to talk when Micah walked in. “I sent you a video. Did you get it?” Micah asked excitedly. Micah had been a busy boy – at the same time as Rhys had fucked Malcolm at The Fourth and then been dumped, Micah had taken Adam for a walk. The video of Adam was an exquisite example of the ingenuity of teenagers; Rhys had to concede he would never have thought of it. It showed Adam totally naked, jerking off and then cumming in the street, his fingers and cock then cleaned by the mouth of a very handsome younger boy. Pictures of Adam naked and outdoors had also been attached but the video was absolutely the best part. Except Rhys was not in the mood to talk and certainly not in the mood to stroke the ego of the self-congratulating boy in front of him. “I got it. Good work. Now piss off,” Rhys replied. Micah made a face and did what most people do when someone takes a shitty mood out on them, he adopted the same mood. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Micah challenged. Rhys counted slowly before replying; “I’m not in the mood to talk. Just get lost, Micah.” “Talk? Who cares about talking, I was gonna offer to suck your balls,” Micah said. Rhys couldn’t help but grin. Micah was a piece of work – just like him. “I’d rather see you suck Adam’s balls,” Rhys admitted. “I’d have done more than just that on Saturday if I’d had my way,” Micah admitted, sounding disappointed that things hadn’t turned out. “But my friends were watching and Adam was moaning like a little bitch.” “Fuck him,” Rhys replied offhandedly. “Oh believe me, I haven’t given up,” Micah replied, misconstruing Rhys’ reply for defeatism. Rhys’ felt the idea blossom quickly but it was no less cold and calculating. “No, Micah…” Rhys reiterated; “Fuck him!” Micah liked helping. Rhys had been in a bad mood and now he was happy – it was Micah’s good deed for the day. Micah sent Adam a text instructing him to meet him in the science block on the second floor at lunch time. Micah arrived first, dashing up the blue stairs, and found a suitably vacant classroom – then he text Adam with the room number. When Adam entered, Micah told him to close and lock the door. “What do you want, Micah?” asked Adam wearily. “I want you to lock the fucking door… Actually, leave it open if you like but take your clothes off either way,” Micah commanded. Adam hung his head, “No. Come on, you had your fun on Saturday…” “Don’t tell me no!” Micah said testily; “Strip. Now. Then close the door.” Adam’s argument had already cost him the risk of being caught undressing so he kept quiet and took off his blazer, his tie and his shirt. He cast a glance at the open door – ears alert to teacher of pupils coming along the corridor at this time of day it was unlikely but not impossible. “Close the door then,” Micah said in a bored voice. Adam crossed the room, shirtless while Micah checked out his smooth back and arse packed inside school trousers. “My favourite part of Saturday was when the younger boy put your dick in his mouth. Did you like that too?” Micah asked. Adam knew Micah was just trying to wind him up and degrade him and wouldn’t give his nemesis the satisfaction. Adam shrugged while he slipped off his shoes and socks. “Don’t shrug Adam, it’s rude,” Micah chastised him cheerily. “What was your favourite part?” Adam was unzipping his trousers and pushing them down while he thought of a reply. It was so much easier to just appease Micah than to resist him. When had he given up? When had he accepted this was his lot in life? “I guess I liked it when…” Adam only just avoided saying Lewis’ name; he didn’t want to explain that he knew the boy. “…When the boy sucked my fingers.” “I knew you enjoyed this kinky stuff,” Micah said. The sentence put the responsibility back on Adam – he was being made to do these things but he enjoyed them so it was ok. Right? “I also liked putting my clothes back on,” Adam added. “And now you’ve ruined it,” Micah laughed. Then, in a demanding tone; “Take your undies off!” Adam pushed the briefs down and waited. His clothes were piled around his feet, scattered on the floor – like flotsam and jetsam. Micah just scrutinised Adam for a while, slowly taking off his own blazer so he was just in shirtsleeves – his tie bisected by the schools colours. “I loved it when you said you didn’t get embarrassed. You were totally naked in front of four fully clothed boys… fuck, I love that C.M.N.M. stuff,” Micah said with a wicked grin. “Can I get dressed again now?” Adam asked. “No,” Micah replied. Micah pulled out his phone – it had been making more and more of an appearance of late – and selected the camera app. He beckoned Adam closer and took a series of selfies – all of them featured Adam naked and Micah in his school uniform. After a minute, Micah grabbed Adam’s cock and brought it to life – Adam felt betrayed by his own erection given his feelings of disgust towards Micah. Micah took another few pics – Adam still naked and now erect and he still in his uniform. “Bend over the desk. I wanna play with your ass,” Micah said wiggling a finger and then wiggling two fingers. When Adam didn’t move, Micah called up the last picture he’d taken of a naked Adam, tapped it once and pressed share – Adam took the hint and Micah got his way so he stopped and cancelled the picture. “Save us both time next time and do as you’re told,” Micah said bitterly. Bending over the desk, his chest flat on in and his cock trapped between the surface and his own body, Adam prepared himself for Micah’s fingers. However, Micah had chosen the science room for a reason. He quickly snapped cable ties around each of Adam’s wrists and secured them to the gas outlets on the far end of the desk. Adam was now sprawled across the desk, with his arms wide open and his ass invitingly presented. “Wait, stop! Micah let me up,” Adam pleaded. “Pipe down, someone will hear you whinging,” Micah warned him; “I just don’t want you squirming when I try to put my fist inside.” Micah cackled cruelly but actually sounded like he was joking – Adam certainly hoped so. Micah placed a cool finger that felt wet and slippery against Adam’s hole. He was glad that the finger was lubed at least. The finger slid in without too much difficulty and Adam could feel the tip entering, the knuckle popping its way past the sphincter and finally all the way inside. Micah finger fucked Adam with his index finger, looking around to see Adam’s dribbling cock wedged against the desk. Micah pulled the finger out but only to press two fingers against Adam’s hole. With his free hand, Micah slid it up Adam’s bare back and then over his left flank, teasing his fingers towards Adam’s armpit and then under to pinch his nipple. Micah’s hand didn’t seem to know where to go next and Adam could feel Micah’s hard cock throbbing inside his trousers, his groin press firmly against Adam’s buttock. The fingers came out and Adam relaxed at the reprieve. His cock still betrayed him, remaining achingly hard and Adam had to stand on his tip toes to avoid straining his arms. It came as a surprise to feel something new against his anus – not that he really thought Micah was done. It surprised him that the new pressure against his ass was bigger and… “No. No, Micah,” said Adam forcefully. Micah’s cock was pressed against Adam’s sphincter and Micah was afraid he would cum prematurely. “Please stop,” Adam added. “Shhh,” Micah said; “I’m still recording, you don’t want to sound pathetic, do you?” Adam relaxed as the head of Micah’s condom-clad cock popped in; sliding in more easily after the fingers had loosened him up. Micah pushed his cock inside with caution, realising that the warm cavity and the friction would only bring him closer to orgasm if he rushed it. Adam could feel Micah’s shirttails tickle the small of his back but escort bayan could feel bare thighs touching his own – Micah’s underwear and trousers were around his ankles. “I know you like ass-fucking, Adam. I know you’re hard,” whispered Micah. As Micah pulled back for the first time, Adam felt his sphincter alternately tighten and relax against the uninvited cock. Adam choked back a whimper and thought of Robin; Robin who was far better endowed, Robin with whom Adam dreamed about… Robin was fucking his ass. The sensation of penetration was confusing for Adam felt great pleasure, mixed with pain that could have been physical or emotional. Adam’s cock was rock hard, rubbing against the desk beneath him and when his body pressed down on it, the warm flesh of his abdomen excited the pulsing head of his dick. Adam continued to fantasise that Robin was behind and inside him, his hot body pressed against him and when hands gripped his buttocks, it was Robin’s hands Adam was imagining. Not Micah’s dirty paws. Micah got into a rhythm of thrusts that made slapping noises when he pushed back in – thighs against thighs and pubis against buttocks, even Micah’s balls swung like a pendulum to hit warm flesh. Adam closed his eyes and felt his own cock mashed into the desk beneath his body. Despite the unwanted invasion, Adam was edging closer to an orgasm and when it arrived, the hot cum sprayed and spurted over the desk. The pool of hot seed was smeared over the desk, Adam’s stomach and dribbles splashed onto bare feet. “I knew you fucking loved it,” Micah muttered when he saw the mess of spunk. Micah was making it very hard to fantasise Robin into this scenario – it wasn’t exciting, tender or intense like Adam’s encounters with Robin were. It was… boring. It felt wrong. However, Micah was enjoying himself. Micah felt sensations in his cock that he’d never felt before – it felt incredible; the wrap of the sphincter on his cock, the warm interior of Adam’s anus, the friction as he pulled back and pushed in. “Oh… Micah,” Adam whimpered. Micah gave one, two, three more thrusts and then came himself. Adam was too numb to feel the cum inside him but was grateful it was contained within a condom – he felt violated enough as it was. It was only as Micah pulled out that Adam considered his coping mechanism had been to think of Robin rather than Shiro. He felt guilty about it and sought to rationalise the substitution. Since Shiro (and not Robin) was his boyfriend, it was better not to associate this debasing experience with him. Adam felt Micah’s hot breath on his neck as the boy leaned close and whispered; “I’m so tempted to just leave you like this.” Adam felt Micah step back and check out the vision before him. “Bare fucking naked, arms tied, cock and skin covered in cum, your ass gaping… shit, the second years would get a real kick out of seeing a big boy like this,” Micah goaded Adam. Adam could sacredly imagine being caught by a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds – but he didn’t want to be caught by anyone no matter what age they were. When Adam failed to speak, Micah got bored by the lack of reaction. Micah cut the cable ties and Adam was free to stand up straight. Micah was pulling off the condom and tying it and then pulled up his trousers. He hadn’t even undressed for it but Adam did see Micah slipping his phone into his pocket. “Look at this,” Micah said. He reached forward and scooped Adam’s cum from his stomach; “You made a mess of yourself. You liked that boy licking your fingers, so you can lick mine.” Micah pressed his cum coated fingers into Adam’s mouth, feeding the still-naked boy his own cum. Adam held onto his fear and disgust, his shame and the desire to weep; he held it tight until it burned his soul. “I can tell why you liked getting your fingers sucked. Do you want me to suck that clean for you?” Micah asked – proffering to suck Adam’s deflating cock. Micah’s offer was in earnest, Adam could tell; indeed, Micah behaved as if nothing unnatural had happened. Micah’s blindness was shocking. What Micah did! “No,” Adam replied as he hurriedly pushed past Micah to put on his underwear; “No.” Adam felt the word run around his head and felt ashamed for it. He felt ashamed of not having said it once Micah was inside him, he felt ashamed that it had been ignored and he felt ashamed for having achieved orgasm. As Adam got dressed, a litany of refusal that he wished he’d aired filled his head. “You can get rid of this for me,” Micah said, plopping his cum-filled condom on the desk. “And you might want to clean up your own dick juice.” Adam heard Micah pass him and watching his back as he headed to the classroom door. Adam was more or less decent – just his tie to tie and his shoes to lace but he wished Micah had waited just another minute – but he still had cum clean up. With that done, Adam left the classroom minutes later and passed Arthur on his way downstairs. “Hey, buddy. Where have you been?” Art asked. “Hi. I’m not feeling great…” Adam replied, ignoring the question. “You look a little rough,” Arthur admitted; “You want me to take you home? Make you a cuppa, fill your hot water bottle, tuck you in?” Adam stopped, the words hit his back and from anyone else Adam would have assumed they were taking the piss. But Arthur’s concern was earnest and while Adam wouldn’t venture to test his friend’s nursing skills, it was a sweet offer. It made Adam feel grateful. Adam was infinitely grateful to Arthur for his friendship. If Art had asked what was wrong, Adam feared he would tell his friend everything. He replied before Arthur could say anything else. “That’s ok…” Adam said as he turned to see his best friend; “I think I want to be alone.” Adam descended the rest of the stairs and headed home – skipping his last two classes. WEDNESDAY 20TH MARCH 2019 “Are you alright?” asked Vincent. He had stepped outside into the lukewarm sun; Andy was outside and sitting on a low wall behind the school. Technically the school had a no-smoking policy but the ‘cool kids’ knew of a few places where they could smoke without getting harangued; Andy sat apart from the students indulging in cigarettes or vaping. Andy himself held a cigarette between his fingers, resting his hand on his knee in between puffs, “Yup,” Andy answered; “Same as yesterday and the day before.” Vincent knew “are you ok?” was an annoying question to ask someone who was not ok, but he felt powerless to help and had to say something. “You used to only smoke on a night out,” Vincent observed. Andy gave Vincent an irritated look and heaved a sigh as he took long a drag from his cigarette. It wasn’t like Andy – to smoke or be irritated. His breakup from Malcolm was not quite common knowledge around the school, but Vincent had heard whispers that stopped whenever Andy was around. Vincent knew Andy would hate being the talk of the steamie and as a friend to both men, Vincent felt a sense of responsibility. “I’m worried about you,” Vincent said gently. Vincent took a seat next to Andy, the acrid odour of the smoke bothered him but not enough to avoid being supportive. “I broke up with my boyfriend. It’s not the end of the world,” Andy replied but his usual laidback levity had been missing all week. “And he cheated on you,” said Vincent. This was the only detail he was privy to about what had gone on between Malcolm and Andy. “Yea, that didn’t help things,” Andy admitted dryly but then chuckled. Vincent found himself joining in Andy’s soft laughing but he felt uneasy too. Vincent didn’t know who Malcolm had been fooling around with – he didn’t know if Andy knew – but he had observed Rhys being in a foul mood too… Vincent told himself he was being paranoid. Besides, did it matter with whom Malcolm had been unfaithful – Malcolm was the one in a relationship so it was he who had a responsibility to observe fidelity. “I intended to break up with Malcolm anyway…” Andy said unprompted. “We’ve been drifting apart for a while and I don’t feel the way I used to about him. Then when he cheated on me, it made it easier…” “People do shitty things sometimes,” Vincent said sagely. “I thought I’d be relieved when I finally had the courage to tell Malcolm that I wanted to end things. But now I feel empty and,” Andy chuckled humourlessly, “…cheated of having a clean break. No pun intended. It wasn’t you was it?” Vincent was stunned by the question. Is that what Andy thought? “No,” protested Vincent. “Because I think I have a pretty good instinct for things,” Andy replied – not knowing Malcolm was cheating notwithstanding – “And you’ve definitely got a secret fuckbuddy.” “Yea, you met him on Saturday. Charlie, remember?” Vincent replied. Andy smiled humorously, making him look haunted and grim, his eyes narrowed as if he sensed deception. Of course Vincent was lying – or obfuscating at least, but he could hardly admit to fucking a teenage student, could he? “But the thing with Charlie is new. You’ve been hiding something for months,” Andy pressed on. Vincent hadn’t realised that Andy had been so observant and wondered if his friend had any idea he was fucking a student. Vincent took a moment before replying before speaking – he needed to compose himself and he didn’t want Andy digging any deeper. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Vincent asked, avoiding actually kocaeli escort bayan addressing the accusation of hiding something. “None of my business I guess,” admitted Andy but his voice was loaded with reservation. “Why are you asking now?” Vincent pressed the issue. “Because Malcolm cheated on me. And if you’ve been seeing someone for months, but you’re now dating Charlie… it makes me wonder if you’re still seeing the other guy?” Andy asked. Vincent’s lack of reply said everything. Andy stood up and flicked the spent cigarette away. If it was any consolation, Andy seemed to believe that Vincent wasn’t cheating with Andy, but his disapproval made Vincent feel very guilty. It wasn’t a consolation at all. “People do shitty things sometimes, right?” Andy said – echoing Vincent’s words back. “Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t that simple?” Vincent asked with his eyes downcast. “At least you have the good grace to be ashamed of yourself,” Andy observed. “I think you could do better, that’s all. And Charlie is a nice guy, I think he deserves better too.” Andy left Vincent outside to think about the men in his life. Man and boy. Vincent sent Cameron a text and arranged a risky rendezvous. It was always a risk to talk intimately at school, never more so than now – when Andy was on high-alert. Vincent had been uncomfortable about duplicity for weeks but Andy had put it into sharp focus and he felt he had to talk now. Vincent hadn’t gotten as far as thinking about what he wanted to do – continue the double love-life or end things with one or both of them? Perhaps Cameron’s response would inspire a course of action. Cameron had barely locked the classroom door when Vincent started talking. “I met someone,” he said. “I’m sorry?” asked Cameron – not because he hadn’t heard but because the phrase could mean any number of things. “Charlie. I told you about him. He moved back here a few months ago,” Vincent said slowly. There was a long pause before Cameron spoke. “And you just happened to meet him?” Cameron asked slowly and his face was a mask. “Not exactly,” Vincent said. “Have you fucked him?” Cameron asked, cutting straight to it. “Umm…” Vincent hadn’t expected Cameron to be so quick or to be so direct about it. He didn’t actually answer the question but Cameron was a smart boy – he knew Vincent and Charlie had been intimate – Vincent didn’t actually have to say it. “Cameron, I didn’t mean to start things with him,” Vincent said sorrowfully. “But he’s the first boy you ever fell in love with,” Cameron reminded him. “When you got in touch you must have known something might happen.” “Charlie asked me to go back to his place, what could I say?” Vincent said stupidly. “No… You could have said no,” Cameron replied. Vincent dropped his gaze again – he hadn’t been able to look Andy in the eye so he certainly couldn’t look Cameron in the eye. “Do you love him?” Cameron asked softly. His voice was gentle and close – Vincent hadn’t noticed the boy had closed the space between them. When he looked up, Cameron didn’t look angry or even disappointed – he looked reassuring. “I don’t know anymore,” Vincent replied. Vincent had told Cameron that Charlie was the first boy he ever fell in love with. Charlie was also the first person he ever fell out of love with. Now he was faced with the possibility that the feelings he’d had never really gone away? Or they had been re-awoken, reignited, reborn; Vincent didn’t know what to do with that. “Maybe you don’t know because you were too scared last time. And you’re scared to this time too,” Cameron said. Vincent looked at Cameron and was reminded how young the boy was – only eight years younger but still a boy – yet he spoke with maturity and wit. Did Cameron know what love is? Had Cameron ever been in love? Did Cameron love him? “I thought you would be angrier than this,” Vincent said. “Well I’m not fucking thrilled about it,” Cameron said drolly. They both smiled and sniggered. “Look… I’m going to Glasgow after the summer. You must have thought about this… that we might not make it?” Cameron said. It had occurred to Vincent and the teacher wasn’t sure why he was so surprised that Cameron had thought about it too. “I hadn’t expected Charlie to come back into my life. I thought we’d have more time,” Vincent replied mournfully. “Me too,” admitted Cameron; “But I want you to be happy with or without me.” “You don’t love me, do you?” Vincent asked – he hoped he didn’t sound pathetic asking a seventeen year old if he was in love with him. “I don’t know what that is. But I know I care about you,” Cameron answered; “And you are in my heart,” said Cameron. It was the same thing he had told Robin of his feeling for the teacher. “And I know I want you,” Cameron added cheekily. “You still want me?” Vincent asked with surprise. “Yea. Mostly on your knees,” Cameron joked. Vincent felt half way elated by the proposition. “It could be arranged,” Vincent replied. “Does Charlie know about me?” Cameron asked, not quite ready to move on from the serious conversation. “No. I wanted to tell you first,” Vincent confessed. “Well… since you already need to tell him you’ve been fucking an innocent seventeen year old school boy…” Cameron said degradingly in his bedroom voice and with a wicked grin. Cameron sank to his knees and pushed his face into Vincent’s groin. The boy massaged Vincent’s growing cock with his nose and mouth – kissing the fabric of Vincent’s trousers and watching the tumescence expand. Cameron lifted his hands to grab Vincent’s buttocks, squeezing them and pulling the man’s groin into his own face so he could smell the musk and mash his face into the throbbing penis. How quickly the lust of adolescence can be inspired and engaged. Vincent nearly got whiplash from the change of tack. Cameron soon moved his hands from the teacher’s arse to the front where they opened Vincent’s belt and trousers. He was about to pull them down but first he looked up earnestly. “You can say no to this you know,” Cameron said sincerely. “Yes, know. I’ve always known,” Vincent replied but he didn’t say the word. Vincent was happy with his role – happy to submit and happy to let Cameron command him. Cameron slid the trousers along with the teacher’s underwear to his ankles. He slipped off the man’s shoes and then pulled the bundle of clothes away. After a protracted gaze at his bare legs and exposed penis, Cameron smirked at Vincent. “Look at yourself,” Cameron said as the grasped the teacher’s cock in a tight fist and licked the tip with an exploratory tongue; “A teacher, naked from the waist down except for his stupid socks and waving your big dick in my face.” Vincent said nothing while Cameron slid his hands up and down Vincent’s thighs and then popped the head of his cock in his mouth again with slurping noises that were unnecessarily and deliberately noisy. “And what am I, Mr Wilson?” asked Cameron – reminding the man of his place. “A boy,” Vincent gasped in between strokes and kisses to his dick. “What kind of boy,” Cameron asked. Cameron was looking up, doe-eyed, while fondling Vincent’s testicles. The velvety sac with a sparse nest of hair like little kiwi fruits. “My boy,” Vincent said. Cameron sniggered; “Cute, but try to stay in character.” “A schoolboy,” Vincent said quietly. Cameron swatted his cock for not answering satisfactorily. “Louder,” Cameron ordered. “A schoolboy,” Vincent repeated. Cameron responded by pulling off Vincent’s socks and then standing up and taking a seat in the front row of the classroom. The last time they had engaged a similar scenario had been three months ago; Vincent had gotten naked and then Cameron had fucked him on his own desk while still dressed in his school uniform. Vincent had watched his seventeen year old lover, his cock protruding from his trousers and shirt framing either side of his cock while he was fucked – it was a good memory. Cameron remembered too but had other ideas this time. He wanted to keep the focus on his domination and on Vincent’s submission so he would not be showing the man his cock, despite the great desire to beat off. “Take off your shirt and tie,” Cameron told him. Vincent trembled with anticipation this time. He was at the front of his own class room, naked from the waist down, and stripping his last stitch of clothing. As a teacher, Vincent was not attracted to boys, plural. Vincent was only attracted to one boy – only Cameron. Yet he could picture the classroom full of boys watching his degradation unfold and that was exciting – only in fantasy, the prospect of reality was frightening. Back to the fantasy. Vincent unbuttoned the shirt and loosened the tie and then slipped the shirt off his shoulders and everything dropped on the floor. Vincent had expected another command but Cameron just looked at him as he stood there bare naked and fidgeting nervously. Time extended with Cameron only watching the teacher, scrutinising him with vivid eyes and making the man feel even more naked. Vincent’s hands hovered around his thighs and tentatively covered his limping cock as Cameron gave no indication of what would happen next. “Look at yourself,” Cameron said just as he had ten minutes ago. Vincent did look – his bare feet, his pubes appearing above his cupped kocaeli escort hands, the trail of hair above that reached his belly button; his arms were bare and his chest tingled under the lights and the glare of his teenaged lover. “Your clothes are scattered around the room,” Cameron said. “Yes,” Vincent answered quietly. “Let me see that pathetic penis of yours. Put your hands behind your head,” Cameron demanded. Vincent complied and Cameron responded by sitting back in his chair and enjoying the view. “Keep one hand where it is and use the other to stroke yourself, Mr Wilson.” Vincent readily obeyed, wrapping his hand around his floppy cock and stoking it back to full mast. He turned his head to look into his own armpit where the hair was exposed, the concave of the axila curving until it reached his pale brown nipple. “Edge it, Mr Wilson. This is your lesson… keep control of yourself,” Cameron said. Vincent watched Cameron as he stroked his cock and Cameron most certainly watched him. Cameron’s choice of words had a critical edge – if he’d controlled himself instead of having sex with Charlie at the first opportunity, this wouldn’t be happening. “This is your classroom, Mr Wilson,” Cameron reminded him; “Imagine you’re giving a sex-ed lesson. Use your other hand to play with your ass.” Vincent circled his ass with his fingers and probed the hole without ever pushing his fingers inside. The sensitivity of the area surrounding the anus was itself enough to pleasure him. Vincent watched the boy in the front row sit back in his chair to watch the show. “Spread your legs a bit wider,” Cameron told him. Vincent did, his feet shifting to offer slightly new sensory information that reminded him he was barefoot. “Do you want to cum, Mr Wilson?” Cameron asked. “Yes Cameron,” he replied breathlessly. “Mr Wilson, you’re so big,” Cameron said mockingly. Cameron was not being insincere, only jeering. Vincent had to slow down to stop himself from cumming and his left hand had made its way from his ass to his nipple where it gave a little pinch. “Mr Wilson, your balls must be getting blue?” Cameron phrased it like a question. “Yes Cameron,” Vincent answered. “I think you should ask the class nicely if you’re allowed to… you know,” Cameron heckled. “Cameron, can I please cum?” Vincent begged. “The whole class, Mr Wilson. You’re teaching all the boys about sex. What does a boy do when he gets as excited as you, Mr Wilson?” Cameron was the only one taking up a seat but the taunt was another reminder of the role-play that was occurring. Vincent had not failed to notice that while he was totally naked at the front of the class, Cameron had remained fully clothed. Cameron had not even let his dick out for a peek – he sat in the front row of the classroom in his pristine uniform to watch the teacher jerk off and was enjoying every second. “A man ejaculates when he’s excited, Cameron. I mean boys,” said Mr Wilson. “Please continue, Mr Wilson. Tell us what you want,” prompted Cameron. “Please class… let me cum?” Vincent pleaded. “That’s not a very scholarly way of asking. Mr Wilson, please use correct vernacular to make your request. Tell us all what you’re doing first,” Cameron said to maintain the illusion of a full class. “Class, I’m glad you’re all here for the sexual education class,” Vincent said; “It’s good to see so many teenage boys have turned up to watch me do this. My name is Mr Wilson and I am masturbating.” Vincent nearly giggled when the teacher spoke so he put up his and for permission to speak. “Yes, Cameron. Do you have a question?” Vincent asked. “Yes sir. What does masturbate mean?” Cameron asked with an almost straight face. “Masturbation means, to stimulate one’s genitals, usually with one’s hand, for sexual pleasure. It means to practice onanism, to touch oneself… to play with oneself,” Vincent explained. His hand pumped less furiously as time went on because he cock was ready to burst at the first hint from Cameron. Just a few moments ago Cameron had told him to edge and to learn to control himself, to think before he spurts. “Wow sir… that sounds great. What happens at the end?” Cameron asked. “Well class… at the end… one ejaculates,” Vincent answered. Cameron raised an eyebrow; “What does that mean, Mr Wilson?” “Ejaculation is the ejection of semen at the moment of sexual climax. Some boys call it cumming,” Vincent explained. “Wow. Why would teenage boys like me do that sir?” Cameron asked “Because it feels good, Cameron. It feels very very good when boy masturbates,” Vincent explained. “Are you a boy sir?” Cameron asked mischievously. “Yes. Well… I’m a man,” Vincent answered. “And can a man cum as well?” Cameron asked. “Yes Cameron.” “What do you think about, Mr Wilson? When you masturbate and ejaculate? What are you thinking about right now?” Cameron pondered. Vincent realised that for all the dominant games, Cameron had an insecure streak – he wanted to know that he wasn’t thinking about Charlie right now. “I think about the boy in the front row of my classroom,” Vincent responded. “What do you think about him?” Cameron asked gleefully. “I think about him naked. I think about his penis which is nearly as big as mine…” Vincent said. “How old is the boy?” Cameron asked. The age between them was a constant reminder of the taboo. “He is seventeen and I am twenty-five,” Vincent replied. Vincent had to let go of his cock for a moment – it bounced from his hand and slapped against his abdomen to leave a gooey streak of pre-cum. “His penis is nearly as big as mine,” Vincent repeated; “But the boy is tall and skinny, his skin is white and silky, and his eyes are brown and innocent.” “Mr Wilson, can you tell the class what do you want to do to the boy?” Cameron asked – speaking of himself in the third person. “I want to slowly take all his clothes off. I want him to stand passively while I expose him and then excite him,” Vincent said with a tremble of excitement. Cameron grinned approvingly. “Then I want to touch his penis until it becomes erect so I can masturbate him. If I could do it her, now, I’d let the other teenagers watch him as he became aroused. They’d watch while I caress his nipples and stroke his buttocks and then I’d kiss his skin and lick his testicles…” Vincent spoke in a measured tone and returned his hand to his erection. As the picture became increasing lewd, both Vincent and Cameron became more excited. “And I want to put my penis inside him,” added Vincent. “Put your penis inside him, Mr Wilson? What’s that called?” Cameron asked. “That is how gay men have sex. It’s called anal sex but some men call it fucking,” Vincent admitted. “Do you want to fuck the boy right now?” Cameron enquired. Vincent had only been inside Cameron once but he wanted it again. “I always want to fuck the boy,” Vincent replied. Cameron’s ego was finally sated. “I think you’ve earned the right to ejaculate now. Show the whole class how that’s done,” Cameron suggested. Vincent gripped his cock and stroked like a man on a mission. His left hand found his thigh and squeezed it, his fingers teasing their way towards his perineum as his cock teased its way towards a phenomenal orgasm. When he came, Vincent attempted to catch it in his left hand but the shots of cum bounced out of his cupped hand and sprayed onto the floor. The cum that remained in his hand became an uncontainable pool of semen that spilled onto his toes and feet. Vincent squeezed every last drop from his cock and looked up to Cameron. “Was that educational?” he asked. “Oh yes sir. I liked the sound of the things you wanted to do to that teenager as well,” Cameron replied. Vincent grinned and nodded. Cameron stood up and approached the numb teacher, lifted his hand and slurped the hot cum from his hand. Then his tongue lapped it up and kissed his palm for good measure. “Can I get dressed now, Cameron?” Vincent asked. “Sure,” Cameron replied; “I’ll clean up.” Cameron grabbed tissues of the teacher’s desk and stooped down. To Vincent’s surprise, Cameron kissed the blob of cum on his foot and licked it off. As Vincent redressed, Cameron used tissues to mop up the cum that had spilled on the floor. He could have licked it up but he was liable to get an STD off of the floor. “What are you going to tell Charlie?” asked Cameron. Vincent sighed and turned the question around; “What do you want me to tell him.” “It’s up to you. Really it is… I want you to be happy. But also safe,” Cameron answered. “So if you think he wouldn’t understand or he would get you into trouble… then don’t tell him about me.” “I don’t know what to tell him, Cameron,” Vincent admitted. They met each other’s eyes and then closed the gap between them and kissed – softly and tenderly. When they parted, Cameron was grinning. “I’d love for you to tell him that a seventeen year old school boy owns your ass,” Cameron teased. Vincent returned the grin. “Actually,” Vincent replied; “he might love that too.” For insight into why I chose to write Adam’s experiences the way I have, please visit my blogspot where I will explain. 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