Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2013 21:20:41 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Curtis Seduces: Chapter 10 (gay/adult-youth)

CURTIS SEDUCES - Chapter 10

This is the story of a teenage boy on his journey of self-discovery as he
engages on sexual experiences with various adult males. If this is not your
thing, or is illegal to read where you are, please click the exit button.
Otherwise enjoy. I appreciate your comments, instructions and participation
as the journey progresses. Contact details at the bottom. All usual
copyright pre-ambles and legal bits apply

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RECAP:

I lay there wondering how I was gonna be able to turn Mr. Wilde off me. Its
not that I didn't like him, its just that I was not interested in going for
seconds with anyone, I did not want to risk getting caught, or anyone
getting attached to me like that.

Before long my thoughts drifted away from Mr. Wilde in the direction of the
two new targets that I had met today, Jayden and Danilo, both young
good-looking (piff) straight guys that I was ready to break in Curtis
style. I took out my piece of paper, reminding myself of the situation with
the pregnant girls as things stood. Turned it over and wrote: 1) Vince the
Van Driver, 2) Antonio the Lifeguard, 3) Kemal, 4) Mr. Wilde, 5) Gary
Clarke, 6) PC Dave Stout, 7) Henry Shneider, 8) Coach Mark Strange, 9) PC
Collins.

The next guy was going to be number 10. This had to be a good one!

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CHAPTER 10:

I awoke with a smile on my face which is more than unusual for a Monday
morning, but I was feeling like a boss. Yesterday had certainly been a day
to remember; not only had I managed to outsmart the police, but I now had
two of them on firmly wrapped around my little finger, I had also put Henry
in his place, met some great new people and got a sick new tracksuit, also
my protégé Dwayne ticked his first conquest which I must admit made
me feel proud, and I was making good ground with Gamucharai, and on top of
all that, I actually made over a grand in one day. I sat up and re-counted
the thousand pound cash that Danilo had given me to pay for his rent (three
months in advance), I wrapped it with an elastic band with the £105 I
had in the brown envelope, and stuffed the money wrap up behind the bottom
of the radiator. I was not consciously thinking of whom I was hiding the
money FROM, but with a father like Marques, it is second nature to hide
anything of value, over the last couple of days I had noticed the most
random things missing from the kitchen and living-room.

I checked my phone remembering that I had not replied to Jaydon last night.
 'Sorry for not replying last night fam, I had a mad couple of days, I'll
tell you about it later, have a good day styl bro'

I also sent 'good morning beautiful, have a blessed day in college' to
Gamu, and 'Wassup fam, wuu2 after school?' to Dwayne.

Dwayne replied immediately 'Me and Sean are going swimming at 4, str8 after
school, u wanna come?'

'See u there fam'. I replied, looking forward to winding up Antonio the
life-guard about when I saw his girl shouting at him on Friday.

I put my navy blue dressing-gown on, ran to the kitchen to make mum a cup
of tea and carried it up to her room hoping to find her in a better mental
state than she had been in yesterday.

"Morning ma". I said, presenting her with her tea.

"Good morning Marques, my baby" she said, apparently completely confused.

"Ma, it's me, Curtis". I corrected her, but she did not pay any heed to the
correction, and blanked me. "Why don't you get out of bed, ma", I
suggested. "You can't spend another whole day lying in bed".

"What are you saying, Marques?" She carried on, "I need to rest, I'm
jet-lagged, it was a long flight and I'm tired". She said as she sipped her
tea.

Mum has only ever been on two planes. The first was before I was born, when
she flew to Jamaica on holiday, it was on that holiday that she met Marques
and their whirlwind romance ensued, and the second was the return flight, a
fortnight later. `How can she think she has jet-lag'? I thought.

"Ma, it's time to get up". I said forcibly, taking her by the arm and
'encouraging her to sit up. She complied, sliding her legs around and
sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping her tea again. I noticed that she
had a wet nightdress, and the bed sheets were also stained and soaking wet
where she had soiled herself. I lead her by the arm to the bathroom, and
told her to sit down on the closed toilet seat while I ran her a bath. I
squirted far too much bath-foam into the water to shield her nakedness from
me because I was aware that she was going to need assistance and I was not
certain that she had even remembered who I was.

I helped her to remove her nighty, and passed her robe to her, and while
the bath was running, I went back to her bedroom and stripped the bed,
taking her night-dress and wet sheets down to the kitchen and putting them
in the washing machine. I then lifted her mattress off the bed, and leaned
it against the radiator in her bedroom.  By this time the bath was run. Mum
was still sitting as I had left her. I helped her out of her robe, and into
the bath, I knelt on the floor by her, and, using a small plastic sea-side
style toy bucket that had evidently been in the storage tub in the bathroom
since I used to play with bath toys as a kid, I poured the water over her
shoulders using a large sponge to wash her back. She sat foetally, hugging
her knees as I washed her hair and rinsed her hair in like manner with the
little toy bucket.

Once clean, I assisted her to her feet, passed her robe to her again,
pulled the plug, and lead her to the couch in the living room. The bathroom
was a bit of a mess, and there was a trail of water all the way down the
corridor which I tidied up before having a quick shower myself, and
dressing in my school uniform.

I grabbed a t-shirt, bra, panties and some leggings from mums dresser and
placed them on the couch next to her suggesting that she "get dressed later
on, when you're dry, ma".

"Whatever you say Marques, my baby" she replied.

I made her another cup of tea, put a couple of Weetabix in two bowls and
warmed a mug of milk in the microwave, tipping it onto the Weetabix, and
squeezing some honey onto them. I woofed mine down in less than a minute
and took mums through to her with her second cup of tea.

I rushed back upstairs to pick up my school-bag and slid my feet into my
school shoes, as I did this I noticed my `list of names' on the bedside
cabinet, and I took a moment to glance at it reminding myself how things
stood, and promising to myself that I would try and do some further
investigating today. I ran downstairs, kissing mum goodbye and headed off
on my BMX towards school.

Along the High Street I could see the yummy mummy again ahead of me,
presumably walking back home from having dropped her child to school. As I
passed her, I skidded to a halt sliding my back wheel round so that I
turned to face her, beaming.

"Hello again Curtis" she smiled, "running late for school aren't we?"

"I wouldn't mind being an extra thirty minutes late" I winked.

"I wish", she said sounding genuine. "But my husband has the day off work
today, and he is waiting for me at home to take me to IKEA".

"And he can't wait thirty minutes?" I carried on the joke, not sure how
much reality there was in this flirtatious banter.

"I'll tell you what", she said, "Give me your phone number, and I'll text
you when I can sneak out one evening". She smiled, rooting through her fake
Prada handbag for her iPhone 4S.

"You're being serious, right?" I checked.

"Oh fuck", she looked embarrassed. "Aren't you?"

"Of course I am", I was too, I was just amazed, "How would I turn down the
hottest gyal in town. "I exaggerated, admitting to myself that she was
however probably in the top ten though. I took her phone and typed my
number in saving it as a new contact: Curtis Eight-Inches.  I handed the
phone back to her, and she put it back into her handbag. The ball was in
hear court. I didn't have her number, she had mine.

I leaned in, making out that I was going to kiss her cheek in a `friendly'
manner, but instead, planted a very slow and seductive kiss on the corner
of her mouth, intentionally leaving her unsure as to whether that kiss was
supposed to be on the cheek or on the lips. I winked, and rode of at speed.

I arrived at school a full twenty minutes late, and as I had missed
registration I had to go straight to reception to sign in there. On the way
from locking my BMX in the bike park, I checked my phone to put in on
silent, and noticed that both Gamu and Jaydon had replied to me. Gamu's
`awww thanks babe', put a big smile on my face, and Jaydon's `kewl famalam,
I'll call u for a chat 2nite' was also something to look forward to.

After signing in at reception I tried to sneak in to the back of the
assembly hall to catch the last five minutes of a presentation about drug
awareness or some such shit, but as I opened the door, Mr. Stewart the
headmaster spoke to me from the corridor. "Denton, why are you late?"

I realised that although I had a very valid excuse, considering that I had
spent the morning tending to my crazy mother, I could not let on the real
reason, in case they got social services involved and institutionalised my
mother, or put me into foster care. So I settled for avoiding answering at
all, and simply said. "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again".

"Lunch-time detention" he ordered. "And do not be late to that!" he added
as he continued up the corridor.

`Prick' I muttered under my breath once he was out of earshot. I abandoned
my attempt to join the assembly and went to wait outside my first class
instead.

As I was waiting there, Mr. Wilde appeared from an adjacent class-room,
spotted me and approached me saying "What are you doing here Curtis, the
bell hasn't gone yet, you should be in assembly".

"We all go to places we shouldn't from time to time sir", I said
sarcastically.

"Yes Curtis", he smiled, soon losing the smile when he realised that I
hadn't. "I'm sorry for calling you Curtis and for..."

"Stop fucking apologising sir, it makes you look pathetic", I spoke
frankly. "Sir, I enjoyed the, um, afternoon" I put it diplomatically, "that
we spent together last Thursday, but it was a blow-job I was after, not a
fucking relationship".

"I realise that mate", he replied, "but I could give you regular blow-jobs
or something, you know, like fuck-buddies".

"Nah sir, I've moved on, actually if you wanna hear the truth, I've moved
on several fucking times since Thursday already sir, I am a teenage boy
with a healthy appetite, and I wanna eat a freshly cooked meal every-day
sir, not last Thursday's leftovers. Besides sir, you don't even need me
sir, you have Amelia Sanderson sir".

"You KNOW I can't, Curtis". As he said that, I vaguely recalled him saying
something about Amelia on the phone last night, but I had been so pissed
off with him I was not listening intently enough to remember whether he had
confirmed that she was pregnant or not".

"So your saying she is pregnant then, sir?" I asked.

"I'm not saying anything", he looked relieved, confirming my suspicions
that he had probably told me she is one of the pregnant girls.

"OK then sir", I moved on, "Fuck Amelia Sanderson, you have two healthy
sons at home don't you?"

"Yes, Curtis", he confirmed, "And?"

"Problem solved."  I laughed, as Mrs. Platt walked around the corner into
the corridor we were `loitering in', "Or sir", I added, conspicuously
loudly, "You could pop into the storage cupboard and have a shifty wank,
sir". I winked as he went red-faced and tried not to get eye contact with
Mrs. Platt, the deputy head-teacher, whose job he was after when she
retires at the end of this term.

"I don't think I want to know what that is about, do I Curtis?" she asked.

"Miss", I said, purposely trying to worry Mr. Wilde, "Put it this way, if I
told you, I would have to kill you". She laughed, until I added, "Either
that or Mr. Wilde would have to kill me", and with that I held the door
open for her, and followed her into the class. She looked at me
worried. "Seriously miss; there is nothing to be concerned about". My smile
seemed to convince her.

History, art and double science came and went, and then the lunch-time bell
sounded. I rushed to the dinner-hall to get to the front of the line for my
free school meal of baked shit.  I pushed it around the plate with my fork
for a few minutes, before giving up any attempt to eat it, and made my way
to Room One, where the lunchtime detentions are held. On the way through
the playground I saw Tabita sitting on a bench eating her packed lunch, I
walked close behind her and whispered "Follow me", without turning around
to check if she was `obeying' I walked around the side of the main building
and up the narrow one metre gap between two temporary pre-fabricated
classrooms. At the end of the make shift `alleyway' there was a small `L'
shaped cubby hole that was completely out of sight.  She had followed me.
"I miss you" I said flirtatiously as she arrived.

"Curtis, I thought you were seeing someone else now" she said bluntly,
leaning against the wall of the temporary building, with one leg up against
the wall.

"Even if I was, babes", I moved close to her, and began to fondle the
strands of relaxed hair that hung playfully over her face, not being tied
up with the rest. "It would not mean that we could not link, for old-times
sake". I smiled, pressing my body gently against hers, and planting a kiss
on her lips. I could feel her breasts press against my chest, and her
heartbeat indicated that she was full of emotion.

I slid my hand up the thigh of her raised leg, up inside her skirt, and I
began to tug at her panties, trying unsuccessfully to pull them down, being
defeated by her struggles.

"No Curtis", she said softly, but firmly, "I can't".

I noticed a tear in her eye. "You can't, or you don't want to? becuase I
ain't trying to rape you here babes".

"I know that Curtis, but please, I can't". Tears were streaming down her
face. I felt her pain, I realised that she was pregnant, and assumed that
it must be mine. I placed my hand on the flat of her stomach, as though
prematurely trying to feel the quickening of the baby; I looked her in the
eyes with a `knowing' look. We clocked what each other were thinking. "It
is yours", she confirmed.

I held her close to me, showing genuine affection, I mean, I did actually
really like this girl, not as much as Gamu for sure, but a lot of questions
did start running through my head. I was not looking forward to meeting her
father for one; I had heard that he was a very strict and religious man,
like Gamu, Thandazi and Dwayne's dad. I remember Tabita's fear of her
father seeing her speaking to me in the kebab shop the other day.

"Who knows?" I asked her.

"Only my mum and dad, and my sister", she confirmed.

"I didn't know you had a sister" I questioned.

"She is older", Tabita confirmed, "She goes to a different school".

"Have they been cool about it?" I asked.

"I have refused to talk to them about it, they don't know about YOU, when
they ask me about the father, I just go quiet".

"Are you gonna keep it?"

"Of course" she sounded surprised at the question.

"Babes, I don't really know what to say, but I'm here, and I'm ready to
support you and the baby. I like you, you know, and I'll even face your dad
when I have to".

"Thanks", she dried her eyes, "It's just as well you can run fast", she
attempted a smile.

"It doesn't hurt the baby you know, if we..." I raised my eyebrows, smiling
and reached my hand down inside of her skirt and her panties".

"You are incorrigible, Curtis" she said, pulling my hand out of her
knickers, and slapping me on the arm playfully. I instinctively raised my
fingers to my nose to take a sniff. "And you are gross," she added. I
kissed her affectionately on the forehead and lead her back out into the
playground, leaving her to eat her lunch as I made my way to Room One for
the detention, which I was now ten minutes late for.

Would you believe my luck, Mr. fucking Wilde was administering the
detention. "You are eleven and a half minutes late Curtis." He said firmly
denying all trace of banter and history between us.

"And you sir, are a fucking retard, but at least I can improve on my
punctuality". The five other boys who were on detention, who were all
eleven or twelve years of age, either gasped or sniggered for a few
seconds, until those two extremes met in common bewilderment at the fact
that Mr. Wilde did not make any attempt to reply or me, or to discipline me
for my outburst. He didn't even tell me where to sit, so I sat at the back
directly between two year seven boys, who both looked directly at me, as
though they were looking at a celebrity. I relished the attention.

After about ten minutes of silence, I spoke up. "Sir" I said, feigning
humility and compliance, "May I address the other students sir on the error
of our ways?"

Mr. Wilde looked exasperated, "I don't think the other students want to
hear anything that you have to say, Curtis".

"Well sir", I mocked, "That doesn't stop you for banging on for five hours
a day does it".

"Are you going to be sensible, Curtis", he was worried where this was
leading.

"Sir", I looked him in the eyes, "I promise you, that you do not need to
worry about anything that I am going to say, sir".

Mr. Wilde stood up and motioned with his arm for me to come and join him at
the front of the class. As I walked forward, I undid my flies, and pulled
my long flaccid dick through the fly of my boxers so that it was hanging on
full display out of my trousers, knowing that there was no way Mr. Wilde
would look down at my groin for fear of his `deeds' being exposed, I turned
to face the students, I put my finger subtly to my mouth, requesting that
they did not snake me, all five of them heeded my request trying to repress
their shock and laughter. I stood right at Mr. Wilde's side, and put my arm
around his back, firmly grabbing hold of his other shoulder, demonstrating
clearly that I am the boss.

"Boys", I started, "we all deserve to be here", I started. "Except
Mr. Wilde, of course, who has had to sacrifice his lunch-time, because we,
like fucking idiots, have behaved in such a way that we have exposed
ourselves, we have revealed how bad we are, and put on display things that
should NOT be on display". The five young students could hardly control
their laughter at the double-meaning in my words. "I for one, have behaved
like a dick", I jested, noticing that Mr. Wilde was falling for my
speech. "And now you five, not to mention every fucker that walks past this
classroom, but particularly YOU five, can see exactly how much of I
dick". Laughter erupted.

"A massive dick" one of the boys shouted out, laughing uncontrollably.

Mr. Wilde clocked that something was going on, but did not know what, so I
returned to my seat, giving him my back, and tucking myself back into my
trousers as I went.

"Hmmm". Mr. Wilde muttered, not knowing what to do, before settling for
"Get on with any homework you have outstanding", and adding, "And Curtis,
you were late, so you can stay late".

After thirty minutes, and with only fifteen minutes of the lunch-break
left, the other five boys were excused, all five of them approached me to
`bump fists' before they left.

"What was that about, Curtis?" Mr. Wilde asked.

"We all have secrets, sir", I taunted him. He approached the desk I was
sitting at, and sat on it looking down at me.

"You think that you have me over a barrel, Curtis, because I sucked
your...", he coughed..."dick", he spoke surprisingly candidly, "and to a
degree, you do, but don't forget that I also have a lot of incriminating
stuff on you too son, that several parents of students in this school would
be very mortified to see".  He had a point. He had photographs of me
fucking Tabita, and now I know that she is carrying my baby, and that her
dad would likely kick me back to whatever fucking African country he hails
from, I acknowledged that I only held `most' of the cards, and not all of
them.

"Sir, that does not mean that you can blackmail me".

"What, like you are blackmailing me?" He replied, not expecting a comeback,
because he went on to say. "No, Curtis, listen. Something you said earlier
has got me thinking about my two boys".

"That's it sir, you should move to your boys sir".

"Well Curtis, I cannot believe I am saying this, but I have been thinking
about doing that ever since Thursday to be honest, and when you suggested
it to me, well, you know".

"So why are you telling me, sir?"

"Because I am fucking nervous about it son, I don't know if either of them
have ever had any kind sexual experience, let alone a gay incestuous one,
so..."

"So you want me to test the water for you, sir". I butted in, not waiting
for a reply, coz that was a fuck-load to admit to. "Sure sir, I can do that
for you". I couldn't believe my luck, not only was this gonna get Mr. Wilde
off my back, but it was also gonna add two, well hopefully two more ticks
to my tally. "Leave it with me sir". I stood up to leave as the bell
sounded for afternoon registration.

As I walked to my form-room, I pontificated who the second pregnant girl
could be, I now knew it could not be Fiona because she has a black dad, and
I knew that Vince is the father of the other girl. `No time like the
present' I thought to myself as I got my phone out of my pocket and dialled
Vince's number. A woman answered, who I presumed to be his wife his
wife. "Vince's phone".

"Is Mr. Sanderson there please?" I asked.

"He is out on a job at the moment", said the voice, "Can I take a message".

"No thanks, I'll call later", I hung up.

So it's Tabita and Amelia. Fuck. I still don't know if Amelia's kid is
gonna be mine, or Mr. Wilde's. Come to think of it, it could be the child
of almost anyone in Keynsham. I decided that I would have to speak to her
soon, but for now, at least I now knew who was who.

At the end of the school day I rushed home to find mum surprisingly compos
mentis, she was dressed presentably, and was basting the joint of beef that
I had bought when I went shopping. "Hello baby", she said, "We have some
friends coming over at 6-o-clock for dinner".

"That's nice ma, I'll be back by six, but I'm going swimming now ma, OK?".

"OK baby", she replied. "Did you have a nice day in the office?"

"School ma, I was at school". She laughed uncontrollably as tho I had told
a really funny joke. `Perhaps not as compos mentis as I thought', I
chuckled to myself.

Mum did not have any friends, none that I knew of anyway. There were of
course people who were nice to her, but no real friends to speak of. I
expected that tea-time would comprise of me and mum sitting at the table
laid for four.  I darted upstairs, checked all the rooms, nothing was out
of place, she had even lifted her mattress back onto the bed and dressed
it. I got out of my school uniform, and threw on a pair of jeans and a polo
shirt, put my towel, wash-kit and white football shorts into my Adidas bag
and tossed it over my shoulder, darted out of the house and rode to the
Leisure Centre.

Dwayne and Sean were waiting for me inside the foyer; we bumped fists, and
queued up to pay. I noticed that Sean was quieter, more subservient to
Dwayne than before. The pecking order was established.

Antonio and his girlfriend were serving behind the counter. Dwayne and Sean
each paid there £1.70 entry fee, and moved through the rotating barrier
as I approached the counter.

"Hello Chloe", I said, reading her name badge. "Can you let me through
babes?"

"Sure", she replied, "as soon as you have paid".

"He always lets me through", I lied, pointing at Antonio, who piped up:

"Just let him through Chlo, we don't want a scene".

"What are you?" she said, livid with the displayed weakness of her
`man'. "Are you intimidated by this thug?"

"Oh no", Sean gasped, shaking his head as Dwayne joined in with him.

"Antonio" I spoke authoritatively. "Are you gonna let this sket speak to me
like that, fam?" I said, insulting her deeply. "Tell her you're paying for
me, fam".

"Sket?" she screamed, not even knowing that sket is the new word for a hoe,
or a slapper. "Antonio, tell him THE FUCK where to go".

"Yes Antonio, tell me where to go, my friend", I echoed, not adding in the
swearword to make Chloe look like the one that was in the wrong, as her
supervisor had just joined them behind the screen from the back office
after hearing Chloe's raised voice.

"You can go straight through" he said, defeated, rooting around in his
pocket for some loose change to pay me fee, and reaching over with his
other hand to press the button that releases the lock on the revolving
barrier, not that it mattered, I had already jumped it.  Chloe shouted
after me, "Next time, you fucking pay". The supervisor whispered something
to Chloe and then returned into the back room out of sight.

I shouted back, "Dat's what you say to your man, you sket" , and followed
Dwayne and Sean into the changing rooms, which were empty.

"I could have paid for you". Dwayne offered.

"I could have paid for myself", I said, thinking about the money wrap I had
stuffed behind my radiator.

"Told you man, he's a gee", Dwayne said to Sean.

"You sucked his dick yet Sean?" I asked, knowing fully that he had, having
seen the evidence.

"You told him?" Sean looked angrily at Dwayne.

"I didn't tell him nothing fam, he was just asking you a question ya
muppet, but now YOU fucking told him".

"I swear to God I'm not gay tho fam". Sean begged me to believe.

"Obviously fam, I know that, you're too young to be gay anyway, its cool
fam, you guys SHOULD play around, seeing as you're too young to get much
pussy", I winked at Dwayne. "Come, let's go into a family cubicle", I said,
leading them into a large cubicle, with a bench each side, and locking the
door behind us. I lead the action by stripping of my clothes and sitting on
the bench naked with my legs parted as wide as was comfortable to do
so. Neither of my young friends could keep there eyes off my dick as they
removed their primary school uniforms piece by piece until all three of us
were sitting there naked. My dick was still flaccid, but theirs were both
rock hard. I got my phone out of my jeans pocket and began to film.

"Turn around, Sean", I instructed. "Bend over and hold on to the bench". He
obeyed unquestioningly.

I rustled around in my Adidas bag for my roll-on deodorant, which, when
located, I threw to Dwayne. "You know what to do fam".

Dwayne removed the cap, and rolled the deodorant around the tight rose-bud
that was Sean's virgin hole. Sean squirmed at the cold sensation,
playfully, as if considering the whole thing a 'game'. Dwayne threw the
deodorant directly back into my open bag, and then stood straight behind
his young friend. He held the boys waist, `waving' his hard dick in between
the crack of Sean's ass.

Dwayne looked back at me, smiled into the camera, and directed me with his
nod to come around and take a close up of his dick entering the tight
boy-pussy. I allowed him to be 'boss' for a moment, and followed his
direction. Dwayne pulled his foreskin back and lined up his hard pole with
its target. He pushed, making Sean wince at the unusualness of what was
happening to him.  Dwayne tried again, but he was unable to enter. He
looked at me again, obviously needing some reassurance, so I smiled at him
and winked as reached down and took hold of his dick at the base of the
shaft, holding it steady, and re-lining it up with Sean's very tight hole.

"Sean", I ordered, "I want you to strain like your trying to take a shit,
ok". He did not answer, but obeyed my request immediately, so I directed
the head of Dwayne's dick forward, forcing it inside of his young
friend. Sean cried out in pain as Dwayne held more tightly onto the his
waist, pulling their two bodies closer together until eventually he was
fully inserted.

Dwayne looked at me with a look of victory as he began to thrust himself in
and out of his friend, who was enduring the pain with great bravado.

I knelt down so that I could film a close up of Dwayne's dick penetrating
Sean's hole, zooming in on it as it slid in and out with increasing ease as
Sean learned to tolerate the feeling and relaxed into it. My face was less
than a foot away from the explicit action and the sexual sweaty smell was
overbearing.

"How does it feel, Sean?" I asked, directing the camera at him.

He looked straight into it, but not knowing how to process his thoughts, he
answered, "I'm being fucked by my best friend fam, what can I say?"

"What about you, Dwayne?" I asked directing the camera at his face to film
his response:

"I am a boss man; look at me fucking this tighty-whitey". He smirked.  Sean
rose up from holding onto the bench, and rested his hands against the
cubicle wall. Dwayne re-positioned slightly, taking full advantage of the
new position and began thrusting himself deep up inside the younger
boy. His plump black ass looked amazing as he thrust forward; tensing his
muscles with every penetration revealing that beneath the layer of
puppy-fat, a firm muscular bubble butt was developing. I desperately wanted
to take over and slide my eight inches deep into the tightest pussy I'd
every seen, but I did not want to steal Dwayne's thunder, so I watched, and
filmed, feeling an immense sense of pride as my protégé followed in
my footsteps.

Dwayne lifted one of his legs up and placed his foot on the bench, he
wrapped his arms around Sean's body and held them tightly together as he
continued fucking him with deep commitment. Sean let out the occasional
shriek of pleasurable pain, but it was Dwayne that made most of the sound
effects as his 11-year-old black dick squeezed in and out of the
ten-year-old white ass over and over again until eventually Dwayne felt
that he was going to pass out, as his body prepared for its dry orgasm.

"Fucking hell". He exclaimed as his body tensed up and he froze to the spot
as he experienced the intensity of orgasmic bliss. I zoomed in again to
film as his black dick slid out for the last time, and then ended the clip
with the look of immense satisfaction on Dwayne's face, followed by the
dazed and stoned look on the face of his younger friend.

I pulled my white football `swimming' shorts up over my semi-hard dick, put
my clothes and phone in my Adidas bag, locked them in a locker and made my
way out of the changing rooms and into the pool area.

Antonio was loitering by the door of the changing rooms as though he were
waiting for me. I wondered if he had been listening to the changing-room
action, but he didn't indicate that he had been. The pool was quite busy,
but all the other people there were women with young children so the three
of us had had the changing rooms exclusively. Antonio began his accusations
quietly, "Thanks a bunch" he said.

I looked at him indifferently, saying, "Fam, it was £1.70, no biggie".

I had apparently missed the point. "Chloe was fired for swearing at you",
he looked down at his feet.

"My bad", I replied, and started to walk away.

He attempted to take me by the wrist, to stop me in my tracks, but
`chickened out' of touching me when he clocked the implications that might
ensue, but he carried on with his speech "She dumped me because I `let you
walk all over me', and she is moving back to her parents place in Cardiff".

I did feel sorry for him, a little, he looked broken, deflated. He was
certainly not paying attention to his job. I felt a slight twinge of
remorse because my rude-bwoi actions had had such far-reaching unintended
consequences, but I soon shook the remorse off convincing myself that I was
not responsible for Chloe's dirty mouth, nor for the fact that Antonio has
acted like a pussy, so I callously joked, "Just as well fam, you prefer
cock anyway", and with that I dived into the pool.

For the next hour, I mixed horsing around with the boys and swimming
lengths, accomplishing about twenty-five before I was too tired to attempt
another one. I pulled myself out of the pool and sat at the edge, amused at
watching Dwayne and Sean fooling about boyishly at the shallow end, and
considering how surprised the mums and kids that they kept bumping into
would be to discover that these two playful kids were fucking in the
changing rooms a short while ago. I looked at the clock and noticed that it
was five forty. I walked around to inform Dwayne that I was leaving as I
wanted to be home at six.

"Kewl fam, I'll ping you later" he replied before returning to his attempt
to stand on his hands under the water.

I showered, dried off and dressed within five minutes and made my way
outside to collect my bike which was chained to the fence.

Gary was standing near my bike, waiting for Sean. As I approached the fence
he assumed I was coming to speak to him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

I ignored him, unchained my bike and mounted it.

"Did you go swimming with my son?" has asked, pointing the finger. "I told
you to stay away from my boy".

"Fuck off, Gary" I threatened. "I went swimming, your son happened to be
there, this is a small fucking town".

"I do not want you around my son". He ordered vainly.

"Why?" I asked rhetorically. He did not answer, so I answered for
him. "It's not Sean you want me to stay away from fam, It's you. You can't
erase what we did from your mind, and it is fucking you up". He looked away
not wanting me to see the agreement in his countenance. "Get over it fam,
don't let it destroy your marriage and your family, when I fucked you fam,
I didn't know you were secretly gay blud, I assume that is what you are
battling with fam, just put it down to experience, and move the fuck on".

"You think you know everything, Curtis". He whined.

"I know a fuck-up when I see one fam, and for da record, Sean is safe, I
promise you I ain't gonna touch your boy OK".

Gary should have left it at that. He got my assurance, but foolishly he
wanted to get the last word. "If you do, I will not rest until..."

"Until what fam?" I interrupted him, wishing that I had allowed him to
finish his amusing threat. I stepped off my bike and leaned it against the
fence. Gary clenched his fists ready to defend himself. I stood
intimidatingly close to him, screw-faced him, and with a threatening look
in my eye, one which was well-rehearsed, and with our faces less than three
inches apart I uttered softly and calmly. "I fucking dare you". I clenched
my own fist and made out like I was going to punch him straight in the side
of his head. But I withdrew, mockingly, and mounted my bike as he tried to
regain his balance after flinching severely at the thought of being
punched. We exchanged glares, and parted.

As I prepared to cycle off, I clocked Antonio leaving the Leisure
Centre. "Did you get fired too?" I shouted.

"My shift finishes at six and my supervisor told me I could leave five
minutes early" he answered as though reporting to me. Suddenly, we both
noticed Chloe in the back of a minicab at the traffic lights, presumably on
her way to Cardiff. I waved goodbye sarcastically at her but she looked
away. The lights changed to green and she was carried away".

"Time for a fresh start fam", I suggested to Antonio as I sped off, intent
of making it home by six-o-clock for dinner, still holding to the
assumption that the two mystery dinner guests would be proven to be
imaginary.

I was wrong. As I entered the house, I was pleasantly greeted by the strong
smell of home-cooked beef and as I walked through the house I was surprised
to see two neatly suited young men sitting up at the dining table. They
were both white and in their late teens or early twenties. I noticed the
well polished shoes and immaculately groomed hair. They were almost clones
of each other, or more accurately, both of them were clones of someone
else. They didn't look alike facially, but were similar in manner and
conduct, although one of them appeared more relaxed than the other. The
taller one had slightly darker hair and a thinner face, with green eyes and
a lot of freckles, and the shorter one was dark blonde hair and the most
amazing light blue I wondered if they were contact lenses. I presented them
with my hand, one after the other, and they both rose respectfully from
their seat and shook my hand firmly. They introduced themselves to me as
`Jacob' and `Ethan' respectively, Jacob being the taller of the two, and
apparently the `first in command'. I noticed that both of them had strong
American accents.

Mum was in the kitchen, putting her finishing touches to the plethora of
dishes that she was preparing. As I sat down, I noticed that both of the
young men were wearing name badges which said `Elder Winterton' and `Elder
Zabriski'. `Fuck me', I thought, as I realised that mum had invited a
couple of Mormon missionaries to dinner.

"I bet you thought all your Christmas' had come at once when you knocked on
our door" I joked, clearly smiling so that they could see I was not pissed.

"Do you not approve of our being here for dinner?" Jacob asked.

"Oh no, it's not that at all fam". I replied, "It's just that, you have no
idea what you have let yourselves into with my mother".

"She is a wonderfully interesting lady". Ethan piped up, apparently stating
that without any element of sarcasm.

"It's been a long time since I have been called a lady", mum commented as
she entered the room, overhearing our introductions. She looked at me and
said, "baby, can you come and help me in the kitchen for a minute, dinner
is nearly ready". I followed her out into the kitchen, whereupon she took
me by both arms and said quietly, but as though telling me off, "It is just
as well I had prepared all of this fucking food, Curtis, but I wish you
would let me know when you are having friends over to dinner".

"Ma", I laughed out loud. "They are not my friends, you invited them here,
didn't they knock on the door earlier and talk to you?"

"Yes Curtis, but you know what I'm like at the moment, I wasn't listening
to anything they were saying". She looked confused. "I don't have people
calling around to see me baby, so I assumed they were your friends, so I
invited them for dinner".

"Ma, they are religious nut-cases", I over-emphasised, although still
speaking quietly.

"Well Curtis, you did go to church on Sunday didn't you". She said
justifying herself.

"Ma, its kewl, it will be nice to have some company". I said, completely
amused, and wondering which of them would become NUMBER TEN.

Mum carried the roast beef through into the dining room and I followed her
with the tray of roast potatoes and honey-glazed parsnips. We both returned
to the kitchen; mum carried the vegetables and the gravy dish, and asked me
to bring the bowl of fruit punch through. Once she was gone, I opened the
cupboard and took out two large bottles of white rum, adding them to the
punch and, knowing that Mormons are teetotallers; I disguised the flavour
by grating some nutmeg, and adding a large pinch of cloves and a few sticks
of cinnamon into the mix. I discarded the bottles quietly, plunging them to
the bottom of the kitchen bin, so that they were entirely hidden, and
carried the drink through, placing it at the centre of the table. I looked
at our two guests, guessing their concern and stated, "Don't worry; there
is no alcohol in it". They both relaxed and smiled. Mum turned to me and
pulled the `oops' face, indicating that she two had laced it.

"Ma, why don't you say grace", I suggested. `This should be a laugh' I
thought.

She reached her arms out, suggesting that we hold hands. Our table was
fairly small, and there was one person seated on each of the four sides,
and as I was facing mum, I took hold of both Missionaries hands. They
closed their eyes and I took the opportunity to get a better look at them
both. It was Ethan I wanted. Jacob's manner was somewhat off-putting, I
cannot put my finger on what it was, but something about him turned me off,
but Ethan on the other hand was hot as fuck.

"Dearest baby Jesus", mum began her unusual prayer. "The food smells very
lovely", she continued, "I hope it is cooked properly". I could hardly
control my laughter, but I managed somehow. "Please ask Mary to watch over
us as we eat it, and there is plenty to spare if she has time to join
us". What was even funnier than her words was the fact that Jacob and Ethan
were respectfully nodding along to them. "And we thank you for sending us
these visitors o Lord", I caressed Ethan's palm seductively with my thumb
as I held his slightly sweaty hand, he twitched very slightly, but not
really strongly enough for me to gauge his reaction, "please bless them"
she continued, "even though they are not Catholics, and, well,". She lost
her train of thought, so shortened her prayer with a question. "Amen?"

Two heartfelt, and one sarcastic `Amen's' responded to her question, and as
we opened our eyes she added "Curtis, will you carve the meat please baby".

The food was delicious as usual. On the odd occasions that mum is well
enough to cook, she knocks out a banger every time. It is just a shame that
these occasions are becoming more and more infrequent and irregular. Not
only was the food incredible, but the company was actually good too,
surprisingly good, especially as our two visitors relaxed, aided
unknowingly by the heavily rum-and-I-suspected-vodka-laced drink. Ethan and
Jacob told us what life was like growing up in Salt Lake City and shared a
few anecdotal stories of their missionary travels across the south-west of
England during the last few months. They told us that they were staying in
the Premier Inn about 4 miles outside of Keynsham.

As we were eating and drinking, a flash white Audi TT pulled up outside on
the forecourt, moments later we heard the front door unlock, mum screamed
and ducked for cover under the table.

"Ma," I lifted the table cloth and bent down to speak to her, "it is only
Dan, ma, remember I told you, my friend Dan is coming to stay with us for a
while".

"Thank fuck", she said, forgetting our religious company momentarily, until
she clocked the awkward expression on Jacob's face, whereupon she added "Oh
shit, sorry Father", once again saying the wrong thing.

Ethan smiled and winked at me, acknowledging my attempt to control my
mentally wayward mother. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the
apparent display of normality this afternoon, was only a glitch in the
recent low standard of mental health, not a sign of recovery.

Danilo poked his head around the door, "I'm just dumping these cases in my
room and going back for the rest of my stuff, I'll be back after midnight
probably".

"Do you wanna eat"? I offered.

"Nah, its kewl, I've already eaten bruv, thanks though". He said before
closing the door behind him.

Every time anyone's glass was less than half-full, I topped it up using the
ladle, trying to do so as inconspicuously as possible, although I myself
remained as sober as a Mosque as I watched my three dinner-party mates
descent into varying levels of intoxication. I realised that the tone was
satisfactorily degraded when Jacob found my Mormon joke funny.  "What do
you call a good looking woman in Salt Lake City?" I asked. Three blank
looks awaited the punch-line. "A tourist" I said, straight-faced. Ethan and
Jacob rolled around in laughter at the joke, and mum rolled around in
laughter at the sight of Ethan and Jacob, although the joke had gone
straight over her head.

I poured the three of them another glass of punch, and left them at the
table, while I cleared the plates and dishes into the dish-washer. "Anyone
like a coffee?" I offered.

"Yes please" three voices simultaneously said. I suggested that they move
to the living room to go and sit on the couch. I lead the three staggering
bodies through, and put Sky News to keep them company, as they were all too
drunk to engage in any conversation.

I returned to the kitchen, to complete the coffee order, ensuring that
Ethan's an Jacobs were heavily laced with Whiskey, so that the coffee would
not have any sobering effect. By the time I returned to the living room,
mum was already fast asleep, her mouth was open, and her head was slumped
over the side of the arm-chair. Jacob was sitting on the other armchair by
the window; his head was bobbing about as he tried to keep himself from
falling asleep too. "Why not catch forty winks there mate", I said to him,
"It seems that the busy day sharing the gospel, not to mention the big
dinner has had a tiring effect on you". Jacob did not need to be told
twice, he rested his head back against the back of the chair, and fell
asleep.

"How do you put up with him mate?" I asked Ethan, who was slightly less
effected, but still extremely tipsy.

"I know bro", he replied, "We have to get on for the sake of the Mission,
and he's ok, but we were not close friends back in Utah".

"Yeah, he's ok fam", I echoed, "but he seems a bit uptight, whereas you are
cool fam", I flirted.

"It's probably why they put me with him", he owned up, "I am considered a
bit of a loose cannon back home, they probably thought that he would keep
me in line".

"Whereas in reality, you wanna cut loose a bit, don't you". I asked.

"Its not that I don't believe" he said, reassuring himself, "Its just that
the church is so strict and there is no freedom". He sounded trapped.

"I've read stories about young Mormons on mission, how it can result in all
kinds of fun, like, you two will probably end up fucking a lot of girls,
sucking each others dicks, and going to wild parties", I added the gay
reference in the middle so nonchalantly, hoping to plant a seed of thought.

"If only", he said, although it was the booze talking, it was talking
through honest and compliant lips, revealing his genuine openness to such
suggestions.

"So then fam", I decided to take it to the next level, "would you rather
such Jacob's dick, or have him suck yours?" I asked.

Ethan thought long and hard, before answering, "I can't answer that really,
because I could never do anything like that with someone I don't like".

"OK then", I said metaphorically speaking, "Imagine I was your
co-missionary".

"Yeah?", he asked, knowing where the questioning was going, but avoiding
answering.

"Same question" I stated.

"But your underage", he said, again avoiding the question.

"Do you know how old I am?" I asked him.

"No", he replied.

"Do you even know what the age of consent is here in the UK?"

"Eighteen I assume?" he asked.

"Nope, sixteen", I said, saying it with such emphasis that he would draw
the conclusion that I was stating that I am therefore legal, hiding the
fact that I am only fourteen.

"What was the question again?" he asked, looking me straight in the face.

"Do you wanna suck my dick?" I said, reducing his options.

"I'm not sure", he said honestly, battling with his conscience.

I stood up, lifted my t-shirt over my head, and undid my jeans, lowering
them along with my boxers in one go and stepping out of them. I stood
before him, wearing only a pair of white socks and a wide smile. My dick
was limp but hung low and heavy. "I know that you are wrestling with your
conscience right now mate, and that all of your doctrine teaches you that
you shouldn't indulge in the sins of the flesh", I said, playing devils
advocate, "but mate, you know that one day, you ARE gonna experiment, you
have already resigned yourself to that fact" I assumed, "so what better
than with me, here, now." I was stroking my thigh as I carried on
convincing him.  "Coz I ain't gonna be calling you tomorrow fam, or bugging
you for da rest of your life fam. Tomorrow I will be a memory and that is
it; you will have satisfied your curiosity and moved on". I could see the
mental scales weighing up the pro's and con's in his mind. I needed to
outweigh the cons. "How many more opportunities are you gonna get, while
Jacob is not watching out?" He was staring at my dick, and licked his
lips. "Nobody will ever find out fam".

"You have a fucking amazing body", he said candidly, loosening his
morality, "and your dick is huge". He said. I smiled, and grabbed it at the
base, waving it around like a wand.  "In fact I've never seen such a big
one". He continued.

Mum began snoring quietly on the chair behind us. Ethan looked over at
Jacob who was out for the count, then looked over at my mum. "Can we go to
your room?" he asked, worried that we might be caught.

"Lets compromise" I said. I grabbed a towel that was drying on the
radiator, and wrapped it around my waist. I woke mum up, and assisted her
to her feet, leading her up the stairs to her bedroom. She fell on her bed,
still fully clothed, and returned immediately to her slumber.

I ran back downstairs, nodded over at Jacob and said to Ethan, "He wont
wake up, bro, look at him".

Ethan did not seem to clock that it was not necessary for him to remove his
clothes to suck my dick, but in the passion of the moment he stood up, slid
his tie out from under his collar, undid the buttons of his shirt and his
cuffs and slipped out of it. His torso was remarkably impressive, almost
equally to mine. "You work out then", I said.

"Swim team champion, mate", he boasted, obviously as impressed with
himself. His smooth chest was pumped, and his abs were nicely toned
revealing an impressive six-pack and v shape leading down beneath the
waistband of his suit trousers. I watched as he undid the buckle of his
belt, and slid his trousers down, stepping out of them.

He removed his socks, and stood there facing me wearing only his Temple
Garment Mormon underwear. He pulled it down, revealing a completely
clean-shaven body and a six inch stiff cock that was obviously long overdue
such an excursion. I assessed how much attention I was prepared to pay his
body, as up until now I had been a strict top not even touching the other
person's dick. In fact, as far as I could recollect, Dwayne's was the only
dick I'd touched other than in play-fighting. I contemplated that I had not
felt awkward about touching Dwayne like that, and decided that as long as I
retained the upper hand in this situation, I was prepared to kiss Ethan,
and to touch his dick. We edged closer to each other until we were standing
less that a foot apart. I took hold of his hands and placed them behind me
on the top of my muscular butt, immediately his hands began to explore the
firm mounds, and I reciprocated placing my hands on the small of his
back. He was in a trance, completely under my spell, and as he was a
complete novice he was looking to me to lead, which turned me on greatly. I
tilted my head and kissed the side of his neck. We were pretty much the
same height, which was a great aid as my lips moved from his neck up the
side of his cheek and across to his nervous mouth. I kissed him
affectionately as I slid my hands up his back to his shoulder blades. I
went in for a second kiss, and then a third. The fourth visit was longer
and more definite; I lifted one of my hands and held the back of his head
and opened my lips slightly as they touched his. He melted. I slid my
tongue into his mouth and we kissed passionately, our tongues exploring
each other, mine most definitely leading the `dance'.

His hands also moved up and down my back, but kept returning to land on my
firm ass. I could feel his erect penis rubbing against my toned stomach as
we kissed. My own member began to react, so I took hold of his hand,
clasping our fingers together temporarily as I stood back slightly,
breaking our kiss, and guided his hand to my dick. He was imprisoned in
lust. He sunk to his knees and began licking my balls, followed by the
shaft of my dick, which hardened slowly until it reached its full
potential. I reached down to the floor, and rustled around in my jeans
pocket to retrieve my phone.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting a memento", I explained.

"It is OK if I do that as well?" he asked.

"Give me your phone bruv". I ordered. He reached over to his own trousers,
and retrieved his phone from his pocket. He passed it to me and returned
his attention to my dick, planting twenty or so kisses on it lightly from
the base all the way up to the head.

"Smile for the camera", I said, locating the camera on his phone. His eyes
smiled, and he stuck his tongue out slightly, holding my dick in his hand
and pressing it down onto his tongue in a porn-pose. I clicked. He closed
his lips over the head sliding about three inches into his mouth and
removing his hand from the frame he looked up with cute puppy-dog eyes. I
clicked again.  He slid his head off my dick.

"Can I take a photograph of you, like, of your face I mean"? He asked,
expecting me to say no.

"Of course", I said, jumping onto the couch and posing in `Rose
DeWitt-Bukater's portrait scene in Titanic' style. I think he took several
photos of me, before slumping next to me, his left leg resting on top of my
right one, and his back leaning into my chest, he `clicked' a photograph of
the two of us together. He threw his phone onto the other seat and strained
his neck around to look at me again; I leaned in to meet his lips, sliding
my tongue deep inside his mouth again and continuing our highly erotic
kiss.

I was still uncertain how I felt about being the giver of gay pleasure
rather than only the receiver of it, but something about this encounter,
which I knew would never be exposed, enticed me to loosen my compass and
`live once', So I slid my hand from his knee up to his thigh until I made
contact with his still hard-as-fuck dick.  Not to show any sign of
weakness, I pushed through my feelings of uncertainly, grabbed hold of his
dick and began to wank him slowly. Our bodies were becoming wet with sweat,
and the smell of sex was filling the room. As I wanked him, we kept
returning to our kiss, which I was giving myself to much more than I ever
thought I would. I acknowledged that I was even enjoying wanking Ethan off,
knowing that my own hard dick was going to receive even more explicit
attention very soon.

Being a novice, Ethan's stamina was not very developed, and after a few
short minutes it became obvious that he was about to cum. I increased the
speed at which I pumped his dick, and I increased the force by which I held
it with my fist until he cried out: "I'm cumming; I'm cumming, shit, shit,
shit, shit". Hot cum shot up out of his dick high into the air, landing on
his chest, more and more shots fired up, landing on his stomach, as well as
on my thigh.

"Wow", he said. "Fuck me, that was better than I had ever imagined". He
wiped the cum off himself with is Temple Garment underwear, before
repositioning to sit at the far end of the couch, near my feet. I picked up
my phone to film my own memento of the encounter as he lowered his head
down to my thigh, lapping up his spilled cum, before licking his way to my
waiting cock.

Although this blow-job was being given by a novice, I was expecting amazing
head because this blow-job was more than just experimentation on his part,
it was pent-up passion mixed with gratification and remuneration. Ethan was
thankful, and he wanted to show just how thankful as his tongue began to
explore the height and breadth of my hard dick.  Eventually he began to
slide it deep into his mouth; he knelt up, leaning further over my body so
that he could come at me at a different angle, enabling him to take more of
it into his virgin mouth. He wanted to deep-throat me. I imagined that he
had been watching a lot of gay porn videos, because this was not the
blow-job of an amateur. His hands were pressed against my manly chest,
holding up the weight of his body as his head rose and fell as he sucked
hard on my dick. I finished my video clip, and lay my head back over the
arm of the sofa. I could see, although up-side-down, Jacob, sleeping
soundly, completely unaware of his comrade's actions.

"How old are you, fam?" I asked Ethan as he sucked away.

"Nineteen", I could just about make out as he spoke with my dick in his
mouth. He was slurping and spluttering his way up and down my eight inches.

My phone rang. Ethan looked up at me as if to ask if he should stop,
although he didn't. "Keep going fam", I replied as I answered the phone.

"Wassup Jaydon man, how are you?"

"I'm good fam, had a long day at school though, what about you?"

"School was a breeze", I claimed, "Then I went swimming with Dwayne and his
friend, and now I'm at home chilling with a couple of Mormon evangelists
that came to try and convert me". I laughed, winking at Ethan as he
continued his worship of my throbbing dick.

"Be careful fam", Jaydon warned, "You know they are a cult".

"Yeah cuz, it alright", I replied, "In fact, I think that I have converted
THEM" I scoffed as pre-cum oozed out of the tip of my dick, to be
immediately swooped upon by Ethan's hungry tongue.

"Do you want a lift to church on Sunday, fam?" He asked

"Yes please bro", I replied, not really wanting to talk about church while
I was getting my dick sucked.

"Kewl, well I'll come for you about ten, ok" he said.

"Call me before then though fam", I said, wanting to forge a friendship.

"OK fam, holla when your visitors have gone". He replied.

"Safe". I said, hanging up the phone just in time as my jizz burst out of
my dick deep into his mouth. He gagged a bit, but didn't want to give up,
licking at the head of my dick and taking all the cum into his mouth as it
oozed out of my slit. He looked at me smiling, and shaking his head in
disbelief. NUMBER TEN, a stranger, that came from nowhere and was about to
disappear back out of my life as quickly has he came. But it was an
encounter that I would never forget, and neither would he.

"How are you getting back to the hotel?" I asked him

"We are gonna walk". Ethan replied.

"Do you have any money for a cab, because there is no way Jacob can walk
four miles". I asked.

"I think the walk will do us both good", He replied, not wanting to admit
to being short of money.

I called a cab, and rushed up to my room to get £20 from my stash,
feeling responsible for spiking their drinks. By the time I was back
downstairs, Ethan was dressed, and putting his shoes on. I wrapped the
towel around my waist again, and carried my clothes into the kitchen,
putting them in the washing machine.  The cab came, and carried the two
drunken missionaries away forever. I smiled to myself, as I imagined Ethan
waking up in his hotel tomorrow morning and wondering if the events of last
night had really happened. I considered that he would check his phone, and
start the war with his conscience. I knew that that battle would not permit
him to return, not that I wanted him to anyway. It was what it was. A
blow-job. I also chuckled when I realised that they would both have
stonking hangovers in the morning, and that at least Jacob would not be
able to remember how they got back to the hotel.

My phone beeped, it was a whatsapp message from Mr. Wilde that would prove
to be very unwise. `Have you had any luck with either of my boys'?

`Wow, give me time, sir, I haven't even made contact with them yet'.

`Do you want me to give you their numbers mate?' he asked.

`No sir, I will find a legitimate way to get them, if I message them from
nowhere, they will ask where I got their numbers, and I can hardly say,
"Your dad wants me to groom you so that he can fuck you" can I'?

`Good point mate', he replied before adding, `Is there no way that I can
convince you to go with me again?'

`What do you mean `go with u sir?' I wrote inciting him into a trap.

`You know buddy, fuck your ass'. He replied.

`Nobody is ever gonna fuck my ass sir'. I insisted, `now fuck off and stop
pestering me, before I report you'.  He did not reply. I watched the video
of Ethan and me, and then watched the video of Dwayne and Sean. I sent it
to both of them via bbm, within minutes they had both responses `thx fam'.

I decided to check on Tabita, so I called her. "Hello babes, how are you
feeling?"

"I'm ok Curtis, thanks for phoning". She replied.

"I'm really sorry babes, that I got you pregnant I mean". I spoke softly
and lovingly, although I was not in love with Tabita, she was a nice girl
and I had great affection for her. "I meant what I said about supporting
you, you know".

"How?" she asked genuinely, "You're too young to get a job".

"Babes, I have been providing for me and my mum since I was about 6 years
old, I can hustle, I can always find ways of getting money, and I HAVE got
a job in the pipeline", referring to the promise from Ivy, that the job
will be mine when one becomes available. I was even sure that Doris would
give me some of her shifts if I asked her nicely.

"I don't know what to do Curtis", she sounded worried, "I swear my daddy
will kill you if I tell him that you are the father".

"Is that because I'm not from your country?" I asked, not certain which
country in Africa she WAS from.

"No Curtis", she replied, "It is because I am having this baby outside of
marriage, it wouldn't matter who the father is, my daddy would kill him. At
first he was pissed with me too when I got mummy to tell him that I was
pregnant, he did not speak to me for a few weeks, now he has accepted it,
but he is too ashamed to tell anybody from our community about it. I have a
suspicion when the baby is born he will send it to Africa to be brought up
by our relatives".  She explained.

"He can't do that Tabita, it's not his baby, it's yours. I said
adamantly. "Ours", I corrected myself.

"My father does not see things that way", She blubbered.

"Babes, I dunno what to do, or what to say, but I'm here when you need me",
I said, "for anything, ok?"

"There is a nice boy hidden deep down inside you somewhere isn't there
Curtis?" she said. "I wish you would let more people know him, see you at
school tomorrow". She said, and hung up, not waiting for my reply.

That was deep. I pondered her words. And I tried to put myself in her
shoes, I had seen her father at the Kebab shop, and he looked like a strict
man. He reminded me of a televangelist called Gilbert Deya, and HE was
scary as fuck. I didn't know what Tabita's mum or sister were like, but I
pictured a traditional African family, where the patriarch's wishes are an
enforceable order.

I went upstairs to check on mum. She was still out for the count, fast
asleep and lying on her back with one leg hanging off the side of her
bed. I smiled to myself.

I phoned Jaydon back. "Those Mormons were hard work", I said sarcastically.

"They have stopped knocking at our house fam, my father always out-argues
them". He laughed.

"Well they certainly got more than they bargained for here too fam, my
mother is a fucking mental case", I said, "Oh, sorry for swearing fam", but
you'll see when you meet her".

"Do you mean she is crazy, like eccentric or crazy like mentally ill?" He
asked.

"She is an alcoholic bi-polar suffering, Jean Slater and Brittany Spears
rolled into one, domestic violence survivor, who cant tell most days, if it
is Sunday, or Yellow".

He laughed out loud, "Sorry for laughing fam, do you get any help?"

"I don't need help fam, coz they'll put her in a mental hospital, and put
me in care fam". I explained, "But don't worry, I'm kewl, so I beg you
don't tell your father, or Mr. or Mrs. Mwbanga or anyone. I have been
handling my shit, sorry for swearing, since I was six years of age, fam, it
is too late for someone to jump in now offering a solution, I can hold
things together fam.

"No problem bro", he replied, "You can always call on me if you need any
help fam",

"Thanks bro, I kinda knew dat we'd become friends, if you can handle
hanging round with a troublemaker"

"Don't get it twisted fam, just because I'm a pastors son don't think I'm
some prick", I was surprised at his own use of profanity. "I nearly got
sent back to Nigeria a few times fam".

"That surprises me blud" I said, "So you're a reformed bad-bwoi" I
reckoned, "Well, I guess you'll see me as a project then fam" I suggested,
"I can handle that, as long as you don't make it too fucking obvious". This
time I did not apologise for swearing.

"You ain't a project fam, If we were the same age, I'd probably wanna BE
you, following you like Dwayne does. I clocked that you're a leader, and I
just feel drawn to you somehow, so nah, you ain't a project, not mine
anyway, that's between you and God mate, and or course I'm sure my father
will try and pitch in somewhere", he laughed, "I just wanna jam with you
coz I like you innit", he said, "By that I don't mean..."

I interrupted him before he said the whole `no homo' thing. "I get you fam,
I actually clocked a bit of me inside you when I met you yesterday fam", I
smiled as I thought how I would like to force another bit of me inside of
him. "Was you born in Nigeria then blud?" I asked him.

"Nope mate, British born and bred, me" he replied.

"So what did you do to nearly get sent home for then?" I asked

"My dad saw a video on my phone of a girl from school sucking my dick". He
said

"ALLOW IT"" I laughed, "That is peak fam, yes fam", I laughed, "you're more
like me than I thought".

"I got to go mate, my father is calling me to go for evening devotions".

"Sounds hot", I mocked, "Alright bro, see you Sunday".

"Safe", he replied.

I returned downstairs, still only wearing my towel, to go and tidy up, I
cleared the coffee mugs from the living room and put everything away, or in
the dishwasher from the kitchen and the dining room, leaving the baking
trays to soak.

I went back to the living room, opened my school bag and got out my
homework, which I did whilst listening to Channel AKA.  At half past eleven
Danilo arrived `home' again. I went outside, in my towel, to help him carry
his things from the car, into the house. Once everything was safely up in
his room, he told me that he was going to go into the back garden to have a
smoke. While he was outside, I stayed in the kitchen making us both a
cappuccino. I could smell his `smoke'. He was smoking skunk. As he came
back into the house I passed him one of the drinks and lead him back into
the living room. "So you smoke weed then, fam" I said factually.

"Yeah bro, is that a problem?"

"Of course not fam", I replied, "I do too occasionally, "but not regularly,
coz I'm an athlete I try to look after myself and keep fit and healthy".

"Yeah I noticed your athletic body bro", he said, sounding impressed. "You
are very toned".

"We can work out together if you like fam, I do a lot of core exercises
most days, and I swim". I offered.

"Sounds great bro", he said, sipping at his drink.

"So, how long have you smoked weed?" I asked.

"Only since I came to this country eighteen months ago", he
explained. Danilo went on to give me the entire history of his life, I
loved his accent, it was slightly amusing though. I learned that he came
here to go to university, but that during his first year, he had fallen in
with a group of drug-dealers in the Montpelier area of Bristol, where he
had been renting a room. Before long he was shotting weed for them, but
after failing his first year, and been forced by his father back in the
Philippines to retake it, his `boss' had freed him from shotting drugs to
start a new clean life, which is why he had decided to live just outside
Bristol, about to restart his first year at Bristol University. I was
impressed with his honesty, and appreciated the fact that he had been so
open.

"Are you still in touch with them tho?" I asked, referring to the dealers.

"Yeah bro, that's where I was today, and I still have a few things down
there, they are nice people bro, its just that I wanted to get away from
that life, and although the money was amazing, I don't really need it coz
my father wires me money whenever I need any".

"How good is the money?" I asked, indicating that I was interested his
particular line of work.

"Look at my car, mate", he pointed outside. "If you want, come with me
tomorrow evening when I go to pick up the last of my things, and you can
meet Marvin".

"Who is Marvin?" I asked.

"The boss". He replied. "Thanks for the drink bro, I'm gonna go and get
some sleep".

"Bro" I stopped him, "Feel free to put a lock on your door, my mum is a bit
of a nut-case".

He nodded and gave me the thumbs up, and I returned my attention to
questions about trigonometry until my homework was completed.

`Goodnight babes' I messaged Gamu, wanting her to be the last `thought of
the day'.

`What are you doing tomorrow evening?' she replied.

`I got plans babes, but I can change them' I wrote, including a
smiley-face.

`I am performing in a recital at St. Mary Redcliffe in Bristol tomorrow, it
starts at 7.30pm but I wont be on until about nine.'

`I'll be there' I replied.

`I can't ask my father to drop you home tho, I wish I could, but'...

`These fucking distrusting African fathers, I thought to myself,
remembering Tabita's dad too, although I soon snapped out of my annoyance
when I considered that Tabita's father is pretty justified in distrusting
me, since I have got his fourteen year old daughter pregnant, and Gamu's
father should certainly distrust me since I am desperate to fuck her, I
have turned his son into an accomplice of rape, and convinced him to fuck
Sean, and I haven't even met Thandazi yet, but I heard from Gamu that she
is hot, so, ok there was a lot of reasons why their suspicion of teenage
boys and me in particular was justified, so I said `no problem babes, I'll
get the bus home. Will you return the compliment on Wednesday?' I asked
her.

`What do you mean, Curtis?' she replied.

`Come and watch me train'

`I will ask my mum' she replied with a `nite' and a bunch of kisses.

I put my homework in my school-bag and went to the bathroom to give my
armpits and groin a quick wash. I brushed my teeth, hung the towel on the
rail in the bathroom, walked to my room, and jumped into bed, reaching for
my piece of paper, I crossed out Jade and Fiona, and circled Amelia and
Tabita. `I need to speak to Amelia tomorrow' I thought to myself, `and find
out if she thinks her baby is mine'. I turned the paper over and wrote 10)
Ethan Zabriski.  Number 10 was done and dusted. I wondered who would be
next, I didn't wanna treat Jaydon like a fuck-rag that was for sure, but
hoped that I would get there one day with him, same with Danilo. I had
promised not to fuck Sean, and I wasn't really into kids that young anyway,
except Dwayne that is, but I wasn't prepared to `go there' either. `Hmmm' I
thought to myself, `I better start working on Mr. Wilde's boys'.

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