Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 20:34:44 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Curtis Seduces - Chapter 5

CURTIS SEDUCES

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. Details at the bottom. All usual
nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply.

CHAPTER 5: Gary Clarke (Sean's Dad)

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"Where are you going, baby?" mum said as I kissed her goodbye and walked
towards the door.


"It's quarter to six ma", I replied, "I have to be back in school at 6pm to
help out at the open evening, remember?"

"What time will you be back, baby?" she asked.

"I'm not sure mum, probably about 9pm". I replied

"I will have your dinner ready for 9pm then baby".

"Thanks mum" I said, not holding out much hope for her actually making good
on that promise. At least I could pop over to the kebab shop for a free
meal if needs be.

I jumped on my bike, rode to school as quickly as possible, chained my BMX
to the bike-park, and rushed to the reception area to meet up with
Mr. Wilde.  After a few minutes he arrived with the headmaster in tow,
talking about the 'fantastic' visual display that was taking pride of place
in the main hall. "We have Curtis to thank for the excellent display"
Mr. Wilde said to the headmaster.

"Very impressive photography Curtis", the headmaster spoke firmly, ready to
spend the evening exaggerating the schools appeal and achievements to all
in sundry. "Perhaps", he continued, "you might like to grace us for the
entire day tomorrow, young man", he said, referring to my truanting.

"Sorry about that sir, I dont normally leave school early, its just that I
fucked, urgh, I mean tired sir".

"Hmmm" muttered the headmaster as he moved on, leaving me standing there
with Mr. Wilde.

"Did you like the video, sir", I winked.

"Curtis, what happened can never happen again mate", he instructed, "I have
no idea what came over me, and I'm very sorry for... "

"Save your apologies for Amelia sir", I mocked. "You have nothing to
apologise to me about sir, and we wont mention it again, aigh?".

"Thank you Curtis". He looked relieved. "Now, what I want you to do, is to
wait over there with the others, at the 'tour station', and when somebody,
or a group of people wants a tour of the school, take them around and show
them as much of the school as you can, while they still appear interested".

"OK sir", I replied, and went over to the 'tour station' and stood there
looking important along with three other suckers who had been roped into
the same task.

It wasn't long before my first tour took place. Three ladies, all of whom
looked to be in their 30s, and one of whom was carrying a baby in a
car-seat, approached me together. It appeared that they had come in a
group, and knew each other very well. There was a lot of jokey banter
between them, and I guess that none of them worked, they tried to give off
the impression that they were the sort of ladies that 'do lunch', but I
suspected that the lunch they 'did' took place in Asda, or at best Costa,
rather than in a swanky bistro.

I tried to be funny with the whole 'and on your left you will see'
speeches, as well as giving a lot of hilarious anec-dotes about the
teachers, they appreciated my humour and the way that I joined in their
banter. Eventually one of them (who happened to be the prettier of the
three) asked me: "What year are you in Curtis?".

"Year 10" I replied honestly,

"Wow, you look a lot older than that", she said flirtatiously, "I assumed
you to be a sixth-former". She smiled, and continued "You look familiar
actually".

One of the other women sighed "Oh, here we go".

I smiled, joining in the flirting, and probably taking it too far: "Well,
I'm sure we haven't fucked, because I would DEFINATELY have remembered
that!". All three of them laughed uncontrollably, and the pretty one went
red, revealing the fact that the thought HAD run through her mind. We
reached back to the reception area, and they thanked me for a 'wonderful
tour', dropping hints that they would all be sending their children to this
school, and making it sound like 'that was my fault'.

A few more groups came and went fairly uneventfully. I mean, I was my usual
charming self, but one tour was pretty much the same as the next, until
that is, my last 'taker'.

I was pleasantly surprised to hear a high-pitched voice calling out my name
"Yo Curtis, blud", trying to sound urban, and failing dramatically, but
nevertheless it was good to see the boy.  It was Sean, the white boy from
the swimming pool, he had come for a tour of the school with is father who
introduced himself to me a 'Gary'.

Gary looked surprisingly young to be the father of a boy Seans age, and to
be honest I was amazed to find out that Sean, and presumably Dwayne, were
still in primary school. It turned out that Dwayne had just turned 11, Sean
was still 10, and Gary, who had got Sean's mum pregnant with him when they
were still teenagers, was 28 years old, but looked to be in his early
20s. He was wearing a black Lonsdale tracksuit and black Lonsdale trainers,
his tracksuit jacket was unzipped, revealing a white Lonsdale t-shirt, and
a thick gold-plated chain. He looked like the king of the chavs, but wore
the look with pride, as though intentional. His hair had been shaved, but
not recently. He was clean-shaven although he looked as though he couldn't
grow facial hair even if he tried. He had green eyes, and was wearing a
black Lonsdale baseball cap. He looked 'OK'.

"Sponsored by Lonsdale are we", I jested.

"Yeah mate", Gary laughed, looking me up and down, his demeanour and
expression revealed that he felt slightly intimidated by me, but he gave me
his hand to shake, which I did, firmly. His hand was sweaty, like a teenage
boy's.

"Safe, kid", I said to Sean, while slapping him lightly round the back of
his head. I explained to his father that we had met in the swimming pool.

"So then kid" Gary started, trying to reduce me in stature to be the 'kid',
"are you gonna show us round this shit-hole?"

I realised that I was going to be able to relax with Gary, and give him a
very honest tour of the school. I got the impression that he was not going
to snake me for using profanities, and my anec-dotes and jokes became more
and more risque as the tour progressed.

"This is the head-master's office", I pointed out, as we passed it. "He is
called the head-master, because he is the master at giving head" I kept a
straight face, but Gary sniggered like a kid. I continued. "He gives head
to most of the boys here, and that is why we have nick-named him the
'head-master' I said, breaking a smile, and milking far too much out of one
joke.

"Ya hear that kid", Gary held his son by the elbow. "Not only are you gonna
get to learn shit here, but your gonna get your dick sucked too". He
laughed, and looked at us both as though he had made the joke up. Sean
looked slightly embarrassed at his fathers behaviour. Sean defused it by
adding.

"I hope the deputy head is a woman".

"She is," I confirmed, and she will be more than happy to supervise the
dick-sucking. I winked.

An announcement was broadcast over the tannoy system. 'Ladies and
gentlemen, anybody who would like to watch the drama presentation, please
make your way to the drama hall, we will begin in five minutes'. Sean
looked at his dad as if to say 'can we go watch it?'

"Sounds shit". Gary said.

"It will be", I confirmed, "but Sean might enjoy it", I suggested, hoping
to get rid of him for a bit, so that I could 'try Gary on for size'.  Sean
looked at his dad for approval, and Gary gave it by 'nodding'. He looked at
me and shrugged, asking for directions to the hall, and I pointed him in
the right direction. He scurried off, not wanting to be late.

"Your a very confident kid, aint you". Gary observed.

"It comes from having enormous balls", I replied, winking again, and
nodding his attention down to my groin.  He looked down, and then quickly
composed himself, worried that he had been seen looking at my groin.

"Oh", he coughed, "You mean metaphysical balls" He said, nervously.

"You mean metaphorical balls?" I corrected him. He nodded, looking
embarrassed. "Well actually, no", I said, "I mean that my balls, my
testicles, are enormous, and therefore my testosterone levels are higher
than average, and because of that therefore I have a lot more confidence
than most people". I said, making it up as I went along.

He went silent. I thought for a minute that I had chosen the wrong
candidate to be NUMBER 5. I didn't have long to nab him, and realised that
I had the upper hand, because even if he was not up for fun, he was hardly
likely to snake me, for fear of being accused himself. So I went for
it. "Let's go in here, and I'll show you", I said, pointing to the kitchen,
which was nearby. "Nobody is gonna go in there, and its about the only room
around here with no window in the door".

He followed me into the kitchen, and from there we went into the pantry
storage cupboard. "I am not sure about this" Gary said.

"Why", I replied confidently, "I'm only showing you my dick".

"Nah, bro, this aint right". Gary went to open the door.

"Sit the fuck down" I demanded. "Gary", I said calmly, to soothe the
atmosphere, "this is a one-off, fam, and this shit is gonna stay between me
and you, OK".

"I'm not gay", Gary insisted.

"Nor am I", I put his mind at rest, "That is why this is OK, bro, no
hang-ups, no expectations". I spoke up, "relax the fuck up, and go with
it".

I removed my blazer and tie, and undid my white shirt, leaving it on. I
kicked my shoes off, undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and let them
fall to the floor, removing my phone from my pocket first".

"Impressive physique" Gary said.

"Thanks fam", I replied, "Not as impressive as this tho". I hooked my
thumbs under the waistband of my boxers, and lowered them slowly, allowing
my pubes to be revealed first, then my shaft, inch by inch I continued to
lower them slowly until the head of my still flaccid dick was visible. I
dropped them, and the landed on top of my trousers.

"No way!" Gary exclaimed.

"Touch it", I ordered, looking him in the eyes.

He reached out both his hands, and took my dick gently in one of them,
cupping my balls with the other.

"It is enormous". He said. "I've never held another persons dick before" He
admitted.

I hooked my index fingers under the waistband of his jogging bottoms, and
pulled them down, revealing that not only was he commando, but that his
five and a half inch dick was raging hard.

"Do you wanna touch mine?" he asked.

"I have a better idea, turn around". I commanded, turning him around and
leaning him over the fridge.

At this stage, although it would have been blatantly obvious to most
people, I don't think Gary had any idea of what was about to happen to him,
if he had, I think he would have refused.  I opened the fridge door, and
took out an industrial sized pot of natural yoghurt. I removed the lid, and
dug my hand inside. I applied a generous helping to his ass, and then wiped
the rest off onto my now equally rigid cock.

"That was cold" Gary said quietly, as it was sinking in what was about to
happen. He was nervous, obviously scared of being fucked, but more scared
of refusing.

"And this is gonna be hot!", I responded.

I kicked my trosuers and boxers off my feet, and I was standing there with
only an open shirt, and black socks on. "Are you ready?" I asked, not
waiting for an answer, but before he could even swallow, or clear his
throat to speak, I began to insert my yoghurt-covered dick into his
slightly reluctant hole. "Relax" I ordered. He did so. "Relax your ass
muscles, like your shitting", I instructed him. Again, he obeyed, giving me
the opportunity to slide my entire slimy 8 inch cock right up inside him in
one skilful move.

"OUUUUUCCCH", He yelled. "Fuck me, that hurts".  I lifted his t-shirt and
his tracksuit top up to his shoulders, revealing his back, and held on to
his ribs, as he continued to lay motionless leaning over the fridge. I
began to fuck him, gently at first, gradually picking up the speed until i
was giving his ass a deep pounding. "This, is, painful" he said each word
slowly, between thrusts, "but, boy, it, feels, good". I continued to slap
my dick in and out of his ass, pulling almost all the way out every time,
so that I could pound my 8 inches back into him again and again. His
moanings were pretty loud, and we risked getting sprung, but at that stage
I couldn't have cared if even the headmaster walked in, I was so caught up
in the moment.

I clicked the video setting on my phone, and lifted my arm high above us,
to film an areal shot of the fucking. His eyes were closed, so at the end
of the clip if reached the camera round in front of his face so that it was
obvious who I was fucking.  I was not sure if I would send this one to
Dwayne, not only had I not let on that I had fucked a guy, but, this was
his best friends dad, and, I had just discovered that Dwayne, although
pubescent, was still in the last year of Primary School.  I saved up that
deliberation for later, dropped my phone onto my trousers, and resumed
giving my full attention to the ass I was fucking. I grabbed his ribs
tighter, and jerked my body into his ass time after time. He was tight, and
it felt amazing. I was ready to bust, but I squeezed my prostate muscles to
try and last longer. It worked for about twenty seconds, after which I was
unable to hold back any longer.

"Fuck, I'm cumming", I announced, as I leaned over him so that my chest was
lying on his bare back. I continued throwing my dick deep into him as what
seemed like a gallon of cum erupted out of my balls, and thrust far inside
him. His moans of gratification were impressive, but not as heart-felt as
my groans of satisfaction as NUMBER FIVE was executed without a flaw.

I pulled out, my dick made a squelching noise as I did. I dressed, and
returned the yoghurt to the fridge.  Gary was slow to 'recover', and was in
disbelief as to what had just occurred. He dressed, turned to me and said
"Are you fucking my son?"

I replied, with the utmost of serious expressions on my face "No sir", and
then added, "Not yet". I winked.

He said nothing, looked at me one last time and rushed out of the cupboard,
and the kitchen and almost ran into the hallway, to go and find his son. I
followed him out into the hallway. Mr. Wilde was walking up the hallway,
with a group of about 6 women, taking them on a tour. He looked at me,
looked at Gary, looked at me again. It was apparent that he understood what
had just happened, probably not the specifics of it, but he knew that Gary
had received more than the usual 'tour'. Eventually he spoke up "There you
are, Curtis, I thought you had gone home again. Would you please continue
this tour for me, I have to go and speak to one of the parents in the main
hall".

"Sure sir", I said, doing up my flies.

"Well ladies", Mr. Wilde said, "I hope you dont mind if I leave you in
Curtis' very capable hands".

I gave the ladies an authentic and respectful tour of the school, with no
inappropriate anec-dotes, and no added-extras. They graciously thanked me,
and left. It was approaching 8pm when the even was supposed to
finish. Mr. Wilde came and thanked me and the other tour-guides. He gave me
the look, which I read to mean 'We will talk about this later'.

As I left out of the main door, Gary and Sean were leaving out of a side
door. Gary spotted me, put his hand firmly on his sons back, and escorted
him at break-neck speed out of the school grounds, without allowing Sean to
speak or even look at me.

The decision was made. I found the video clip and clicked 'send to bbm
contact', and selected Dwayne. He accepted, and it down-loaded.

'Fuck nigga, you moved up a level, ur banging now' Dwayne wrote. 'Who was
dat?'

'Watch it again' I demanded, 'you know him'.

I waited ten minutes, but there was no reply. I jumped on my bike and
cycled home.

"Dinner is on the table!" mum exclaimed with the most pride I had ever seen
her wear. "It is your favourite".

I wasn't aware that I had a favourite, not one that she was aware of
anyway. However, I was amazed to see a delicious looking meal of stewed
beef, macaroni cheese, and roast peppers. She had poured me a glass of
wine, and picked some flowers from the garden and put them in a mug. They
had wilted a little as she had not given them any water to keep them fresh.

"You are amazing ma", I said lovingly, genuinely impressed with her
offering. "Are you not eating?"

"I ate all the bits that fell on the floor", she said innocently. I
imagined the kitchen was a riot. I ate up as mum stood by me, holding her
hands together watching me eat, proud of her parenting. The food was
delicious. I finished, carried my plate into the kitchen and spent the next
thirty minutes cleaning up after her.

"Thanks again ma", I said, kissing her again. "I'm gonna get an early night
ma, see you in the morning".

"Baby?", she said with a grin on her face.

"Yes ma?". I replied.

"You smell like sex" She said. Sometimes her intuition or observance was
astonishing, considering that she spent most of her life on another
planet".

I said nothing.

"She was a lucky girl" Mum joked.

"Four lucky girls ma", I continued the joke, not knowing if she would take
it as a joke or not.

"You..." she ended.

I retired to my room, undressed, and slomped on my bed wearing my Calvin
Classics. I checked my phone, there was a lot of activity to
answer. Firstly, Dwayne had replied. 'Fuck me, dat is Sean's dad fam, does
he know my nigga?'.

'Of course not fam', I replied, 'and dont be telling him'.

'Never dat' Dwayne clarified. 'Gee, we need to meet up, can I come chill at
your yard after school tomorrow'

'Yh, kewl' I replied.

Then there was an invitation to bbm from Sean. I accepted but did not speak
to him. He was apparently already asleep as his status read 'in bed'. I
asked Dwayne 'Did u give my pin to Sean?'

He replied 'Yh, he asked for it, is dat kewl?'

'Yh yh', I confirmed, 'see u 2mrw cuz'.

Lastly there was a string of messages from Mr. Wilde thanking me for my
efforts, and asking me about Gary. I decided to call him.

"Hello sir" I said. "Sir, you don't need to keep thanking me for helping
you out today, and sir, you don't need to check up on me, I am fine". I
told him about the meal my mum had cooked me this evening.

"What were you doing with Mr. Clarke in the kitchen?" he asked.

"Looking for something to eat sir". I lied

"You don't expect me to believe th..."

"Sir", I interrupted him, "Me and you was a one-off sir, me and Gary, urgh,
Mr. Clarke, was a one-off sir, you don't need to know my business sir, no
offence".

"Understood, Curtis" he said.

"Now sir", I butted in again, "About these two girls that are pregnant"...

This time HE interrupted me. "Curtis, much as I wanna tell you who they
are, because I like you, I am bound by a confidence, and I cannot reveal
that to you. Buddy, there is no guarantee that these girls will go through
with their pregnancies, and even if they do, you cannot assume that you are
the one that got them pregnant. If they chose to keep them, you will see
that they are pregnant, and you can choose to ask them about it then".

"OK sir, thanks sir, goodnight sir". I hung up the phone, the field was
narrowed, as Mr. Wilde had suggested that the girls could still have an
abortion, they must be in the early stages of pregnancy. I wrote a list of
the girls it could be, there were 5. I realised there was nothing I could
do about it now anyway.

My phone pinged, it was Dwayne. 'I keep watchin dat video fam, I never knew
Gary was a battyman'

I replied. 'He's not, I talked him into it fam, and b4 u ask, I'm not a
battyman either'

'So wat u fucking Gary for then?'

'I see it like a game cuz' I said, 'I'll explain tomorrow when I see u
bro'.


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