Chapter 2: Theres Just One Snag

‘I felt his dick shrinking inside me and most of the pain was fading away. Soon he was fully soft and even with all his weight on me, he couldn’t stop it slipping out. As he lifted off me, I said, ‘That was disgusting, and the pain was awful.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I put some oil on my cock when I went to the toilet so I thought it would slide in easily. Although I admit, I got over excited when it came to it and thrust in harder perhaps than I should. Is your inside stinging?’ he asked.’

‘No,’ I said, ‘It just feels as if you’ve torn my bum apart.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘I’ll use more oil next time and go in slower then, it won’t hurt.’ ‘You’ll never do that to me ever again.’ I said firmly. ‘Well, we’ll see about that.’ he said.’

‘Now it’s your turn,’ he told me. ‘Do you want to try putting your cock up my bum?’ ‘Certainly NOT.’ I said adamantly. ‘Ok then, I’ll suck you this time.’ he said as he knelt down and took my dick in his mouth. He started sucking and as the nice feeling started going through me, the pain from my bum seemed to ease.’

‘It seemed to take a lot longer for my feeling to kick in. In between his mouth on my dick feeling nice there were throbs of pain from my bum. But eventually my feeling started, then grew. I didn’t bother saying anything, just left him to it.’

‘Then as I was about to shoot, he must have realised, because he suddenly went very fast. Moments later my intention not to sound like I was enjoying it went out of the window. As the lovely feeling flowed through me, I cried out as I shot four loads of cum into his mouth.’

‘I felt it filling his mouth and I knew from the sensations I was getting that he was trying to swallow it as fast as I shot. As I shrank, he was still swallowing. I couldn’t help feeling good as I felt sure that he would be comparing my deluge with his little dribble.’

‘He stood up and I got up too. He sat in the chair and held his arms open. I was tempted to refuse, but I thought of the recording and sat on his knee. He held me to him and told me he hadn’t wanted to hurt me, that’s why he had oiled his cock, but he’d just got carried away.’

‘I promise I won’t hurt you again.’ he said. ‘Does that mean you won’t do that again?’ I asked. ‘Oh no,’ he told me, ‘But I promise I’ll be much more careful next time. As well as putting more oil on my cock, I’ll oil your bum too.’

‘But you don’t need to return for two months, and next time we’ll only suck each other. After that, well, we’ll see.’ We got dressed and he saw me out with our usual kiss. I tried not to show how repulsed I was feeling.’

‘Walking home, my bum was still sore. I managed to keep my suffering from mum and dad. I went up to bed early and by morning I still felt uncomfortable, but the pain was clearly subsiding. On Saturday, I spent the day with Amy.’

‘She sensed immediately that something was up with me. ‘I think it’s just delayed reaction to losing grandad.’ I told her. ‘I don’t know if she believed me or not, but we had a nice enough day out and she didn’t push it. She kept hold of me whenever she could.’

‘When I walked her home that evening, we kissed and caressed at her front door, and I thanked her for putting up with me. ‘You’re my boyfriend,’ she told me, ‘When you are sad, I am sad. I’m also here for you always.’ We chatted at school during the week, and all seemed back to normal.’

‘I found that instead of happy dreams at night I was having nightmares about what had happened and what might happen in the future. By the end of the week, even mum and dad had started to notice there was something up.’

‘I assured them I was fine, and I went out with Amy on the following Saturday as usual. We spent the day at hers with her mum and dad. It was a lovely day as usual, and it took my mind off things a lot. After saying goodnight to Amy, I should have gone home to an exciting dream.’

‘But it was another nightmare. At school on Monday Amy and I were taking in the playground at lunchtime. ‘After you’d gone on Sunday, both mum and dad said you hadn’t seemed your usual self.’ She told me. ‘What did you tell them?’ I asked. ‘I said I thought it was a reaction to losing your grandad,’ she told me. ‘But it’s not that is it?’ I said nothing and we just sat quietly together. Just being with her helped somehow.’

‘Then later in the week we were called into the hall and the head announced about Mr Clarkson. I felt so relieved that I wouldn’t have to go through that again. But then I was scared about what he might do with the recording. Would he send it out, out of anger at being caught?’

‘I also wondered about the boy he’d been caught with, at least no one knew about me. He would have had to deal with other people knowing about it. I felt so sorry for him. On the Saturday when I was out with Amy, she told me, ‘You seem more like your own self today, I’m so glad.’

‘She gave me a hug and a kiss. She commented about the headmaster’s announcement regarding Mr Clarkson. ‘I wonder who the poor girl was who he was caught raping.’ she said.’

‘I realised then that the head had only said he was caught raping a pupil, so Amy had jumped to the conclusion it was a girl. ‘It must be a terrible thing to get over,’ she mused. ‘And how would a future partner feel about it?’

‘Lots of people have more than one boy or girlfriend before settling down,’ I said. ‘Most of them will have had sex, so from a partner’s point of view it shouldn’t make any difference. After all, the victim wouldn’t have chosen to do it. And it’s the person they know then that they are marrying, not their past.’

‘How would you feel if it had been me?’ she asked, then added quickly, ‘It wasn’t.’ ‘I’d want to kill him,’ I said. ‘But apart from that, the only difference it would make to me would be that I’d understand if it took you longer to feel able to have sex with me. I’d also be even more careful and gentle with you when we did.’

‘That got me a big hug and a kiss in the middle of town. Knowing I no longer had to come here made a big difference to how I felt and having decided there was a fifty-fifty chance he wouldn’t do anything, I coped, outwardly at least, with that hanging over my head.’

‘Then later when I got your text I was over the moon. Even though I wasn’t a hundred percent certain with not knowing you, that you had been recommended by the headmaster made me reasonably certain that your message was true.’

‘How was life after that?’ Danny asked. ‘Almost back to normal,’ Stephen said. ‘I still had a nightmare around once a week, but now it wasn’t about what might happen, it was just remembering what had happened. I was still scared that Amy might somehow find out.’

‘You don’t think she’d be sympathetic?’ Danny asked. ‘Oh yes, I’m sure she’d be ok. But she’d want to know why I let him do it. And that I couldn’t explain without telling her about me and Nelson. I’ve also been worrying that what happened to me, particularly on the last occasion, might affect me having sex with Amy in some way.’

‘Sit up,’ Danny told him. He moved to the side and took him in his arms. Stephen settled happily against him, his head on Dannys shoulder. just having shared it all had made him feel so much better. ‘Thank you for feeling able to tell me all that.’ Danny told him.’

‘Stay there for a while. Then you can lie down again, and I’ll tell you a few things you should know and make a few suggestions. Stephen sat happily in his arms for a while then Danny moved back to the end of the settee.

Settling down with his head on Dannys lap, Stephen looked up at him, smiled and waited to hear all the solutions to his problems which he felt sure would happen. ‘First let me tell you about the recording.’ Danny began.’

‘When Mr Clarkson was caught, his phone was confiscated and passed to me. I listened to all the recordings, then checked his phone for numbers to match the names. That’s how I was able to send the message to you.’