Fifty Shades of Gay Spice (Fifty Shades of Spice Erotica)

disgust almost. “You’re going to sort out my kit when we get back; keep your mouth shut and never mention this again, got it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good,” he turned toward the stairs. Halfway up the steps he looked back at me. “Wipe the spunk of your top before you get back to the dorms and wait there for at least ten minutes before you come back, got it?”
    “Yes,” I whispered. I thought he really fancied me. I mistook the urgency in his passion as affection but it was obviously just pure lust. It wouldn’t matter who had sucked his cock, he would have moaned and groaned and shot his load in their mouth. I felt like I had done it well but his attitude afterwards told me that it wasn’t that special. Feeling used and abused the reality of being a bum-boy at boarding school hit me. I had sucked an older boy’s cock and swallowed his cum, even worse than that, I had loved every minute.
    I felt sorry for myself and vowed that it wouldn’t happen again. Yes I had enjoyed it but I didn’t want to be just an alternative for a quick wank. I wiped at the sticky residue on my rugby shirt and panicked when it smeared, the stain becoming worse. I was convinced that everyone would know it was cum. My underpants were full of spunk and making me feel very uncomfortable. Looking around for something to wipe it with, my heart skipped a beat as I heard footsteps on the stage above. I hoped Farrah was coming back to see if I was okay. The footsteps headed across the stage and then onto the stairs.
    My heart sank and my guts were in my throat as a pair of Dunlop training shoes appeared. He didn’t wear that brand. I was going to be discovered under the school stage covered in spunk. As my heart threatened to punch out of my chest, a black face appeared over the banister.
    “Hey, Sweetman,” it was the voice of Edson Adekoya. “Has Farrah gone?”
    “Yes,” I whispered from the shadows. I grabbed the pink theatre curtain and rubbed frantically at my top. “He’s gone back to the dorms.”
    “Did he give you a good hiding?” he had reached the bottom of the stairs and was walking towards me. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. “I bet he roughed you up, eh?”             
    “A bit.” I shrugged. I didn’t like Edson. He was six inches taller than anyone in the school and one of the fattest pupils too. His African accent was harsh and aggressive. Combined with his size, he was an intimidating character. “He punched me in the stomach and winded me.”
    “He’s a bully,” Edson said. “You’re okay though aren’t you?”
    “Yes, thanks,” I moved away from the curtain. A sticky patch of my dribble caught my eye; it was only the size of a coin but it looked like spunk. I flushed red and stepped on it. Edson’s eyes flickered towards it and then back to meet my eyes with a piercing intensity. “I need to get back to the dorm.”
    “I heard you,” Edson chuckled evilly.
    “What?”
    “I heard you,” he repeated. He mimicked me. “Oh, I don’t want to do that, Farrah!”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I could feel tears of embarrassment filling my eyes. I’d been caught red handed. Oh my God, what else had he heard?
    “Oh, Sweetman, that’s amazing,” he mimicked Farrah this time. “Did he make you suck his cock for him?”
    “No he did not,” I mumbled. I was frozen with shock and panic at this point.
    “Shut up and suck!” He mimicked Farrah again. “What did he want you to suck then if it wasn’t his cock?”
    “I didn’t do anything,” I could feel my lips quivering. The shame and embarrassment would kill my parents.
    “Liar, I heard him moaning when he came!”
    “Please don’t tell the others.”
    “Okay.”
    “Okay?” I was stunned.
    “I won’t tell anyone after all, Farrah’s my friend.”
    “Thanks.”
    “You owe me one though.”
    “Okay,” I shrugged. I would pretty much have done anything not to be outed to the school. I imagined people talking about me the way they had about Thomas. I didn’t know the boy but I felt sorry him. “I’ll sort your kit out after games tomorrow.”
    “What?”
    “Well it’s been raining all week so it will be a right mess after games.”
    “I don’t need my kit washing, Sweetman!”
    I had a sinking feeling in my stomach again. I knew what he was going to say. There was no physical attraction for me, not like there was with Farrah. I fancied Farrah but Edson was a different