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Teaching Stefan	By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Teaching Stefan
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When Neil awoke on the morning of the 6th December the bed beside him was empty.
He switched off the beeping alarm clock and got up. Yawning, he went over to the curtains and drew them open. It was a sunny Saturday, the sky a crisp blue promising chilly winds and frost. There was nothing much on his agenda apart from a prolonged breakfast, a stroll down the river with his boyfriend and later maybe dinner at friend’s place. He frowned when his gaze landed on the empty bed. Where was Stefan? The bed sheets and the pillows still looked unmade, blankets thrown back when the boy had quietly sneaked out of bed. His clothes still lay neatly folded where he had put them the evening before; jeans and shirt piled on a chair, the pair of shoes stood between its legs. The door to the bedroom had been closed again and Neil could not hear a single sound from outside.
After a moment of simply enjoying the sunlight which fell on his face, Neil decided to go looking for the boy. When he opened the door he listened again but the shower was not running so he went downstairs first, hoping to find Stefan in the kitchen.
That room was also deserted and no empty teacup stood on the sink, indicating that Stefan had been there. There was nobody in the living room either; the curtains were still drawn, leaving the room filled with vague half-light.
Neil called out Stefan’s name a couple of times but got no answer.
The door to the sitting room was still shut as well. Neil smiled slightly to himself, thinking about the little surprise he had prepared for his boy there. Stefan had told him that in Germany it was Saint Nicolas Day on the 6th December and that kids traditionally got sweets and nuts or tiny toys for the occasion. The boy had looked a little upset that this year there would be nobody he was getting is share of Saint Nicolas presents from. Something which Neil could not stand and so he had decided that it would be fun to play a bit of Santa himself. He had put branches of mistletoe all over the flat, so that they hung form the ceiling in doorframes or from chandeliers. After all he could always need an excuse to kiss the boy.He had hung stockings from the landing of the fireplace – all but one were filled with nuts and oranges and branches of holly but one was filled with little chocolate Santas and Winnie the Pooh’s. Apparently the boy had not found it yet. Neil was sure that as soon as Stefan had come across his little surprise, the boy would have been upstairs with him again, beaming and smiling and kissing him all over.
Neil frowned again. This was getting strange. The boy must be somewhere. He could not have disappeared wearing only his pyjamas.
Was this some kind of game?
The boy’s idea of a practical joke perhaps?
Shaking his head slightly, feeling somewhat annoyed, Neil went back upstairs.
He knocked on the door of Stefan’s room, which was actually one of his guest rooms but had been occupied by the boy even before they had gotten together. Again he got no answer. Neil stood in front of Stefan’s room for a moment, thinking and trying to figure out where he had not looked. The attic and he cellar. Very unlikely. The garden. Definitely not. Then there was only the bathroom left. Neil turned on his heel and went down the corridor once more. He was on the verge of knocking on the bathroom door, when he heard muffled noises form within and dropped his hand. His first impulse was to pull open the door and rush in but then he realized what these noises indicated and blushed quite furiously.
Could it be true? Stefan had locked himself in the bathroom to have a go at himself?
Did not sound much like Stefan, did it? But then again, he was listening in to the obvious proof. He suppressed a giggle and carefully pressed the door handle down and to his surprise the door gave way. The boy had not even bothered to lock the door. Neil could not help but grin. That was almost like an invitation! Cautiously and slowly he opened the door so that he could peek in. Stefan was standing at the other end of the room, near the radiator, his back turned to the door. The boy was apparently totally oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. He was undressed and had placed a towel on the floor where he stood.
‘How considerate,’ Neil thought. ‘Even in a situation like that he does not want to make a mess.’
He was still watching the boy through the crack in the door. Because Stefan’s back was turned his way, Neil could not see much; only the slow motion of the boy’s hand moving up and down his erection. But he could hear Stefan’s little moans and gasps and that send shiver after shiver down his spine. His own breathing had become slightly laboured in no time and he felt more and more blood rushing down to his private part.
Wasn’t it amazing how soon even the most comfortable of pants could become too tight?
He took a deep breathe and pushed the door open. Still Stefan did not seem to notice.
So Neil stepped into the room and got undressed. He did not bother with folding up his pyjama like Stefan had done and only quickly threw the clothes to the floor. As quietly as possible he stepped up behind the boy and placed his hands on Stefan’s hips. The boy gave quite a start and immediately turned scarlet. He tried to wiggle himself free from his boyfriend’s grip but Neil held him firmly in place and pulled him closer to himself. Stefan gasped as he felt Neil’s erection pressing against his bum. The colour of his ears and neck turned an even darker shade of red. Neil chuckled softly and kissed the boy’s throat.
“Naughty on Saint Nicolas Day, are we?” he asked in a whisper. “That’s not something we can tolerate. Naughty boys need to be taught a lesson every now and then and I think it’s definitely time for yours!” He gave one of Stefan’s nipples a teasing twist and grinned when he heard the sharp intake of breathe.
“Turn around,” he ordered and the boy obeyed without hesitation. For a moment he stood there, his head bowed, not daring to face his boyfriend. Somewhere at the back of his mind Neil could see the point. It was a very bizarre situation for the two of them to be in, considering that they hardly ever discussed their sex life. Stefan was still very insecure about the whole thing and basically did whatever Neil suggested and Neil tried to be as undemanding a possible because he feared to intimidate Stefan otherwise. Sometimes it was really rather awkward and complicated, but then again he loved the boy to pieces. He just wanted to get it right this time.
Still here they were; both naked and – judging from the way their erections were twitching – both horny. Neil lifted Stefan’s head up gently and flashed him an encouraging smile.
“No need to be embarrassed,” he whispered into the boy’s ear. “Actually I quite liked the show, as you might have noticed.”
Stefan blushed again but grinned back at Neil. “Glad I could please you a bit, Santa,” he answered with a wink.
“Santa?” Neil echoed. Stefan chose to play along? That promised to develop into quite an interesting lesson indeed!
“Oh yes,” he went on a bit lamely. Then he pushed the boy back against the wall playfully. Stefan stumbled a little but did not look alarmed when his back hit the wall.
“So, have you been a good boy last year?” Neil asked, quickly stepping into Stefan’s personal space. The boy shook his head. Neil arched an eyebrow disapprovingly and grabbed the boy’s shoulders, holding him in place with minimum effort.
“You have to answer Santa properly if he asks you a question,” he scolded. “But as you are new here, you will be forgiven this one time. Don’t disappoint me again! Answer now: Have you been a good boy?”
Stefan tried hard to suppress a giggle but managed to reply:
“No, Santa. I haven’t been a good boy!”
“And why is this?” Neil demanded, feeling the tension between them rise. He twisted one of Stefan’s nipples as if for emphasis.
“Because being a naughty boy is more fun!” Stefan exclaimed and beamed at Neil, throwing him a glance that seemed to say: “Especially with you!”
Neil smiled slightly but did not interrupt their little game. This time he squeezed Stefan’s other nipple and was quite pleased with the little moan he got as a reply.
“And what shall we do with a naughty boy like you?” Neil questioned Stefan.
Stefan shook his head. “I don’t know. Teach me a lesson?”
“Good boy!” Neil leaned forward and quickly nibbled at Stefan’s ear. Then both of the boy’s pink nipples got a squeeze and then he dropped down to his knees. Stefan gasped again but before he could protest, Neil had placed his hands on the insides of the boy’s legs, stroking the soft skin there before urging his legs further apart.
“Lean back,” he instructed and then grabbed Stefan’s hips firmly. For a second he simply watched his lover and once more was totally stunned by the intensity of the feeling he had for this boy. Being in love with Stefan and being loved by Stefan were bloody amazing.
Plus the boy was just drop-dead gorgeous. Even more so right now; naked and turned on as he was. His pale skin seemed to glow softly in the harsh neon light, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes half closed and his still hard penis faced up almost vertically.
Neil closed his eyes briefly, taking it all in. He felt his own body hum with desire as well. Christ, this boy was just too god-damn sexy!
He took a deep breathe and opened his eyes again. He was not going to miss one second of the fun. He wanted to see exactly what his little lesson did to the boy.
He leaned forward and without warning took Stefan’s dick into his mouth. It was an easy task as Stefan did not have a very big member. Neil could swallow the boy’s full length quite easily and immediately began to suck on the hard flesh. A startled gasp came from above, quickly followed by half suppressed moans. Neil grinned inwardly; this was exactly the reaction he had hoped for. He teased Stefan’s glens with some quick flicks of his tongue. The boy trembled slightly and moaned again, louder this time. Neil let Stefan’s dick slowly slide out of his mouth again. His own private part was fully hard by now and his knees began to ache on the hard floor.
“To hell with that,” he thought and shifted his weight slightly to get into a more comfortable position.
“Oh!” was Stefan’s only muttered protest. The boy’s eyes flew open and he looked down at Neil with a mixture of confusion and disappointment.
“Watch!” Neil told the boy and began to slowly stroke his own erection.
“Oh, wow!” Stefan panted and pressed himself firmer against the wall behind him.
Neil watched the boy watching him and found it to be an incredible sexy experience. After a few moments of watching, Stefan reached out in order to touch himself again but Neil shook his head fiercely.
“Don’t dare to do this!” He barked. “Naughty boys have to suffer!”
Stefan nodded and mumbled something that sounded like: “Jawohl!”
He pressed his hands against the tiles behind him, not knowing where else to put them.
Neil went on stroking himself for a while. He tried to give the kid a good view and exaggerated his stroked ad pulled at his stiff member more then necessary.
Stefan seemed to like it; at least he was breathing hard and trembling slightly every now and then. His hard cock danced in front of Neil’s face and when he saw that the tip had begun weeping tiny drops of pre-cum he stopped touching himself and went back to teaching Stefan his lesson. At first he just gave the shaft a few nice, slow licks, then he lapped at the glans, playing with the foreskin and licking the sensitive tip. Soon the boy was shaking like a leaf in a storm. In order not to let the boy come too soon Neil stopped this and instead took the boy’s cock back into his mouth. He sucked slowly at first, giving Stefan time to adjust to the sensation. He pressed his tongue against the vein running along the length of Stefan’s shaft and licked around it as best he could without letting it escape his mouth. When Stefan begun to carefully thrust his hips forward in order to push his erection deeper into his lover’s mouth, Neil started to suck him harder, taking him as deeply into his mouth as possible and then almost let go of it. In and out he sucked the boy’s dick and in and out again. His head bobbed up and down Stefan’s shaft, steadily up and down and up and down. Then up and down in quick succession.
When he looked up, he saw that Stefan’s head was lolling from one side to the other, eyes closed and sweat glistening on his forehead.
He was shaking rather badly by now and Neil had the impression that he would not last much longer. He took Stefan into his mouth completely and licked and sucked with even more intensity. Again he shifted his weight slightly, moving a little closer to the boy. His knees were giving him hell but he had no intention of changing his position. After all there were certain parts of both Stefan’s and his own anatomy that required his immediate attention in a much more urgent manner.
He encircled his hard dick with his hand once more. This time his strokes were less playful and not very deliberate. Pretty soon he was pumping as hard and fast as he was sucking Stefan. After a while the boy began to moan loudly and to mutter incomprehensible things. When his body tensed, Neil let Stefan’s hard prick slide from his mouth with a soft plop and instead licked and sucked at the boy’s testicles. Stefan uttered a sound close to a yelp.
“No, no, I can’t anymore. No! Stop, please, no.” He repeated over an over but nevertheless continued to thrust his hips forward. Neil went on sucking, unimpressed by the boy’s pleas for mercy. Finally Stefan’s whole body went rigid and then he came.
His orgasm was like an explosion and the hot sperm hit Neil’s face and the boy’s own belly. Neil continued his work until the boy was spent and his cock was going limp again.
He grabbed Stefan’s hip with one hand, pushing him back against the wall, trying to keep the boy on his feet despite of his trembling knees. He edged closer so that their legs were touching and rested his head against the boy’s sweaty belly.
Stefan was still shuddering and moaning softly. Neil went on with his now frantic strokes. He was almost there anyway. Seeing Stefan come almost always send him close to the edge. Just a few strokes more, yes, just a few strokes. He almost bit Stefan when his own orgasm hit him. He was shaking uncontrollably and came all over Stefan’s legs. The boy moaned again and whispered:
“You look hot when you come!”
Then he slid down the wall until his face was level with Neil’s. His kissed the older man hard and it was enough to make Neil shudder again. Their kiss went on long after the actual orgasm had subsided. It felt too amazing to stop. It was Stefan who finally broke it and slowly pushed himself up against the wall until he was standing upright again.
“Sorry, I have to pee!” he muttered, blushing again. Neil drew back a little, resting his weight on his feet and laughed.
“Never mind! But I guess I taught myself a lesson instead of you.”
“Which?” Stefan asked; looking down at his still kneeling boyfriend curiously.
“That my knees are not used to such an exercise,” he admitted and held out one hand. “Can you pull?”
Stefan helped him to his feet, not bothering to hide his grin.
“And what have you learned from that then?” he teased when Neil winced as he want over to the sink to wash his hands and face. Neil took his time drying himself and then faced the boy with a smirk.
“That I need more practise and you more lessons! Happy Saint Nicolas Day, by the way!”
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