Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2009 14:01:59 -0600 From: Data Fever Subject: Quick Learner part 4 A couple of days later, Tweeter asked me if I'd get a room with him. It certainly wasn't common for two working boys to get a room in the middle of the day, but as Tweeter never stayed overnight, his only opportunity to have sex with me was during the day. He even paid Pete's five dollar room charge. Once in the room, we got right to business, stripping off our clothes and getting into bed. Tweeter had me lie down on my back, then he lubed up my boner and his butt. He squatted down and guided my boner into his butt. Then he began to bounce up and down. It occurred to me that for all the times that I had been fucked, I had never fucked anyone else. While I was fucking Tweeter, my mind was fantasizing about fucking Cheeter and raking my fingernails down his back like he had done with me. Tweeter stopped and turned around so that he was facing away from me. I was surprised at how much different it felt. I could also tell that I was able to push my boner deeper into his butt. I enjoyed it a lot more. Then Tweeter had us change positions again. This time he lay down on his stomach and I banged his butt while lying on top of him. Each time I thrust into his butt, he pushed backward and it seemed that I was penetrating him as far as I could go. In no time at all, I was having my orgasm. Tweeter then turned over and had me suck him off. Very quickly, he was bouncing around and moaning and twitching. He made me feel like it was the best blow job he had ever received, even though I knew that dozens, if not hundreds, of men had sucked him off in the time that he had been working at the arcade. When he finally had me stop, I couldn't tell if he had been faking the whole time, or if he actually had several orgasms. Even though he was so much younger than I was, Tweeter was still directing the action. He had me lay down on my back and climbed on top of me, our crotches pressed together and his head on my chest. As he lay there, Tweeter said he had a secret he wanted to tell me, something that he hadn't told anyone else. After I promised not to tell anyone, he told me that he was actually eleven years old, that he had had a birthday almost two months ago, but he still wanted everyone to think that he was still ten as he would get more tricks that way. He made no move to get off of me, so I just lay there caressing his back and butt. After a while, he hesitatingly asked me if I would lick his butthole. That was a new one on me. I'd never heard of such a thing before. Tweeter lay down on his back and lifted up his legs. His puckered hole was staring at me. He must have noticed my hesitation because he suggested that I start by licking his balls and work my way down from there. I still had my doubts, but I followed his instructions. By the time my tongue reached his hole, I had closed my mind to how nasty it was to be doing what I was doing. Then he had me push the tip of my tongue into his hole, something that was fairly easy as he was able to hold his hole open a little bit. After a couple of minutes, Tweeter had me get a lot of spit around his hole, then push my boner inside and grab his ankles, pushing his knees up to his ears. While exhorting me to go faster and to take longer strokes, Tweeter banged his fist up and down on his own boner. From the way his butthole suddenly tightened up several times, it seemed obvious that Tweeter had just had an orgasm. It was a very good feeling and my own orgasm followed immediately thereafter. Now I could imagine why Paul enjoyed it so much when I orgasmed when he was inside me. After we caught our breaths, Tweeter asked me if I'd like to go with him to a studio the next day. He explained that there would be other boys there and we'd all be doing the same kinds of things that the two of us had just done. We agreed to meet in front of the arcade at nine-thirty in the morning. For some reason, I was nervous the next morning as we walked over to the studio. We walked down several side streets and eventually came to a blank door set into a brick wall. Tweeter pushed the buzzer several times, probably in some sort of code. A boy of about twelve opened the door and motioned us to go up a flight of stairs. He then locked the door and followed us up. We entered into a room that had cameras and lights set up everywhere with a very large bed in the center of activity. There were four other boys already in the large room, three of them naked. An older man came over and greeted Tweeter by name, asking who I was. Tweeter explained that Rusty and Puffer had not been available, and I was the oldest kid he could find. When the man asked if I could shoot, I shook my head no. That seemed to get him upset. "Oh, great! Now what am I supposed to do? Seven of you little fuckers and not a single one of you can shoot. You guys know how much I like to get cum shots." He threw up his hands and muttered something about finding a way to get some decent action filmed anyway. It was obvious that I was the only new kid there. The man went over the rules, mostly addressing himself to me. Stay away from the cameras, stay off the bed unless you were a part of the action, always pay attention to where the cameras are and never look at them, make sure the cameras can see what you are doing, even if you don't feel excited, move around and make it seem as though you've never been that excited in your life, and so on. Those of us boys with clothes on stripped naked. The man asked me to pay attention to what the other boys were doing, particularly to how they made sure the camera could see what they were doing. First on the bed were Brian and Russell, both of whom were about twelve years old. They lay down beside each other head to toe and sucked each other off at the same time. Then they fucked each other doggy style. I could see how they had to bend so that the camera could get a good view of the action that would normally be hidden by their bodies. In spite of myself, I got a boner. I noticed that all the other boys did too. Surprisingly, I had the biggest boner there even though one of the other boys was already fourteen. Tweeter's boner was easily the smallest. I didn't have a lot of experience in judging these kinds of things, but the performance I was watching seemed a little fake to me. Neither Brian nor Russell seemed to be really enjoying themselves. It was like they were just going through the motions. Yet when they were done, the man told them they had done a good job. The man asked Tweeter to be next and asked him who he wanted for a partner. I could tell that the man was hoping it wouldn't be me, but Tweeter pointed in my direction. The man gave a shrug of disappointment and motioned me to join Tweeter on the bed. Tweeter whispered in my ear that we should just do what we had done the previous day, and that I should make sure the cameras could see the action at all times. Then he threw me totally off guard by giving me a tongue kiss and pushing me onto my back. I did not need to fake my reactions as he lubed my boner and climbed on top of me. In fact, I even forgot that the cameras were there until it was time for me to climb onto his back. I made sure to keep my body up off of his so that the camera could see my boner pushing in and out. Tweeter was very animated as I sucked him off. I knew that he wasn't just faking because I could feel his boner throbbing at times. I'm sure he had at least two or three orgasms. When Tweeter lay down on top of me, he immediately started tongue kissing me with his head turned slightly so the camera could see our tongues dancing. And he had one of his legs lifted slightly so that the cameras could see him thrusting his boner against my pelvis. When it came time for me to lick Tweeter's butthole, I started at his balls and worked my way down. It was hard for me to make sure the camera could see anything, but as Tweeter's butt was elevated, the man put a camera beneath my chin and showed the action from below. Then it was time for me to fuck Tweeter again. Tweeter was putting on quite a performance and I had no need to fake the way I was feeling. I was using long, deep strokes so that the cameras could easily see as my boner pushed into Tweeter's butthole over and over again. Tweeter's fist was stroking back and forth on his boner as fast as lightning. His excitement was driving me crazy and just as I felt my orgasm shake through my body, his butthole squeezed tightly several times and I yelped in pleasure. I collapsed on top of Tweeter and lay there gasping for breath as my boner slipped out of him. The old man went crazy. "Jesus Christ! Fuck! That was fucking great! Holy shit! Tweeter, how come you never brought this kid in before?" I rolled off of Tweeter and he explained that I was a new kid, that I'd been working for only a short while and that I'd never done anything like that before. The man was amazed, and even more so when he learned that I hadn't been faking at all. "I kinda figured that though. Nobody can fake that good their first time." Tweeter and I got off the bed and Tyrone and Justin got on. They were a little more animated than Brian and Russell had been. Tyrone licked Justin's butthole while Justin was on his knees. I think it made for a better camera shot that way. They sucked each other off while Tyrone lay on top of Justin, but it seemed that the cameras weren't picking up much that way. After Tyrone and Justin did some more sucking and fucking, the man had Billy, the fourteen year old, and Tweeter go at it together. Then he had me get together with Justin. Finally he had Tyrone, Tweeter and myself do a three-way, giving us instructions and then taping us as we did what he wanted. The man seemed very pleased with the result. He told me to make sure that I came with Tweeter the next time. He gave each of us a hundred bucks and sent us on our way. It was just past noon. I still had time to kill before going back to the arcade. It occurred to me that I hadn't seen Cheeter for a couple of days and I went looking for him at the places I knew he might hang out. Only when I couldn't find him did I realize how much I missed him. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when I got back to the arcade. I was tired and just sat down on a stool, indicating that I wasn't available. It was shortly after that that Paul came in. He saw that I wasn't working and came over to ask if I was all right. I told him that I was just tired. He offered to take me out to eat and I accepted. After we ate, Paul asked me to come over to his place and spend the night. If it had been anyone else, I would have refused, but I had grown to like Paul so I accepted. It was a decision that would change my life.