Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2015 19:15:56 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Training a Teacher 10 Nifty survives on donations. Send your $1 per rope contribution to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********* While bathhouses are not places to have conversations in, they are anything but quiet. The noise of people walking around and having sex in rooms that have no ceilings behind walls which are basically plywood creates a steady buzz of debauchery. The beds are uncomfortable, as they are simply small rubber coated foam mattresses on a wooden box built onto the wall. And I had left the lights on high. So it wasn't too long before I was awake. I had rolled off of Paul's back and was on my side facing away when I woke, so I moved onto my back and looked at Paul. He too was awake and on his side facing me. I guess he had been studying me while I slept. I raised my arm and Paul slid under it, cuddling up to me. I could feel the soaking wet pouch of his jock. Paul being taller than me had to skootch down to place his head on my shoulder and his shoulder under my arm, so his jock covered cock and balls were next to leg below my hip. I had planned on making Paul wait until Sunday to cum (and I was going to take his load in my mouth when I rewarded him with a blowjob) but his cumming from my fucking him was a not unsatisfactory development. It would reinforce his desire - hell it was caused by his over whelming desire for me. I gently stroked Paul's back as I held him next to me and he gently returned the touches on my chest, my stomach and soon my cock and balls. The touching was starting to arouse me so I moved Paul off me and got off the bed. "Come on, let's take a shower," I said. Paul took off the jock and grabbed a towel and I did likewise. Wrapping them around our waists we made off down the hall to the showers. Now there were a fair number of people in the bathhouse roaming the halls in their towels. The system seemed quite straightforward and I would have definitely gotten into it if I hadn't been there with Paul with a purpose. Guys would roam the halls and others would lie in their room with the door open. If I guy in the hall liked the look of the guy in the room he would go to enter and the guy on the bed would either nod yes or no and if yes they would enter and the door would close. Some guys were on their stomachs on the bed, so I guessed they were looking to get fucked or maybe just didn't care who came in. There were a couple guys in the shower. Paul and I hung up our towels and took shower nozzles next to each other and away from the guys already there. There was soap though no shampoo, so we had to make do cleaning ourselves with the tiny bars of hand soap the bathhouse had provided. It actually took a fair bit of work to get all the cum and lube off our bodies. Being so focused on getting myself clean, as I hadn't had a shower since that morning and had been cum on two times, not to mention the lube, cum and ass that was undoubtedly caked to my cock and ass, I didn't notice that a number of guys from the hallway had followed us into the shower. In fact, when I did look around it was almost full. None of them were using the soap, though each was standing under a nozzle pretending to be showering while they stared at Paul and me. A few were sporting erections. Between us Paul and I probably appealed to different appetites of these men. As an underage boy I knew I was most of their fantasy. Though Paul, tall and lean and blond, looking young for his late 20s (I had learned over dinner he was 29), devoid of all pubes or hair on his balls and ass, with a lengthy uncut cock, must have been an object of some of their desires (he was increasingly of mine). They could look all they want. In fact, their watching was the point of this visit to the bathhouse (I could fuck Paul at home, albeit without a mirror next to the bed). Once Paul and I were clean, we dried ourselves, wrapped the towels around us and headed back to our room. I don't know if Paul had noticed the guys staring at us, he was busy looking at me when he wasn't washing himself and he had left his glasses in the room and I had no idea how good his eyesight was without them. If he did he didn't say anything. Once in the room Paul went to put on the jock again. "You don't have to wear that, it is soaking," I said. "I want to," Paul said meekly. He was settling into his role quite nicely. Dimming the light to about half I dropped my towel to the floor and put some lube on my cock. Patting the bed I said "on your hands and knees." I was getting more comfortable speaking in a place where everyone could hear and Paul was now comfortable talking to me during sex. We were both growing into our newfound sexual relationship. Getting on the bed I positioned myself behind him and lined up my cock with his hole. Instead of pushing into him I put my hands on his hips and gently guided him back. As Paul was taller than me, him bending his legs and leaning back onto my cock lowered him so he was level with my crotch. As I watched my cock disappear into his ass I looked over at the mirror and saw Paul watching us as he moved backwards and skewered himself on my cock. I stayed like that, kneeling behind him, and let Paul move back and forth on my cock. While this was sort of doggie, having Paul do the work added an interesting twist. I was forcing him to impale himself on my cock again and again. I could only imagine what this was doing to his love of my being inside him and his sense of submission. Reaching back I opened the door. Paul alternated between watching us in the mirror and glancing back to the open door as he steadily moved back and forth on my cock. Whenever a guy made a move to enter the room I would shake my head no. They would still watch us for a while (I knew we were a hot sight as I could see us in the mirror on the other side). Eventually, after having checked up out for a while, they would move on, intent on finding some sex act they could participate in (probably still thinking of us as they bust their nut into some less attractive man's mouth or ass). I was in no hurry to cum. And Paul seemed to be in no rush either as he steadily rocked back and forth, taking my cock into him and then pulling off until only the head was inside before pushing back and taking it into the hilt. As time went by the crowd got younger. I guess the midnight to 2am crowd was older men looking for quick sex before going home either to a wife or kids or a good night's rest. But by 2am it was club kids who turned to the bathhouse as their final option of getting laid that night. Like the men, most of the younger guys stopped to watch us as they cruise the hallways, but they didn't stand in the doorway when I shook my head no, they moved on. Just as I was thinking the voyeur aspect I wanted to subject Paul to as he fucked himself on my cock had run its course, I recognized the boy who came to the door from the bookstore. It was the cashier who had replaced Pornshopboy. I hadn't given him much notice in the bookstore, when I came back from PSB's place, but now that I saw him in a towel he was quite hot. He was a ginger kid so aside from the red hair on the top of his head he appeared to be smooth, at least above the towel. He was slim like PSB and looked to be about the same age, older than me but less than the 21 you are supposed to be to even enter the triple-X bookstore. When he made a move to enter I didn't shake my head no. Coming over to the bed he began to run his hands over my chest, back and ass. Glancing at the mirror I could see Paul's head was turned to see him as Paul continued to rock back and forth on my cock. I reached down and pulled off his towel. There, under trimmed ginger pubes was a decent size uncut cock. As I fondled it, it hardened in my hand. Paul had now stopped moving and was pushed back against my hips with my cock buried all the way in his ass as he looked back at this redheaded boy. Paul seemed mesmerized watching his uncut cock in my hand. It was a nice size, probably as long as Paul's though thicker and, like Paul's, the foreskin stayed over the head when erect. My guess is, the boy being ginger and Paul being blond, added to Paul's interest, that and the boy was very cute. I had in my mind dubbed this boy "PornshopboyII: the sequel" and I had to admit his cock was much more impressive than PornshopboyI. I don't know if it was the position we were in, if PSB2 was a top, if his co-worker had told him what we had done or if a 15 year old boy's ass is just too tempting; whatever the case, as I stroked his cock he was kneading my ass and parting my cheeks and touching my hole, clearly intent on fucking me. For my part I don't know if it was because he was also from the bookstore and the thought of being fucked by both Pornshop boys appealed to me or if the fact that Paul was staring at him so intensely and clearly was fascinated by him if not in lust for him, but I made no move to stop him from playing with my ass. Since I didn't say anything, he just reached for the lube and taking his cock out of my hand he applied lube and mounted the bed behind me. "Close the door," I said, which he did. Paul's eyes were wide as saucers as he turned his head to the other side to watch the action behind him in the mirror, still pressed back against me with my cock buried all the way in his ass. Kneeling behind me, PSBII connected his thick uncut lubed cock with my hole and pushed. He slid in surprisingly easily given that he was thicker than PSB1, which was the only cock that had been in my ass to date (though that had been in me the same day so I had been somewhat stretched by his workmate). Aside from the initial jolt at being entered, I quickly absorbed his entire cock. Both Paul and I were looking at the mirror now, watching him enter me, seeing how we looked in this threesome and then watching him as he began to fuck my ass. For his part, PSB2 was not looking at the mirror. He was looking forward, one hand roaming over my back and the other holding onto my shoulder as be began to fuck me. Since I was buried in Paul's ass, everytime PSB2 shoved his cock into me hard, my own cock moved deeper in Paul's ass (if that was possible as Paul had been pressed back against me all this time). Before long Paul was meeting every thrust of PSB2 with a pushback of his own, trying to make me go deeper. I just knelt there as this ginger kid fucked me. Harder and faster he would thrust each time which made my cock move in Paul's ass. The sensations in my ass and on my cock were too much and I knew I was going to cum soon. Suddenly wanting this PSBII to cum in my ass like his coworker had done earlier, and knowing I would want him to stop fucking me once I came, I warned him "I am going to cum." This made both Paul and him turn up speed and pressure. PSB2 was now fucking my ass as hard and fast as he could. Paul was not only meeting every thrust by pushing back against me, he was using his ass muscles to squeeze around my cock. It was too much and I started to cum in Paul's ass. As the first rope of cum shot out of my cock PSB2 let out a loud cry and I knew he was starting to cum too. Even though he was cumming PSB2 didn't stop the pace of fucking and my ass continued to get plowed as I deposited my load deep inside Paul. Even after I had stopped cumming PSB2 was still ramming his cock into me, trying to get every bit of sperm out of his balls and into my ass. When he stopped fucking and began to pull out, I opened my eyes, which I guess I had closed when I began to feel like cumming. Paul was still in his position on hands and knees with my cock in his ass, watching us in the mirror. He must have watched the whole thing from beginning to end. I reached under Paul and gave his hard cock a squeeze (he clearly liked the show) as I withdrew from his ass. Ginger PSB2 picked up his towel and left the room without so much as a word. As Paul got up on his knees and turned around we put our arms around each other, my hands on his waist and his arms around my neck, and kissed. We kissed like that for a while, Paul's hard cock in the wet jockstrap pressing against my abs and PSBII's cum leaking out of my ass. Eventually we broke our embrace. Looking in Paul's eyes I could see the look of love and lust. We had just had a threesome and he had watched a boy he obviously thought was cute fuck me in front (well behind) him and yet there was no look of envy or jealousy. At that moment he only had eyes for me. Getting off the bed I turned and bent over, pulling my ass cheeks apart. Paul's mouth was on my hole in a second and he was tonguing and sucking PSBII's cum from my ass. This was my gift to Paul. PSBII had not once touched Paul or looked at Paul, though Paul hadn't taking his eyes off him. I suspected Paul would never have been able to pick this boy up (if Paul knew how to pick up boys which he probably had no skill for); working in a triple-X bookstore PSBII could have sex anytime. I had had them both and now Paul could benefit by getting to taste this boy's cum out of my pretty pristine ass, Paul having rimmed me after the first PSB had fucked me and I had showered since then. Once I was sure Paul had gotten most the boy's cum out of my ass (not the stuff he had deposited way up inside me as no tongue to could get that deep, but the runny stuff that had been leaking out of my hole), I let go of my ass cheeks, stood up straight and began to get dressed. Paul got off the bed and did likewise, putting his clothes on over his cum soaked wet jock, knowing that it would probably get the front of his snug trousers wet and my cum, which was leaking out of his ass, would create a wet stain in the back as well. It was late, probably almost four in the morning, so no one would see us, except in the bathhouse, though maybe when we got to mom's apartment in a few hours someone might see what by then would be dried cumstains front and back. But even if no one saw, Paul would know his trousers were wet front and back with cum from sex with a minor and this walk and drive home of shame was yet another experience for this school teacher who probably still hadn't accepted he was now gay. He would by the end of the weekend! [to be continued]