Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2015 17:40:27 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training a Teacher 11

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When we entered the parking lot of my mother's apartment I, who had slept
most of the way, woke up.  I reached over and squeeze Paul's crotch a few
times so he fully hardened.

I was right about the cum stain from his wet jock which was visible in the
front of his pants, visible and dry.  Getting out of the car I led Paul
into the building.

As I held the door I checked out his ass and, again I was right, there was
a big stain in the back where my cum had leaked out while he drove us back
home.  Lucky for him there was no one around.

The sun was now coming up and while I had slept in the car I was quite
tired so Paul had to be exhausted.  As soon as we walked in the apartment I
walked in the bedroom and began to strip and Paul followed in and did
likewise, he just knew we were going to sleep together and that there was
no longer a pretence that he was just staying with me for company while my
mother was out of town and sleeping on the couch.

Paul must have just been holding on by a thread having driven us home and
given what I had put him through I knew he would be sound asleep as soon as
his hit the pillow.  But we weren't done yet.

Once I was naked I pulled out the lube and got my hard cock nice and wet.
Paul seemed to know what was going to happen and he slid into bed, lying on
his side facing away from me, still wearing his jock (which had becoe his
uniform).

"You can take the jock off," I said.

"I can keep it on if you want," he said very deferentially, wanting to do
whatever pleased me.

"No, take it off, I want you naked in my bed," I said and he quickly
removed the jockstrap, exposing his already hard uncut cock.

After he looked up at me curious as to how I wanted him I said "back on
your side" and he rolled back into the position he had instinctually put
himself when he got in bed, on his side facing away from me.

I slid in behind him and slid into him at the same time.

He let out a moan of pleasure as my cock went all the way into his ass
gently but forcefully in one stroke.  His ass was now used to my cock and
it went in with no resistance.

This teacher knew his place and was only getting pleasure now from my cock
which he clearly liked having in his ass.

Slowly I moved in and out of his ass.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as my cock buried deep up
inside him.

Occasionally he would turn his head and we would kiss but mostly he lay on
his side and I moved gently in and out.  The only thing his tired mind had
to think of was my cock moving in and out as he drifted in and out of
consciousness.

At some point, long after he had fallen asleep, probably hypnotised by my
cock moving rhythmically in and out of his ass, I too drifted off asleep
still inside him.

When I awoke, I was still inside him, though my erection was now a morning
wood, hard out of needing to take a piss and not the boner I had when I
shoved into him an hour or so earlier when we first got in bed.  It didn't
matter.  A boner is a boner and I only had the rest of the day to make him
mine.

I immediately began moving.  I suspect he had been asleep, given we hadn't
had more than two hours sleep, so my moving my cock in his ass must have
woken him.  I couldn't be sure when he woke but it wasn't long before he
was moaning.

I rolled Paul onto his stomach and on his back I began to fuck his ass with
more force.  I used my knees to push his legs apart and got deeper into
him, balls deep.

I leaned up on my arms and really thrust my cock up hard, with all the
strength of my hips again and again, actually moving this older and bigger
man up the bed as I fucked him.

Paul was moaning and writhing and trying to push back against me to make my
cock go deeper as I fucked him face down on the bed.

The sunlight was streaming in the bedroom and we were naked and this
teacher was under the boy of the woman he dated getting fucked hard in the
ass and was moaning and loving the experience.

This was no secret sex act in a bookstore or bathhouse.  He was getting
seriously fucked by me in broad daylight in my bed and he wanted it.  In
fact, given how he pused back I knew he knew what he wanted and I wanted
him to confess it here in my bed in the bright light of day.

Leaning down I whispered in his ear "what do you want".

Without even thinking he said "you to keep fucking me."

"What else?"

"Your cock as deep as you can get it in my ass."

"and?"

"your cum in my ass."

"Aaargghh," I cried out as I began to shoot deep inside him.

I must have cum for the next five minutes, I barely remember.  I just
collapsed on his back and fell back to sleep.  As he was more tired than
me, Perhaps he fell asleep as quick as me, or maybe he was just too polite
to move under me, but I slept for a while lying on top of him with my cock
still in his ass.

When I woke next it was afternoon.  Paul was lying next to me watching me.
I guess I had rolled off of him while we slept.

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was in love with me and was
worshiping my young body and face.

Time for the final pieces of the puzzle so I could completely own this man.

First, being just awake I once again had a hard-on so I gently put my hand
on the back of Paul's head and guided him to my cock which he expertly
sucked.  If he didn't like the taste of his ass on my cock he didn't show
it, he just went to work and sucked like the pro he had been before I met
him and now was even more accomplished from his time in the bookstore.

Before long I was shooting a fresh load in his mouth and he was swallowing
it happily.

When done, I suggest we go out for something to eat.  First I had to pee
and I told Paul that and made him come with me into the washroom and hold
my cock while I peed.

I then had him turn on the shower and when it was warm had him wash me from
head to toe.  Paul took his time and again studied every inch of my teenage
body as he got me clean.  I then left him to clean himself as I went to
dress and made us brunch (though how late it was it was closer to supper).

Like the evening before over supper, we had an interesting conversation as
though we were just two friends, or a teacher and student or two relatives
and we were trying to catch up.  Not a man who had been fucked repeatedly
by the boy and made to do despicable acts he would have never dreamed of
sitting across from him.

This was the table he and my mother had dined at but it didn't feel like
that anymore.  This was my man and he continued, like the night before at
dinner, sharing his personal stories as he stared at me with the glassy
eyes of a man in love.

I learned he had wanted to be a lawyer but had failed his LSAT exam, that
his father had left when he was young and his mother was controlling and
that he didn't jack off until he was 16 since his mother had convinced him
that it was a sin.  He learned little from me, except for stories from swim
meets which I could tell turned him on as he pictured me in my speedos and
in the dressing room.

After we ate I said I wanted him to show me his classroom and his
apartment.

I don't know if he suspected I would be fucking him in both places to
ensure our being lovers was something every place he lived and breathed
reminded him of me.  I suspect he did because he hummed and he hawed but
eventually he agreed and took me first to his school.

As a teacher he had a master key to the school and he showed me around the
entire school (stalling?) before taking me to his classroom.

As soon as we were in his class I told him to drop his pants.

I didn't need to give more instructions, he must have known it was coming
and what I had planned as he quickly dropped his pants and underwear around
his ankles and bent over his desk (I hadn't given him a jockstrap to wear
but his usual boxers as I wanted him to mix his memories of being a teacher
in this classroom wearing his normal clothes all year and what was going to
happen now).

Standing behind him, I spit on my cock and then shoved into him there on
the desk where he would normally sit authoritatively in front of his
elementary school students commanding their respect.

My wanting to fuck him in his classroom was part of my plan to take control
of his mind and body.  But it also seemed to be something he liked too.

This reserved elementary school nerdy teacher who barely spoke while I put
him in situations the previous days he had likely never imagined existed
was suddenly vocal.  He demanded I fuck him "harder" and "faster", that I
"plow his ass", that I "make him my bitch".

My roughly planned intention of fucking him in his elementary school to
break him and confuse his work life with what he did with me, to make him
accept who he was and making him mine was being realized in spades.  Paul
couldn't get enough of my fucking him on his desk where the next morning
his students would see him looking all clean and proper.

"Want me to cum in you," I asked as I thrust into him again and again.

"Oh God yes," he cried, as he gripped onto the desk and I rode his ass.

"This is the first of many times I am going to fuck you in your classroom,"
I cried as I shoved in hard cock in and held it and began to shoot deep in
his ass.

"Oh fuck yes, I want you to fuck me here again and again," he cried back as
another of my loads was shot up deep inside him.

I stayed buried inside him until the last shot of my cum emptied deep in
his bowels.  Then I pulled out.

When Paul finally stood up there was cum all down his desk.  At some point
he had cum while I fucked him.  When he came I had no clue.  If it had been
a while ago he showed no sign of it at the time and didn't ask me to stop.
All I knew was what I saw and he had shot a massive load all down the side
of his.

Paul saw where I was looking and looked embarrassed, trying variously to
check my face for my expression and to look away.

I thought about punishing him for cumming when I hadn't given him
permission.  But I needed him to love me more than fear me in this our
final hours before my mother got back.  So I said "I was going to take a
load of yours today," staring into his eyes while he tried to break eye
contact, not sure of my reaction or where I was going with this point.  "I
also told you not to cum and you can't seem to follow that one."  Paul,
with his pants and underwear around his ankles in his own classroom broke
eye contact and stared down at the floor with guilt at having disappointed
me.

"Why don't you clean up your cum with your mouth and feed it to me," I
said.

Paul looked up into my eyes, smiled quickly and he dropped to his knees,
his pants still around his ankles, and used his mouth to collect some of
the cum dripping down the side of the desk.  Standing with his own cum in
his mouth he leaned towards me and we kissed.

Paul repeated this again and again, licking his cum off his desk and
sharing it with me through a kiss.  I loved the taste of his cum but he
probably ended up with more on his face and shirt than in my mouth in his
eagerness to get it off his deak and into mouth.  In fact, he seemed more
intent on kissing me than getting his cum.  But that was fine with me.  He
had it bad for me and that had been my goal for the weekend.

I eventually had to stop him and tell him to pull up his pants or this
would have gone on forever.  And I still needed to fuck him in his
apartment before my mother got home.

[to be continued]

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