Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 15:35:16 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training a teacher 2

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I woke in the morning to the sun streaming in the bedroom window.  Paul's
arms were no longer around me, us having moved around in our sleep during
the night.  In fact, as the sleep lifted from my brain and my eyes adjusted
to the light I not only realized he had moved to the opposite side of the
bed I saw that he was sort of in a fetal position facing away from me.

I had broken him last night.  I had taken his cherry and made him face his
lust for me, a 15yo boy and the son of his girlfriend, but in the cover of
darkness people will do things that they would never do in the light of
day.  I had to close the deal and make sure he was going to do whatever I
wanted no matter when and where and what that meant.

I had to make him face the fact he was clearly a fag who loved boys and who
was in lust, if not love, for one boy in particular, me.

I may be only 15 but having a penis and a male sex drive I knew what drove
men and I had to keep that little brain between his legs dominating his big
brain in his head that undoubtedly was filling with regret, judgment,
denial and whatever other stupid so called 'rational' thoughts that adults
wasted their time with.  Deep down he was a sexual animal, no different
than any teenage boy, even if he was twice my age and had in those years
adopted silly notions of morality that society forces on people as a rite
of passage into adulthood.

And I had the weekend to do it in, to make him lose all this adult
indoctrination and revert to the irresponsible horny male that we all begin
as when we hit puberty just like me.

Rolling over I slid in behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

Paul tensed.

As I suspected he was awake and filled with regret.

But he hadn't gotten out of bed when he awoke so clearly his lust was still
in play.  I just had to make it the dominant drive and with someone as hot
as me naked in bed with him how could it not be such.

Sliding my hand down his chest and over his stomach I took hold of his cock
which was hard (a good sign).

Gently I began to finger his cock and balls, exploring them.

My other hand stroked his back affectionately.

It struck me last night when I had come back from the washroom how like a
puppy dog he had looked sniffing my briefs bent over the arm of the couch.
As I stroke his back the same thought occurred to me.

Puppy dogs respond to attention and crave it and this man in front of me
deep down needed my affection.  He may not know it consciously but the
seeds had been laid just as my seed had been planted deep in his ass.  He
was mine and he would come to do anything for me if I trained him properly
like any good pet dog.

The hand exploring his cock and balls closed around his hard shaft and
began to stroke him.  Instinctually he moaned at the touch of my soft
boy-size hand around his cock.

Gently I pulled at him with the hand on his back to get him to roll onto
his back and come out of his fetal position.

Once on his back I moved between his legs and took his uncut cock in my
mouth.

Again he instinctually moaned.

I had never sucked a cock and an uncut cock was something I was unfamiliar
with.  But I was also fascinated with it so having it in my mouth was
something I was enjoying on a base-level even if my motivation was to
control this adult and make him my sex slave.

With my tongue I explored the foreskin, running under it and over the head
of his cock.

The more I played with his cock in my mouth with my tongue the more he
moaned.

Using my lips to push the foreskin back I began to suck on the head,
tasting the pre-cum that was now flowing out of the slit.

It tasted good.  I had never tasted my own cum, the idea revolted me, but I
was eager to taste another person's cum.  I imagined it would be salty and
bitter from the smell of my own cum that I shot three times a day, usually
onto the pair of dirty briefs I had worn the day before.  But his precum
tasted almost sweet.

I knew I was going to enjoy tasting and swallowing his load, but just not
today.

While I had no intention of making him cum, I did begin to suck his cock in
earnest, moving my head up and down on it, taking more and more of it into
my mouth with each downward plunge.  I needed him close.

Before long his hands were running through my hair.  Glancing up I saw he
was now wide eyed looking down at me, watching me as my head bobbed up and
down on his hard adult cock.

Whatever thoughts he might have been having when he woke the animal lust in
him was now at the surface and he was once again being driven by his desire
for me.

I guess if we had been equals and lovers the moaning and then fingers
running through my hair would have been encouragement to finish him off if
not its own reward, but we weren't equals.  Outside of the bedroom he was
an adult and I was a child.  In the bedroom, for this to have any chance of
success, I needed to be in control.

I knew I was the object of his lust and he was my toy, but he had to know
that and accept it to.

Pulling off his cock I looked up at him and locked eyes.  I just stayed
like that, kneeling between his legs, holding his cock wet with my saliva
in one hand.

The glazy look in his eyes as he watched this boy he had a crush on suck
his cock disappeared to be replaced by confusion.

"I will make you cum," I said, the look of pleasure returning to his face.
"On Sunday night."

As the disappointment hit him I quickly moved up the bed so I was
straddling his head, my own hard cock right in front of his face.

"Now suck me off."

Without hesitation he opened his mouth and took my cock into his mouth.

He may not be getting to shoot his load but he was still getting sex with
me and for that he clearly was eager.

There in the light of day, with the sun streaming in the window, this adult
teacher was sucking a teenage boy.

There was no denying what was transpiring.

He clearly had some practice sucking his best friend.  While I hadn't had a
blowjob before, so I had nothing to compare it with, I had just tried
sucking on his cock and I knew it wasn't easy to take much of his (I
guessed) seven inches into my mouth.  He took all of my six and a quarter
down his throat in the first gulp.

I had thought his ass was amazing last night.  This was amazing too, just
different.  It was wetter, looser.  It hit different areas of my cock, not
just the head as his mouth and throat muscles and his tongue worked my
cock.

Kneeling there with my knees on either side of his head looking down at
this naked man seemed right.  And as his hands moved up to feel my ass and
the back of my legs as he sucked my cock I knew how much pleasure I was
giving him letting him suck on my cock.  Glancing back at his crotch I
could see it oozing precum without either of us touching it.  This man had
it bad for me.

While I was enjoying his sucking my cock and he clearly was good at doing
it, I also had plans for today so I took over and began to fuck his mouth.

At first I thought he might resist but he actually moaned as I began to
force my cock into his mouth and down his throat at a faster pace.

I don't know if it was because I was a teenager or just a product of my
overactive sex drive but it didn't take long and I was shooting a massive
load down his throat.

I say down his throat cause when I came my cock was shoved deep and it must
have gone straight into his stomach.  The thought that I was cuming deep
inside him at the other end than I filled last night was intense.  I could
feel the amount of cum I was shooting was more than usual and I usually
shoot a big load.

While my goal was to make this man hot for me, he was definitely making me
hot for him.

As the last of the cum left my cock I leaned back, pulling my cock out of
his mouth.

He moved his head forward trying to follow my cock.  I don't know if he
just didn't want it to leave his mouth or he was trying to get a taste of
my cum which had bypassed his taste buds and gone down his throat.
Whatever the reason it didn't matter, all that mattered was I left him
wanting more.

Climbing off him and off the bed I said "let's take a shower."

Eagerly, my puppy dog Paul got off the bed and, hard on sticking out in
front of him, followed me naked to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and, when the water was right, got in and he
followed.  I handed him the shampoo and he immediately went to work washing
my hair.

I don't think I have ever been cleaned so thoroughly.  Normally I just wash
my hair and then run the soap over my chest and stomach and crotch and ass
and that is it.  Paul began washing my hair and I don't think I have had as
good a scalp massage at the hairdresser by a professional.  Then after I
rinsed, Paul took the soap and knelt and began with my feet and worked his
way up each leg and then moved onto the back of my legs and my ass.  The
way he spread my ass cheeks and worked his fingers and the soap into my
crack and around my hole left no doubt that this was about him exploring my
body and not trying to get me clean.  After spending a lot of time on my
ass (he must have my hole etched in his brain) Paul stood.

Paul then washed my back and then my chest and stomach and slowly
methodically worked his way to my cock and balls.  Clearly that was the
part he worshiped the most but his thoroughness revealed he wanted to know
and memorize every inch of my body - a body that he had worshiped from afar
as he watched me walk around the pool in speedos - not just the erotic
parts of my ass and genitals.

Finally Paul dropped to his knees and went to work on my cock and balls.
He took his time and examined every inch of them, turning the cock over in
his hands and lifting the balls, as he soaped them and rubbed them clean
and then rinsed them and then did it all again.  While I worried that too
much washing might dry them out I let Paul do as he pleased so he could
examine my cock up close.  I say up close.  My cock had just been down his
throat and you can't get any closer than that, but as I was fucking his
mouth he didn't really have the time to look at my crotch.  Who was I to
deprive this man of this opportunity to see what he had pictured as he
tried to imagine what was actually beneath those speedos.  This cock that
in the last 24 hours had been shoved in both ends of his body.

Being a teenage boy I couldn't help myself and all this attention he was
giving to my cock, even though I had just cum, gave me another hard on.
Without any encouragement from me he took my hard cock in his mouth.

This time I let him suck me.  I stood there under the showerhead, the warm
water flowing over my body as he knelt in front of me and moved his head up
and down on my cock.

While I had decided to take over before so I could continue with my planned
day, the sensations of the shower and his mouth were too good and I just
gave into it and let him suck.

Having already shot a huge load 15 minutes before, my body was not aching
for release so it took a while but I didn't care and neither it seemed did
Paul.  He just knelt there and sucked, his head bobbing up and down on my
cock.

While it hadn't been part of my plan, this new blow job that was taking
forever did fit in nicely with the overall goal.  The longer he sucked on
my cock the more he would be committed to it both in terms of its shape and
size having been burned into his brain and his place on his knees with it
in his mouth.

We must have been like that for 30 minutes.  Paul on his knees, his hands
roaming over my legs and stomach, his head bobbing up and down as he
sucked, me standing over him, my cock down his throat under the warm water.

Eventually the inevitable happened and my body surrendered its cum into his
welcoming mouth.  It seemed, like the blow job itself, to happen so
leisurely.  Unlike the night before or that morning when I exploded like a
volcano as I rammed my hard cock into his ass or mouth, this time it just
slowly built and came forth pulsing into his mouth which, sensing I was
going to cum, Paul had positioned so it was wrapped around the head so he
could catch it all on his tongue.

I actually felt exhausted as the last of my cum oozed out of my cock into
his mouth.  The warm water and his leisurely blowjob had so relaxed me that
part of me wanted to go back to bed and take a nap.  But we had stuff to
do.

Pulling Paul to his feet I told him to open his mouth.

There in his mouth was my load of cum.  He had captured it all and he
hadn't swallowed.

This man definitely had it bad for me.

It was quite the impressive load, given it was my second of the morning.

"Close your mouth and don't swallow," I said, though I suspected he
wouldn't have swallowed anytime soon anyway.  He clearly wanted to savour
my juices.

As Paul stood there with my load of cum in his mouth I set about washing
him.  I didn't take the painstaking time he had used to explore my body but
I did want to learn every inch of him.  I may be in control but I am also
gay and this was the first naked man I had at my disposal.  I wanted to
explore his body, this body I found erotic and hot.

Paul's body was so soft and smooth.  Even his hands were soft to the touch,
the hands of a scholar and not a labourer.  His lean frame had no fat on it
though was pliable to my touch.  And his cock, that hard thin cock with the
foreskin covering the head was so amazing to look and touch.

Paul was too tall for me to wash his hair so I handed him the shampoo and
while he washed his hair I dropped to my knees to examine his cock more
closely.  It was much different than mine.  True mine was cut but the head
of my cock is bigger than the shaft and it is proportional like I imagined
most cocks were from what I had seen online and in pornos (though I
realized each one was different).  The head of Paul's cock, when I exposed
it by pulling back the foreskin, was barely bigger than the shaft.  And,
like Paul himself, it was long and slim.  When the foreskin was over the
head, which is where it stayed when he was hard until I pulled it back, you
could only see the slit.

I couldn't help myself and I lowered my mouth over it.  I tried to take as
much of it into my mouth and throat.  As it was thin I had no problem
getting a fair bit of it into my throat but after about half way I couldn't
go further and I pulled off before I gagged.  Instead I nibbled on the
foreskin and ran my tongue over and under it.  Over the sound of the shower
I could head Paul moaning. Clearly he liked the foreskin played with and
that was fine by me as that was the most fascinating part.

The precum was pouring out of him and into my mouth.  I shoot a huge load
but I don't really produce precum.  This man was like a faucet.  The more
precum he produced the more I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock
to lap it up.

Paul tasted really good.  I couldn't wait until Sunday night to taste his
load.  Yet wait I must because for me to truly make him mine I needed him
boned for the entire weekend and thus willing to do whatever I asked of
him.  This couldn't be a one-night stand that he could put in his memory
and move on from.  He needed to be hooked so that when mom came back he
would have no doubt in his mind who he wanted and belonged to.

Don't get me wrong.  Mom wasn't in this equation.  I wasn't trying to steal
her boyfriend.  I wanted Paul and I wanted - no I needed - to have him to
fuck regularly in order to make my life in this small town bearable.  It
was just her bad luck for having found him first and gotten her hopes up.
Compared to me no one could compete, male or female.

As I felt Paul's body begin to change as the orgasm inside began to build I
took my mouth off his cock and got to my feet.  Turning off the shower I
handed him a towel.

Without being told and without saying a word, he set about drying me.  Like
with the washing he took his time and used the opportunity to explore my
young body and re-memorize every inch from head to toe.

I left him in the bathroom to dry himself, and went into the bedroom to get
dressed.  I put on a pair of white American Eagle briefs, white socks and
some jeans and a polo shirt.  I then went into the living room and rummaged
through Paul's clothes to find something for him to wear.

There wasn't much to choose from so I took what I believed to be the
smallest size slacks and a white dress shirt and then returned to the
bedroom where Paul stood silently naked, his uncut cock still rock hard.

"You can swallow now," I said.  Paul dutifully swallowed.  He looked sad,
so I added "don't worry there is more where that came from" causing him to
blush.

Going over to the dirty clothes hamper I pulled out a pair of white Fruit
of the Loom briefs I had worn running earlier in the week on which I had,
as per usual, cum when I jacked off that night and the next day.  I like
designer briefs, which I go out and buy myself.  But my mom still buys me
underwear which I wear when I run so I don't wear out my more expensive
ones.

Handing them to Paul he immediately put them to his nose and smelled the
sweat and dried cum.  He took such an intake of air when he sniffed he must
have filled his entire lungs with my flavour.  Given how his cock twitched
as he sniffed, that smell was intoxicating to him, which had been my hope.

"Put them on," I said, which Paul dutifully did.  They were tight on him,
so it was good I hadn't handed him one of my designer ones since they are a
closer fit on me than these ones mom buys.  I had to say though, even
though they were tight (tighter because of his hard on which stuck out over
the waistband), he looked good in them.  His firm slightly round ass had a
nice tuck where it met the leg which briefs (unlike his boxers)
accentuated.

Handing him his clothes he put them on.  Even in the loose shorts his ass
looked ten times better due to the briefs.  In fact, had I not just cum
twice I probably would have had his pants and the briefs around his ankles
and my cock in it again right then and there it looked so inviting.  There
would be time for that later.

"We are going to the city," I said.

Paul just nodded.

It dawned on me that he hadn't spoken since I told him I was going to fuck
him the night before.  He clearly had just surrendered himself and was
going along for the ride.

We would have to change that at some point.  Surrendering himself to a
ride, like any rollercoaster, is exhilarating and fun but it equally means
you can get off at some point and move on.  I didn't need him for a weekend
ride, I needed him to commit.

For the time being we silently walked to the car and I settled in the
passenger seat for the long drive to the city.

The idea of a nap that had come over me in the shower came over me again
and before long I was asleep.  When I awoke we were coming off the highway
into the city.