Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2015 23:42:32 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training a Teacher 4

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Making our way to the car I noticed that Paul wouldn't look at me.  Even in
the car, when I told him to drive to Front Street down by the harbour he
wouldn't look over at me, even occasionally (the way he had repeatedly on
the drive to the city, at least when I was awake).

"What's wrong," I finally asked.

Timidly Paul asked "?would you have fucked him if he had asked?"

"Definitely," I said without hesitating, and then, after a moment of
thought, I inquired "would that have bothered you?"

"Err? yes," Paul replied meekly.

"Did his sucking my cock bother you," I asked.

"No," he answered without any hesitation.

Reaching over I grabbed his crotch to check and he was still hard.

"Clearly you found it a turn-on," I said, as I continued to squeeze his
hard cock.  "So what's the difference?"

"I don't know," Paul said.

As I watching him I could see the wheels in his mind working as he tried to
figure out his feelings.  "I guess it is that I have had oral sex with my
high school mate so I see that as just something guys did and it doesn't
matter.  But you? err?  fucked my a? err? took my virginity last night and
I thought that was special to us."

To reinforce his newly discovered feelings I squeezed his cock and moved my
hand up and down it through his trousers.

"So you want me to only ever fuck you," I asked as I continued to play with
his hard cock.

"Yes," he replied meekly, glancing over at me.

"Say it."

"I only want you to fuck me," he replied just as timidly.

"Again."

"Please, will you only fuck me," he said more clearly.

"Again,"

"I want you only to ever fuck me, no one else," he said both emphatically
and pleadingly.

"Where," I asked to make him say it, as 'taking my virginity' was way too
mild a way to describe what I had done to him.

After a moment of confusion the light came on and Paul said clearly and
irrevocably "I want you, and only you, to fuck me in the ass."

After a moment of letting his commitment settle in, all the while fondling
his cock, I asked more quietly "and what about you?"

I asked this curious as to his response, as I didn't just want to be his
boy on the side so I wanted him to commit to never fucking anyone, not
another boy and not my mother.  I wanted him to be mine.

"Do you want me to fuck you," he asked, once again nervous and meek.

I thought about turning this into a discussion of boundaries and commitment
but I quickly decided that we had probably pushed the envelope far enough
for the first day.  I also didn't know what I wanted.  I did know I wanted
to suck this cock I was playing with through his trousers, but would I
consider taking it up the ass?  What I definitely did know was I was not
yet ready to negotiate with Paul the extent of our monogamy, as gay sex
with people (not just reading, watching and thinking about it) was all
still new to me and I intended on having some fun this weekend.  Commitment
would be extracted from Paul (and maybe reciprocated) by me on Sunday night
as I had planned before my mother came back.

Leaning over I gave Paul a peck on the cheek and squeezed his cock hard for
emphasis.  "Let's talk more about this on Sunday before I suck this nice
hard uncut cock."

Turning onto Front Street we drove through downtown towards the docks and
into the seedier part of town.

I gestured to a XXX 'bookstore' and Paul parked the car.

While the sign on the door said no one under 21, the young guy behind the
counter himself didn't look 21.  But he didn't look up when we entered so I
was confident I wouldn't get thrown out and we could move into the next
stage of my planned weekend.

As we walked through the store I could help but keep looking at the guy
behind the counter as he was definitely cute.  He had to be 21 to work
here, didn't he?  The owner must have hired him to attract customers, just
like the department store must have chosen salesboy to staff the underwear
section.  That or young gay boys run away from home and having not finished
high school these are the only shitty jobs they could get.

Note to self: maybe put more work into finishing high school.  I knew I
liked sex but there was no way I would want to work behind the counter in
this place.  And now that I had (or hoped to have) as my plaything a school
teacher I could probably get some tutoring and improve my grades.  Hell, I
might even turn studying into a sex game so learning could become fun
instead of the nightmare it had become since I moved to that shitty small
town.

Paul and I made our way past the dirty magazines and dildos (some were so
big I couldn't imagine anyone being able to take that up their ass, which
planted a few ideas in my mind for down the road if by the end of this
weekend Paul turns out to be 100% mine).  We went to the back behind the
curtain where the private viewing booths were.

There were a number of guys cruising up and down the aisles of doors.  I
checked them out and they weren't that bad looking.  I had assumed that
everyone would be gross but they were all doable and some were definitely
more doable than others.  I smiled to myself as I thought this should prove
to be an enjoyable afternoon for both of us.

Some of the doors were closed on one side of the aisles but on the other
all of the doors were open.  I went to one on that side in the middle.

Motioning for Paul to enter before me I followed him in, closed the door,
and motioned for him to strip.  By now he knew he would be stripping to his
jock.

While he looked nervous as hell (in fact he had looked terrified since we
entered the store) he began to remove his clothes.  Once he had stripped to
the jock his hard cock made it clear that horniness had trumped his fear.

I had read about these places online so I was more than aware of what
happened here and the etiquette.  Each stall had a 'glory hole' in either
wall so men could stick their cocks through the hole and be sucked.  The
only rule was you had to keep putting in quarters to keep your movie going
(not that anyone watched the movie - well maybe someone pretending to be
straight might sort of watch ta straight porno if only to convince
themselves they were not there to have sex with guys).

The management knew, of course, what guys were doing in the back private
viewing booths.  Hell, they probably made the holes in the wall themselves.
But this was a business and thus keeping the movie going was their Faustian
bargain to give guys a public semi-private place to have anonymous sex.

Having planned this weekend in advance I had a roll of quarters in my
pocket I had gotten from the bank on Friday.  I slipped one coin in the
machine and picked a gay porn (there was no way I was going to let Paul put
on a straight porn and pretend he was what he wasn't) and I picked the one
with the youngest looking boys to reinforce, if he bothered to glance at
the screen, what every fiber of his being had been screaming since he met
me, and that is he was an ephebophile (yea, I googled it, that, not
pedophile, is the term for adult men who like teens).

Clad only in his jock, Paul sat on the seat and glanced between the TV
screen and me, unsure what was going to happen next (though his rock hard
cock in his jock told me he was ready for anything).

Standing with my back to the door I undid my pants and pulled out my hard
cock and without any encouragement Paul immediately knelt in front of me
and took it into his mouth and down his throat.  I wondered if I would ever
get used to how easily he deep throated (a skill I was nowhere near
mastering having only had Paul's cock to experiment with - perhaps by the
end of the day things might be different, I thought, and a smile spread
across my face as much from that thought as from the expert work Paul was
doing on my hard cock).

Having cum in the salesboy mouth a short while ago, even with my teenage
hormones, I was in no rush to cum and this visit to the triple-X viewing
booths was not about me cumming.  Well not yet.  Nevertheless I let Paul
work his magic on my cock and his eagerness at taking me down his throat,
his mouth muscles squeezing tight around my shaft and the speed with which
he was bobbing his head told me he really wanted to make me cum (which was
endearing).

As I expected there were now men in each of the booths on either side of
us.  I could see their eyes pressed against the glory holes as they watched
Paul give me head.

While I couldn't see much of their faces I could see enough to recognize
them from when we arrived.  They had been eying each other and the other
men cruising the hallway when we first came behind the curtain.

I reached over and tapped on the edge of the hole where the youngest one of
the two was watching.  I didn't need to say or do more.  Seconds later a
pretty thick 6" hard cut cock was shoved through the hole.  So eager was he
to get blown that his body must have been pressed entirely flat against the
wall as the only thing I could see were his cock, balls and red curly
pubes.  He didn't shave (which struck me as odd until I realized the sort
of guy who visits this place is probably straight to his girlfriend and
friends and grooming and shaving, while not a gay thing, is not done by
everyone in the heterosexual world).

Lifting Paul's head off my cock with both hands I turned it to look at the
hard cock.  Glancing up at me for confirmation I nodded my intention and I
physically lowered Paul's head onto this cock.  The cock went directly down
his throat before I released my hands and let him go to work.

I watched Paul for a while.  Damn he gave deep throat well.  I had
discovered this from the receiving end, but watching him work that cock was
pure artistry.

Looking over at the other wall, I saw the guy's eye had been replaced by
his hand which was beckoning for me to shove my cock through.  While the
smell of sex, my hormones and the sight of Paul sucking a stranger's cock
in that small booth made that inviting I had other plans.

Given how good Paul is at sucking it didn't take long and the ginger guy
was shooting his load down Paul's throat.

Once spent, he pulled his cock out of Paul's mouth and the hole and I could
hear him pulling up his pants and getting ready to leave.  I tapped gently
on the edge of the other hole indicating to the guy who had wanted to suck
my cock that he should shove his cock through.

I don't know if was a top and he had only offered to suck me because I was
so young and tempting but it didn't take any encouragement and his hard
cock was shoved through the hole.  He definitely wanted to be blown.

The guy's cock was impressive.  It had to be 8" cut with a nice mushroom
head.  If he wasn't a top suck a nice cock was wasted on a bottom.

I have always been fascinated by cocks (each is so different - it is like
they have their own personality) and in the past 24 hours it had been so
difficult passing up the opportunity to suck a few: Paul's, the salesboy's
and now this man's.

Just as I had been tempted to let this stranger suck me when he beckoned, I
now so wanted to pounce on this big cock.  It was so big and inviting.  But
this was Paul's room and my time to make him the bottom he subconsciously
needed to be.  Besides, I was curious to see if Paul could deep throat such
a big cock.

For some reason Paul stayed on his knees at the now empty hole and didn't
look back.  I guessed it was a combination of guilt at having sucked off a
stranger and swallowed his load (his hard cock and the big stain of precum
in his jockstrap showed how much he must have loved that) and obedience as
I was standing above him.  As he hadn't looked behind himself it couldn't
have been intimidation by a big cock.

Curious as to what he would do, I didn't say or do anything.  I had left my
pants undone after turning Paul's mouth on the ginger guy's cock, and after
a minute or two Paul turned and, ignoring the big cock, pulled my briefs
down and once again began deep throating me.

Paul definitely got points for loyalty.

Maybe it was just he loved me and my cock or maybe it was he was learning
his place or maybe it was both.  Clearly every moment we were together Paul
was falling more and more into my control and, if I admitted it to myself,
I was falling for him as well.  But before that happened, I needed to
experience some things, and Paul needed to do a lot more cocksucking if his
true bottom nature was going to be brought to the surface.

Pulling Paul's hungry mouth off my hard cock I turned him to the big cock
still waiting expectantly shoved through our booth's second glory hole.

To my amazement, and a bit of pride, Paul didn't need me to direct him.  He
pounced, and took the entire cock down his throat with one gulp.

This guy had serious cocksucking skills.

With his skills in this place, by the end of the afternoon Paul would be
unable to deny who and what he was.  Then, this newly minted gay bottom
would need to be retasked so he knew undeniably he was mine.

I watched Paul work on that big cock for a few minutes, then I did up my
pants and I gathered up his clothes and left the booth.

Closing the door I took one final look at Paul on his knees in his white
cumstained 2xist jockstrap, his hard cock sticking straight up, precum
having re-soaked the top part, going to town sucking on one of the biggest
cocks I had ever seen.

I had been popping coins into the video during this time, whenever the
movie stopped, though not once had Paul (or I) looked at the movie.  I
cracked the roll of coins in half and left one half on the seat for Paul to
feed the machine.

Leaning down I whispered in Paul's ear "you suck anyone who shoves their
cock through one of the holes".  Paul didn't pause in his giving the big
cock head but I knew he had heard and understood.

I thought about squeezing his cock to reinforce my instruction but given
the amount of precum in the jockstrap, I thought one squeeze might just
make him explode.  He needed to be boned to become the cocksucker I wanted
him to be by the end of the day.

Leaning back down I added "and you only give you don't receive."  I didn't
need to add this, as Paul and I both knew that idea had never entered his
head.  But saying it out loud reinforced his conditioning.  Paul was a
cocksucking bottom who was spending his Saturday, in public wearing only a
small jock, servicing strangers in the back of an erotic bookstore, not
knowing what these strangers looked like beyond the cocks that they offered
him through the glory hole.