Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2015 07:50:17 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training a Teacher 12

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I suggested we grab a movie one the way to Paul's apartment.  We could get
something to eat either on the way or at the cinema.

I wanted to inject some normalcy.  Plus, even for someone my age who is
constantly horny, a little break in our fucking with give both of us some
time to recover so the last session of the weekend could go on for a while
and be different than the others, more special.

We decided to eat before the movie, since in a small town you could only
get hotdogs and popcorn at the theatre.  We had nothing fancy.  We went to
a nice place that overlooked the river and I had clam chowder and then fish
and chips and Paul also had chowder but baked halibut (I was still growing
and there was a reason he was skinny).

Turned out we both like science fiction so picking a movie was easy.  While
sci fi isn't the most romantic genre, when the lights went down I took
Paul's hand and he didn't resist (even though not being alone in the
theatre in a town where he taught school holding hands with a student, even
if it wasn't one of his own, was a massive risk).

I think I was more nervous about him being caught because I found myself
looking around and checking to see if he looked uncomfortable.  No one was
looking at us and Paul seemed quite happy that he was holding my hand, he
even gave my hand a rub with his thumb whenever he saw me look at him, as
if to say "I love you too."

After the movie Paul took me to his place.  It was small.  They really
don't pay teachers well.  It was a single room.  At one side was a single
bed and facing that were two upholstered chairs, with a low table
separating the two sides.  The kitchenette was open into the room.  Just
inside the door was the bathroom which was half the size of the one in my
apartment.

When we got to Paul's apartment I was in no rush so I led him to the bed
and we sat on it and began kissing.

I gently removed his shirt and he did the same to me.

When Paul reached to undo my pants I stopped him.

"Why don't you pour us some wine," I said.

If Paul was worried about drinking in his apartment with an underage boy or
returning me to my mother later than night having been drinking he didn't
say anything.  He simply got up and opened a bottle of red (he didn't ask
what I wanted I wouldn't have known what to say).

Pouring two glasses he brought them over and placed them on the table.  He
then brought some candles and lit them.

He either could read my intentions or he had his own intentions but this
was setting the mood I intended.

We resumed kissing, just sitting on the bed, taking sips of the wine (which
was very good, I am guessing he hadn't asked me a preference not because he
didn't expect me to have one, just that he had his own preference and I had
to admit very good taste, not being an expert in wine).

When we finished our first glass, Paul got up to get the bottle to pour us
another without asking.

I took the occasion to go to use the washroom.  After draining my bladder I
decided there was no sense doing up my pants so I just removed them and my
socks and returned wearing just my white briefs.

When Paul saw me he quickly removed his pants and socks and I sat down next
to him in his boxers.

We rent back to looking in each other's' eyes, kissing and taking sips of
our wine.  But where before we had been content to just hold each other and
kiss, being in underwear proved to be tempting to Paul and his hands kept
roaming over my body and occasionally grabbing my hard cock.

He didn't hold my cock for long.  He was waiting for my lead to change the
tempo from making out to having sex.  But my hard cock in a pair of briefs
was too irresistible to him not to reach for from time to time.

His uncut cock sticking up in his boxers was irresistible to me too, but I
knew as soon as I grabbed it there would be no turning back.

Figuring there might be a middle ground, when Paul went to pour the rest of
the bottle of wine I lifted my hips and pulled of my briefs.  Having topped
off our glasses, Paul shucked his boxers freeing that gorgeous uncut cock.

We back to kissing and taking sips of wine sitting naked on his bed.
Paul's hands still roamed down my chest and stomach to my hard cock before
returning to my shoulders while we kissed.  My hands just stayed around his
shoulders, which took a lot of self-control.  The one thing we both did is
when we took a sip of wine we checked the other one out before locking eyes
and resuming kissing.

Eventually I took the win glass out of Paul's hands and pushed him back on
his bed.  He slid around so he was lying on his back.  Being only a single
bed, there was not a lot of room (not sure how Paul slept on this every
night as he is quite tall).

I gently lifted Paul's legs to my shoulders.

Looking down into his eyes, which were staring up at me with a mixture of
lust and love, I spit on my hand, wet his hole and did it a second time for
my cock.

Pressing my cock head against his hole I leaned down and kissed him.  Just
by leaning down I slid in and as I kissed I sunk the entire shaft into him.

Paul moaned as soon as I was inside.  This was because the norm.  I wasn't
even using lube anymore and Paul was in pleasure the second my cock was
inside him.

I proceeded to make out with Paul as I moved my hips up and down and fucked
his ass.  If I had a longer cock I might have been able to let him drop his
legs from my shoulders and wrap them around my hips but I didn't so I had
to keep them on my shoulders which was not as romantic a position as he
might have liked.  He didn't seem to mind his feet were up next to his head
as we kissed.  He was moaning intensely and I could feel his hungry ass
grabbing at my cock as I sunk it all the way in.

My earlier practice with PornshopBoy had paid off.  I was hitting all the
rights spots with Paul.  He was loving the kissing and loving having my
cock in so deep it was hitting his prostate.  He was probably even loving
being in the submissive position on his back under me with his legs pressed
up to his head.

I could tell from Paul's breathing he was getting close, and just before he
tensed and began to cum I slid my cock out of his ass.

"No," Paul cried out.

But before he could protest anymore I dropped his legs and slid down the
bed and took his uncut cock into my mouth.

Paul let out a gasp.

Knowing he didn't have long I confined myself to quickly sliding my tongue
under the foreskin and around the head, a move that I wanted to do every
time I saw his uncut cock hard; and then using my lips to push the foreskin
back and take him all the way down my throat in one move.

Practice had made me good and I was quickly deep throating him (something I
couldn't have done had we not spent time the day before in the bookstore).
Paul was variously shouting (didn't seem to care if the neighbours heard)
"oh god yes", "damn", "like that" and the one that put a smile on my face
"where did you learn to do that."

As I felt Paul's balls pull even closer to his body and the undershaft of
his cock began to pulse I raised my head so only the head was in my mouth.
I then stroked his loose skin up and down as he shot a massive load into my
mouth.

Paul just lay on the bed, his whole body seeming to pulse as the last of
his cum tried to force its way into my already full mouth.

Lifting off his cock I looked down at him and swallowed.  He looks so cute
there on his bed naked, eyes closed in ecstasy, a glow emanating from him.

I reached down to the floor and picked up my briefs, and then I slid up on
the bed next to Paul.  It was close confines but I could get under his
arms.

Laying my briefs over his now softening cock and thigh so they were under
my hard cock I began to stroke.

Being more conscious, Paul reached for my cock and I pushed his hand away.

"This and the blow-job are my gift to you," I said "thanks for a wonderful
weekend."

Looking in my eyes with desperation Paul said "was it only the weekend?
Can't we keep being lovers."

I kissed Paul while stroking my cock over my underwear and his body.

"Is that what you want," I asked.

"Oh yes, with every fibre of my being."

"Didn't you have a question to ask that you wanted to ask Saturday
morning," I said, now panting as I stroked and tried to talk.

Paul thought for a moment and then it dawned on him "will we be exclusive?"

Smiling at Paul I said "yes" and leaned in to kiss him just as my load
soaked my briefs.  And when I say soaked, they were completely drenched.

We lay like that for a while, kissing, but little kisses of love not the
intense making out from earlier or the desperate biting and tongue play of
sex.

Eventually I got up and, as I did, I handed Paul the cum soaked briefs.
"These are for you."

Paul smiled broadly, put them under his nose where he inhaled my fresh cum
and darted his tongue out for a taste.

I began to get dressed, though without putting on underwear.

Paul started to get up and I said "stay in bed."

"Don't you want me to drive you home," he asked with concern in his voice,
not that there is any danger in a small town (guess he was just worried I
had been drinking and it was getting late).

"No, mom will be home and I think its best you don't see her again," I
said.

Paul nodded and then took another sniff of my briefs.  As I left his
apartment he was still staring at my briefs like a kid who had gotten the
toy he wanted on Christmas morning.  In a way he had and not just the pair
of briefs.

[to be continued]

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