Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2015 08:00:05 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Training a teacher 6 Nifty survives on donations. Send your $1 per rope contribution to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********* This boy, who had barely moved from his stool all afternoon leapt into action as though he was in a contest where you had to fill your shopping cart in a limited time to win. He grabbed a bunch of stuff and stuffed it in a bag. He cashed out. He even took the clothes from me, without asking why I had someone else's clothes, and put them in a storage closet for me to retrieve later. When his coworker arrived he was already out the door with me in tow and his supplies in a bag under his arm before the other guy could log onto the cash. I don't know if it was because I was young (I couldn't have been much younger than him based on his appearance, even though the sign on the store said 21 or older and he worked there) or because he thought I was hot. But this boy really wanted to have sex with me. I wondered whether he understood I intended on fucking him. I had no intention of being fucked. I had only said I was going to use the lube on him. Maybe it was obvious given what I had said. This whole top and bottom thing was all very new to me. Nothing on the internet had prepared me for the real world, which is why I was so keen on getting some experience of my own. Getting to this guy's apartment I was struck by how similar it was to salesboy's from earlier today. This was reinforcing my belief that young gay men move to the city with little education and find a hole in the wall to live in and survive on minimum wage jobs and probably lots of sex. There was a bed and couch in the single room with kitchen off to one side and a bathroom. He was tidier than salesboy. I thought about asking his name but decided I would just give him a label like I had salesboy. So I dubbed him pornshopboy. Pornshopboy was hot. His ass was nice and round in his tight jeans. He had dark hair and blue eyes, which is an incredibly sexy combination. I don't know what he was packing in his jeans but it looked ample. His t-shirt was tight too, accentuating his chest and thin waist. "How old r u," I asked. I just had to know as his youthful look had been bothering me since I first walked in the store. "21," he responded way too quickly. "Show me some ID," I said dubiously, not that I cared about legality myself being underage. After raising an eyebrow he retorted, "you definitely aren't 21". "15" I said with a pride that surprised me (I guess I was liking being lusted after by older guys). "Damn," he said without thinking. "I am 18, 19 next month." "How do you work in that shop," I asked. "I get paid in cash." Looking me up and down he asked "will I get to fuck you." Returning the favour I looked him up and down and said "I don't know, my plan was to fuck you." He nodded and said "I thought so and that is soooo alright by me. Can I rim you first?" Both he and I began stripping off our clothes at this point. "Definitely," I said, having seen rimming in movies and curious what it would feel like. Before long we were naked. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a joint. I had never been stoned and I had a busy day ahead of me but I was curious to experience that as well. I took a few hits but most of the joint I left to pornstoreboy. Sitting there naked in his apartment, watching him finish the joint, I studied his body. His cock was about the same thickness as mine but was longer and he had shaved off all his pubes. In fact, he didn't have any hair on his body which would have made him look younger than me if he hadn't had what must have been a 7" cut cock sticking up between his legs. As he finished the joint, I lay face down on the bed. Pornshopboy went to work on my ass, first massaging the cheeks with his hands and then working his fingers towards the hole. I had loved Paul soaping my ass that morning and this was way better. It sent tremors through my body every time he got close to my hole. By this point the drugs had taken over my brain and it added to the intensity. It was like everything else was blurry except for his hands on my ass, the movement I could see as vividly in my mind as if I had been on the ceiling looking down at us. When PSB (short for Pornshopboy) lowered his mouth onto my hole I thought I would die. His hot breath on my ass, his face burrowing in between my cheeks and his wet mouth touching the puckered sensitive skin of my sphincter drove me wild. And then he pushed me over the top. His tongue entered my hole and I began to squirm on the bed. This was heaven. He was giving me new feelings I didn't know were possible. The more his tongue worked my ass the more I squirmed and wanted more. He must have tongued my ass for 20 minutes and throughout it all I was panting and moaning and writhing and begging for more. In fact, my begging, without me realizing it, at one point turned into "fuck me". I don't know what came over me. But his tonguing my ass made me want more. I guess he knew what he was doing and had planned it because when I began to beg to be fucked he reached down to the bad of things he had brought from the store, pulled out a bottle and opened the cap and placed it under my nose. I inhaled the aroma which was sharp and medicinal. As it filled my lungs my head began to swim even more and I desperately wanted to be fucked even more. This time I didn't need to ask, which was good because I was getting fucked up by the weed and this new aroma and asking for anything was beyond my capacity. PSB had already gotten out the lube and was applying it to my ass (it was cold, though this too sent intense pleasure through my body) and his cock. As he pressed the bottle against my nose again he lowered his body on top of me and his cock connected with my hole and entered. As I inhaled deeply, much deeper than before, his cock slid partway into my ass. Moving the bottle to my other nostril I inhaled deeply again as his cock slid all the way into me. I had assumed having a cock in my ass would hurt but the chemicals from that bottle and the weed from before made it entirely pleasurable and he was fucking me steadily before I totally realized what was happening. Face down on this boy's bed naked, his body on my back and his cock up my ass, I was in ecstasy. My head was dizzy so I couldn't figure the implications, but I could focus on his cock in my ass and I loved it being inside me and could picture it as it drove in and out of ass. He wasn't fucking me hard. Well, I guess it would be more accurate to say he wasn't fucking me fast. His cock went all the way in on every down stroke and I could feel his smooth skin and his balls against my ass when fully inside me. It was slow and steady. It was almost rhythmical. I don't know if it was the drugs but I was hypnotized by the steady movement in and out. There was nothing desperate or rushed. Just a steady in and out as that cock moved in my anal cavity. A strange thought entered my head. At about 7" his cock was a similar length to Paul's, though Paul's was uncut. May this is what it would feel like to be fucked by Paul if I ever let him. PSB gave me a few more hits from this bottle as he continued to fuck my ass in this rhythmical steady fashion. He didn't speed up, but before I knew it he was tensing on my back and I knew he was cumming inside me. The in and out movement continued in the steady rhythm as the last of his cum was deposited deep in my bowls. He then collapsed on top of me after he had shot his load deep in my ass and we lay there naked, him going soft inside of me and me naked under him as he recovered from fucking me and I recovered from whatever he had me inhale. Rolling off of me, PSB lay on his back. I had just been fucked for the first time and I lay on my stomach and while I should have felt used or violated I actually felt great. I kept clenching my ass trying to feel his cum in my ass. "What was in the bottle," I asked. "Poppers," he replied. "All the things in the bag are for me?" I asked. "Yes," he replied, perhaps out of guilt since he had just basically raped a 15yo. "Why is Toko the best lube," I asked. "Cause it doesn't dry and get sticky," he answered. "You can fuck again and again." "Good, cause I am going to fuck you repeatedly now," I said, my mind having cleared. "Fair enough," he responded. I don't know if he thought that what I said was payback for what he had done to me or if he genuinely wanted to be fucked repeatedly by a 15 year old boy. Frankly I didn't care. For my part, I wasn't upset that he had sort of drugged me and fucked me. I totally enjoyed the experience. I just wanted to try different positions and get good at fucking which is why I had come to his apartment in the first place. And maybe now that I knew what it felt like to be fucked it would help me hone my skills as a top. It was time for me to get some practice. "Tell me your favourite and least favourite positions," I prompted. "I have never enjoyed doggie," he said. "My favourite is on my back." This was interesting. Here was a boy who was part of the gay scene so probably fucked a lot and didn't like doggie, which is in virtually every gay porno I have watched. What is more, I had taken Paul's cherry bent over the couch, which struck me as pretty much the same thing. What was the difference between bent over and doggie, was it angle or was it that my cock wasn't that big (at a little over 6" I was bigger than average I knew from both the locker-room and the internet so it couldn't be that). "Why don't you enjoy doggie," I asked. After thinking for a moment or two he said, "I don't know, I always found it hurt and I end up begging the guy to stop." "Does it never hurt in other positions," I asked. "What about bent over something." Again he paused and thought. "That is weird. Now that you point it out I don't mind being fucked from behind either standing or bent over something. Sometimes it hurts, but rarely," he answered. "But with doggie, for some reason, it has always hurt." "Why do you like on your back," I asked. "So I can look up into the guys eyes and watch his face,? and so I can kiss", he replied without hesitation. "You know we will be starting with doggie," I said. He nodded. [to be continued]