Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2015 03:23:54 +0000 From: Bruce Demosthenes Subject: Training a Teacher 9 Nifty survives on donations. Send your $1 per rope contribution to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********* Outside of the bookstore the sun had set, which was probably a good thing as under the cover of darkness Paul would feel less regret, though I was confident his sense of guilt had been stripped away by now. Having had sex with his 'girlfriend's underage son' and then having sucked so many anonymous cocks, I doubted whether he would ever be able to regret anything ever again without his head exploding like in some science fiction movie where the android overloads. There was no turning back now, which was my plan all along, once I had learned we would spend the weekend together. When we got to the car I told Paul to take me to a drugstore. Leaving him in the car, I ran into the drugstore and bought scissors, shaving cream and a razor. Back in the car, I suggested we go get something to eat. Paul picked a nice very restaurant on the waterfront. I wondered if he just liked nice things, which would be surprising on his low teaching salary, or if he was actually trying to win my favour. Maybe he did have some modicum of guilt, but it was guilt at having sucked guys who weren't me. Or maybe he was just in love (I doubted the latter but I hoped that it would be true by the end of the weekend). While Paul had said very little all day - he had simply followed my lead - once we were at the table and he had a glass of wine he began to talk a storm. One wouldn't know the sexual antics we each had been up to given how eager he was to have a conversation that was no more than two close friends, albeit of different ages, talking. We talked about my swimming and running and whether I wanted to go to the provincials with either (I did with both). We talked about his time in college, from which he had some very interesting stories (he was much more adventurous when he was younger than his nerdy school teacher persona would suggest). There was, of course, a very visible age difference, me being only a 15 year old. So if anyone at a table nearby listened in they might have wondered why we were so interested in each other's lives, but they wouldn't have concluded we were lovers as nothing that passed between the two of us was sexual. They could only assume it was a teacher out with a student or an uncle out with his nephew catching up. As I was underage we couldn't go to a bar when we were done with dinner' but I wanted to keep the 'normal' interchange between us going, as Paul had to be mine on a number of levels, not just in his need for my cock. So I proposed we go to the edge of the waterfront where Paul could get a drink and we could sit outside as it was still considered a restaurant until all the kitchens closed. I watched the amount Paul drank, as I was worried that he might have a relapse of guilt and try to use alcohol to blot out what he had done. I needn't have worried. Paul, the goody-two-shoes only had two drinks and he nursed them for the rest of the evening (I guessed we wouldn't be getting stoned together and fucking the way I had with Pornshopboy on weed and poppers anytime soon). At 11pm we were asked to leave the waterfront as I was underage and the place was turning from a restaurant-area into college outside bar. That was fine by me. We had had an enjoyable 'date' and it was getting near time to begin the night-time portion of our fun. After going back to the car to fetch the bag from the bookstore and the one from the drug store, we walked a bit of distance from the waterfront. Off of the beaten path, down a side alley, was a non-descript door which I knew from my research was a bathhouse. I had my doubts that they would let me in, though when we entered we were greeted with the same disinterested service attitude that the boys behind the counter at the bookstore exhibited. Paul paid for a room and we took our towels and condoms (we wouldn't be needing those) from the service boy (again I wondered if he was underage, as he didn't look 21, though by now I knew that in the gay world youth is everything and legality is not). In the room we both stripped. I must say seeing Paul naked was such a turn-on. His tall lanky frame and his amble uncut cock hanging down below his blond pubes. I watch it disappear as he put the towel around his waist. The room keys were attached to rubber wrist bands, one of which I donned. The other, which presumably was for Paul, I left with our clothes in the room. Unlike in the afternoon, I had no intention of us being apart, so he would not need a key of his own to get back into our room. Being early (my guess was people only came to the bathbouse after the bars closed) there were very few people around. While I had planned on doing this the next morning when we got home, given the absence of customers I figured this was as good a time and place as any, so I grabbed the bag from the drugstore and led Paul to the shower. I removed Paul's towel and pulled out the scissors. Paul is not stupid (in fact his sharp mind is one of his best features) so he knew what I planned as soon as the scissors came out and his towel came off, but he didn't say anything as I proceeded to clip off his pubic hair. By the time I applied shaving cream to his crotch, balls and his ass, his cock was rock hard (which actually made the process easier). With the razor I removed every bit of hair, though it took several tries and several disposable razors. Eventually his ass, balls, pubic area and between his legs was smooth as a baby (the expression is "as smooth as a baby's bottom" but in this context that might not be an appropriate analogy). I had liked Paul's pubes. I don't like younger guys, so smooth wasn't something I needed as a sexual turn-on. And being blond Paul didn't have a very pronounced patch to begin with. But this was about domination and Paul needed to be smooth front and back under his trousers so he would be conscious 24/7 that he was my sexual property and this area was mine. Paul put up no protest and stayed rock hard throughout. Having said that, he had gone from being chatty during our 'date' to his quiet self when we had sex. Paul was now devoid of his hair which made him even more conscious of his role in our relationship and this also ensured he wouldn't be getting together with anyone other than me, especially my mom, as he would have some "'splaining to do". Throwing out the left over supplies I led Paul to the whirlpool. As there were so few people I figured we might as well use the sauna for what it pretended to be, a place where people can go to use the whirlpool, sauna and weight room, not what it would be in a little while (a place where people can find sex). Plus I figured the hot jet water would add to the new sensations coursing around Paul's groin and ass. For the next two hours we used the facilities and during that time Paul reverted to 'date mode' and began to converse. The fact that we were naked in the whirlpool and clad only in towels in the sauna he seemed to get at ease with and soon we picked up our conversation from before. We could have been still in the restaurant or even at my mother's table acting as friends having an adult conversation, not a naked elementary school teacher stripped of his pubes next to a naked underage teenage boy. It was only when people began to arrive after 1am, once the bars closed, that Paul went quiet again. Our chatting, while undressed, was a good step I thought to myself as I led Paul by the hand back to our room. Our room was quite large, given that it only had a bed and a locker. Maybe it was because we got there early or maybe the disinterested boy behind the counter liked us, but the room we got was right at the end of the main hall where there would be lots of traffic and on the corner so it was bigger than most. There was a large mirror along the wall next to the bed facing towards the door and thus the hall when the door was open. I took out the lube and put it next to the bed. Then I took Paul's jock and handed it to him. He dropped the towel and dutifully put it on. I pointed to the bed (in this place I didn't feel like talking either, as the walls of the room didn't go up to the ceiling so every word and sound we made could be heard outside in the hall and in other nearby rooms). Paul lay face down on the bed with his head kitty-corner to the door on the opposite wall. I applied some lube to Paul's very smooth ass. He shivered as I did. The sensation of the liquid against his shaved butt must have been a new sensation. Just feeling his smooth ass and hole as I applied lube was a new sensation for me and I definitely liked the feel. Dropping my towel, I applied lube to my cock. There was a dimmer switch on the light but I decided to leave the lights on high so we could watch ourselves clearly in the mirror. Climbing on top of Paul's back I lowered my cock into his crack. It slid easily into his hole. This time there was no gasp, though he did make a noise (it just sounded more like a purr). Once all the way in I lowered my weight fully onto him so my chest was pressing against his back, my thighs and legs against the back of his and my balls nestled between his legs just above where his jock leg-straps and pouch met over his taint. When I turned my head to look at the mirror I saw Paul was already watching us. He had been watching as I entered him and as I lowered my weight upon his back. I couldn't blame him. We looked hot! Paul's tall thin frame under me, his ass pushed down by my weight framed nicely by the white straps of his jock; my smaller firm younger body naked on top of him, my perky ass rising up from the dip of my back and then down my muscular legs. We both had hot, though very different, bodies and we were conjoined with my cock deep in his ass. I lay like that - well 'we' lay like that though as the bottom in that position he had little room to move - with my cock buried in his ass for a while. We both continued to examine us and each other in the mirror. Aside from that morning in the shower we hadn't spent a lot of time naked and this was a chance to study our bodies and not just our bodies but how we looked in coitus. And it was a way to get Paul to fall in love with his new role in life which was beneath me with my cock up his ass. Eventually the sight of us proved to be too erotic to stay still and Paul turned his head to kiss me. I knew our kissing earlier he must have liked, and I knew he must have wanted the intimacy of kissing to go with the intimacy of my cock being all the way inside him. But his kissing me now was more than that, it was a man who desperately wanted to be fucked by the boy who was already on top of and inside him, As we began to kiss more intensely and our tongues began to explore our mouths, Paul began to arch his back in an even more demanding signal that he needed to be fucked. I rose up on my hands and, with our lips locked, began to move my hips. Slowly I began to fuck him. Paul moaned in my mouth as we continued to kiss and I steadily fucked his ass. Before long we were panting in each other's mouth. Not wanting to cum, as the evening was still young, and definitely not wanting Paul to cum (which he might have done in that position, with his cock pressed against the bed), I stopped moving on the down stroke and went back to just kissing him with my cock buried in his ass. We alternated between kissing and looking at ourselves in the mirror. Him arching his back and my upper body up on my hands. After a while, Paul whispered back with a tone of desperation in his voice, "I want you to fuck me? I want you to cum inside me." He repeated it several times as I simply looked down at him, glancing occasionally at the mirror to get a different view. Finally I smiled at Paul, looking at the genuine longing on his face as he searched my eyes in the mirror for agreement that I would give him my load. Part of my smile was due to how cute he looked under me pleading to be fucked and part was due to the fact that he was now speaking during sex in a place that didn't really have much privacy. "All in good time," I said as I leaned in to kiss him some more. We stayed like that for a while. I only moved slightly every so often to ensure I didn't go soft in his ass or that he lost interest in it moving more rapidly as he so desperately wanted, well by now, needed. I kept us in that position for almost as much time as before he began begging as we kissed and looked at ourselves, now mostly in the mirror. When I realized that Paul was starting to get a cramp from having to twist his neck for us to kiss (having totally stopped trying to look back at me from his position prostrate on the bed), I lifted myself off of him, pulling my cock out of his ass with one swift yank. The look of disappointment on his face was profound. Reaching for the bag from the bookstore, which I had never looked through to any great extent though I did realize it had more than the lube and popper, I checked to see if Pornshopboy had provided anything to give Paul a massage. Sure enough, there was massage oil and a few other toys (I don't know if he had planned on massaging me into letting him fuck me or if these was some form of sex starter kit he had put together for me, either way I appreciated his thoroughness and thought to myself I probably owe him much more than the cherry ass which I had already given him). Squeezing some massage oil on my hand, I began to give Paul a massage, as he continued to lay there looking at me in the mirror. My first thought was to get the kink out of his neck, which had to be sore given how long we kissed in the position with his neck straining to turn to meet my mouth. But before long I was working his shoulder and back and making my way down his body. Most guys will close their eyes when getting a massage, so they can let the pleasurable feelings wash over them. I knew this because I had given my fair share of massages to my teammates for both sports reasons and my personal pleasure (str8 boys will let you massage them as long as you stay away from their hole or their cock). In Paul's case he kept his eyes open and studied me in the mirror. While I was mostly focused on giving him a pleasurable massage and exploring his back, ass and legs with my hands, I did see occasionally how intently he watched me and how his eyes roamed over my body before returning repeatedly to stare at my cock which was still hard and sticking straight up in my lap. All the touching of Paul's body as I massaged him and looking at us in the mirror had me so horny that I scrapped my original plan of holding off fucking him until I cum in the wee hours of the morning. When I finished massaging his back and legs, I worked his ass until it was shiny and pliable and then I climbed back on him and lowered my cock back into his hole. As soon as I made contact with his hole he leaned back to kiss me and we kissed as I sunk all the way in with one stroke, my hips immediately coming in contact with his ass, which was all slick with massage oil on the outside as well as the lube which was still wet on the inside. As soon as I was inside I began to steadily fuck him just moving my hips as we kissed. He was so wet and oiled that I just slid back and forth over and in-and-out of his ass. Quickly we were back to moaning and panting in each other's mouth. Suddenly Paul moaned into my mouth "OH GOD?. I am going to cum." That should have been notice for me to stop but I was too turned-on I just panted back into his mouth "GOD SO AM I." The sound of my skin slapping against each other wet with oil and our loud pronouncement about to being about to cum ricochet off the walls and we both knew that everyone who was in the hall and in the rooms nearby knew we fucking and about to unload. As Paul began his orgasm and unloaded under him into his jock, his cock pressed against the bed, I could feel Paul's ass tighten around my cock with each shot of sperm. The additional sensation of his ass involuntarily squeezing my cock triggered my own orgasm and my cock began doing the same in his ass as he was doing to the bed, dumping its load shot by shot along this man's insides. I collapsed onto him, and he onto the bed, and we lay like that spent, my cock in his ass slowly going soft. Even with the lights on full in our little room, the aftermath of the simultaneous orgasm was so fulfilling that we both drifted off, me on Paul's back with my softening cock in his cum soaked hole. [to be continued]