Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2020 02:09:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: rilobo1 schoengut <rilobo1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Melting Pot 4

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Melting Pot - Chapter 4By Rilobo1

Wednesday morning my genito-urinary system woke me up a little after 7:00
AM with a massively full bladder and turgid morning wood. The morning wood
was no wonder, given the dreams that coursed through my head all during the
night. Over the prior two days, I had had more sexual contact that possibly
I had seen over the previous two years -- with two young men even! Fresh
memories of having trained a 26 year-old hot AF Indian man and a 10
year-old Korean boy to successfully have the hottest sex ever was the stuff
of masturbatory fantasies that would last for years for me. I got up, and
didn't even think about trying to use the toilet to lessen the bladder
pressure, given the rock-hard state I was in. Instead, I just climbed in
the shower, turned on the water, and let it fly. Ah! Relief! I finished my
shower, dried off, and was putting on my bathrobe when I heard a knock at
the door. It was far too early even for the Jehovah's Witnesses to show up
with their usual show, so I figured it must have been one of the
neighbors. In deed, it was: Jason -- about thirty minutes early for the
bus. I opened the door, and his happy little presence bounded in and kicked
off his shoes. He asked if he could have some juice, so I headed off to the
kitchen. After I had gotten him some juice, he rushed and jumped up on me,
wrapped his little arms around my neck, and gave me a big old smooch on the
lips. It was a chaste kiss, but the sloppy kind little kids give when they
get exactly what they want for their birthdays.

He slugged down his juice, and then started to babble excitedly. I'll try
to summarize the disjointed rhetoric now. He was just beside himself at the
thought of being with Atul this afternoon, and equally excited to have some
sexy skills to use during their time together. I had to stop him for a
second and remind him how important it would be for everyone that he keep
this information to himself, and he just gave me an eye-roll and said "duh,
dude. That's why I came here early to get it all outta me before Alex sees
me and figures out something is up." Did I tell you yet what a bright child
Jason is? That did bring me to my sole concern for the day, Alex: what if
he showed up on scene at 4:00 PM too? Jason just shrugged and said "no
biggie! Wednesdays are his mom's shopping days, and she picks him up at
school so he can help her. Easy Peasy!" That problem cared for, I told him
to think about what he had learned, and especially to insist that he get
his orgasm at the start and finish, that they use LOTS of lube, that Atul
should spend enough time up front getting him ready, and that he needed to
be here early enough to get "everything ready". Jason looked at me
seriously, and said that he would do anything to make Atul happy, and that
he'd appreciate me being here to help him get it all done correctly. Would
I? Silly question!

It was about 7:20 AM, and about time for Alex to come down to wait with
Jason for the bus. I shooed Jason out the door, and was chatting with him
outside when Alex came out and bounding down the stairs. Geez! For an
eleven year-old that weight barely 80 pounds, he could work a flight of
stairs like a rutting bison on the prairie! Jason and Alex started
jabbering to each other about a Civil War project they were going to work
on today during social studies, and both of them were asking me for some
ideas on how they could present on their topic, when suddenly, Atul
descended the stairs. Suddenly, there were a couple of seconds of silence
from Atul and Jason. Alex talked on for a couple of seconds, and then
abruptly stopped, casting side eye glances at Jason, and then at Atul in
turns. He finally looked at me full in the eyes, and I gave him a "what? I
don't know" shrug. Thank goodness the school bus showed up at precisely
that moment, breaking that awkward spell. I said "bye boys!" and they both
took off toward the bus, jabbering having recommenced. I thought to myself
that we should consider Alex into the equation soon, as nobody could ever
call that child stupid. I looked at Atul, who was blushing fully, and asked
how his day was going. He nodded positively, and then very quickly dashed
past me into my apartment, pulled me in, and shut the door.

Atul quickly recovered, and then began whispering to me his joy at thinking
about that afternoon, and his concerns about scheduling and preparation. I
told him not to worry at all. His only assignment was to be here at 4:30,
and not earlier, because Jason needed enough time to prepare himself. Atul
was visibly relieved at this, but I did mention that before he left work,
he might take a few minutes in the washroom to clean under his foreskin, to
which he agreed. I then told him I'd take care of everything else --
supplies, towels, whatever was needed. He then cleared his throat, and said
in a lower voice that he had a request. He said that he really did want to
come by very soon and "fuck" (he whispered that word, use of it was quite
new to him) me deep and hard again, but he wanted to try something else
first. Here, he blushed anew, shifted his eyes down, and rapidly whispered
in one long utterance: "I want you to teach me how to get fucked. I want
you to fuck me and make me lay on my back and spread my legs and teach me
how to take it hard. I want you to breed me. I want to know what it feels
like for Jason. I've been thinking about this since yesterday. Can you help
me?"

Momentarily stunned, I went through a quick set of thoughts, recovered and
told him that nothing would make me happier. I explained that I supposed
the request made sense, as he now knew the power of the prostate, and his
young lover was not (yet) in the possession of a tool he could use to
satisfy all of Atul's needs. Still, we'd need to talk all of this over with
Jason first: ten year-olds can get awfully jealous. Atul nodded in
agreement, said "thank you", reached up to my face, and gave me a decidedly
non-chaste kiss. My morning wood having been reawakened, I instructed him
that the door would be open, and all he would have to do is enter -- but
please remember to lock the door on entry, and then proceed to the guest
bedroom. Atul nodded in acknowledgement, quickly bade farewell, and left
for work.

I was never going to survive the next eight hours without beating one off,
maybe two.

I didn't need Nifty or the internet as wank-fodder to quickly take care of
immediate needs, and was soon able to focus on going through client emails
and making some requested database adjustments. After that, came time for
lunch, and that meant dropping by the grimy little Shwarma shop on Ponce de
Leon Avenue (pronounced as "Ponse day Lee-on" by Atlantans) in downtown
Clarkston for a gyro wrap (yum!), and then I turned toward making
preparations for "the event". I ran up to the Target Supercenter on LaVista
Road to get some last minute supplies: three new, generic, clean, off-white
(just in case) beach towels to completely cover the guest room bed, and a
small stack of matching hand towels for them to use during and after sex
play.

I got home about 3:15, and started setting "the stage" as it were.  I put
the lube and wet wipes out on the bedside table, and also put out four
bottles of water -- they would likely need hydration if they faithfully
followed the training regimen. I also spread out the beach towels, and put
out some spare older pillows in older pillowcases for their use. Then I
checked to make sure the blinds were tightly closed, and turned the floor
mirror toward the bed in case the reflection might provide additional
excitement for them. Just then, there was another low, rapid knock on the
door. I looked to my watch, and it showed 3:55 PM: I had a strong suspicion
it was Jason, who would've gotten home around half past three. Lo and
behold! I opened the door, and Jason pushed in, kicked quickly kicked off
his shoes, mentioning that Halmoni had just started her nap. I closed the
door, and had to suppress a little giggle at him standing there, excitedly
hopping from foot to foot. He had changed from his school clothes into a
little tank top, some tiny little tennis shorts, and tennis socks. He was
so excited, and I could see the little nail poking out at almost a ninety
degree angle. I hope he remembered underwear: I had always enjoyed taking
off my partners' underwear as the last item to make them naked.

Before anything else, I wanted to seek final confirmation that Jason wanted
this, and to make sure he had no lingering doubts about anything on the
agenda. Again, he gave me an exaggerated eye roll, and then a bright
little, two-dimple smile. He then said, with all the seriousness a ten
year-old can muster, that he understood that I cared about him and worried
about him, and wanted to protect him from being hurt. However, he then said
that he loved Atul, and wanted to do whatever he had to make sure Atul
never again felt sad and lonely: I came close to squeezing out a few tears
on that note. Jason then broke that emotional moment with a surprise
announcement. He said it wanted a few minutes with me to tell me two
things: first, that he wanted to thank me for his "training, which he
enjoyed a lot", and then he asked if I were willing to teach him more times
in the future. Silly question! Of course I would! This little Asian beauty
was the sweetest kid in the world, and hotter than a volcano! I also took
the opportunity to ask him if it would be OK for me to give Atul some
lessons too: again the eyeroll and "duh!". I guess we had permission now.

I told Jason that he needed to start getting ready for Atul, at which Jason
perked up, and started running toward my bathroom. Before he got to the
hallway, he turned around and meekly asked if I would help him get ready,
in case he missed anything or didn't do it right. I smiled, and then
followed him in the bedroom. Jason started pulling off his shirt, but I
stopped him and he remembered: "Yeah, Atul needs to undress me, and he
needs to keep looking into my eyes when he's doing it". Bright child! I
then went about undressing him with full eye contact; he started rapid
shallow breaths almost immediately. When I got to his underwear (which he
was wearing, I quickly looked, and saw they were "Thor" briefs. Again, I
had to stifle a grin of irony, as there was about to be a serious hammer in
play very soon. We then went about the enema, and it took some minutes to
get that action sufficiently completed, followed by a very thorough shower
and cleaning of the tackle. I glanced at my watch, and saw that it was 4:25
PM, and told Jason to quickly dry off, get completely dressed, and meet me
in the guest bedroom. I then went to the front door to unlock it for
Atul. Jason got to the guest bedroom, and was perched, fully clothed on the
edge of the bed just as we heard the front door open, close, and
lock. Seconds later, a very blushing young Indian man stood in the doorway
to the guest bedroom.

I asked Atul to sit on the bed with Jason, and I sat down in the armchair
in the room. I told them I wanted to give them both a last bit of
"training" together, so they could both hear the lesson at the same
time. First, I asked both of them if there was anything that was unclear to
either of them, and they both said "no". I then told them that much more
than anything I had taught either of them was this: they needed to
communicate with each other in bed in order to make their relationship
truly work and grow. They both looked at me with questioning eyes, and I
realized I'd have to give examples. "While you are making love, you need to
let each other know immediately if something doesn't feel good, so you both
can stop, and find a way for it to be better. Also, if something does feel
good, you must let the other know immediately, so he can remember it for
the future." I further reminded them that they didn't need to always use
words to communicate -- especially if they kept focus on each other's eyes.
They both then had an "aha!" moment, where my insistence on the whole eye
contact thing came full circle, and gained clarity.

I then told them that I truly loved them both, wanted them to be happy,
wished them the best time ever, gave them both kisses on the cheek, and
left, closing the door. I went to the living room and cranked up Amazon
videos -- they had just put all of Downton Abbey on Amazon Prime, so I had
something to occupy my mind while my boys were hopefully having the best
time of their lives. Barely ten minutes later, I started hearing the same
low groans and high moans as before from the direction of the guest room,
but they ramped up in volume and intensity much faster than before -- but
not yet the metallic straining from the bed. This was good: it meant they
were taking their time before getting to the penetration. I turned back to
Downton Abbey and watched for a bit. Just as Lady Mary was being
particularly bitchy, and Lady Edith began whining again, I started hearing
the bedframe complain. The sounds were different than before: just as loud,
but the rhythm was very different. The last time, the straining was at a
constant, steady tempo, but today that rhythm was frequently broken up in
to sections of ten to fifteen strains followed by many seconds of
silence. As well, the tempo seemed to change up slower to faster and then
back to slower. I made a note to inquire about this later, when all of a
sudden a rapid, even, loud tempo started up, and went on for several
minutes, suddenly ceasing all at once.

After a very few seconds, a naked, wild eyed Atul burst out of the room,
his wet, engorged cockhead waving before him. He looked at me with fear on
his face, grabbed my hand and said "Please help! I think I hurt him! I
don't think he's breathing! He then began urgently pulling me into the
bedroom. Of course, I went with him. On entry, there was enough light in
the room from the blinds to make out a very naked Jason splayed out with
arms and legs akimbo. I turned on the bedside lamp, and did a quick look
over: he was very much unconscious, with his eyes rolled back into his
head, and mouth agape. Atul was beside himself, saying over and over
"Please help my baby. Oh God please let him be alright!" I quickly checked
Jason's pulse (it was there, and quite rapid), then I put my ear to his
mouth, and heard his very rapid and extremely shallow breaths. Jason's eyes
and limbs then started twitching slightly. Again, I suppressed a giggle:
the tyke had been overwhelmed by the sensations of what must have been a
"fucking for the ages".  Atul was still beside himself, so I pulled him
down on the bed next to the both of us, grabbed his arms, and forced him to
look in my eyes. I told him that Jason, was going to be OK in a few
minutes, and that all we had to do was wait.  To reinforce my diagnosis,
Jason turned his face and halfway focused his eyes in the direction of
Atul's voice, and then muttered with his high pitched voice "baby?"

Atul grabbed Jason's tiny right hand, and started caressing it, sobbing out
loud in gratitude. It took a few more minutes for Jason to come back fully
to himself, at which time, he jumped up, put himself in Atul's lap, and
hugged him tightly. He said he had never felt anything like that, and was
sorry he worried Atul so much. While they reconnected, I got them both a
bottle of water, and pulled them apart so we could figure out what went
wrong... or what went too right. I started out the conversation by telling
them what I had heard with the tempo. They both nodded, and confirmed that
they seemed to be out of sync with each other at first. It seemed that once
the anal play had begun, Atul was focused on making sure Jason was
comfortable, but Jason was focused entirely on making sure his prostate was
in constant contact with Atul's glans. Jason, in effect, was jumping all
around on the bed, altering his position so that Atul could not do anything
but briefly pummel the boy's knob for brief spans. As soon as Atul tried to
penetrate deeper, Jason would move his prostate to wherever Atul's glans
was at the moment. This made sense, and agreed with the acoustic evidence
gathered in the living room. I then looked at Atul, and offered my fresh
hypothesis: he had just given up on any deep ministrations, and began
giving Jason exactly what he wanted, mobbing that immature prostate without
mercy. They both nodded: hypothesis confirmed.

This was something we'd have to figure out. I asked them both to describe
how things had been going up to the "episode" (I think that's what we'll
call it), and they both in turns gave me a play-by-play, confirming that
they had indeed done everything by the play-book; Atul had sucked Jason to
an orgasm at the very beginning, and opened him up immediately afterward.
I then asked me to show them the position they were in before the "episode"
happened. Jason laid back with his behind on a pillow, lifted up, and his
legs spread wide, feet high, as far back and apart as humanly
possible. Jason then followed by laying out on all fours, his knees apart
and his hands on the mattress just below Jason's armpits, and inside
Jason's spread legs. I couldn't help but notice Jason's still gaping anus
during this demonstration: damn! I also noticed that the beach towels were
still quite clean and off-white! I told them both that I think I know a way
to make it better, if they wanted to try again: they both quickly nodded
their assent. I told Jason that in order for Atul to successfully make it
to final orgasm, he needed to be able to pound deeply for a while, and that
his moving around didn't allow Atul to do that. I followed up with "while
that wouldn't feel nearly as good as the prostate pounding, he should be
able to enjoy it, because the prostate would get something on each trip in
and out. I then told Atul that Jason's prostate couldn't possibly handle as
much of that hook so quickly, and that he -- as senior partner -- would
need to take more responsibility for controlling the fuck.

Taking control of the scene, set my coaching plan into motion. Figuring I
was going to get messy too, I took off my clothes down to my boxer shorts,
and sat on the bed with my back completely against the headframe, spreading
my legs wide against the mattress, and placing the pillows between my legs
to raise the surface. I then had Jason lay on the pillows with the back of
his head laying bent back against the hairs on my lower abdomen, and then I
asked Jason for his feet. He raised them up, and I grabbed each ankle and
pulled back wide, applying just enough pressure to make sure his knees were
straight out, and not bent at all. I pulled his feet back, up, and apart so
that his bottom curved up into the air above the pillows. Atul's eyes were
focused and etched on this scene, and I swear the man was drooling. On my
instruction, Atul began reapplying lube to both Jason's aperture and the
whole length of his own cock, which had once again grown to absolutely
obscene proportions.  I looked in Atul's eyes, told him to put his hands on
Jason's legs, and to fuck him. To his credit, Atul broke eye contact with
me, and asserted eye contact with Jason before he moved up, pulled down his
foreskin, and began slipping that monstrous cockhead inside Jason's tight
little pussy. Jason let out a high moan, and Atul let out a low groan as
the entire dick slowly entered, and finally ended up with Atul's obviously
well manscaped pubic bush met the skin underneath Jason's scrotum. I very
nearly creamed in my pants at the very sight.

Almost immediately, Atul began the upstroke, pulling back approximately
halfway before plunging back down to the root. He did this a couple more
times, and I felt Jason trying to shift his hips to move back -- probably
wanting some prostate play. I held him fast, and told Atul he needed to
make sure he was giving full-length strokes, so Jason would have his fun
too. It looked like a light bulb went off for Atul, and he immediately
changed his approach. He moved his knees farther down the bed, with his
pelvis lower, and placed his arms on the mattress just behind Jason's
knees. In this position, he could saw his hips about twelve inches, and
thus fully use the entire length of his penis. He adapted and adjusted his
approach until he was fully sawing into Jason, the head nearly exiting
Jason's ass (and causing it to bulge outward most erotically), and then
pounding back in to the root, making the characteristic slapping sound
against Jason's tiny ass cheeks. Soon, Jason's prostate was receiving two
quick jabs of Atul's hook on every thrust in and out, and Jason was cooing
and moaning like a dove. Jason's vocalizations were reaching new highs with
each passing moment, when at last I looked at Atul and said "don't you
think he's about ready for his orgasm?"

Again, the light bulb went off, and Atul shifted to a posture allowing for
the full cockhead to quickly pound the little prostate. Jason's eyes opened
widely, and his breathing became erratic. I then reached down, grabbed
Jason's penis, pulled down the foreskin, and roughly began masturbating the
little shaft and head. Atul saw what I was doing, and replaced my fingers
with his. I told Atul to wait for it, and that he'd feel it when it
happened. Seconds later, I felt Jason tense up in my lap, and could only
imagine the vice grip that was about to take ownership of Atul's penis. On
the first spasm Jason screamed. I grabbed Atul's hips, and pulled him fully
back into Jason, where he began to spasm and scream himself. Both of them
were having simultaneous orgasms, and the spasms of each were feeding the
spasms of the other. It was a moment of beauty. I couldn't help myself, and
creamed my boxers at the same time. After about 10 spasms each, they
remained connected, kissed deeply, and began the process of regaining
composure.

I asked Jason if he remembered what to do with the load inside him, and he
breathlessly nodded yes. Atul pulled back and exited Jason, and Jason
closed his muscle. I asked if I could accompany him to the bathroom: I
wanted to make sure that there had been no lasting damage done to the
boy. We both got up, and I grabbed a towel to clean the part of my load
that had landed on his neck, below his bowl cut. We went to the bathroom,
and I asked him to lean back, and show me his butthole. He did, and lifted
his feet so I could look: it was puffy, but there was no damage, with just
a little bit of moistness surrounding the tightly closed aperture. He
looked up to me and asked if he could "let it go", and I nodded so. What
came out can only be described as a waterfall: there must have been a
half-liter of cum that he ejected into the toilet bowl. On completion, he
looked into the bowl, and grinned with pleasure at the lack of "messy". I
wiped off what remained with a bit of toilet paper, flushed, a little kiss,
gave his little starfish and took him back to the guest room. Atul was
there, carefully inspecting the beach towels, astounded that he seemed to
find nothing awry. I looked at him and said "It worked, and you're
welcome!" He grinned widely.

We all took towels and wet wipes, cleaned ourselves up, and made ourselves
once again presentable to the world. Jason looked at the clock, which read
6:00 PM, and stated that he really needed to get home before his parent's
did. He quickly gave Atul a deep kiss, telling him how much he loved him. I
walked him to the door, where he thanked me for everything, told me he'd
see me tomorrow, gave me a kiss on the lips, and left. I went back into the
guest room and saw Atul on the edge of the bed. He had a glazed look in his
eyes, as if his world had just gone through a tectonic shift. He looked up
at me, straight into my eyes, and said: "I'm hard again," to which I
responded "and I have permission."