Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2009 19:09:49 -0600
From: Data Fever <data2fever@gmail.com>
Subject: Quick Learner part 5

     Paul lived in a brick house that wasn't even in New York City. It
was about a thirty minute drive away. It was a small house with two
bedrooms, one of which he used to store books, paintings, and unused
furniture. The whole place was neat and clean and Paul lived there by
himself.

     Paul didn't waste any time. He invited me to take a shower with him.
As usual, he had me take his clothes off, but instead of him taking my
clothes off, he had me do a kind of strip tease routine to undress
myself.

     I certainly wasn't much of a dancer, but Paul didn't seem to mind.
I started by taking off both shoes and then both socks. To do that, I
wasn't so much dancing as hopping on one foot then the other. Still,
Paul was laughing and encouraging me all the way.

     Taking off my shirt was a bit easier. I'd show him a bit of my
stomach, then a bit of my chest. By the time my shirt was off, Paul was
cheering and clapping and letting me know that I was doing great. It
didn't seem all that great to me, but it was kind of fun.

     For my pants, I started by rubbing my hands over my crotch several
times. I put my hands on either side of my boner to make sure that he
could tell that I had a boner. Then I pulled down the zipper, stuck a
hand inside my pants and poked a finger out the fly while I was dancing
and moving my hips around. Paul was laughing so hard there were tears
streaming down his face.

     I unsnapped my pants and gave Paul a peek at my undies. I turned
around and wiggled my butt at him while slowly pulling the back of my
pants down over my butt. I slowly turned in a couple of circles as I let
my pants fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, I kicked them to the
side.

     I took my time taking off my undies. I wiggled my butt a lot. I put
a lot of emphasis on my boner. Every now and then I would show him the
top of my boner by pulling down the front of my undies a little bit. I
knew, however, that it was my butt that Paul was mostly interested in.
After pulling the back of my undies down, I spread my butt cheeks to show
him my hole, dancing around the whole time.

     When I finally got my undies off, I twirled them several times over
my head before sailing them in Paul's direction. I continued to dance,
making my boner bounce from side to side, then thrusting my hips while
pretending to stick my finger up my butt.

     Paul was suitably delighted with my strip tease act. He kept telling
me that I was great and that he loved me more than anything. With his arm
around my shoulder, he led me off to the bathroom.

     The shower area had been created by putting a sliding glass door
along the front side of the bathtub. It looked pretty spiffy to me, but
then the only other showers I had seen had been at the pool and at the
school locker room.

     Paul got the temperature of the water adjusted before we climbed in
and slid the door shut. With the warm water streaming over us, Paul held
me tight with our boners pressed between us. Then he grabbed a bar of
soap and began to wash my back and my butt.

     Moving me to the back of the tub and out of the spray of the water,
Paul turned me around and soaped up his chest and crotch, including his
boner. Holding me tightly from behind, he pushed his boner into my hole.
He wrapped his still soapy hand around my boner and stroked it up and
down.

     Paul certainly knew how to make me feel good. Over and over he would
tell me how he loved me so much. The feel of his boner pushing in and out
of my butt always felt pretty good. When he added his hand around my
boner, I knew that I was headed toward a quick release.

     In the short time that I had known Paul, he had taught me how to
express my feelings during sex, how to change the pitch of my breathing
and moaning so that he would know how close I was to my orgasm. He
explained that most men will get more sexual pleasure from knowing they
are making their partner sexually excited.

     Because I was squirming around and moaning loudly, I know that Paul
wasn't surprised when I had my orgasm. As he normally did, he managed to
achieve his own orgasm shortly thereafter. We got cleaned up and toweled
dry.

     At this point, I still wasn't sure whether Paul expected me to stay
the night or not. I figured that he would probably drive me to the local
train station and I could take the train back to the station by the
arcade.

     But Paul made it clear that we weren't going to get dressed.
Instead, we climbed into his bed where he hugged me and caressed my back
and arms and legs and all over. He kept telling me that he never wanted
me to leave. And then he fell asleep!

     As I lay there, I contemplated about Paul. He truly seemed to care
about me, whereas most men only wanted sex and they would take it from
whoever was available. Paul made me feel good. He made me feel as
though I could make something of my life. I decided that I wouldn't even
charge him for the evening's sex.

     In the morning, I was awakened by the ardor of Paul's attentions
upon my body. He was even kissing my face, something he had never done
before. I allowed him to kiss my lips. My body responded by producing
a boner which Paul's roving hands found. He then bent down and put his
mouth around my boner, something he had never done before.

     In no time at all, I was squirming and breathing hard. Just the
thought that Paul cared so much about me made me even more sexually
excited. With a yelp, my body shuddered in orgasm.

     After I caught my breath, Paul turned me over and pushed his boner
into my butt. He used long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out
and then pushing in as far as he could go. After a few minutes, he began
to go faster. It felt so good. I was telling him to go faster and to
bang my butt.

     With my boner pushing against the bed for every one of Paul's
thrusts, I was soon ready to have another orgasm. With my moaning, I let
Paul know that I was getting close to another orgasm. He obliged by
going even faster. I worked at trying to tighten my butt muscles,
something I had never tried before.

     I must have been doing something right, because Paul had his orgasm
before I did. In fact, it was when he pushed himself hard into my butt
that my own orgasm ripped through my body.

     After we got cleaned up and dressed, Paul made bacon and eggs for
breakfast. He asked if I would come to live with him. He promised that
he would always love me and that I could live my own life. He asked only
that I learn to do some cooking and take care of the laundry. Although
he didn't say it, I figured that I would also be sharing his bed as there
were no other beds available.

     All in all, it seemed like a pretty good deal to me. The local
train station was about a half mile away so I would be able to travel
around easily. In fact, he didn't care if I kept working at the arcade
if that's what I wanted to do. He also told me that I wouldn't need to,
as he would take care of my financial needs.

     I agreed to give it a try. After all, I knew that I could always to
back to the arcade at any time if things didn't work out between us. He
dropped me off at the train station on his way to work, and I took the
train downtown to retrieve my belongings from my locker.

     It was only then that I realized that Paul had not given me a key to
his place, so there was no use returning back until evening. Besides, I
wanted to see if I could find Cheeter. It bothered me that I hadn't seen
him for the last three or four days. I couldn't think of anything more
perfect than the three of us, Paul, Cheeter and myself, living together.

     As I wandered to the various places that I thought Cheeter might be,
I reflected on the difference between Cheeter and Paul. I loved Cheeter.
I loved him with all my heart. Paul was more like the loving, caring
father figure that I had never had. I enjoyed having sex with Paul, but
given a choice, I'd rather be in bed with Cheeter.

     Not finding Cheeter anywhere, I went over to his place. For some
reason, I couldn't make myself knock on the door. Perhaps I was worried
about what I would say if his mother answered the door. I was feeling
a bit dejected as I wandered around until the arcade opened.

     I asked some of the other boys if they had seen Cheeter around
anywhere. All I got for my efforts were cold shoulders. Nobody seemed to
want to talk with me. Finally Rusty pulled me aside and told me to give
it a rest. When I explained that I only wanted to know about Cheeter, he
told me that I just didn't get it and to stop asking.

     Afterward, Rusty went over and talked with the other boys, and soon
they were all talking with me as they normally would, but I knew that
any mention of Cheeter would get me banned permanently.

     I only had one trick that afternoon, an elderly gentleman that paid
me forty dollars to fuck me. I went to the station, got my stuff, and
was quickly on my way to Paul's house. He wasn't at home and I thought
that was rather strange seeing that it was already after six o'clock, but
I sat down on the front porch and waited.

     Before too long, Paul came home. He had driven over to the arcade to
pick me up, but he had found out that I had already left. He had rushed
home, worried that I might have changed my mind about living with him.
He also gave me a house key.

     Paul had me watch while he made a tuna casserole. I remembered those
times when I had watched my mom cook (which wasn't very often at all).
Cooking had seemed like an arcane science that I would never be able to
learn. But Paul made everything seem so simple. After watching him make
a tuna casserole just once, I felt I would be able to make it the very
next time.

     After we ate, we went into the living room, ostensibly to watch a
movie on the television. As I began to sit down next to him on the couch,
he pulled me onto his lap instead. He began to kiss me on the forehead,
the nose, my cheeks. Soon our lips met.

     Earlier that morning, I had allowed Paul to kiss me. This time, I
returned his kiss with everything that Cheeter had taught me about
kissing. As I was sitting in Paul's lap, it was easy for me to tell when
he got a boner.

     Knowing that Paul liked to have me undress him, I took off his shirt
while we were kissing. He then returned favor by taking off my shirt.
Our bodies pressed together, the skin of my chest seemingly glued to the
skin of his chest. Kissing Paul was making me very horny as our hands
roamed over each others' backs and shoulders.

     I guess it was making Paul horny too, as he suggested that we go
take a shower. Well, we took off each others' clothes. Paul soaped up my
backside and his frontside and very quickly he was banging away while
his hand was stroking my boner for all it was worth. I could tell that
Paul wasn't expecting me to last very long, and I didn't.

     I could tell that my quick orgasm wasn't a problem, as Paul's orgasm
followed immediately thereafter. Then it was off to bed and a lot more
cuddling.

     This became a daily routine for us. After a few weeks, I was making
most meals for us. The food would be ready shortly after Paul got home.
After eating, we would make out on the couch, then he would fuck me in
the shower while jacking me off. In the morning, he would suck me off and
then fuck me. It was great.