Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2015 19:40:54 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training a Teacher 5

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I shoved Paul's clothes into a corner of an empty booth at the back and
hung out at the end of the hall for a little while and watched the guys who
came behind the curtains.  There were some gross guys.  They seemed to
quickly slip into an empty booth usually with two empty booths on either
side of it.  My guess is they came to suck cock.

There were a number of pretty hot guys which surprised me.  They looked
very shy but in spite of their nervousness they didn't quickly duck into a
booth.  They cruised up and down the aisles.  Most only entered a booth
once they had made eye contact with another guy who was similarly
attractive and either entered one booth together or adjoining booths.

A number of guys, both hot and gross, came to the back and tried to cruise
me, even grope me.  But none gave me problems and they all quickly moved on
once it became clear I was not interested.

For a while I tried to direct traffic to the stalls next to Paul.  In part
I wanted to ensure he only got hot guys to suck.  And in part I wanted to
be part of the experience and picture what was transpiring and who he was
doing.  But once I realized there was this natural order to things, where
decent looking guys went into booths to be sucked and gross guys went into
the centre of a few empty stalls to increase their choices of who to suck,
my concern for Paul went away.

Besides, if he sucked the odd gross guy's cock it made him more of a
cocksucker.  If some overweight guy, his folds of fat visible as he pressed
up against the glory hole, or some old guy, his salt and pepper pubes
evident above his cock in Paul's face, then the more it would break Paul's
resolve that he was anything more than a fag - a fag willing to do anything
a 15 year old boy told him to do.

Having dropped my concern for Paul, my interest quickly turned to
fulfilling my needs.  I didn't know what I would agree to on Sunday with
Paul when it came to limits on my sexual appetite.  I did know that having
discovered the pleasure of sex with a man I wanted to have some
experiences.

I don't have a particular type.  I have checked out boys in the locker-room
who were older and younger than me.  And when I surf the net I look at all
sorts.  Muscled older guys, lean but fit European young men and, while I
haven't usually searched out twinks, my experience that morning with the
underwear salesboy and my attraction to the boy behind the desk of this
porno store suggested I might be into twinks as well.

Leaning against the back wall, fending off the odd advance, I checked out
the guys and decided who I would want suck off.  While I had sucked on
Paul's cock, I had never sucked anyone off and I wanted it to be a good
first experience, even special.  I had thought about waiting until Sunday
and making Paul my first, but on Sunday night it was possible we would end
up pledging monogamy to each other and I certainly didn't want him to be my
only cock, though he could be my last.

As I was checking out the men who came behind the curtain and strolled
through the aisles (for a Saturday afternoon this place was very busy) I
was taken by surprise when the two men from earlier, the ginger and the
other guy who I had made Paul suck off first, came into the back.

I had thought they had been checking each other out when we had first
arrived.  Seems the furtive glances were because they were a couple and
they were there to pick up together.  Where I had thought I was using them,
turns out they were using us.

I don't know if they came back hoping Paul and I would still be there, but
when they saw me at the back they both broke into big smiles and came
directly towards me.

Standing on each side of me, they pretended that they were just hanging and
if we hadn't been in a hallway where the sounds of real life sucking and
porno sex scenes on the TVs in the booths were ricocheting off the walls
that might have just been believable given how relaxed the both acted.  But
we were in a den of sex and the electricity between us was palpable.

It didn't take much encouragement.  I knew I wanted these two men to be my
first cocks to suck.  Paul had sucked them - I had watched him - and in a
way it would be like doing it with him.

I say 'much encouragement' as what sealed the deal was the guy with the 8"
cock began to grope the front of my jeans and his ginger BF began to touch
my ass.

I would have assumed the guy with the bigger cock was the top, and was kind
of disappointed he wasn't (even though I had no intention of getting fucked
in this place or by anyone at this stage of my sexual development).  Given
where their hands were on my person it was clear what they were into.

I took the older brunette with the big cock by the hand and led him into
the last stall where I had stashed Paul's clothes.  Guessing he was the
bottom made me believe he was the safer one to be in a cubical with.
Besides, I liked the idea of making his ginger BF, who I had made Paul suck
off first, watch while I blew his boyfriend.  I knew from this guy
beckoning me to shove my cock through the glory hole earlier he was totally
into me (which also explained his having a younger boyfriend).

Inside the stall I told the brunette to strip.

He hesitated at first.  Getting naked in a public place is a risk, even in
a place which seemed to be a safe haven for sex.  If the police came you
couldn't quickly pull up your pants and run.  And this guy had to know I
was underage in spite of the over 21 warning on the front door of the
store.

But when I made no move to touch him or take out my cock he quickly began
to shed his clothes.  Soon all of his clothes were in a pile next to
Paul's.

The guy had a nice body.  He had to be about 6' tall, which probably
explained his large 8" cock which was rock hard.  He had hair on his chest,
a little on his stomach going down to his pubes all of which was trimmed.
His ass was totally smooth (confirming my idea he was a bottom).

His chest was broad and his stomach had defined abs.  This guy spent time
in the gym.

By now his BF was in the stall next door watching us through the glory
hole.  And being the last stall in the row, there was only that one glory
hole.  The three of us were alone.

I decided to strip myself and soon I was naked with this man in this booth.

I don't know why I decided to get naked.  Maybe I wanted to feel what I was
putting Paul through in only his jock.  Probably it was I liked being
looked at and having these two guys lust after me was a definite turn-on.
Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with the sex I wanted to have and I
immediately dropped to my knees and began to suck on this big cock.

Taking this 8" cock into my mouth I almost immediately began to gag.  I
don't know how Paul could deep throat but I decided I was going to learn.
I tried taking more and more as I sucked on this big cock and I impressed
myself when I got about half into my mouth.

While that was impressive, I needed to learn on something more reasonable.

Turning to the glory hole I motioned for ginger to shove his cock through
the hole.

He had been watching us and, being (I assumed) a top, was doubly boned and
his cock was sticking out of the hole in seconds.

While his cock was thicker, my practice on his BF's big penis had expanded
my limits and I found I could take all of his 6" down my throat.

There naked on my knees I proceeded to suck on ginger's penis, taking the
entire length down my throat on every down stroke.

The BF in my booth sat on the bench and watched me suck his red headed
partner off through the glory hole and was visibly turned on.  He was
stroking his cock as he watched me, a 15 year old boy naked in front of him
sucking on a cock he must know intimately.

I don't know if it was because I was underage but he didn't try to touch me
even though I was naked kneeling in front of him in the booth.  He just sat
there and watched as I sucked his BF.  And the more I sucked the better I
thought I became at sucking cock.  Certainly the noises his BF was making
in the stall next door suggested I was doing a good job.

I could take the entire length down my throat and I even tried using my
mouth and throat to squeeze the cock when it was all the way inside of me.
This was a guy who had already cum at least once today (in Paul's throat)
if not more (he had a BF), yet before long I could sense he was getting
ready to cum.

I had never tasted cum so when I felt him tense and begin to cum I pulled
my mouth off of his shaft so only the head was in my mouth.

Rope after rope of cum was unloaded into my mouth.

His cum did not taste as sweet as Paul's precum but it was amazing.  Just
having him cum in my mouth was mind blowing.  I had made this man surrender
his seed using my mouth and the thick liquid now being shot into my mouth
was his most personal possession that only a few people in the world would
ever get given.  Feeling it splash against the top of my mouth as rope
after rope shot out of his shaft was such a turn-on I was afraid I would
cum just from the experience.

The more he shot the more I sucked and swallowed.

If I had gotten on my knees driven by a desire to learn how to suck cock
and deep throat I now was now driven by a desire for cum.

I kept sucking on that cock until it was clear that there was no more cum
to be had and then I quickly turned and went down on his BF sitting naked
beside me.

I surprised myself, and I think him, as in my eagerness for more cum I was
able to take his entire 8" down my throat.

He must have been edging watching a naked 15 year old boy suck his BF
because no sooner had I taken his cock into my throat than he began to cum.
As soon as I realized what was happening I had to scramble to get it out of
my throat and trap the mushroom head into my mouth so I could taste all of
his load.

His cum was not as thick as his BF's (though admittedly the first few shots
went right into my stomach) but it was just as delicious.  I don't know
what I had expected in terms of flavour, salty or sweet, but I now knew
what cum tasted like and I loved it.

When he had finished cumming he literally had to pull me off his cock.

Ironically I didn't see myself as a cocksucker.  My plan had been to make
Paul one so I could own him.  But sex was so awesome and as a 15 year old
boy I was loving being naked here in the back of a sex shop on my knees
blowing these men.  I didn't want to part with his cock.

The only reason I begrudgingly let him go was when I looked over at the
glory hole, expecting to see his BF watching us, I saw a new cock and
quickly shuffled over and took it in my mouth.

I was developing skills as this cock was sort of half-way between the two
guys I had just done, standing at about 7" with medium girth and from the
start I could take it entirely down my throat.

Here I was in the stall, naked and on my knees.  I felt so sexual.  I could
relate to what Paul must be feeling a few stalls away in his jock.
Granted, I had my clothes in my booth so if the police arrived I could get
dressed whereas Paul was trapped.  But being undressed in public (well sort
of public) was so liberating and empowering.

I wanted to cum, which also made me empathize with Paul.  He must be so
horny but he wasn't to cum until Sunday.  The more I empathized the more I
realized that the plan I had hatched to take over his life had been the
right one.  What I had known intuitively about what will drive a man to the
brink was in fact accurate; which gave me more ideas about what to put Paul
through in the weeks and months to come.

As those thoughts raced through my head, the cock in my mouth which I was
now deep throating and sucking instinctively without any need for conscious
thought began to explode.  I happily swallowed my third load of cum.

As the guy did up his pants in the booth next to me, I began to put on my
clothes.  I now was an experienced cock sucker and I knew I loved cum (as I
suspected I would).  Now was time for the next stage in my education.

I had set out to master Paul.  But I was a kid who only knew about sex from
the internet.  If I was going to get and keep this man I needed to be good.

Once dressed I gathered up Paul's clothes and made my way to the front of
the store.

The boy behind the counter looked just as disinterested as before, his head
buried in what turned out to be a comic book (how old was this guy, even I
had outgrown comic books).

Arriving at the counter the boy looked up and, after looking at me
quizzically as I was clearly younger than him and I had a bunch of clothes
in my arms, he resigned himself to in this place anything goes and said
dispassionately, like he was at the cash in a convenience store or gas
station, not a porn shop, "can I help you?"

"What lube do you recommend?"

"For anal or vaginal," he asked, trying to sound professional as a
salesperson and more knowledgeable than neophyte me.

Cheekily (and as a pick-up line) I responded "I will be testing it on you."

His reaction and the glances around the store told me it had worked.

"Toko," he said.  "I am off in 10 minutes assuming my replacement is here
on time.  I live a block away."

I nodded as though these things happen to me all the time.

[to be continued]