Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 20:14:41 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training a teacher 7

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Pornshopboy (PSB) got on his hands and knees on the bed and I put lube on
his ass and on my cock.  Positioning myself behind him I aimed my cock at
his hole.

As soon as my cock made contact I pushed it all the way in to the hilt.  He
winced in pain.

I stayed like that for a minute, my cock buried all the way in his ass.
Gradually he relaxed.

It was difficult not moving in his ass.  I had loved being inside Paul's
ass the first time with him bent over the arm of my mother's couch.  But
this was different.  Every fiber of my being, now that I was in his warm
velvety wet hole, wanted to grab this older boy's hips and fuck as fast as
I could.

Perhaps this was the reason PSB had never enjoyed doggie.  For the top this
position was 100% about my cock in his hole and given this position of
total dominance and his being in a position of total submission,
instinctually, I wanted to be ramming hard into his ass.

Keeping myself from giving into my nature and holding my cock in his ass
perfectly still I asked, "how does it feel?"

After a few moments, during which I had to fight hard to resisting the
overwhelming desire to begin to fuck him hard and fast, he said with some
relief in his voice, "it hurt when you shoved into me but now it feels
good."

His hands holding onto the edge of the bed belied that he was bracing
himself for it not feeling good once I began to fuck him.

"I want you to tell me if it hurts," I said.

"Thank-you," he said, with now overwhelming relief in his voice.

Poor delusional Pornshopboy!

I wasn't asking him to tell me if it hurt because I was worried about
hurting him.  I didn't care about him (I might have cared a little if I had
fucked him as soon as I came home with him, just because I am a decent guy,
but any sense of responsibility for how his ass might feel went away after
he fucked me without my permission).  No, this was about me learning what
worked and what didn't so I could use this knowledge to train Paul as my
sex slave and any information he might give me about what he was feeling
would help me to learn, not alter my behaviour.

Nevertheless, I began fucking him slow and steady.  I could feel him relax
as he got used to the pace and before long he was pushing his hips back
against my every forward thrust.

PSB was getting into this, so the problem clearly was not the position.

Picking up the pace, I gripped his hips and began to fuck him hard and
fast.  Almost from the start of the increased speed he began to wince and
before long he was begging me to pull out.  I didn't pull out.  Instead I
shoved all the way in so my hips were pressed against his ass and stopped
moving - I left my cock buried all the way in his ass.

After a few minutes of not moving he once again noticeably relaxed and I
began to resume fucking him, this time at a much slower pace.  This time it
took a little longer, I guess because I had made his ass sore, but before
long he was again pushing his hips back to meet my thrusts.

"Take a hit of poppers," I said.

"They give me a headache," he replied, panting.

So the little prick had brought the poppers home with us with no intention
of using them himself.  He must have planned on getting me fucked up and
then raping me.  Any residual sense of obligation to this boy evaporated.

"Take a hit," I commanded the anger in my voice evident.

PSB reached for the little bottle, removed the top and put it under his
nostril and inhaled lightly while I began to fuck his ass harder.

"Inhale deeper," I said, as I began to go even faster, much faster I had
been going when he begged me to stop.

This time he took a deep hit.

"Again," I said as I gripped his hips hard and began to ram his ass as hard
and fast as I could.

Quickly he put the bottle under the other nostril and took a very deep hit
as I went to town on his ass.

The harder I fucked him the more hits of poppers he took.  Before long the
room reeked of poppers which was making me want to fuck him even harder and
faster.  If I had been too hard on his ass before, I was now almost brutal,
not in a malicious way (though he deserved it), I had just surrendered to
my baser instinct? and so had he as he was pushing back against me harder
than he had when I was just rhythmically fucking him.

He was not wincing or protesting over the rough treatment his ass was
getting.  He was panting and moaning and holding on for the ride.  And,
when he didn't have to hold on for balance he was pushing back against me
to try to get my cock rammed deeper into his ass.

Eventually the poppers began to wear off in my head, though I suspected
they were still swarming around in his (as I had only gotten secondary
scent) and I could feel the weed I had smoked when I had first arrived
start to recede as well.

With my head clearer, I remembered my purpose in going home with this boy
was to try different positions and while I genuinely was enjoying fucking
him as hard and fast as I could, I decided to try another position.

I used my legs and body to move him so he began to collapse onto his
stomach.

As soon as I took him from doggie to face down on the bed there was a
marked difference in my instinct on how hard and fast to fuck him.  My pace
slowed on its own, without any conscious thought on my part, and before
long I was once again in a slow steady rhythm, much as he had used on me a
short time ago when our roles were reversed.

Before long he was leaning his upper body back and trying to kiss me.
While I wasn't here to make love, only to practice fucking, and I had never
kissed anyone before, I couldn't help myself and soon I was kissing him as
he turned his head and I steadily rode his ass lying on top of his back.

The more I kissed him, the more he moaned, the more I was turned on.
Before long I was panting in his mouth as we kissed and our tongues
struggled in his mouth as I fucked PSB prostrate on the bed under me.  I
knew, in spite of my intentions of maybe trying a few more positions, I was
going to cum in his ass in exactly the same position he had popped my
cherry on this very bed a short while ago as the feelings were just so
intense.

As I began to unload into his ass I kept kissing this guy, panting into his
mouth.

Kissing and affection clearly turned me on (as it did this boy), lesson
learned!  I had never thought to kiss Paul, but this would definitely help
to make him totally mine and we would be doing it before the day was done.

I collapsed on his back with my cock still spasming in his ass.  It seemed
like my orgasm would go on forever and I could only imagine how much cum
was being deposited in his ass.

As the last of my load was shot into this boy I rolled off of his back.

No sooner was I out of him and on my back than this older boy had slid up
under my arm and was cuddling.

While I was still a novice at this fucking thing, I was starting to form
some ideas about why some things worked and others didn't.  Doggie, I
concluded, was a problem for some bottoms not because of angle or cock size
but because the top started to fuck fast as soon as his cock was in their
ass.  I know for me, with little body contact, except for my cock in his
ass, there was an overwhelming desire to go as hard as I could as soon as I
entered PSB.  Poppers clearly could take the edge off the pain, so hard and
fast was doable if I wanted to do that with Paul, and doable with extreme
roughness if Paul was willing to inhale them (which might be a challenge
given how teachers react negatively to drugs - getting him to smoke weed,
which I also concluded added to the intensity of the sex, was probably too
dangerous to propose as at the end of the day he was a teacher and friends
with my mom - if Paul wouldn't agree to try poppers, I now knew that by
going slow and steady I could make doggie enjoyable for Paul).

As for face down on the bed I now knew that from the perspective of both
the receiver and the giver.  It was definitely enjoyable for both parties.
The maximum body contact of being on PSB's back made the need to go hard
and fast disappear.  And kissing could add to the intensity in a way that
made going hard and fast unnecessary.  This position was a keeper.

As I lay on the bed on my back for a while thinking about this, PSB stroked
my chest and played with my cock, his head lying on my chest under my arm.
His own cock was hard from my fucking him, even though he had cum inside me
before I fucked him, evidence that he was probably a bottom after all.
Whatever the case, 19 years olds are as horny as us 15 year olds and, being
15, before long I was hard in his hand raring to go again.

"On your side" I said.

PSB didn't hesitate.  He handed me the lube and rolled over to face away
from me, bending his upper leg like I had seen guys in porn movies do to
give me better access to his hole, a hole shiny with the lube from earlier
and some of my cum which had leaked out.  I dosed my cock and slid in
behind him and lined up with his ass.

This time I sunk in easily and soon was thrusting into him.

PSB alternated between leaning back and kissing me and leaning forward and
reaching between his legs and playing my balls and my cock as it
disappeared into his ass.

I am not sure who loved this position more, me or him.  It was evident from
the start we both were totally into it and there was no danger of
discomfort or lack of satisfaction on either of our parts.  I got to be
buried deep in his ass similar to the way I had been in doggie and I did
love kissing him and feeling his hand on my balls.  He got to be fucked,
which he clearly loved, and got to explore where my cock entered his hole,
feeling the base of my shaft and even feeling his own hole as it gripped my
cock.  While I couldn't go as fast as doggie, I could go as hard and as
deep.  That made this a position I would definitely do often with Paul.

Much as I loved this position I decided not to cum a second time quite yet.

I pulled out of his ass and rolled back on my back.  He moved in under my
arm and immediately resumed playing with my hard cock.

I had to conclude, in spite of the poppers he had brought home to use on
me, that this boy had fucked me not with any malicious intent.  He fucked
me because I wanted it (albeit fueled by weed, poppers and my first
experience with being rimmed) and probably because I was only 15 and he
wanted to take what he must have concluded was my cherry (who wouldn't be
tempted by that).  But PSB was definitely a bottom and was thoroughly into
my cock and me fucking him.  And, while, if I was being honest, I had
enjoyed losing my virginity to this boy and being fucked, I did enjoy being
the top more.

If I had any doubt about him being a bottom, without me even asking he
volunteered the next position, his previously stated favourite: "can you do
me on my back with my legs on your shoulders now?"  He didn't have to ask
me twice.

This one was harder to start than doggie or on our sides.  With doggie I
just knelt behind him and aimed for his hole and on our sides I could also
lean back and look where I was aiming, but with this boy's legs on my
shoulders and me between his legs I couldn't see his hole and had to feel
around.

After a few failed attempts I found his hole and once I did and sunk in it
was AMAZING.

Not only was there the pleasure of this 19 year old's still tight (in spite
of the pounding I had given it in the doggie position) ass around my cock,
I could also look into his eyes and watch the expression on his face
(something he had said he also liked to do on the bottom).  Seeing his eyes
full of lust and longing as he looked up at me was such a turn-on and I
couldn't help myself, I was soon kissing him passionately as I pile-drove
his ass.

It was the best of all the other positions.  I could make out and fuck hard
in his ass which, with his legs up on my shoulder, was stretched tight so I
could savage his hole by going deep and going hard and fast.

His legs pushed up by his head as I leaned into him made him totally
submissive.  This was a willing submissiveness as he let me put his legs on
my shoulders and looked up at me, first with a looked that he desperately
wanted me to fuck him, and now with a look that showed he wanted - no he
needed - me to cum in his ass again.

When he had proposed this position I had figured try it and move on to the
next.  No way!  This position was perfect.  It had everything that was good
about the other positions rolled into one.

I needed to cum into this boy's ass in this position and the harder I
fucked him to get to that point the more passionately he kissed me and
looked up at me longingly.

I didn't even need to tell him when I was starting to cum as he let out
such a loud moan and cry that you could tell he felt he had scored a
touchdown or some other win just by getting my load deep in his ass.

Stopping kissing him as the last ropes of cum shot deep in his gut I looked
into this boy's eyes which were unfocussed.  If eyes could roll into one's
head his would.  He was in heaven and so happy just from my fucking him.  I
owned this boy and I had only met him a few hours before.

Without taking a breath I pulled my cock out of his ass which made him
gasp.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder and you could tell from his expression
he felt empty by the sudden withdrawal of my penis.

On my back again on the bed I counted down from 10 and by 7 he was back
under my arm, his hard cock pressing into my thigh, cuddling.

I didn't even know Pornstoreboy's name and he didn't know mine, but he was
smitten with me.  I had cum in him two times now and he wanted more.

I know most guys like younger guys and I was a hot 15 year old.  But this
was more than that.  I was getting good at fucking and I could control men
by fucking them.

His hand went back to roaming over my chest, stomach, thighs, cock and
balls.

PSB had been right.  Toko lube didn't get sticky.  We had fucked in four
positions now and applied it only two times and my cock was still wet.
With cheap drug store lube my cock would be all sticky and I would need to
wash it with a hand cloth but this stuff was good (while I was new to
fucking I was an expert at jacking off).

I guess it also didn't taste bad because his mouth was soon around my cock
working it. His mouth was working my cock so well if I didn't know better I
would have wondered whether he liked the taste of the lube or of his own
ass.  It was obvious, the way his hands roamed over my body as he suck on
my cock, that it was just that he couldn't get enough of me and my cock.

Once he was satisfied I was once again rock hard in his mouth, he stopped
sucking me and he applied more lube to my cock.

This time, without asking, he climbed up over me and sat down on my cock
and gently began to ride me.  This was a fun position.  I got to lie back
and he did all the work.  And he was good.  I had fucked him for a while
yet he was able to use the muscles in his ass to tighten his anal cavity
and hole around my cock and give me incredible sensations.  Paul was going
to need to learn to do this as a bottom needs skills.

Given the number of times I had cum, I knew this position, enjoyable as it
was, wasn't going to get me to cum any time soon.  So I could either move
him into a position where I could take over and control the speed and
force, I could let him use my cock to get himself off.  I suddenly realized
I was fine with him doing that.  This boy had fucked me and while he may
have taken advantage I definitely liked it.  And he had let me used his ass
to experiment.  The least I could let him use my cock to get off.

So I let PSB ride my cock with increasing speed and pressure until he began
to cum on my chest and stomach.  We kissed as he rocked back and forth on
my cock his load spewing out of his cock without his ever having touched
it.

I don't know the size of the load he shot in my ass earlier (which still
felt satisfyingly squishy) but the load he shot on my (well our as we were
now right next to each other kissing) stomach and chest was humongous.  It
was my training evaluation.  I had set out to learn to fuck and this boy I
fucked so well he had hosed me down completely with his cum so that there
was virtually no skin left dry.

As he pulled himself off of my cock I got out of bed, cock still hard and
slick.

Dashing into the bathroom I cleaned the cum off myself and then reemerged
and put on my clothes.  Grabbing the bag of stuff from the store and the
poppers and lube from the bed I headed for the door.  Glancing back I could
tell he was asleep.  He was exhausted from our fuck session.

If Pornshopboy hosing me with his cum had been my grade, his falling asleep
was my diploma.  I was now an expert in fucking and I would use this to
finalize things with Paul.  By tomorrow night he would not want my mother
or anyone else, male or female, other than me.

[to be continued]