Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2015 20:32:48 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training a teacher 8

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I got back to the store and it was busier than ever.

The boy who replaced Pornshopboy behind the counter was similar to him, at
least in age.  He was probably also an underage boy, though older than me,
and he seemed totally disinterested in who came and went from the store.
He didn't even look up when I went behind the counter to the storage locker
and got Paul's clothes.

Heading back to the viewing booths I found guys waiting to get into the two
rooms on either side of Paul's booth.  There were plenty of empty viewing
booths these guys could go in to satisfy each other so this had to be about
Paul.  I knew from experience he was a good cocksucker and I had no doubt
that an afternoon in this bookshop had made him better but it seemed his
reputation had spread, at least within the confines of this store.

Banging on the door to Paul's booth I said loudly: "It's me".

When he opened the door, I pushed in around the door as Paul, being on his
knees prevented the door from fully opening.  He was as I had left him, in
his jock (which wasn't surprising as I had taken his clothes).  His rock
hard cock was straining and a large precum stain had developed in the
pouch, which let me know he had thoroughly enjoyed his afternoon.  He had
cum on his face and chest, but not a lot, so that also told me he had
greedily swallowed every load he had been fed.

There was a cock sticking out of the glory hole on the right, which I
assumed he had been sucking on when he opened the door, and I could see a
man's eyeball pressed against the hole of the left, presumably watching the
action prior to my arrival and he would undoubtedly continue to watch now
that I was here.

Closing the door I moved around Paul and turned.  Paul didn't need any
instruction.  He shuffled around so he was kneeling in front of me and
undid my pants.

No sooner were my pants undone than Paul had my cock down his throat.

I pushed my pants and underwear down to my ankles and stood over Paul as he
deep throated my cock.

Paul had been good at deep throating before and he was even better now.
Somehow he had learned to use his throat muscles on a cock.  And, on the up
stroke Paul's tongue swirled around the head of my cock before lowering his
head quickly down and taking it back down his throat.  He did this
repeatedly and fast.  God he was good!  Practice clearly makes perfect.

I couldn't have been happier.  He had embraced his natural tendencies and
had on his own, with no prodding from me, honed his cocksucking skills.  He
was well on his way to being a gay bottom sub - we just had to make sure
that he was my gay bottom sub.

Looking at the two glory holes I saw two guys' eyes pressed against them as
they eagerly watched Paul suck my cock.

I had to admit, I liked being watched.  I also liked the look of Paul on
his knees in front of me with strangers watching.  This was an elementary
school teacher and he was sucking my underage cock as strangers watched.
He was clad only in a jock.

While I wished Paul no ill will, I had to admit that it was a turn-on that,
while I had brought his clothes into the booth with me, if the police
raided his entire life was fucked as there was no explaining an elementary
school teacher being in this establishment and no way to explain his being
in a booth with an underage boy.

The thought of his predicament was so hot - as were the eyes watching us -
as were his amazing cocksucking and deep throating skill - before I knew it
I was panting and getting nearer to cumming.

Suddenly Paul took his mouth off my cock.  He sucked on his thumb and got
it wet.  And he went back to sucking my cock as he shoved his thumb in my
ass.  It was unexpected and it drove me over the top.

I knew from being rimmed and then being fucked that I liked stuff done to
my ass.  But this was something else.  I knew Paul could probably feel that
my hole was not tight.  Hell he could probably feel Pornshopboy's cum and
residual lube on his thumb.  Paul had just discovered that I had been
fucked a short while ago by someone else and it was a turn-on.  I began to
cum in his mouth with an intensity I had never felt before.  My entire body
shook as I shot a huge load into his mouth and down his throat.

It was only after I stopped shaking and cumming that he pulled his thumb
out of my ass and took his mouth off my cock.

Looking up at me with a sad look on his face, Paul started to say "did you
get?", though stopped before he could fully ask if I had gotten fucked.

My expression undoubtedly conveyed my displeasure that he was about to ask
about what I had been up to, which may be why he stopped.  It could also be
that he remembered I had agreed that only the following evening we would
talk about limits.

Today was about hedonistic pleasure and Paul had probably sucked a dozen
cocks so he had no right to be jealous about what I had been up to!

While I had no intention of discussing with him what I had been up to, I
did want him to know that I had been up to no good.  I had no intention of
telling him the details of what I had done and I definitely wouldn't put
him out of his misery and tell him that I had actually set out to suck and
fuck so I would have better skills to use with him.  But keeping him off
balance and jealous was all part of my training plan for this weekend.

Taking his hand I guided the thumb that had been in my ass to his mouth.
Reluctantly he took it in his mouth and sucked on it, likely tasting lube
and cum in addition to ass flavour, thus confirming I had been fucked.  So
there would be no doubt, I turned around and bent forward slightly and
spread my cheeks.  Paul could see my hole had been stretched and was still
shiny.  When I didn't turn back around Paul got the hint and obediently
moved in behind me and began to rim my ass.

If there had only been a little taste of lube and cum on his thumb, Paul's
rim job would be getting whatever Pornshopboy had deposited in my ass.  And
his tongue would be confirming what his thumb had discovered and that was
my ass had not only been fucked by a cock, but jizz had been deposited
inside of me.  That squishy feeling that I had experienced after PSB had
fucked me was now being experienced by Paul's tongue deep up my wet sloppy
ass.

The thought that Paul was eating PSB's cum out of my ass was an incredible
turn-on.  And he was giving me a pretty good rim job (not as good as PSB's
but this was likely the first time Paul had ever rimmed an ass and my ass
may not have looked that appetizing as it was hardly pristine).  This
combined to do the trick and I found myself hard again in no time.

Turning around I pulled Paul to his feet and spun him around.  Reaching
into the bag I grabbed the lube and slapped some into his crack and onto my
cock.  Paul is tall so I bent him over slightly and he lowered his knees as
I lined up with his hole and entered him.

Paul gasped as I slid all the way in with one stroke.

Giving him a second to adjust, I then began slowly fucking him in the
rhythmic fashion I had enjoyed when PSB took my cherry in his apartment a
short while before - the same rhythmic in and out motion that I had
practiced and I knew Paul would enjoy.

A glance to either side confirmed the two guys on either side were riveted
to their glory holes watching a 15 year old boy fuck this older man who he
clearly owned given his state of undress and his willingness to do whatever
he was instructed to do, including get fucked in a bookstore, something
that probably rarely happened (sucking was one thing, fucking another).

It didn't take long before Paul was pushing back against me as I shoved in.
He was well on his way to becoming a bottom.  He was starting to love a
cock in his ass and that was something no female, like my mother, could
give him.  And no female would let him experience this hedonistic sexual
den of male fun that is the back of a triple-X bookstore.

Tapping on the two glory holes, I gestured for the guys to shove their
cocks through.  I didn't know if they would, as they had come to the store
to get sucked even if the show they were watching was incredibly hot, but
men will be men and the getting off by any means was ample inducement.
Each man shoved his cock through the hole.

Taking these cocks in hand I began to stroke them as I continued to fuck
Paul.  Paul kept looking back, seeing what I was doing.  I don't know if he
found it hot that I had a cock in each hand while my cock was up his ass,
but I know I did.  I was in sexual heaven.  A day before I had been a
virgin and now I had lost both my cherries and here I was fucking an ass
and jacking off two guys.

I stroked the two guys faster as I kept a steady pace of shoving my hard
cock deep in Paul's bowls, his hips now pressing back against me even
harder.  Letting Paul take over the fucking (he began to move back and
forth, impaling himself on my cock) I turned my attention to stroking off
the strangers in the booths next door.

The guy on the left began to cum first and came with such force it hit both
Paul's and my hips and legs.  Before he was finished cumming the guy on the
right had begun to cum.  This guy did not shoot with such force, so I had
time to cup my hand under the head of his cock and catch his load.  Once he
had cum, I put my cupped hand filled with cum to Paul's lips and let him
eat it.  While Paul began to lap it up, I took over the fucking, not
breaking the steady pace of my cock sliding in and out of his ass.

All these sensations, especially the sight of Paul lapping a stranger's cum
out of my hand like a puppy dog, made me cum and I began to shoot deep in
Paul's ass.  I don't know how big a load I shot, as I had now cum a few
times.  I only know it felt intense.  Probably the second physically most
intense orgasm of the day (the first being the blowjob Paul had just given
me).

Maybe it was the affection I had for Paul or what we had just done apart
and together.  I just knew these orgasms shook my entire body.  I even had
to steady myself so I didn't collapse when my knees shook and my cock
expanded in his ass depositing what sperm I had left deep inside him.

When the orgasm subsided, gently I pulled my cock from his ass and Paul
stood upright and turned.  Reaching my arms around his neck I pulled him
towards me and opened my mouth and kissed him.  On both our parts the kiss
started hesitantly.  There was the taste of cum on his tongue and lips and
there was the fact that we had never kissed (Paul probably had never kissed
a guy).  But it didn't take long and we were kissing passionately.

We must have been a sight.  I had my pants and underwear around my ankles
and Paul was in a jock.  We both had cum dripping down our legs from where
that stranger had just shot his load on us through the glory hole and Paul
had cum on his chest from the cocks he had sucked all afternoon.  I don't
know if we looked erotic or disgusting.

We stayed like that kissing a good length of time.

When our lips reluctantly parted and we separated the overwhelming odor of
cum filled our nostrils and we both quickly reached for clothes, me to pull
up my pants and Paul to begin putting his on.

We quickly dressed.

A glance at either glory hole found eyes watching us, even as we dressed,
so we undoubtedly looked more erotic than disgusting.

There were disappointed faces in the hall outside our booth when we
emerged.  I don't know if it was Paul's expert blow job or word that a
teenager was in the back or maybe word a teenager was fucking an adult in
one of the stalls: we had a fan club.

Glancing at the mirror along the wall in the front of the store as we
exited I had to admit Paul and I made a stunning couple.  Paul's nerdy
glasses and lean frame and my compact youthful good athletic looks were a
nice compliment for the other.  To gay men who had no hang-ups about ages,
which the guys in the back of the bookstore seemed to be, we must have been
fun to watch.

[to be continued]