teaching a blowjob lesson

I stepped into the record store knowing exactly what I wanted. I went to the electronica section and pulled out the latest volume of Ultra Chilled and started toward the register.
Two aisles over I saw a young man by the name of Pan staring at me. I knew of Pan from my occasional visits to a gay sex club. He was a good-looking twenty something with blonde hair and a diver’s body.
I nodded and he nodded back so I went over to say hello. “My name’s James,” I said. I held out my hand. He took it and just held it. His skin was soft and warm. I knew that he didn’t do anything too physical for work.
“I’m Pan.” He smiled. He had perfect teeth. Along with his wind blown hair and his chic designer clothes he was the epitome of perfection. “What you got there?” he asked.
I showed him. “I like to listen to this when I paint,” I said.
“You’re an artist?” he asked.
I nodded. “In my free time.” I looked into his sparkling blue eyes and said, “You know, I live right around the corner.” I looked at my watch. “It’s not too early for a cocktail, is it?”
We paid for our items and then went outside. It was on the late end of a beautiful spring day, sunny, warm, perfect.
At my house I brought out a bottle of vodka, some cranberry juice and limes, some ice and two tall glasses and mixed us both drinks. Pan was walking around my living room looking at things. He seemed to be fascinated with a large abstract I had painted and recently hung over my couch. It was a painting made from of a close up Polaroid shot Cole had taken of my mouth wrapped snuggly around his fat black cock.
“Something strangely sexual about that,” he said. “What’s it supposed to be?”
I came over beside him and handed him a drink. “It’s my lips, see?” I pointed them out. “Wrapped around a black cock.”
He didn’t even flinch. “You painted yourself giving head?”
I went over and rummaged in a drawer and found the original photograph. “It’s from this,” I said, handing the photo to Pan. “I thought it was sexy—the contrast of my pink lips and his black cock. I plan to do a series—some of them are—uh—pretty graphic.”
“So I see,” he said, glancing from the picture to the painting. “So look—I’ve seen you giving Cole head. But—I mean, doesn’t that hurt after awhile?”
“Not so much.” I shrugged. “I guess I’ve got a big mouth.” We both laughed. “Once you get the hang of it it’s not so difficult.”
“Don’t you ever get tired though?” He continued to stare at the picture.
“Sure.” I smiled. “That’s usually about the time you make them cum.”
“What if they don’t want to?”
“Why give them a choice. Just put a little extra on it and they’ll always pop.”
“Goddamn,” he said, before dropping into a long pause. He took a sip and then said, “That is one fucking sexy painting?”
“So, you mind if I ask you something?”
“Not at all.”
“Nothing personal, but is it true what they say?”
“What do they say?”
“They say you only like to get—that you don’t’ put out.”
“Kind of, I guess.” He shrugged. “I’ve only been hanging out at the Power Lounge a month or two and it just kind of became my thing. It’s not like my ass is a virgin or anything. I just haven’t run into any situations that got me going like that, you know?”
“I think so, yeah.” I looked at him and I got an incredible feeling that this boy was a sub just waiting to be exploited. I had a sense that he was not only attracted to me, but also envious—that in a way he would like to emulate me—sexually.
I put down my drink and turned to him. Then I stepped forward and kissed him on the lips. He reacted passionately, then immediately also put his drink aside. He clasped his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back into a kiss. As we kissed we ground our crotches together.
“Come with me,” I said, pulling him along.
I took him into my room and started stripping him, alternatively removing my clothes as well. Our body types were very similar although I had a little height on him. He was smooth and hairless and not made so by a razor, except around his pubic area, which was trimmed. His straining erection was pale and pink and somewhere between 6 and 7 inches long.
I pushed him back on my bed and started feeling up his body. “Stretch out,” I demanded. He did, looking up at me bashfully. I climbed up over him and when he tried to touch me I said, “No.” Keep you arms above you.
“Okay,” he whispered. He reached up and grabbed on to the slats in the headboard.
I kissed him. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was playing the top. I kissed my way down his neck and nibbled his nipples, while rubbing his sides. Moving down further I found it entirely sexy to see his diaphragm expanding and contracting with each deep breath.
When I reached his cock I looked up and saw him watching me in fascination. I started to go to work and then paused. He sighed in disappointment. “Talk to me,” I said.
“What about?”
“Tell me what turns you on.” I gave him a long deep suck—in and then out again. “The stuff you keep secret.”
“I can’t,” he whispered.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and went down and licked his balls. I felt him flinch in excitement. “Yes you can. And you will. I know you’re dying to tell someone.” I took him into my mouth and gently sucked easily deep throating him. With his cock pressed deep I stuck out my tongue and licked his ball sack.
“I—oh my god that feels so good,” he cried. “I—I—I wish I could be like you . . . you know, have the kind of men you have—do the things you do to them.”
I licked him a few more times and then said, “You like the big guys?”
“Yes.” He made a long deep moan as I again took him down to his base. “I was so jealous of you when you had Randy the other night. Jealous of both of you.”
“So what’s stopping you? Do you know how much Randy would love to have you sucking his cock? He’s so totally into that.” I plunged Pan’s cock back in my mouth.
Pan moaned and arched his back. “I know, but it takes a lot of courage.”
I loved it when Pan arched his back. I gave him a series of thrusts letting his cock bang on the back of my throat. He started thrusting his hips to meet me. I paused.
“I think you ought to do it.”
“Oh god. It turns me on so much just thinking about it. His cock is so big . . . and his body . . .” Pan’s voice trialed off and he started moaning loudly as I sucked.
I knew he was getting close so I stopped.
I climbed up over him and kissed him. “I’ve got his number,” I whispered. I reached up for my nightstand and found a condom. Kissing him again, I added, “We could go down on him together and share his cock.” I kissed him again and then sat up.
“Oh my god that would be so amazing,” Pan hissed, practically shivering with anticipation.
I opened the condom pack and stared into his eyes as I rolled it over my cock. Pan seemed to be apprehensive as he watched me slide down between his legs, but he made no move to stop me.
I pushed his knees upward and said, “Open up to me—I’m going to fuck you.”
He lifted his legs and I dropped down and plunged my tongue into his ass, spitting and lubing his hole. I got up and stuck my cock up to his ass.
“Go easy,” he said, reaching down and gently placing his fingertips against my hips.
I said, “Relax,” and then I stuck it into him. He was tight and I knew that a cock like Randy’s or Cole’s would make him scream. I moved into him very slowly, watching his mouth drop open. As I pulled back even slower his eyes fell closed. He was a beautiful boy and the thought of corrupting him turned me on.
“You really like Randy, don’t you?”
“Yes . . . a lot.”
“Does he have any idea?”
“No way.”
“But you want him to—you wish he did—don’t you?”
“Yes.” Pan stretched back even further, arching his back. “Oh my god that feels so fucking great.”
I kissed him deeply. “You want to have his cock right here between us, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
I kissed him again. “Oh yeah. So do I.” And then I sat up and started fucking him in earnest
Pan thrust his head up fighting to kiss me, finding my mouth and frantically sticking his tongue into me. I grabbed him by his hair and his head and pulled it back, biting his neck and sucking. I was thrusting my cock into his ass, in and out and deep and harder each thrust. I reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock. And then I was coming and thrusting and when he started to go, I pulled out and he moaned and I dropped down to his cock and plunged it deep sucking as hard as I could and slurping and sucking and swallowing as he shot stream after stream of his load into my bobbing mouth.
We lay there a long time before Pan finally spoke. “You’re incredible,” he quietly said.
“So are you. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever slept with.”
He sat up. “I want to make you feel as great as you make me feel.”
“Do you really?” I asked.
“Yes, truly.”
I rolled toward him and looked intensely into his eyes. “I want you to look into my eyes just like you are right now while you’re sucking Randy off. I want to watch you swallow him.”
Pan got up and came over and started kissing me even more passionately than before. “Oh yeah. Just tell me when.”
I looked down at my cock as it started to expand. “Why don’t you give me a preview—right now,” I said, as I pushed him down toward my cock.
And without a word he complied.