PRIVATE LESSONS

by TOM (a continuation of "Donald Spends the Night") The inevitable day soon came when my parents returned from their errand of mercy, restricting my bedroom to solitary sleeping once more. After the blissful nights Donald and I had slept together, I found that I had become addicted to him. Sleeping alone had become something difficult. Without Donald, the bed was entirely too empty. Then, on a very dull Saturday a week later, the phone rang. It was Donald, speaking in the low, naughty voice I loved to hear. "Feeling horny? Wanna spend the night with me over here? I got a big bed just your size and no need for pajamas. The coast's clear!" "Sure! But, you know I don't have a driver's license yet. How do I get over there? Are there any buses that go near you?" "Darren will pick you up." "Darren?" "Y'know, my older brother. He says he doesn't mind picking you up. He wants to have a talk with you anyway." "A talk? Talk about what?" "Dunno. Something about what we did in bed, I think." "Oh NO! Donald! You TOLD him how we "intercoursed?!" "Uh huh. I told you I tell my brother everything." "...and he wants to have a TALK with me? He's bigger than I am, isn't he? I mean he could beat me up really easy?" "Probably. But don't worry. He wasn't mad when he left the house." "He's on his way HERE?! NOW?!" "Uh huh" The doorbell rang. Donald heard it over the phone. "That must be him now," he chirped. "Well, see ya over here! Bye!" And there I stood, with a dead phone in my hand and mine executioner waiting at the front door. The doorbell rang two more times before I'd screwed up enough courage to open the door. An oversize replica of Donald stood there, filling the doorframe. He had Donald's blue eyes and reddish hair, plus a lot of muscle that was his alone. "Are you Thomas? I'm Darren, Donald's brother." I leaned back and looked up at his face. I couldn't believe this was the mysterious older brother who liked to have sex with guys! "Donald's told me a lot about you. Shall we go?" Once in the car, Darren paused before starting the engine. "There's something I have to do and the sooner the better. Y'know, I really love my baby brother. He's so small and trusting and the world is so full of ASSHOLES who'd do him harm. If some BASTARD were to hurt him, I think I'd kill the S.O.B with my bare hands, which is why I...." He suddenly lifted his hand. I cringed and braced myself for the blow. "... want to shake your hand, Thomas. It's not very often that I get to meet somebody who knows how to be a gentleman between the sheets! Donald said you were able to penetrate him without the slightest pain! I think that's just WONDERFUL! I was so worried that Donald's first time would be an agony for him. Thank heavens he was with you!" I was visibly shaking with relief. I managed to say something noble like "Donald's pleasure in bed was more important to me than my own," but my voice squeaked on that whopper like a bad clarinet reed. Darren smiled. "You must be a VERY experienced young man to have done so well. Just between you and me, how'd you do it?" "Huh?" "Y'know, what position did you take? What lubricants did you use? What technique did you employ to get Donald sufficiently relaxed? I'm always eager to learn from someone with such obvious skills!" "Well..." Claiming credit for being a homostud was such a temptation, but if I started talking about exotic sex techniques I'd never done, I knew I'd be caught in the lie in no time flat. I gulped once and did the only thing I could do. Stupid as it sounded, I told the truth. "Actually...I laid on my back the whole time. I didn't do anything. Donald did the whole thing himself. I'm glad nothing bad happened!" Darren grinned. He started the engine and patted me on the knee. "I can always tell when Donald's stretching the truth. That's how I THOUGHT it probably happened. That's how I did it MY first time! He must have remembered me telling him about it. Well, regardless, I STILL think you're a gentleman between the sheets. I thought I could trust you before, now I know I can." And with that, we were on our way. A few minutes later though, we took an unexpected detour and wound up in front of the town hospital. Darren explained. "We're picking up my boyfriend, Kenny. He's an intern here. He'll be spending the night with us too." A tall, lanky young man with flaming red hair emerged from the front door of the hospital. He yoohooed and waved at us vigorously. Somehow he seemed more cowboy than doctor. Only his white shoes and pants underneath his overcoat and the little black bag he was carrying marked him as a man of healing. Darren returned his wave. "Thomas, I know you're going to be very careful with Donald tonight. But, I think both you and he would enjoy the experience more if you were to take a more active role. Now, Kenny knows all about male anatomy. Later, I'll ask him to give you a few tips on the best ways to get into Donald and heighten his pleasure." Kenny jumped into the car and squeezed his long legs into the space between seat and dashboard. He draped a friendly arm on my shoulders. "Who's this, Dare? Is he gonna be a bedtime snack for us tonight? Boy, if he is, I'll take the top 'n you can have the bottom!" Darren glowered. "Stop willya?! This is THOMAS. He's DONALD'S boyfriend. He'll be DONALD'S bedtime snack tonight, not yours!" "Thomas?" Kenny wrinkled his brow. "THOMAS!!? Aw, come on! He's a TOM if there ever was one. Stroke his hair and listen to him purr!" "Ken..neth!" Darren slapped Kenny's knee. "Save that for later!" All the rest of that car trip, I wondered what "Save that for later" meant. I continued to wonder through most of the evening as I sat with Donald, listening to Kenny tell hot stories of hospital hijinks with interns and male nurses. According to him, half the male staff was having sex in the supply closets. The other half wanted to, badly. If kinky plans were being laid for us, they were very slow to develop. Finally, bedtime came. Darren and Kenny discreetly retired to their room. Donald and I went to ours. Once inside with the door shut, we helped each other undress, kissing and feeling everywhere as we did. With all our clothes piled neatly in the corner, the sweet naked interaction that followed gradually shifted to the bed. We laid side by side on top of the covers for the next half hour, kissing and slow jacking each other while we speculated in whispers what was going on down the hall. Then a soft tapping at the door froze us to the spot. We heard Kenny's voice call softly, "Hey guys. You decent?" We dove under the covers like two frightened bunnies. Donald's face was frozen in horror. "..Uh no, not really," he finally answered. "Good," Kenny responded, "neither are we." The door opened. There stood Kenny, completely naked. Beneath an enormous thatch of red pubic hair, a large, very pink cock pointed at us like an accusing finger. He began laughing and yelled out the door. "Hey, Dare! Get a load of THIS! They really DID go to bed!" Equally naked, Darren appeared in the doorway and began laughing too. Kenny jerked a thumb in his direction. "Jizzbreath here told me just a minute ago that you guys need some lessons on how to SCREW! Geez! Didn't you learn that in SCHOOL? OK, Dare, let's get started. Bring in the tools. We don't have all night." Darren came into the room, carrying Kenny's medical bag, a rolled up beach towel and a large pillow. They stood waiting by the bed. Kenny finally sighed, glared at us and put his hands on his hips. "Guys! We're NOT going to do a DEMONSTRATION while you watch! You're gonna learn this thing by DOING it, just like they do at the hospital! Come on, guys! Roll out! Let's see what we've got to work with here!" Reluctantly, we pushed the covers down and got out of bed, never feeling more naked than we did at that moment. Kenny examined me with professional detachment and finally pronounced my cock healthy and adequate for the purpose intended. Then he turned a blushing Donald around and checked out his backside. "You're right, Dare," he reported. "Donald doesn't have much padding back here. He's gonna need that pillow for sure. Let's do the setup." Darren placed the pillow at the side of the bed, then covered it and the bed with the beach towel. After that, he got on the bed, facing us on his knees. Kenny put his hands on Donald's shoulders. "This is it, kid. Just do as I say and you'll be fine. Now I want you to slowly sit on the pillow with your back to your brother." Donald looked like he was on the verge of panic as he took the indicated position. Then Darren's hands were on Donald's shoulders, gently pulling him backwards onto his back, and the panic was on. Darren slowly rubbed him and whispered soothing words until he had calmed down enough to begin relaxing. "OK, Dare," Kenny instructed. "Place your knees squarely against Donald's shoulders. We don't want him slipping around when Tomcat here starts getting active. Let Donald's head rest between your legs." Kenny reached into his medical bag and brought out a white tube and squeezed some of its contents onto a paper towel. "OK, Tomcat, get yourself lubricated! Apply it all and rub it in. That's it! Make that beauty rise and shine! Oh Donald! You're in for a TREAT!" Hearing that, Donald became agitated again and made an attempt to raise himself up. Darren quietly held him in place and continued rubbing and soothing him. Kenny proceeded with the business at hand. He clapped his hands together and pointed at me. "Tomcat! Front and center! Take the place of honor please!" He steered me into a position between Donald's legs, then stood very close behind me. His big feet were firmly planted on either side of mine and his powerful hands firmly gripped my shoulders. He spoke in a low, authoritative voice, very close to my ear. "Tomcat, I want you to very slowly, very gently, lift Donald's legs and place his feet on your shoulders. As you do that, bend over very slightly and move forward into the insertive position." Donald's legs were shaking as I lifted them. In a strange, muffled voice, he made a feeble protest. "Geez, guys! Do we GOTTA do this?!!" "Reassure Donald you'll not hurt him," Kenny quietly instructed. "Donald," I echoed, "I'm not going to hurt you!" "Lot YOU know," he groaned. "Oh, I HATE THIS!!" Kenny leaned around me and spoke directly to Donald. "We're going to need your active participation in this, Donald! This won't succeed if we don't have your full cooperation. OK?" Deep in the confines of Darren's legs, Donald reluctantly nodded. "Good! Now take hold of Tomcat's cock and slowly guide it to the opening of your asshole. Just the opening for now. Tomcat won't apply any pressure. Remember, he just wants to touch the opening." Donald guided me as he was told. His hand shook so much it felt like masturbation. Finally I was in place and his hand fell away. "You feel it? Right at the opening? Good! Now Donald, I want you to shit him out. That's right! Really bear down and shit him out." Donald's face turned beet-red as he strained with the effort. I felt Donald's asshole flair slightly, like a flower blooming. Kenny's hips pressed against me, moving me forward a tiny fraction of an inch. Finally, he told Donald to relax and breathe deeply. Incredibly, I felt myself being drawn into Donald as if by some vacuum. Kenny let Donald rest for a moment then told him to repeat the effort. Donald strained and relaxed again and my cockhead was almost inside. Again Kenny's hips moved me forward slightly while his hands massaged my shoulders. I felt a huge, hot hardness creeping up my back. Kenny was getting a very noticeable hardon. His voice had become a warm whisper. "Almost in, Tomcat! Soon we'll have you bucking like a stallion!" Donald made a supreme effort and I was in. He managed a small, shaky laugh of relief as Kenny's hips and hardon gently pushed me forward. "Go slow, Tomcat. Let him adjust to you. Slowly, slowly, that's it. Watch his face for signs of pain. Pull back slightly, then proceed. That's it. You feel a little bump in there, along the top? Yes? Good! That's his prostate. Massage it with your cock then flare your head." Donald hissed through his teeth then groaned and writhed with the sensation I had generated. Darren's hands began gliding in smooth circles over Donald's chest and belly, while his tickling, lubricated thumbs made slow, tiny circular movements over nipples that had quickly become hard and dilated. Darren trembled, no longer able to conceal the hardon he was getting. In moments it had grown so long, the dark, still swelling cockhead lay heavily on Donald's forehead. "Begin your movement, Tomcat, slowly at first. Go with my rhythm. Thrust...hold...flare....relax. That's it, Tomcat! You've got it." Donald's mouth fell open silently as his head moved frantically from side to side inside the warm confines of Darren's legs. Kenny offered no further instruction though his insistent motion kept my hips moving in the proper rhythm. For the next few minutes, all that could be heard in that overheated room were the soft groans and forced breathing of four sexually excited young men. The air became heavy with the aroma of fresh body sweat. Finally we arrived at what seemed to be an unpassable level of excitement. Without breaking his rhythm, Kenny took my hand and squeezed some more lubricant into it. "Put it on Donald's cockhead," he whispered. "then milk him slowly." Darren lifted Donald's cock for me. My caressing fingers enclosed the glistening head and began working the lubricant. Donald's writhing intensified and his breathing became more rapid and shallow. In a slurred, muffled voice he kept repeating "Can't stand it". His muscles began the familiar twitching that meant ejaculation was approaching. Impulsively, he arched his body, threw his shaking head back and sucked hungrily on the underside of Darren's cock. That was all it took. Darren jerked and shot five quick bursts of his semen that left thick, white trails down Donald's heaving chest. And that made it happen for Donald. He shuddered as his body warped with the force of the onrushing orgasm. "He's coming, Tomcat!" Kenny moved me faster. "Go! Go! Go! GO!!" An enormous, unexpected wall of sensation rose up inside me, blotting out the light and sound of the spectacle. In the descending grey fog, I dimly saw Donald's sperm leaping high in the air and felt a sudden flood of hot wetness coursing up my back. In the near darkness that followed, I was aware only that my entire body was jerking with savage, electrical intensity. Perception of light and sound gradually returned. Kenny's hands were gripping my shoulders tighter as my helpless jerking continued. A hint of panic was in his voice as he tried to steady me. "Tomcat! Are you OK? Oh geez! Help me Dare! Get him on the bed!" "What's wrong with him?" Darren rushed to help. "Convulsions, I think. Geez! And you were worried about DONALD?" Kenny snatched a stethoscope out of his bag. He listened intently. "Heart's OK, goin' like a jackhammer though. I think he'll be OK." "He always does that." Donald had recovered enough to speak. "He does? That's his ORGASM?" Kenny shined a flashlight in my eyes. "uh huh" Donald yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Well, you ought to know, I guess." Kenny put his instruments back into his bag and thought for a moment. "It seems to me I remember somebody doing some research on this in med school. The guy they studied was someone we used to call 'Bouncing Billy'. He'd jerk and bounce all over the bed while he was coming. Then he'd lay there and twitch for a few minutes. He said it was normal for him to do that. I guess Tomcat's just another 'Bouncing Billy'! Hot to watch, huh?" Kenny reached into his bag and took out a packaged disposable enema. "OK guys, time to follow doctor's orders then it's off to bed with you two! Donald, here is your own very special douche kit. Follow the directions on the box and clean yourself out. After all, we don't want you getting pregnant! Then you guys hit the shower. You've both got lovesnot all over you. Tomcat, you must completely clean your landing gear while you shower. Have Donald help you with that." Later, thoroughly washed both inside and out, we returned to Donald's bed and quietly held each other and listened to the noises from down the hall. Both the bed and its occupants were groaning loudly. "I think Kenny's on top," Donald whispered. "He likes to be on top." "Yeah, sounds like they're having fun. Did I hurt you much?" Donald shrugged in my arms. "Some, not too much. Did you like it?" "Not much. It was awful. All that moving. It was all so much work." "Yeah, I know. It was awful. All that humping, ramming your hard cock deeper and deeper into me." "And you moaning and squirming..." "And then you coming, pumping all that hot jizz inside me..." Donald was silent for a second, then he whispered in my ear. "Let's make out for a while, then let's try it with me inside you." Of course, we did.