Alejandro

I've gotta tell you.  I was scared.  More scared than ever before in my whole life.  No bullshit.

Once or twice I'd even thought of getting up and leaving.  But I'd gone too far now.  And, besides, I still needed the money as badly as ever.

It had been my friend Andres who'd introduced me to the guy.  At that stage it seemed easy.  Just agree to play about with a few other boys - even including Andres, just to make me feel more comfortable - while the guy took pictures.

It didn't sound any big deal at first. No more than I'd done now and again with a few of my friends at home whenever we were feeling horny.

But, after Andres had left me with the guy at his apartment and he began to tell me about the need to do some preparatory "training", I'd begun to get worried.  I think his idea had been for me to train personally with him.  But, when he saw how scared I looked, he told me that he'd leave me alone that night, just to get used to the idea - and a few other things too.  Much to my surprise and relief, it turned out that there were some ways in which I could train myself.

He left me in his spare bedroom, but for the first couple of hours I just couldn't sleep.  All sorts of ideas were going through my mind.  How would I manage to get my dick hard if I didn't like the look of the other guys involved?  Would I be able to face up to taking a guy's dick in my mouth?  And what if they wanted to stick their dicks up my ass? Wouldn't that hurt?

But, after a while, the panic subsided.  I'd gone this far, I told myself, and it would be difficult - and really embarrassing - to go back.  In any case, everything would be over by the end of the next day. I could go home and forget this had ever happened.  And the thought of the money I'd been promised was the clincher.

And so, in the middle of the night, wren I hoped that the guy wouldn't hear me, I started taking a good look at the things he'd left in the room. First of all there were some magazines. The guy said he'd leave them so that I could see some of his photographic work and also get an idea of the sort of guys I might be working with.  I think that secretly, too, he hoped that the magazines would turn me on - and maybe enough to get me to take a walk down the corridor to his room!  I took a look.  Maybe it was just because I'd never seen magazines with naked guys in them before - or maybe it was just that, like any 18 year old kid, I get horny real easy - but after a while my dick started getting hard.  

Was I finding these guys hot, after all?  Maybe things weren't gonna be such a problem as I'd thought.

You know what it's like when you've got a boner inside a tight pair of pants... The room was hot in any case... And by now I was pretty certain that the guy wasn't gonna come down the corridor and pounce on me in the middle of the night...  So I decided to slip off my clothes and get a bit more more comfortable...  And try out a little more of the "training".

I reached for an impliment that he'd left in the drawer of the bedside table.  I'd never seen one before - and I sure didn't know what to call it.  In my hand it felt even bigger than it had looked.  But, following the careful training instructions that the guy had given me, first of all I tried to get used to the feel of it in my mouth.  The important thing, he'd said, was to get used to pushing it all the way to the back of the throat, so that you get used to the feeling and don't gag when a real dick's there.  That was difficult. It took a good hour or so before I felt even reasonably comfortable with that thing.  The only hope was that maybe the real dicks I'd be sucking on wouldn't be quite so big.  And at least I knew they wouldn't taste of plastic (I put off, for the time being, thinking what it was that they might taste of!)

But because getting used to the thing inside my mouth took such a long time, I had to quickly press on with the next part of my training schedule.  This, I knew, was even more important.  If I couldn't manage this, then I might as well get dressed and go home right now.

I spread my legs, closed my eyes and tried to think of nothing in particular - though I was surprised to find myself thinking about some of the guys in that magazine.  Was that a sign of progress?

And then, very suddenly, I knew that I was, indeed, starting to get the hang of things...  In fact, the sensation, once I got past the initial bit of pain, wasn't too bad at all.  Especially when I tried out a few different variations...  Completely unexpectedly, I really enjoyed that bit.  And I practised for quite some time.  By the end, I knew that I'd done really better at the training than I'd ever have thought.  So I celebrated in the only appropriate way for a boy of my age.

As you can see, it was just like cracking open a bottle of champagne.  But it's rude to drink alone.  If I was going to have a party, there ought to be a guest.  And, in any case, I was beginning to feel now that I might benefit from just a little more training.

So, as quietly as I could, I got off the bed and, without bothering to put my clothes back on and opened the door.  And, much to my own surprise, found myself padding silently down the corridor towards the main bedroom, from which I could already hear the sound of regular, gentle, but very masculine breathing...