Chapter 3: Training

Ms. Cummings led us into her office in front of the old motel. “Put your cases on the counter,” she said.

Tom and I complied.

“Take out your toiletry case. Leave the rest.”

Again, we both did as she said.

She led us around the check-in counter and down a short hallway. There was a doorway to the right, but we went straight to another door.

Inside was an unlit room. It felt large. Erica flipped an overhead light switch illuminating a linoleum tile floor. No other feature could be seen.

Erica was wearing a conservative gray suit with high-heeled black shoes.

The stacked red-head produced a large laundry bag, “Take off all your clothes. Put them in the bag.”

We did not see any point in refusing, so we both stripped, then put our garments into the laundry bag.

She took the bag away, along with our toiletries, outside of the room.

We were left alone, staring at each other, self-consciously.

Erica quickly returned, “I guess I should explain what is going on. The word has come down. You are not to start servicing the public until the last boy turns fifteen.”

That was about eighteen months away.

“There are just not enough mature men yet. If we started too soon, you’d be overwhelmed. By that point in the future, most of you guys will have gone through puberty.”

“So, what do we do ‘til then?” asked Tom.

“A few women will have access to you early. VIP’s, women on the verge of menopause, and special cases will be your first clients.

“But that won’t start for about three months. Until then I will train you.”

“Train us at what?” I asked.

Ms. Cummings smiled, “Technically, you don’t need to be trained in fucking. The experience you had with your mothers should be training enough. But I feel that any job worth doing, is worth doing well. Don’t you agree?”

We nodded.

“You need to know a little bit about me. I used to be in the adult entertainment business. I was in movies and magazines...”

“That was you that we saw in that magazine,” I said.

She nodded, “After a few years, I retired, and became the top hooker in Las Vegas.

“I was about to start up a brothel in rural Nevada, when the Big Snip happened. Suddenly, I was out of business.”

We both nodded our heads.

“That led me here. I am to train you two boys to be great studs in the bedroom. If I am successful, the video of me training you will be used to train the other men.”

“You- You’re going to film us?” I asked.

She nodded, “I know a lot about what makes a man great in bed. The fact I am not a man, and I don’t have any of my old lovers to advise me, is a big problem. But I know what women want and will work with you two to make you incredible in the sack.”

We both liked the sound of that.

Our new instructor clicked a small remote she was holding. The rest of the room lit up.

The room was roughly thirty feet square. In one corner was a king-sized mattress on the floor, with a white contour sheet covering it. About ten feet from the mattress was a digital camera on a tripod.

“That is where most of your filming will take place.”

In the far corner was a king-sized brass bed. It was fully made up, with a bedspread and pillows.

“That is where you will sleep. A few training sessions may be filmed there. We’ll see.”

Tom looked down at his naked body. His large cock was fully erect, as was mine, “What about our clothes?”

“You won’t need them. You will not be leaving this room, until we are done training, and I will make sure the room is sufficiently warm.”

This room was indeed more than warm enough.

“What do we do first?” I asked.

Erica smiled, “Our training starts tomorrow, and I was planning to give you time to acclimate yourselves. But seeing your nice young cocks has got me so horny, I can’t stand it. I am going to need you to fuck me, asap.”

I had noticed that she was flushed, but I had thought it was the overly warm room.

In a flash, her conservative dress was off. Underneath was a black lace bra and matching crotch-less panties.

She reached down and touched herself. Moaning, she withdrew her middle finger. It was glistening with vaginal fluid.

Licking the finger clean, she moaned, “If someone had told me that I was going to go nearly fifteen years without having sex with a man, I would have told her that she was crazy. Either that, or I was going to be in prison.”

Taking off her lingerie, she walked over to the mattress. She motioned to us, “You two get your young asses over here.”

Without any further prompting, we followed her.

Erica had the most incredible body. Her full round breasts, flat stomach, and wide hips gave her the classic hourglass figure. I learned later that most of it was fake; the result of plastic surgery.

Unlike our mothers and Hope, she was totally hairless. That let us see her pussy without any obstruction. The hair on her head was red and cut short. From time to time, she changed her hair color to blonde, green, blue, or purple. I don’t know what her natural hair color was.

She leered at Tom, “You first, big boy.”

Taking both of his hands, she sank down onto the mattress. My friend followed her down.

As he entered her, Erica cried out, “Oh god! Yes! It’s been too long!”

She wrapped her legs around him as he furiously bucked his hips.

Our teacher cried out in ecstasy, before he came and withdrew.

As he got up, Ms. Cummings looked at me, “Okay, Adam, your turn.”

I nervously got into position. I wanted to last longer than Tom, but it had been over twelve hours since I last came. My balls were full; and even though I went slower, I came much sooner than I had hoped.

After I went limp, and got off her, Erica stood up, “I can see we have a lot of work to do.”

We both bowed our heads. “Sorry,” we said together.

“Hey, you’re young. Younger than any men I have ever fucked before. I am here to teach you to be incredible in bed.”

I spoke, “I am sorry I am so small.”

She nodded, “You are actually about average, right now. And Liza was right, you will probably grow some more. But, so will Tom. You will never be as big as he is now. But that is okay. Size is overrated. You don’t need a big cock to make a girl pregnant, or for her to come. And you can definitely do both. And yes, we bugged your rooms about 3 months ago

anticipating what happened yesterday.”

I blushed in gratitude. I hadn’t been sure th at I had given her an orgasm. I evidently had.

“Are either one of you up for another round?”

We both shot up our hands.

She sighed, “You are both how I like men. Young, dumb, and full of cum.”

I didn’t know how I felt about being called dumb.

“Let me teach you some other positions. This one is called Splitting Bamboo.”

Erica laid on her side. Tom straddled her right leg and entered her, raising her left leg over his head.

I tried the same position when it was my turn.

Having our balls drained a bit, we both lasted much longer than the first time. But we both came when she did. When her vagina clamped down, it was hard not to shoot your load.

When we’d both had our turn, she smiled, looking much more relaxed, “That was great. I now know what I have to work with. Training officially starts tomorrow morning.”

The room where Tom and I stayed had no windows and only three doors.

One was the door we entered in. Only Erica could open that one.

On the far wall, near the bed, was a plain white door that was always locked. I asked our keeper where that led. She said that behind it were stairs that led to the second floor and the railed walkway up there. I seemed to remember a door up there that faced the office area.

The last door, which was in the unilluminated corner, opposite the mattress, led to a small bathroom. It had a sink, toilet, and one-person shower in it. It was the only place where one could be alone; although I had stepped out of the shower more than once, and found Tom taking a dump.

The first night was uncomfortable, sharing the brass bed with Tom. We were both naked and it seemed crowded, even though it was a king bed. We had been left with just one thin sheet. The overly warm room made even that unnecessary. Putting the bedspread over us to sleep was too hot.