Date: Sat, 31 Jul 1999 21:44:14 PDT From: D C Wooten Subject: Tutoring Billy 4 Tutoring Billy by decal (decal02@hotmail.com) Part IV I stopped dead in my tracks. There was no way to hide my shock at seeing Arnie. Shock however quickly gave way to fearful embarrassment as I figured he knew I'd spent the night with Billy. But then anger rushed through me. This was the man who'd hurt Billy. Arnie just kept his eyes focused calmly, intently on my face. I wasn't easily intimidated, but he intimidated me big time. In this quiet face-off, he made it clear he had the upper hand. He also knew my fear was greater than my anger...and for that I hated him even more. I considered rushing for the car, but my feet felt stuck to the ground. I waited for him to make the first move. Arnie's hand was still down the front of his boxer shorts, slowly scratching (almost fondling) his genitals. My groin reacted to the sexual tension before I became conscious of it. He took a final drag off his smoke and flicked it at me. It landed just in front of my feet, still glowing. At least I didn't flinch. "Put it out, will ya." It wasn't a question. I didn't move. The words in my mind were 'Put it out yourself, asshole' but I said nothing. Arnie stepped toward me. "Ya know, Andy boy, I hope we can be friends, really good friends." He stopped and crushed the smoldering cigarette with his foot. No more than 2 feet separated us. He was a little shorter than me and built like the proverbial brick shit-house. Although pockmarked, his face still was attractive...in a rugged, masculine way. My mind filled with those video images of him screwing Gwyn, his dark body covering her, his black manhood ravaging her...and her lovin' it. With a mind of its own my dick began to push against the confines of my pants. "Friends?" I replied. "I think not...not after what you did to Billy." I spat this last part out with as much disgust as I could. "Ah...Billy," he said calmly, not taking the bait. "But, Andy, let's be honest, OK? Man to man." There was a pause as he searched my eyes. I held his stare. Then with a knowing smile he said: "If I'm not mistaken, you're getting some of that sweet ass, too." The swing I took at Arnie was total reflex. But he read it perfectly. Stepped back with one foot, grabbed my wrist, twisted me around with my arm firmly planted behind my back. Pain shot through my arm and shoulder. His body pressed up against my back, he relaxed his hold, his chin resting on my shoulder. His groin was firmly planted against my ass, and there was no mistaking his dick. It was hard. "Look, I don't care what you're doing with the kid," he whispered into my ear. "And don't worry, I'll cover for you. So, please, calm the fuck down. OK?" He eased the pressure on my twisted arm. "Say OK...please," he said. "OK," I said. "OK." As Arnie kept a relaxed but firm grip on my arm, he brought his other hand up to my shoulder and started to massage it. "Don't do that," I said. "Hey, relax now and listen," he barked. I fought the realization that his probing fingers felt good. "You gotta understand, Gwyn's the one I want. You got college. You're just startin' out. You've got a future. Me...I don't have those chances. But, hey, I gotta a big cock and lots of rich bitches love me to open 'em up." He thrust his groin hard against my ass and then gave me a couple of quick fucking motions. "I keep 'em happy and they treat me good." There were a few moments of silence. Arnie's massage moved from my shoulder to my neck, occasionally slipping down my chest a bit. "See, Andy, I keep Gwyn happy, she keeps me around. Simple as that. This is where you come in. Gwyn likes you. She told me all about how you screwed her but good in the hallway. Tellin' it got her all hot cause she likes it when I get jealous. I'm fuckin' her...she screams 'Andy'...and I get so upset I try to fuck her all the way to her throat. She fuckin' can't get enough. Last night she came 5 fuckin' times doin' that." I don't even know when Arnie let go of my arm. But suddenly I was aware of both his arms reaching around me, his fingers playing with my nipples through my shirt, sending chills of excitement right into my balls. Also, he was ever so slowly humping my ass. My cock was now fully rock hard and painfully confined. I knew I should make him stop, but... "So, I ask myself, how do I keep her happy?" Arnie continued. "See, she wants you to screw her again, like big time. Even though you're messin' with her kid, I figure you still got major hots for her. So, here's the deal. You do nothin' with her...and I mean nothin'...without my arrangin' it. Like she can't get you on her own...like I'm the only one that can get you for her." One of Arnie's hands moved from my pecs down to my stomach and his fingers started to probe along the waist of my jeans. My mind was engaged with Arnie's plan...my body with the workings of his hands. The waist button was undone. The zipper moved down. "So, we gonna be friends, Andy?" he asked, as his fingers crept behind the zipper to rub against my hardness through my briefs. "Do we have a deal?" At that moment a beat-up truck appeared through the trees at the other end of the drive. It suddenly hit me that all this was happening outside, that we could be seen. I broke away from Arnie and holding my jeans together, bolted for my car. I was in the front seat, fumbling to get the keys out of my pocket and trying to close the door when Arnie pushed the door wide and stood there. The foreskinned head and a couple of inches of his jet black cock hung below the leg of his boxers. He rested his arms on the top of the car and looked down at me. "Just the gardeners. Not to worry, buddy. Around here they've seen plenty...anyway she pays 'em enough to keep 'em quiet." I finally got the key and with shaking hand got it into the ignition. The spell of the last 15 minutes was gone. Although my gonads would disagree mightily, I was suddenly appalled at what Arnie was suggesting. It was nothing short of pimping. And that on top of a veiled threat to expose me and Billy. And Billy...what about the unspeakable pain that not long ago moved me to the point of admitting I loved him? For the answer I only had to look down at my open pants, proof of my willingness to be seduced by the very man who hurt Billy. I was disgusted at myself...and wanted out of there...out of there that very minute. "Not so fast, Andy," Arnie said as he gripped the most sensitive part of my shoulder and squeezed. He only increased the pressure slowly but when the pain hit me, it was with sudden intensity. I let my hand drop from the ignition. He released me. "That's better," he said. "Now, you were going to say yes, weren't you?" I glanced over at him. He was playing with his dick. Slipping the foreskin back and forth over the head. Precum was visibly flowing. I could smell his sex. "Yeah, sure," I said...but too quickly. "Just so we understand each other," Arnie replied. "You help me make Gwyn happy...and I don't mess up your life with this indiscretion with an underage boy." "You bastard," I muttered. "Hey, you forget that you're the big winner here." Arnie pushed his shorts down below his knees. He hefted up his 10+ inches and pointed it at my face and started stroking its full length. I'd never seen one so big. "You not only get to screw mother and son...but since you're now my bud, I'll let you swing on this." "You're sick, man, very sick." But I was sick, too. My eyes were glued to Arnie's cock, mesmerized by the opening and closing of the slit as more and more precum escaped. But I was resolved not degrade myself further by sucking him off. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he answered. "But you gotta admit it's pretty damn hot." He continued to masturbate, sometimes letting the head of his cock brush against my face. I backed away the first time, then another time. Please, God, I thought, just let him finish, so I can get out of here. Get out of here to think, to figure out what to do. What Arnie said next brought me brutally back to the present. "If you're not going to give me head, buddy, I guess I'll just have to go see if Billy can still take this monster." "You wouldn't dare, you fuckin' asshole!" My reaction carried a passion that surprised even me. "My God, Andy, you haven't fallen for the kid, have you? Oh, this is very good. Listen, college stud, you better satisfy me real quick." I felt my helplessness and anger zoning me out a bit. I gave in. "Take off your shirt." I pulled my shirt off and tossed it in the passenger seat. Arnie continued to jerk off, sometimes fast, almost to the edge, then he backed off. Clearly he wanted this to last. Wanted to give me lots of time to absorb what I was about to do. "Now...push the Levis down." I lifted my ass up and pushed my jeans down to my ankles. My Jockeys, soiled with the dried remains of sex with Billy and the oozing juices from my excitement with Arnie, barely covered my erection. "Show me." I pushed down the front of my Jockeys. God, I wished I were soft. I didn't want him thinking I wanted this. "Impressive, bud. Course I saw it already in a video of you jerkin' off poolside." When that didn't get a rise out of me, he said with some disappointment in his voice, "Oh, I guess you know about the candid camera stuff, huh?" I shrugged. In the background I heard the gardeners start their lawn mowers. I glanced around but they were at a distance. "Turn and face me!" Arnie suddenly said with some urgency. The jeans around my ankles made it difficult, but I managed to turn in the seat so I was facing Arnie's crotch. "Now, Andy," he groaned, as he let go of his cock and leaned against the opening, his arms and upper body draped on the car's roof. Sticking straight out from his groin, his erection throbbed and jerked several times. Arnie thrust his hips forward, trying to find a home for his aching manhood. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Suddenly my lips were stretching beyond reason to take him in. His salty, rangy taste filled my mouth, along with the smell of Gwyn's sex, which sent a surge of excitement through me as I envisioned this cock plunging into her hole only hours earlier. I wrapped my hand around myself and pumped. Arnie fucked my face without mercy. I barely managed to keep from gagging as he tried unsuccessfully to shove himself all the way down my throat. My teeth had to hurt him but he didn't seem to care. I came first, drowning my fist, my belly and my Jockeys in my warm juices. Arnie suddenly pulled himself out of my mouth. I opened my eyes just in time to see the first shot of cum jet out. It hit my forehead. What followed were another half dozen eruptions that landed all over my face and chest. In the minute or so that followed, we both were very still, the only sound our heavy breathing. Arnie pulled himself up and stepped back. He reached down for his boxers, stepped out of them and tossed them to me. I wiped our combined loads off my face and body, then tossed the shorts back. I quickly pulled up my briefs and Levis. I reached back for my shirt and pulled it on. Then, I swung my legs back in the car and pulled the door closed. As I turned the ignition, Arnie came up and squatted down. I didn't look at him. "Look, I know there's parts of this you don't like, but you see, it's gotta be this way. You do what you have to do to work it out. Just be ready when I call for you." I put the VW into gear. "Anyway, it just doesn't make sense, a hot college dude like you frettin' about getting laid." Eyes straight ahead, I pulled away and drove down the driveway. The sound of the lawn mowers followed me off the estate. End of Part IV To be continued.