Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2005 19:21:22 -0800 From: Jake C. Subject: Formative Years: Leon My Tutor Disclaimer, etc. As with all work in this series most is true. I did have an interesting childhood which I do not regret at all. I was raised in Southern California in very similar situations but NONE are the exact same locations, schools, etc in my stories. The story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adult males and a consenting underage boy. Nothing was forced onto anyone. I became quite the cock hound at an early age. If you do not like this type of material do not read it. If it is illegal where you live do not read it. If you are under 18 years old do not read it. I do not condone what happened to me ^Ö it just happened. It is not my intention by my stories that adults participate in acts of sex with minors. I do not care to copyright this story. I never plan to claim it anyway. hotstorylvr@hotmail.com ***** As I wrote in my first story Leon was my tutor from when I was 9 until 13 years old. My first time with Leon happened around the first week of March 1995, which was 4 months before my 10th birthday. It was about 6 weeks after the first time with Greg. My time with Leon was somewhat structured. He would pick me up from school at 3:15 each day then bring me home. Food would somehow then be involved. Either he would eat or I would eat or both of us would eat. It depended on if we had a cook or housekeeper at the time on who would cook. It could be them or Leon. If my parents were coming home for dinner or if I was going out to dinner with them it would be a small snack or if they weren't coming home it could be a larger meal. Then afterwards we would study. The studying would be a joint affair. Leon was going to Pepperdine University in Malibu majoring in English Lit and Creative Writing so he had a lot of homework. I of course had a lot of homework that Leon helped me with. During the 4 years he was my tutor, on any given day he could help me with French, Italian, Latin, Spanish, Math, Reading, Writing, Spelling, Biology, World History, and lots of other subjects. I also studied his areas of interest. Some days we would study three or four hours. My parents were very serious about my education and paid him a lot to help me. In many ways Leon was better for me than some of my teachers. He gave me the one-on-one attention I needed to concentrate to learn. He also helped to make studying fun. He was never strict. I never felt he would betray my confidence if I messed up a little or wanted to be lazy sometimes. I knew I could trust him and in turn he learned he could trust me to always get straight A's and never embarrass my parents or him. Leon and I became good friends but more importantly we had a good student and teacher relationship. Leon was from France and spoke perfect English. I'd learn later he had a certain "Parisian" or European look about him. He was tall and very skinny. Not skinny in a malnourished way but skinny the healthy European way you rarely see in the states. He looked like he'd eaten very healthy all his life and though compact was muscular and had little fat on him. He must have worn size 30 waist jeans and was at least 6 ft. Like many Europeans built like him (both men and women), he wore his cloths very tight. He had light brown wavy hair cut medium length and was clean-shaven. He had wide shoulders that tapered down to very slim hips. He didn't have much of a chest and his arms weren't very muscular. He had a wonderful small bubble butt that he loved to show off in his tight French designer jeans. Leon always dressed well. One thing I hated about him though was he smoked like a fiend. At least he had to smoke outside and he always chewed mints or used a breath spray before he came back inside. I always wondered why he would pick a college in Malibu, California to attend if he was never going to wear shorts or anything beachy. Instead he was always dressed in very fashionable Euro type cloths. Very nice shirts and dress pants or jeans and always leather shoes. I would come home from school and change out of my uniform and into shorts to get comfortable and Leon would look so uncomfortable but he always said he liked what he wore. He always said he was comfortable. His cloths were always a mystery to me. After my experience with Greg my interest in men grew and I found myself looking at them all the time. I inspected men's bodies at every opportunity. I could hardly keep my eyes off them in restaurants, movies, parks, airplanes, magazines, etc. One person who fascinated me was Leon. Until Greg I'd never thought much about Leon except as my friend and my tutor. Now I thought about him in a whole other light. I was most fascinated by the bulges in his pants. His pants were so tight. There were bulges on both sides of his fly going down each leg. Many times I found myself staring at them wondering how there could be two bulges. I didn't fully understand. It didn't fit into my thinking yet that there could be one bulge for his dick and one for his balls so I kept staring at them. I came to the conclusion that his dick must be so big that half of it must be down one half of his pants and the other down the other leg. But ^Ö I wasn't sure. After Greg I'd become more interested in my own body and been inspecting my own dick. I learned it became hard. I guess it'd become hard before but I'd never really noticed it before. I learned it became hard if I shook it up and down a couple times. It looked a lot like Greg's dick except mine was tiny ^Ö maybe three inches long, but it felt real good when I moved my fingers up and down it like Greg did his. I also inspected my balls. Except for being really small they looked like Greg's. I'd stood in the bathroom naked a couple times and looked at myself and wondered if I looked like other boys. Did my cock and balls look like other 9-year-olds? I felt my nipples and pinched them and pinched my muscles and wondered if I would ever have a chest like Greg's? I looked at myself sideways and looked at my little hard cock pointing forward and wondered when I grew up how big it would get? I bent backwards a little and looked at my ass. It stuck out a lot and I wondered if people thought it looked like a girls ass. It looked big to me. Did it look like Leon's? I'd never noticed my ass before Greg and the pictures on his computer and now that I'd started looking at men and women it was a curiosity. There were a couple times when Leon caught me staring or things became uncomfortable between us. One day we were in the kitchen and I was sitting at the table watching him clean up. He had the tightest jeans on that day and his lumps seemed bigger than ever. I'd really been looking at guy's butts and as he turned carrying dishes and stuff to the sink and refrigerator I watched his butt and thought it looked so small and round and hard and wanted to reach out and touch it. When he turned back around my eyes didn't look up but I stared at his cock wondering how big it was and how could it be stuffed into such tight pants. I watched his back and forth movements while he cleaned the kitchen. When he bent over to load the dishwasher I was awestruck. I didn't notice when he finished as I was lost in a haze. He came over and placing his crotch a couple feet in front of my face, which of course my eyes hadn't left that or his ass for twenty minutes, he tapped me on the head and told me "Show's over, homework to do," and he turned and walked away. One time on the way home after school he had to stop at Boarders to pick up some books. We've both been there hundreds of times together so he felt comfortable letting me look around on my own. He'd expected me to head to the kids section so that's what I pretended to do. When he took off to look for his books I went over to the magazines where I started looking at men's muscle magazines. I grabbed about five magazines and sat down so Leon couldn't see me if he walked by. Putting the magazines on the floor I started looking at them. The pictures of men bodybuilders were incredible. They were all wearing tight shorts and tank tops and small underwear. All of them had huge muscles and were all shinny. I sat there cross-legged leaning over the magazines running my fingers over the pictures engrossed by each man. I was suddenly aware of a pair of tennis shoes in front of me and looked up and saw a giant of a man. Even looking straight up I could hardly see all of him. He bent down and still I was looking straight up to look into his eyes and he asked me, "Whatcha doi'n son?" He was probably my dad's age but didn't have as much hair on his head. All I could see were his shoulders and he had on a black tank top like the muscle guys in the magazines. "Look'n at the pictures," I told him. "You want to lift weights?" He asked. I nodded up and down. "Who you with? Who'd you come here with?" He asked. "Leon. He's over there," and I pointed in back of me. Apparently Leon was an okay answer because the man sat down cross-legged directly in front of me. He started telling me about lifting weights and how he thought I could be a great weight lifter. I still had the magazine in front of me and he had his finger on the picture of a man and was pointing out areas of his body and how I could look like him. I kept looking between the magazine and this man. My eyes were soon wandering over his body. He was built like many of the men in the magazines. He had on a very tight tank top with huge muscles underneath. He had on very tight Lycra shorts just like the ones my dad wore when he went bicycling. All his muscles were huge and as he talked to me I still had to look up to meet his eyes. As he talked about muscles he would he would grab his as examples telling me what weight machines and such he used to make them grow. Soon he was showing me his leg muscles. When he grabbed the areas around his thighs my eyes landed on his dick and balls which were hard not to miss. He had no underwear on and their outlines could be clearly seen. The flare of his cock was prominent and it was bunched up with his balls hanging down the right side of his shorts. He'd noticed me looking and spread his legs a little and his cock separated from his balls and his cock head expanded. Then I heard Leon a couple feet away asking, "AJ what are you doing over here?" That snapped me out of my trance. Instantly I turned to Leon and the man closed his legs and I told Leon I was looking at magazines. I told him this man and I was talking about lifting weights. Leon and the man said hello and they talked for a couple seconds about the magazines and Leon told me we had to go. He grabbed my hand and we were off. In the car he scolded me for taking off like that and talking to strange men. He told me he didn't like the way he was looking at me. I told him I liked that man and his muscles and went on and on about his build. Finally we were at a stoplight and Leon looked at me and said, "You need to calm down and behave. There's no telling what he could have done to you. I don't care how hot you thought he was." I became confused and embarrassed and of course only because I was a 9 year old wanted to argue back, but stayed quiet. What did he mean, "hot?" The rest of the ride home and that afternoon we rarely spoke to each other and I barely looked at him. That night in bed I thought about what happened during the last month. How I went crazy over Greg and then our having sex together. My staring at Leon and how I'd been feeling around men. I became so overwhelmed I almost started crying. But I also had a good feeling inside. I also had my hand down my underwear and was playing with my cock, which was hard, and thinking of the man in Boarders. My mind wandered over his muscles and how he showed me each one with his strong hands. Then as I rolled my little balls around I thought of when he clamped down on his thighs and I saw his cock and balls through his shorts and how nice his cock head looked. I saw his legs spreading when he noticed me looking and how his cock started to grow. My dick was rock hard and ached as I rubbed it. I thought about guys on television, in the park, and a waiter I saw at the restaurant last night. Then my cock started to tingle real badly and I thought I was gonna pee so I pulled my hand off it. When it stopped I opened my eyes and stared at the black light stars on my ceiling and I didn't feel bad anymore. Leon and I fell into a routine similar to foreplay. He knew what I was interested in, yet he, for I'm sure a variety of honorable reasons, was not willing to give in to me. The last time we had foreplay was when my parents asked him to spend a Friday night with me. Leon had spent nights before and it was no big deal. My parents were going to be home late and didn't want to be tied down by a certain time. The problem was his girlfriend Kim and he had plans to go to some artsy movie at the Rialto on Montana. So it was decided I could tag along and Kim could spend the night at our house if she wanted to. We have a very large house with a lot of bedrooms so this wouldn't be a problem. Anyway, we all go to the movie and Leon's sits in the middle and halfway through the movie I fell asleep and after a while I woke up and found I'd been leaning against Leon and he had his arm around me. I looked around and saw Kim was also asleep but Leon was really into the movie. It was some black and white weird thing that I can't even remember the title of. So I lean back into Leon and he puts his arm around me and I close my eyes and fall back to sleep. Next thing I know I'm hung over the armrest and my face is resting in Leon's lap and his arm is resting on my back. I am really uncomfortable but I rest there for a while waking up. Then I feel a lump under my nose and realize where I am and become stone still. After a minute and feeling no movement from Leon I slowly let my breath out and move my face around a bit. Soon I dig my nose into the lump. Then I dig a little bit more. His arm on my back then moves so I pushed my nose harder into the lump, which seemed to have gotten stiffer, then sat up and stretched and acted like I'd just woke up. I saw quickly that the movie was over, the lights were up and Kim was gone. Leon told me we had to go but he made no move to get up. I was between him and the wall and had to go past him to get to the isle so I started to crawl over him. I'd avoided his eyes since I left his lap but found I was looking at him to excuse myself for getting past him. I couldn't quite understand why he wasn't getting up to leave but I was a little uncomfortable at the moment and wanted to leave so I didn't care. He'd moved down in his seat and spread his legs so I had to go past his legs one at a time. As I got between his legs I looked at him and he had a compassionate look on his face. He then said something in French that I didn't understand then closed his legs and squeezed them tight around me. I'd become frozen in that spot long ago but being spoken to in French and being squeezed by his legs almost sent me to the floor in a heap of Jell-O. When he let me go he sat back in his chair and told me in English to go ^Ö that Kim was waiting for us. After that Leon obsessed me. It was hard not to. We spent so much time together. It felt like I spent almost an equal amount of time each week in school, with my parents, and with Leon. One time I even asked Greg about Leon. He was not happy with me. He thought I was too young to be messing around with guys and I should cool down. I told him I wasn't messing around with Leon but I was curious about guys. As with my first time with Greg my first time with Leon came without planning. It happened on one of our atypical days. Leon picked me up from school and took me home; fixed us a snack and we started our homework. It was a hot day but the air conditioning was going full blast. Leon was in his typical very tight jeans and a very tight shirt made out of a thin material. We were in the sunroom, which is enclosed, and he was lying on one end of the couch reading and I was on the other end sitting and looking over some math questions. He had the book close to his face and the sun was shinning just right so I could see through his shirt at his nipples that were dark brown and the size of a quarters. He was lying comfortably on the couch with his ankles crossed with his shoes off and no socks on when I decided to rub his feet. I know it wasn't the math problems, or maybe it was the boredom of the math problems that started me, but more than likely it was Leon's nipples that got me going. His nipples in the sunlight standing erect tenting his sheer shirt started my 9-year-old heart pumping wildly. I put down my book and reaching over I started lightly rubbing the top of his foot. He pulled back slightly but settled down and didn't stop me so I continued rubbing. I moved all around his foot putting my fingers in the middle of his toes. I played with his toenails and the hairs on his foot and toes. I got bolder and started stroking his ankle to the bottom of his pants. During my examination Leon neither removed the book from in front of his face nor acknowledged my attention to his foot. The only sign I received from Leon that he enjoyed what I was doing was he would curl his toes once in a while. Then he uncrossed his feet spreading them about a foot wide. I took this as a good sign and got up on my knees and started rubbing one foot with each hand. I worked my fingers between each toe and played with their hairs. I pushed down and stroked the tops of his feet to his ankles. Though I knew I could see over his book now I was afraid to look. It was a week since we'd been to the movies and he'd squeezed me between his legs and though I'd thought about touching him many times I was afraid. I took a chance and looked as far as his crotch and saw one lump seemed to have grown down one leg and was straining against his even tighter jeans. Never taking my eyes off the ever-hardening lump I moved my hands onto his jeans and started rubbing his calves. I scooted up on my knees and he spread his legs and my hands fell onto his knee's. I watched as the lump grew longer and thicker as I put my hands on his thighs. I kneeled down about a foot from his crotched and inspected it, watching it continue to grow, straining against his jeans. My eyes drifted to the other large lump hanging down the other side of his fly and I tried to figure out what it was. What could hang down 6 inches or so? What could be as large as an egg? My curiosity won out and forgetting where I was and who I was with I reached out and touched it. Leon jumped and I bolted upward fully expecting to be yelled at. Instead Leon had laid his book over his face and not moved again. I looked down and saw his lumps were hard as ever. Scanning his body I saw his tits through his shirt and leaning over his body placed my hands onto them. Again Leon moved but this time he also moaned. I pushed on them and moved my hands around. They were hard so I played with the tips pinching them lightly. I was almost laying flat onto Leon playing with his tits when he started moving his hip up to meet my body. He was trying to rub his lumps against me and it felt wonderful. I decided I wanted to feel his tits without his shirt in the way so I sat up and un-tucked it and slid my hands under it and this time I laid flat onto Leon. His tits were hard and wonderful in my hands. I couldn't see them but I pictured them as I swirled my fingers around their edges and brought them to their centers. I played with their tips. I pinched them and rubbed them hard then softly. Leon kept moving his hips up and down rubbing against me as I rubbed his tits and his chest. Sometimes he went slowly and then he went fast. I lay on his stomach looking up at his hands that lay across his book and head and hoped he'd move them so I could see his face but he didn't. I held onto his chest and enjoyed the rubbing of his body against mine but wanted something more than our cloths rubbing against each other's. I removed my hands from his tits and returned to a kneeling position and looking down at his crotch, took a gulp, and seeing Leon jerking his hips slightly took a hand and placed it on the lump reaching far down his left leg. At my touch he let out a loud moan and moved his head to the side. I squeezed his very hard cock and felt it jerk in my hand. I tried to wrap my hand around it but was stopped by his tight jeans. I moved my hand to the other legs lump and lightly squeezed and found it wasn't as hard. I squeezed harder and Leon let out a higher sounding moan and tried to move away from my hand so I stopped. I moved my hand back to his cock and moved it up and down its length trying again to wrap my hand around it but not able to. As I continued to move my hand up and down a wet spot formed on his jeans at the tip of his cock. Leon was moaning louder the more I moved my hand and when I placed my hand lightly on the other lump he moaned even louder. Leon's cock felt huge in my hands ^Ö maybe as huge as Greg's and I was curious to see it. I reached up wanting to unbutton his jeans. Leon took a deep breath at the feel of my hands wrapping around the waistband then sucked in and I started to work the metal button through the hole. I struggled twisting and turning it trying to force it through its hole with my thumb. Sensing I didn't have the strength to open his jeans Leon brought his arms down from his head and pushed the button through the hole in one swift movement. His hands went immediately back to his head but he dropped the book to the floor and draped an arm over his eyes. I looked back to his undone button. My heart was racing and despite the house being freezing my face felt like a furnace and I was sweating. I moved my hands to his zipper and started moving it downwards. He didn't have any underwear on and brown pubic hair showed at once. I wanted to play with it but felt under a spell and had no choice but to continue moving the zipper down. Finally it could go no lower and I became disappointed that Leon's cock wasn't there. I looked down and saw it was still pointing down his leg. I put my hand on his pubic hair and tried to push down his leg but his jeans made it very tight. I pushed harder and because my hands were small I was able to go a couple inches but because his cock had gotten so thick and his pants were so tight I could go no further. I was growing increasingly frustrated when Leon reached down and hooked his thumbs into each side of his jeans and raising his ass off the couch a couple inches pushed them down a foot or so. I was stunned when his cock fell out and to my astonishment learned the lump, which hung down the other leg, were his balls. Leon's cock fell down barely touching the waistband of his jeans and immediately pre-cum was leaking out of it. Skin was covering his cock head and at the tip I could only see his piss slit. His balls were huge and hung down below his cock resting on the couch. I'd never imagined the other lump in his jeans were his balls. My balls were so small and Greg's balls weren't as big as Leon's. Leon's balls were the only ones whose stuck out so much in his pants. They each looked the size of an egg and were covered by lots of wrinkled skin and shinny brown hair. I reached down and picked one up and it rolled out of my hand. I picked it up again careful not to let it get away and bounced it up and down feeling how heavy it was. It was warm and sticky under his balls so I rubbed my hand and fingers in deep which caused Leon to spread his legs wider and I brought my hand up to my nose to smell. He smelled like a strange combination of perfume and that he hadn't washed. I stuck my hand back under his balls and twisted it around trying to get more of his smell on me when I felt some of his hairs on my fingers so I grabbed one and when I pulled my hand out I pulled out a hair. Leon yelped but said nothing else. I smelled my hand and looked at the hair. It was brown and hard and kinked everywhere but otherwise it looked like any other hair. I turned my attention back to his cock looking at it as it rested on his jeans. It was just as long as Greg's at 10 inches but seemed heavier. It had a lot of skin and its cock head was different. Pre-cum was everywhere and it seemed pretty gross. I leaned down and smelled it and it didn't seem bad. His piss slit and the skin around it real red. I put my hand on his cock and found it really hot and hard. I tried to wrap my hand around it but it wouldn't go all the way and so I moved it down to his pubic hair. I found its skin moved down and it was rolling off the cock head. As it pulled back his cock head came out and it was dark purple like a plumb and about the same size. It was shaped like Greg's but it looked a lot different. It was very wet and shinny. I moved the skin back and the skin covered the cock head again. I started jacking the cock like Greg had told me about and like I'd seen him do and Leon started moaning again and began moving his hips. I pointed his cock straight up and wrapped both my hands around it and watched as Leon moved his hips so he was pushing his cock straight towards the ceiling. Pre-cum was dipping out of his piss slit and mixing with the skin when it met as I was jacking his cock. Leon was moaning and his cock was getting harder and hotter. I was trying to keep a hold of his cock but his moving about made it hard and his cock fell from my hands and hit him on his stomach. Leon moved his arm from his face and opening his eyes looked at me. He didn't smile or anything but started unbuttoning his shirt then when he was finished he reached out and grabbed my t-shirt and pulling me forward yanked it over my head. I was half lying on top of him when he unbuttoned my shorts then pulled down the zipper and pushed them and my underwear down. He grabbed my hands and pulled me the rest of the way on top of his body then placed them on top of his tits and started moving them around. He was thrusting his hips upwards fucking my stomach forcing my hands to play with his tits. I was flopping around enjoying the friction of his cock against my skin and my cock hitting his legs when I heard more than I felt Leon's climax. He roared in French and I felt a warm stickiness coating my stomach. Leon's bucking slowed down and his grip on my wrists released. As he calmed down I lay on top of him listening to his heart beat feeling his cock getting smaller and his cum between us. A couple minutes later he pushed on my shoulders and I moved to my knee's. His cock head was gone and his dick was all red and wet. His balls were lying back on the couch. He had his arm back over his eyes. I found my t-shirt and wiped my stomach off then leaned down and wiped him down. I got up off the couch and pulled my shorts up and knelt on the floor facing Leon. I looked at his cock getting smaller and reached out and touched it. He took a deep breath and let it out. I inspected it. I reached down and moved his balls around. One was almost too big for my hand. I pushed my hand underneath them again and pulled it out and brought it up to my nose and smelled it. It smelled good. I looked up at Leon who still had his eyes covered. I saw his tits and scooted over to them. I reached out and pinched the closest one. I circled it with my hand. I stood up and leaning over put my mouth on it. I felt Leon take another deep breath. I went to my bedroom on the way putting my t-shirt in the washing machine, and then I took a shower. When I came out Leon was in the den with my homework out and told me to get going, I had math to do. It was a couple months before I saw Leon's cock again. ***** Constructive criticism welcome. Otherwise keep it to yourself. Emails with attachments ignored. hotstorylvr@hotmail.com