Date: Fri, 29 Feb 2008 14:31:24 -0700
From: Ray <ray6645@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tutoring John 1

After church services each Sunday, there is a coffee and donuts social
in the hall. I was standing there enjoying a coffee, and admiring the
altar boys in their street clothes. One of the couples came up to me,
and after a couple of pleasantries, they asked if I were the one helping
their 6^th grade, son with his math at school. I told them that I did
volunteer there, and had been helping their son, along with ten others.

They asked if I'd consider tutoring him after school hours. I had a
small office, and we agreed that on Tuesdays and Thursday s, he could
come to the office after school for an hour of math work. He was to come
straight from school to my office.

John was in on the conversation, and he was agreeable to having me help
him out. I'd seen him in class, and I knew that I'd be happy to help him
out with math, and a few other things. He stood about five feet even,
and was just as cute as could be. My cock said that it would be nice if
he would be around a lot. His smile would melt just about any iceberg in
the Atlantic. His arms are very slim, about the size of a paper towel
tube. Just a hint of hair on the forearms. He had some little dark hairs
on his upper lip, showing that he could have a mustache soon. His blue
eyes could pierce steel. And those eye lashes were a real come on, when
he would flash them at you.

I asked his parents what his favorite snack was, and what he liked to
drink. They told me, but said that it was not necessary to have that for
him. I explained that he was just coming from a hard day at sixth grade,
and was probably in need of some nourishment. We agreed that snacks were
alright.

It was just a couple of weeks into the school year, and it was still hot
in our part of the country, and it would be that way for at least a
couple of months. That meant that these cute boys, John included, would
be wearing shorts. And the nice thing is that at their age, they didn't
have to wear shorts that went down to their ankles like the high school
kids did. John was wearing shorts that his mother had bought the year
before. And since he had grown a bit during the summer, his shorts were
just a bit tight on him. Showing off his little butt cheeks just fine.

He arrived the first time on Tuesday just as we'd agreed. It was hot
outside, and after his four block walk to my office in the heat, was
ready for two things: A shower, which was not possible in my small
office, and some cool drink, which I could provide. I watched him guzzle
down the soda, and some good cookies that were his favorite according to
his mother. His little cheeks had a cute dimple that showed when he
swallowed, or laughed.

After he finished his snack, we decided that it would be good to just
talk for a bit, and for him to tell me about John.

He started by telling me that he did enjoy school, and that it was a
welcome change from home. His mother and father would be a lot happier
if he were not around. He talked about how they would leave for a long
week-end, and leave him some money to get his own food. He'd have to
walk about a mile to the big grocery store, get his groceries, and lug
them home. His mom would not even do that for him. When they were in
town, he usually had to cook his own dinner, as they both worked, and
after work would go to some clubs, and not be home till way late.

John told me that he'd overheard a conversation one time, that his
mother told another mother that the only reason that they had a child at
all, was that the rubber had broken, and along came John. He told me
that he was devastated for a long time. Then he just decided one day
that was no way to live, so he talked to himself, and said that he was
going to rise above it. He read some books, and got some inspiration,
and went on.

I asked him about his use of the words mother and father, instead of mom
and dad. He told me that he had a mother and a father, but not a mom or
dad. A mom, he said, was someone who would bake cookies, or do your
laundry. "She does none of that and even less. A dad is someone who will
take you to a ball game, or come and watch your performance in a school
play. Neither of them have ever done that. They don't even give me a hug
when I do something good."

"Hey Mr. Ray, aren't we supposed to be working on math? My father only
pays for one hour of your time, so we'd better get to the math." I told
him that, yes, his father is paying for one hour of math, but we've not
started the math yet, so that time clock has not started yet. "Whew, I
thought you were going to kick me out, and me not having my homework
done, or understood."

We began to work on the homework. Some of the problems were easy, and he
caught on right away. But as we worked along the page, things started to
get more difficult. He had been sitting on a chair that was at the side
of my desk, but as the problems got harder, he moved to standing beside
me. He would reach across my bare arms with his bare arms, and the
electricity was way more that I wanted at the moment. My cock enlarged
the second time he did it.

A couple of times he dropped his pencil, and when he turned to pick it
up, his cute little ass was right in my face. Wanted to lick it, but
knew that would probably spook him, and he'd never return. But I did
enjoy looking at the cute ass cheeks.

He ended up sitting on my legs, so that he could be close to the desk,
and work from there. I held him with my arm around his waist. We worked
some more problems. He got two in a row correct without my help, so I
just hugged him tight. He asked if we could make a deal. Each time he
would get two problems correct without my help, he'd get a big hug from
me for his reward. That was certainly fine with me. What I'd rather do
though, is for every two he gets right, suck on his cock for two
minutes, but he didn't offer that. So for the time being, two rights
make one big hug.

He had only a couple more to do, so he got right to work. Got the next
two correct, and he earned his hug. Only this time, instead of being by
my side, he turned and faced me. I put my arms around him, and pulled
him close. He laid his head on my shoulder, and pulled me tight too.
After a few seconds, he pulled his head back, and brushed his lips
across mine. That caused about a gallon of blood to rush to my cock,
making it harder than it'd ever been, I'm sure.

"Only four more problems to go, and we're done." He announced. He turned
back around, and worked the next two problems, and with a little bit of
encouragement, got them both correct. "Another hug is in order, Mr.
Ray." He turned back to face me, and put his arms around me, and me
around him, and we hugged for several minutes, I'm sure. "I love to have
you hold me, Mr. Ray, it just feels so good to have you hug me. I
promise to get better on this math stuff, so that we can do the hugging
thing much more."

"Yes, it's good to hug another person. And you are one person that I
really like to hug."

"Do you really mean that? Nobody ever said that they liked me before."
His eyes were full of tears as he said that. Again, he moved close to
me, and leaned in to just rub his lips against mine, but when he got
there, I pulled him close to me, and we had our first kiss. After we
broke the kiss, he moved his head back a bit, and said, "That was
awesome, can we do that instead of just a hug when I get the math right?"

"We'll do that. You get the math right, and we'll get the kissing right.
How does that sound?"

"Maybe I need some more practice on that kissing thing. How about one
more, then I'll have to go home, and get dinner ready, or I'll be in
trouble." So one more time we hugged each other, and began a light kiss.
We held it for about a minute, then as he pulled back, I pulled his head
to me, and kissed his ear. "Holy man, that feels good. You know a lot
about how to make me feel good. Can't wait till next time."

John then began to pick up his books, and got ready to leave. "How about
one more kiss for the road?" Of course, I was eager for one more too, so
we stood up, and kissed this time. I know he could feel my very hard
cock on his chest, as I could feel his cock on my thigh.

"Good bye, and see you on Thursday. Can't wait for the next lesson."
John left and I sat down, and began to jack off slowly as possible,
remembering his hard little body close to me. Best manual orgasm I've
had in months.

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