Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2023 22:30:29 +0000 From: Vito Duka Subject: Tutoring Sam I apologize for any typos. I didn't have any time to proofread this one. Hope you enjoy, though! And do let me know if you'd like for this to become a series! This story involves adults and underage boys having explicit sex. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on. Please remember to support Nifty so that we can continue to enjoy these wonderful stories! If you feel like it, you can donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ ------------------------------------ "Thank you for doing this," Jack said, opening the door with a distressed expression. He was a thirty-something widower who had lost his husband five years prior in a tragic accident. Ethan, a 20-year-old college student who was studying to become an elementary school teacher and had an unquenchable thirst for the slim man in front of him, eagerly agreed to Jack's strange request from their session the night before. "Of course. Can you tell me what is he having trouble with?" Ethan flashed a disarming smile, knowing it always made Jack blush. It was a small power trip for the college student. Jack had been raising his adopted son, Sam, on his own since his husband's death. The boy was quiet for his age, but Ethan couldn't determine if it was a result of the loss or just his personality. He had only met Sam a year ago when Jack felt safe enough to invite him into his home instead of their previous meetings at shady motels or in the back of Jack's car. "Yeah, hold on," the older one responded and darted up the stairs. He came back only a minute later, holding a colorful book. "Sorry I didn't explain more last night, I was exhausted." Ethan had been working at Jack's bakery since he was thirteen years old. His mother had been friends with Jack and his partner and loved their pastries. When they offered Ethan a part-time job, he couldn't refuse. It was a great opportunity to hang around two very hot people, making Ethan's teenage hormones very happy at the time. Ethan couldn't help but be drawn to Jack's good looks since the very first time he'd laid eyes on the man. He was slim, yet toned, with sharp facial features, piercing green eyes, and bright blond hair. Jack exuded a confident and charismatic energy that made him stand out in a crowd. Despite his physical appearance though, Jack was more than just a pretty face. He was a loving father, a successful business owner, and a supportive friend. Ethan admired Jack's kindness and his ability to balance his many responsibilities with grace. As they spent more time together, Ethan eventually found himself developing some strange feelings for Jack he'd struggled to name. He was captivated by Jack's charming smile, his infectious laugh, and his gentle touch. When Jack's partner passed away, and he was left to run the bakery on his own, Ethan was there to help. He took on more responsibilities and worked longer hours to ensure the business remained successful. It was during those long hours, when Ethan had been around fifteen years old, that the middle of the night would sometimes find them still caught up in work. Jack struggled to keep his mind busy, even though he felt guilty about leaving his young kid with his parents. So, once there was absolutely nothing else they could do but sit down and have a talk, sometimes conversations drifted into subjects a thirty-year-old should not discuss with a teenager. Things like missing his partner's big body wrapped around him when he came home, or his thick meat sliding in and out of him over and over again until Jack had run out of energy to scream. "Don't worry about it. Is that it?" Ethan responded, pointing at the book. "Yeah, I think he said it's fractions. I have to go pick him up right now and he focuses better right after school. It's just that I get so distracted I can't help him as much as he needs," there was that distressed face again. At first, Ethan had misread their conversations despite all the heavy clues that had been dropped for him, thinking, as any young boy does, that his role would necessarily have to be to bottom for the older man. Feeling apprehensive about their age difference, Jack hadn't necessarily discouraged the idea, but he refused to engage in anything other than receiving frequent sloppy, inexperienced blowjobs. That was for the first few months at least. After a big scare of almost being caught by a random friend of Jack dropping by announced after closing hours, they had changed strategies. Instead, Jack would pick up Ethan after school or soccer practice, and drive them to remote buildings with no signs where no one asked questions. From there, things escalated quickly. In no time, fifteen-year-old Ethan was topping his middle-aged boss, slamming the twink widow's bubble ass every week and feeling on top of the world. "Sure, so do you want to do this like a regular thing?" back in the present, Ethan asked, gently touching his secret lover's arm. Ethan had always been on the skinny side, but his newfound relationship motivated him to make a change. He started going to the gym regularly, and he worked tirelessly to build up his muscles. Over time, he transformed his physique, and by the time he was twenty years old, his arms were twice the size of Jack's. Messy dark hair, a rougher jawline, and tanned skin completed a smooth look that he knew made Jack weak in the knees. He cherished that knowledge. "Yeah, actually," Jack responded with pleading eyes. "And listen, I don't need to tell you the Bakery isn't doing so hot lately, but as payment, I think it'd be alright if you start spending the weekends here." Ethan widened his eyes in response. Spending the night was a big step up from the past five years of sneaking around, even when considering the fact that Jack had finally accepted to bring him into his house on Friday nights not so long ago. They were both adults now, so there was no reason to keep hiding, but Ethan felt comfortable enough with their arrangement that he never thought of pushing it. Now that the opportunity was presenting itself for free, though, he wouldn't say no. They finalized the details in a rush, and Jack took off to pick up his son. Alone in the house, and finally able to see more than a hallway and a room, Ethan allowed himself a little bit of curiosity. Through his wandering, he ended up in what he assumed was Jack's study. Perfectly neat, with barely any decorations, it was a warm place nonetheless. Dark wood covered the walls and even darker carpet on the floor, the space was dominated by a massive desk. "Ah, there he is," Jack's voice caught Ethan off-guard. He hadn't heard him come back into the house whatsoever. This was a very isolated room. "This is going to be your tutor now, Sam. His name is Ethan." The boy was holding his father's hand with a shy look on his face. Round features and big eyes betrayed the fact that he hadn't quite hit puberty yet. Still, he was Jack's spitting image. "Hey bud," Ethan leaned down, resting his hands on his knees to ruffle the boy's hair. Sam didn't flinch at the gesture, instead moving his green eyes up and down Ethan's exposed arms. A gesture the older one didn't miss, though he didn't attribute it much importance. "Alright, I'll leave him to you. Here's the book. Sorry, I took it with me. If you need anything, give me a call. I'll be at the Bakery," Jack's voice sounded somehow strained as if he had to make an effort to push the words out. "Sounds good," Ethan smiled. "Hopefully you have more willpower than I do, but I won't blame you if you don't." And with those cryptic words, he was off, leaving Sam and Ethan in each other's company. "Alright, I guess we can use your old man's desk since it's pretty big anyway. Sounds good?" Ethan tried his best teacher voice. "Yeah," Sam responded nodding. His voice hadn't changed yet, still sounding quite young. "Alright, I guess we'll have to get another chair then," Ethan said while straightening up and starting to make his way to the dining room. "Can I sit on your lap?" Sam asked, giving Ethan pause. "Sure," he agreed. "I always sit on dad's lap," Sam explained as if he knew it was an odd request. "Alright, let's go then." They did just that and for the first half hour, everything seemed perfectly normal. It was relatively easy to find the reason behind the kid's struggles with fractions and work it out from there, making Ethan wonder why had Jack had so much trouble with it. The answer came almost immediately, as the boy moved to make himself more comfortable, pressing his soft ass against Ethan's soft groin and grinding there for a solid minute. The college student was too stunned to say anything, and by the time he had gathered himself, it was too late, as his growing dick was quickly escaping his control. He put his massive hands around the boy's waist to try and push him slightly forward, but Sam turned to the side and ran soft hands up Ethan's biceps. "You have really big arms," Sam said, making Ethan freeze. "I do." "They're way bigger than my dad's," the boy tried to wrap his hands around one of them to no avail. "That's because your dad is very busy doing his best to take care of you, so he doesn't have a lot of time to grow his arms." Sam nodded, accepting the explanation and going back to his exercises with one last subtle grind on Ethan's still-hardening member. No other occurrences happened for the next thirty minutes, but the older boy's dick was simply restless as it felt a pair of soft cheeks still pressing against it. "My dad really likes you," Sam opened the conversation again, making Ethan suspect his shyness might not be such a big part of the kid's personality after all. "Yeah, and I really like your dad," Ethan responded, wondering where was this going to go now. "Is that cool with you?" "Sure," Sam said, shrugging. The young boy turned his head around to look straight into Ethan's brown eyes. "Is that why you do all those things to my dad at night?" Ethan was borderline choking from the sudden bold statement from such a young kid. What could he even say to that?" "S-sure. We do that because we like each other." "Well, I like you because you make my dad happy. Can we do it too?" The kid had absolutely no filters whatsoever. Perhaps the absence of one of his parents and the continuous need for the other one to step away from the constant reminder of the first one passing away had left some kind of flaw in the boy's education. "Pleaaase?" Sam begged, his grinding becoming more pronounced and deliberate now. It was almost impossible for Ethan to think when his meat was instantly goaded into stretching its full ten inches, aching for release even from the loose sweatpants he was wearing. "I know you make my dad scream a lot but those are good screams! So you probably do something nice when you're inside of him." "Sam, that is only for adults," Ethan tried to rebuke without much conviction. No, in fact, his determination was crumbling away at an alarming speed. "Just one time! I promise I'll focus afterward! Only once! And I'll never ever tell anyone!" "Sam..." "Please! My friends Josh and Luke have their friends from college, and they do it all the time and I never know what to say because I don't have someone to do it with me." "That is not a good reason to do this, Sam. You should tell your friends that's a bad thing." But the kid could hear the weakness in Ethan's voice and knew it was all but done. "They even taught me that I have to lube and I did it today because my dad told me I was going to be with you!" he explained with an innocent, excited smile. And that was as far as Ethan's resolve could go. "Fine," he agreed with something like a burning feeling starting at the pit of his stomach. "One time and never again, understood? I'm going to keep teaching you because your dad is paying me very well but we can't ever do it again. If you ask for it again I will still tell your dad I can't come back anymore, understood?" Sam nodded silently with an even wider smile. "Pull your panties and undies down," he commanded under his breath. The kid obeyed immediately, eager to do as told. It was a bit of a struggle while still sitting on the older boy's lap, and the rubbing and grinding that came from it were making Ethan lose his mind while at the same time keeping his resolve down so that he couldn't find his second thoughts. "Done," Sam said with the same satisfied voice he had used whenever he had finished a fraction he knew he'd gotten right. White perky cheeks now rested pressing tightly against Ethan's throbbing cock. Sam had done well pulling his pants down only to his knees for a quick fix-up in case of an emergency. Now it was Ethan's turn and he felt like his heart was about to implode. Slowly but not slowly enough that they wasted time, he pulled down his grey sweatpants, making his ten inches spring up to attention, rubbing a slight bit of precum on the boy's lower back. Ethan's hands closed about the exposed skin on the boy's waist, feeling slightly apprehensive about how small Sam's body felt in relation to his own. Lifting the boy up, he made sure to line up his cut mushroom head perfectly with the boy's virgin little hole before lowering the kid very slowly. He could feel the wetness of the lube, which made it all the easier to slide up into his little body. The first inch was a bit of a struggle, full of grunts and uncomfortable moans. However, once the head managed to push inside, the rest followed with much more ease. As Ethan sank his girthy meet deeper into the boy's body, stretching Sam's pink little hole, he couldn't help but think about the first time he had done the same thing to the kid's dad. Now, this was a power trip. Fucking the parent first, loading him full just the night before only to now do the same thing to his little boy. That thought alone ignited a spark of unstoppable lust inside of Ethan. "You like that?" he asked somewhat sadistically to the pre-teen, who was holding his breath with every inch that entered his body. Sam nodded, looking back into his dad's lover's eyes with bright innocence. His small hands were holding his own stomach right above where the college boy was grabbing his entire waist, as if apprehensive about the way that huge meat would rearrange his insides. "You're a little slut like your dad," Ethan grunted. They were more than halfway there, and his cock pulsed with anticipation, leaking pre-cum profusely straight into Sam's body. It felt as if the fresh boy had no end. One by one, every last bit of Ethan's dick was swallowed by a hungry little ass until he could finally feel the soft skin under Sam's thighs on his balls. "You know what happens next?" Ethan whispered to the boy, making sure to leave a soft kiss on the kid's neck to ease the tension. "I wanna finish homework like this," Sam declared with a hesitant tone. "We still have quite a bit to go, are you sure?" The pre-teen nodded and leaned forward to return to his studies, the movement stealing another hard grunt from the older guy. They studied like that for an entire hour, patiently allowing Sam's virgin entrance to adjust and embrace the thick meat lodged inside of it. Occasionally the boy would grind slightly back and forth, or Ethan would thrust a few times; as if they needed to shake some of their excess lust for each other. "Hey guys," Jack had appeared at the door out of nowhere. Thankfully, the desk was covered on the front, so there was no way for the man to see what was happening right under the surface. Neither Ethan nor Sam moved, however. They simply looked up and smiled. "Sorry, I forgot my charger. I'll be out of your hair in no time so you can focus again," Jack said. If he was suspicious about anything, he did a fantastic show not to show it. Stepping into the office, Jack leaned on a side and unplugged a phone charger. It seemed that was truly all he needed, as he turned around and said his goodbyes again. Both boys must've been frozen for at least fifteen minutes until they were absolutely sure Jack wouldn't come back. After all, there was no way of knowing, since this room seemed to be so completely isolated from the noises of the rest of the house, or even the outside. Regardless, once they managed to gain their composure, they looked at each other with mischievous smiles. "You always kiss my dad on the lips when you do this with him," Sam commented, revealing more of how much he'd been spying on Ethan and Jack's escapades. "Do you want to kiss too?" Ethan offered, at this point completely careless of whatever societal boundaries would prevent such a thing. Sam nodded and the older boy immediately lean forward to smash his lips against the kid's. There wasn't much of a point in dancing around it since the smaller one would not know how to properly make out with another man anyway, so Ethan wasted no time shoving his tongue into Sam's little mouth. It was far too big by comparison, like most other things. Though in this case, it made Ethan wonder how much of something else that was extremely big he could stuff into those same pink lips. The absolute depravity of the situation deserved a moment of pause to contemplate. Ethan had his girthy, ten inches cock shoved so far up into his lover's son, he could feel the boy's legs on his balls, while at the same time, his hands touched the bare skin of the pre-pubescent boy with thirst. A thirst he was doing his best to quench as his tongue danced around the kid's eager one. This was as far as he could hold himself back. Parting from their kiss, Ethan whispered into the boy's mouth: "Do you want me to do you like I do your daddy?" Sam nodded again. Needing no further confirmation, the older one lifted them both up in one swift move. Without ever pulling out of the virgin young hole, Ethan leaned Sam's little body forward so that his tummy would rest on the desk and his short legs would dangle off the ledge, pants still only halfway down to the boys' knees. "Give me your hands," Ethan commanded and the boy obeyed blissfully. Taking the small wrists, the college boy made sure to keep his lust under control so as not to hurt the young man while he twisted Sam's arms behind the boy's back. There would be no resisting what was coming. Despite the boy's obvious excitement and willingness, the restriction made it all the more delicious as it provided them both with an even further forbidden fantasy. From this angle, Ethan could easily observe to his own endless delight the way his thick cock slid out to about half of the boy's hole, only to slam back down violently. The kid's abundant application of lube plus the extended time they had been lodged allowed for the process to be smooth while still feeling the boy pucker down on Ethan's dick out of apprehension. "You like that?" Ethan asked. "I love it," the boy declared, a slight bit of drool escaping the side of his mouth. That was all the older one needed. Without holding back anymore, he pulled back and slammed back in over and over again without mercy. With every new thrust, he became more involved in the depravity of his actions, wanting to rail the boy closer to his own climax. Sam's breath had become irregular as he struggled to emit every sound his little body demanded of him. Once the boy felt Ethan pick up the pace, he knew they were reaching the end. The college student came hard deep inside the kid. But even as he shot thick load after thick load, he didn't stop his plowing, observing with fascination as his warm seed coated his meat more and more every time he pulled out from the cream-filled hole. It wasn't until Ethan felt completely satisfied that he turned Sam over so that he was now lying on his back. Taking his tank top off, he did the same for the kid, wanting to feel as much of their skin touching each other. The older boy shoved his tongue into the younger one's one more time. They kissed passionately, rubbing hands and bodies against one another while Ethan used two of his fingers to stimulate the boy's undeveloped little prick into a dry orgasm that sent the boy straight into a satisfied sleep.