This is a work of fiction. That means it is
not true. Didn’t happen. It’s a figment. No boys were
involved or harmed in the writing of this story and no trees were
sacrificed. The author does not condone sex with boys; he just
writes fantasies about it. Further, sex in reality requires
caution and protection, but my characters won’t catch any bad bugs
unless I write them in. Be safe and legal in the real world, and
enjoy the story only if you are of age and location to legally do so.
**This story is the property of the author and may
not be reproduced elsewhere (i.e. other than Nifty Archive)
without his permission.**
TJ had come into the tutoring center in the college
Library for help with his term project. As we went over what he’d
done, I noticed that he was squirming a bit, and that his right hand
was frequently attending a rather obvious hard-on. I knocked a
pen off the table, and slid out of the L-shaped booth to pick it
up. “Since you’re left-handed,” I said, “it’ll be easier if I sit
on the other side.” I returned to the bench seat and sat down
very close to him. A hard penis was clearly visible in the crease
between right thigh and abdomen, and I moved my leg directly next to
his. I pulled his notebook closer to us on the table top, while I
dropped my left hand beneath the table and pressed hard against his
hardness. He gasped, and I said, “Try to act normal,” while I
began massaging his hard meat with my thumb. Fortunately,
everyone within visual range of our under-table activity was facing
other directions, and our seat backs blocked any view from
behind. His breathing got a little ragged, and he placed his own
hand on top of mine. I increased my pressure, enjoying the feel
of his hard meat under my hand, and his warm hand on top. Within
a minute, I felt his body shudder beside me, and several sudden spasms
under my hand, and then a warm wetness under my thumb. I gave his
hand a squeeze, and returned my hand to the table top. “I think
we’re just about done with this,” I said. “If you need more help,
I hope you’ll come again.” He gathered his papers and notebooks,
and covered his wet jeans with them as he departed the room.
I did not see him for a long time, although I kept a
sharp eye out. Then, some weeks later at the end of the day, I
saw him on one of the computers, “chatting.” I glanced over his
shoulder at his screen and thought I saw some lines that seemed to be
about “coming out.” I also noticed that he was hard again, and
more or less typing with one hand. He seemed to be breathing
hard, too. I couldn’t “eavesdrop” further on his screen, though,
as it would have been too obvious to remain standing behind
him. And then the computer station next to him opened up.
I sat down next to him, logged on to the
system, and accessed my alternate “Hotmail” account. Since the
campus email system is a standard name/initials format for everyone, I
could easily guess his email address. I sent him a note.
“Hi, TJ,” I wrote. “You seem to be involved in some pretty hot
mail -- or is it some pretty hot male? Or maybe some pretty male
has you very hot? I think you need me to help you handle your
*hard* situation.” I hit the send button, and almost immediately
his own computer chimed with the “you have mail” alert.
He retrieved my message, and I watched him through
the corner of my eye. He looked around, but could not see my own
screen, and could not identify any possible source for his
message. But it made him even more excited. He hit his
“reply” button and sent a message back. “Where r u? WHO r
u? How do u know what’s in my email?”
In the meantime, I had silenced my own alert chime,
so he could not connect his sending with my receiving. I remained
sitting as I was, apparently engrossed in my own work and ignoring him,
but watching him covertly. I wrote back, “Maybe I’m sort of like
CyberGod. I know all, I see all! It’s not what’s in your
email I’m interested in, it’s what’s in your pants. Which you
seem to be having trouble keeping your hands out of.
I don’t blame you; I’d like to get my hands in your pants too.
How about a little j/o action? Ever jerk off with CyberGod?
In the Library? Kind of exciting, huh? But too dangerous in
this area; too much open space. Got any better ideas?”
He was waiting for my reply, and as he read it he
got even hotter. His chest was heaving; his face was flushed, and
he had trouble typing because his cock insisted on more and more
attention. I sent another message, “If you cum in your pants
before I get in there, I’m gonna be really irritated!” He picked
that one up, and added another sentence before sending the reply.
“Maybe we could go back into the stacks. I’ve jerked off back
there before by myself. We can find the sex section; it smells
interesting. I’m so horny I can hardly stand it. Where ARE
u? My cock needs help soon! I’m ready to cream my pants, if
u want to help u better tell me how to find u.”
I decided it was time to reveal myself. I sent
a last message, “Just turn to your right; I’m right beside you. I
know another place... an office that is usually empty. Log off
your computer, wait for me outside the Lib. We have to go across
the quad to Building 3. See you shortly, TJ. Keep it in
your pants for a couple more minutes and you won’t regret it.” I
turned to him as he read it. His mouth dropped open in surprise
as he met my eyes. I grinned at him, logged off my machine, and
left the room.
I left the Library by the side staff door and walked
around to the front. Moments later, TJ emerged from the main
entrance. “I have keys to a little office that isn’t used this
time of day,” I told him as we began to walk across to the next
building in the gathering dusk. “We should be OK there.
How’s that sound to you?”
“Awesome,” he replied. Then he continued, “How
did you know?”
“I’ve been watching for you all semester,” I told
him. “Ever since you came for tutoring and creamed your pants,
I’ve been trying to figure out how to get to you again without scaring
“I wanted to come back,” he said, “But I was too
scared. This is such a fucking straight town, I don’t think it’s
safe to approach anyone.”
“You got that right,” I said. “This place is
“Yeah. And in the dorms, the anti-gay attitude
is so think you can cut it with a knife. Anyone who admits to
jerking off is called a faggot, which is pretty stupid, because
everyone does it but no one admits it.”
“So none of the gay guys are willing to risk making
advances, much less coming out?” I suggested.
“Exactly. I wrote a paper for English on
stereotypes and homosexuality, and when I did peer editing in class,
you’d have thought I was suggesting that the Pope fuck his mother and
suck off the college of Cardinals. Jeez! I never expected
the narrow-minded attitudes that I am finding here.”
“I know what you mean,” I replied. “Coming
from a liberal background, I feel the same thing. I am constantly
finding myself laughing at gay-bashing jokes and making anti-gay
remarks, just to fit in. Which is part of why I noticed
you.” I put my arm around his shoulders in a publicly acceptable
way, and pulled him closer to me. “You know, you have a kind of
radar that lets you notice guys who may be on the same
wavelength. You seem to be on mine.”
We reached Building 3 where the part-time and
tutors’ office was, and walked in. It was deserted; the day
classes had finished, and the night classes would not start for another
hour. I unlocked the door to the little office and opened it; TJ
entered and I re-locked the door before following him in and closing
it. I propped a straight chair under the knob, just in case
someone with a key happened to come by. Then I turned to TJ.
“First thing,” I told him, “is to get this jacket
off.” And I helped him slip out of the lightweight red windbreaker he
usually wore. As I did so, I ran my hands from his stomach up to
his chest and across his shoulders. He liked that.
“Next thing,” I continued, “is to get this tee shirt
off.” I moved my hands back down his chest, slowly passing his
nipples and and his stomach and coming to rest against his abdomen,
where his erection was once again obvious. I grasped the red tee
shirt on both sides of his hips, and raised it up his slender torso,
caressing his chest as I went. I got it to his shoulders, and he
raised his arms without being told. In a moment, he was naked
from the waist up. I took some time to admire him, and to run my
fingers over the smooth white lines of his still-adolescent
muscles. His nipples were erect now, standing out in stiff
contrast to his smooth, flawless chest. I gave each one a little
massage, and then continued the undressing.
“Now,” I said, “We have to get rid of some things
that are in the way. Like your pants.” I moved my hand down
to his waistband, which was competing with his prick for control.
His prick won, and poked out the top of his low-hung pants. I
unbuttoned his jeans, and ever-so-gently stroked once down along his
erect member. Then I took his zipper, and very slowly unzipped
him, pressing firmly against his stiff prick as I did so. He
“Am I hurting you?” I asked.
“No, it feels incredible. I feel like I’m
going to cum any second,” he said.
“Hold it in, kiddo,” I said. “We’ve only just
“I’ll try,” he said. “Maybe you should give me
a minute or two without touching there.”
A wet spot was growing at the top of his Jockeys,
and he was obviously almost ready to shoot. But I wasn’t ready
for him to do that yet. So I said, “You realize you have to pay a
price for this lesson, don’t you?”
“I don’t have much money on me,” he answered.
“Only about a buck and half.”
“I didn’t mean that kind of payment,” I said.
“I had in mind a special job.” And with that, I put both hands on
his naked shoulders and pushed down. “On your knees,
please,” I said.
He went right down, and needed very little
prompting. He opened my pants, and pulled them down. Then
he took my rock hard prick in his hands, stroking it a bit as if trying
to measure its size with his hands. “Suck it,” I told him.
He needed no further instruction. He opened
his mouth and encased my throbbing prick in his warm wet lips. I
was in ecstasy. As I began to fuck his face, he began to move up
and down on me, lubricating my shaft with his delicate mouth.
Faster and faster we went, me guiding his head and him sucking mine,
until I could hold back no longer. I came in a massive orgasm,
filling his mouth to overflowing with the cum I had been saving for
him. He gulped it down, and then licked me clean.
“OK,” I said. “I guess it’s your turn
now.” I pulled him back up and gave him a big hug.
“That was wonderful,” I said. “Who was your teacher?”
“No one,” he answered. “I’ve only done that in
“Well, you should get an ‘A’, ” I told him, holding
him in my arms. I released him with one hand and let it move down
his back to his ass. I slipped my hand into his pants, which were
still more or less around his waist, and explored his smooth teenage
butt. Then I brought the second hand down the same way, and
when I reached his hips, I pulled both pairs of pants down to his
thighs. His penis stood out, dark red and completely hard,
bulging upward tight against his belly. I took it in my hand and
just held it; a small artery pulsed in time with his pounding heart,
and shiny precum oozed from its tip. His heavy breathing was the
only sound in the tiny office.
I turned him around so we both faced the same way,
his naked ass leaning against my pelvis as I leaned back against a
desk. Slowly, I started to stroke him. I ran my fingers
down the rigid shaft and back up again. I squeezed it with my
whole hand, and then stroked it again. I avoided the wet head for
the moment, and caressed his dry pole with my fingers. I moved
downward to his balls, and attended them, and came back towards the
top. I went back down, further and further, seeking the sensitive
spot at the very base of the penis near the asshole. Apparently I
“God!” he shouted. “Oh my God, oh my
God!” He was writhing now against me, thrusting his throbbing
prick against my hand, moaning with delight, pushing his prick again
and again into my willing hand. Then with an involuntary shudder,
he shot his load. Strong streams of teenage cum shot through my
fingers, landing on his naked stomach, his chest, even his
shoulder. His orgasm subsided, and I rubbed my cum-covered
fingers all over his dick and balls. Then I dried myself on his
underwear so that he would have a nice wet memory of our interlude for
the rest of the evening, and a major cum stain as a souvenir.
“Not a bad email result,” I remarked.
“That was incredible,” he replied, leaning
against me, breathing heavily. “I’ve fantasized about lots of
stuff, including you. But I never realized it could be like
this. That day in the Library, I thought I was in heaven.
But this was way better.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said, as he relaxed
further into my arms and turned to snuggle against my chest.
I heard footsteps approaching from the other end of
the hall, and fearing that it might be time for evening staff to
arrive, I had to cut our interlude short. “Get your clothes on!”
I said, as I pulled up my own pants. TJ got his on as well, and
slipped his tee shirt over his cummy chest. We gathered up our
books and left the tiny office. “I think your project is really
getting good,” I said as we exited the room. “Just make those
corrections, and check back with me, and I think that will finish it
off.” I closed the door and we walked down the hall, passing the
evening instructor who sometimes used the office.
“God! That was close!!” TJ said as we walked out of
the building. “We could have been caught with our pants down --
“Yeah, kind of gives the phrase new meaning, doesn’t
it?” I said. “Maybe we should find a better place next
time. You do want to do a next time, don’t you?”
“I sure do. After this introduction, I want to
get to the main part right away!”
“Well, think about where we can meet,” I said.
“That little office won’t work very often.”
“My roommate goes home a lot,” he said. “We
can use my room whenever he’s gone.”
“Cool,” I said. “How soon can you get rid of
“Actually, I think he’s going home for the weekend
after classes tomorrow. He’s ditching his Friday class. You
can come to my room then. 434 Creely.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “Tomorrow after
last class. I can hardly wait. In fact, it’ll be REAL hard
waiting! See you then.”
“You got that right: real hard. See
you!” He turned to go, and I pondered the possibilities as I
watched his cute ass disappear in the darkness. My cock began to
expand again, and I realized that as hard as the waiting until tomorrow
would be, the result would be even harder. And better.