Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 09:30:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt <frizbdude@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tutor's PrepSchool Primer {gay highschool}

Hey, guys, I been exchanging emails with this guy named Dalton, he said I
could post this story about his first hand experiences.  It's pretty hot.
(If you're not old enough to be reading adult stuff or get offended, don't
read this.)

<<A Tutor's Prep-School Primer, by Dalton:

I go to a conservative boarding prep school run by Jesuits.  I happen to
like guys younger than myself, the underclassmen.  That's why I picked
tutoring for my community service.  To graduate, we have to accumulate a
certain number of community service credits, and while the other seriors
are climbing over each other to get off-campus assignments so they can meet
girls or work on co-ed projects with students from our sister school,
St. Rita's, I happily volunteer to tutor younger students at our own
school.  Rather than being assigned to a specific student for the term, I
rotate, which means I take students with a single- assingment or
single-concept problem they need help with.  Lucky for me, my buddy Asher
handles the tutor scheduling, and he knows what I like.  Most guys have a
"type" that they're into.  Me, I like two varieties: a) the younger version
of myself, who has dark, handsome features, a deep tan, and sort of a
stocky, solid build; or b) the blond, milky-complected angelic type with a
smooth, slender body that's tight and defined.  Both kinds have ruddy
cheeks, a sparkle in their eyes, and those pouty red lips that want to kiss
you all over.  It's actually kind of surprising how many of these boys are
not only willing but anxious to mess around with a senior guy if they get
the chance.

Once I've met a boy, if he's worth seducing, I like to set up a tutoring
session on a Friday or Saturday night.  Instead of studying on our campus,
I'll take the kid across the road to the college that's run by the same
Jesuit order that operates our school.  We go to the library over
there--it's usually dead on a weekend night, so it's not hard to get one of
the private study carrels that the grad students usually hog.  They're not
very big, just a couple of chairs and a built-in desk, but the doors have
locks.  Over the course of the school year, my procedure has become pretty
routine.  I'll get the boy in there and sit him down and let him know right
from the start I mean business.  We're not here to jack around, I tell him,
we're going to get some serious studying done, so don't waste my time.
Then he'll pull out his book and his assignment sheet and this spiral
notebook, and I'll sit down really close to him, leaning into him to get a
good look at his assignement.  There's not a lot of room in the carrel, and
they almost never object to me pressing my chest and leg against them, I
think they figure it's normal, that this is how we confer about the
subject, or that it's because the space is so small.  I love feeling a
guy's heat and nervous energy as I press up against him.  These places are
not too well ventilated, so before too long, it starts getting pretty warm
in there.  So I loosen my tie and unbutton the collar of my shirt.  In a
little while, I say something about it being too hot and pull off my tie.
Usually, the boy will follow suit; if he doesn't, I tell him he can take
his tie off, too, if he wants.  He almost always will, and I generally take
this as a green flag to procede.

I really do make an effort to help the kid understand whatever algebraic
equation or grammatical priciple or whatever he's stumped with, and I don't
usually have any problems getting any particular kid to see the light.  I
try to pace it so we're pretty much done about halfway into the session.
That's when I take my uniform shirt off, so I'm just in my undershirt.  I
wear them a size too small so they show off my build, especially my pecs,
and accentuate my upper arms.  At times I will have built up a sweat, which
makes the white cotton material cling to me even more.  This invariably
gets the kid's attention, especially since I go right back to leaning
against him.  I can tell he's distracted, because he's not concentrating
and acts sort of nervous.  They almost never take off their shirt without
prompting.  So I'll say something like, Why don't you take off your shirt,
it's a lot more comfortable in this heat.  Most kids go ahead and take it
off, which is great because not many of them wear understhirts, so now I'm
face-to-face with this smooth, firm chest.  This is where I suggest we take
a study break, and from here my tactics will diverge, depending on the
individual guy.

When we're walking across the road, I'll try to find out what some of his
interests are.  Now is when that information comes in handy.  If he's
interested in weight training, I'll bring that up, and he'll usually start
asking me questions about lifting.  I'll explain some of my techniques and
some of the muscle groups I'm concentrating on at the time, at which point
I'll take off my understhirt to make it easier for him, since he's checking
out my physique anyway.  If he looks like he wants to touch instead of just
look at my chest or my arms or whatever, I'll tell him he can, and
sometimes that leads right into something else.  Or I'll start talking
about his body and pointing out what he can work on and what exercises will
help him the most.  Then I have him try some of the lifting motions, and
I'll put my hands on him to show him the proper form and technique.  If he
doesn't already have an obvious boner by this point, he'll get one fast
now, and I always seize that opportunity.  I'll draw attention to it, and
he'll usually be embarassed.  I'll tell him, hey, it's natural and he's
just excited, nothing wrong if feels turned on getting touched by me.  I
say I do feel kind of responsible, since I helped create the problem, so
maybe I should help remedy it, and it goes on from there....

A lot of times they try to pretend this is their first time to mess around
with a guy.  But I know better.  I was a freshman once too, staying in the
same dorm they're living in right now, so I know all about what goes on
inside those walls late at night--and even in the middle of the day, when
nobody happens to be around!

If the boy's not interested in weights or sports in particular, I might
just say stay in your seat and relax, I'll rub your shoulders to help
relieve some tension.  I'll massage his delts and his neck, maybe work on
his arms, then move down his back.  My techinique is guaranteed to give him
a hard on, and I'll just put my face by his ear and whisper to him to relax
and take it easy as I move my massage to the front of his pants and
continue the rubdown.  Before long, his clothes are pushed out of the way
and I've got a stiff fourteen- or fifteen-year- old cock in my fist.  While
my right hand firmly jacks him with steady strokes, my left hand explores
his torso, my palm slightly rough on his smooth, warm skin.  I alternate
between grazing my fingers lightly over the whole area and massaging
specific spots like his firm pecs or his flat belly, and also gently
pinching his little nips.  This always gets him moaning faintly.  About now
I just can't wait anymore, so I pull his chair away from the desk and kneel
next to him, burying my face in his crotch and slurping his dick into my
mouth.  These guys range anywhere from about four inches to close to six,
which is plenty for me.  I love sucking on a boy's prick, and what boy
doesn't like to have his prick sucked?  Even a straight one, he's not
getting it from anywhere else, except his own hand or maybe his dorm
buddy's, and if he wants to close his eyes, put his head back and pretend
it's some bitch who's going down on him, that's fine with me.  No matter
what's going on in his mind, his teen cum tastes the same to me.

A "straight" one isn't typically aggressive, he'll just let me suck him off
and maybe feel him up some.  After he squirts, he's usually relaxed enough
that he'll let me keep massaging his chest and legs and stuff.  I can
generally get him hard again (most times he stays hard!) where he's still
sitting in a chair or lying on the floor.  I'll start sucking on him again
while I stick my fingers in my tight asshole to loosen it up.  I tell him
to spit in my hand and I smear that over my hole, then position myself over
him with his nubby cockhead right at my opening and lower myself onto his
rod.  Sometimes the kid is watching as I sit on his hard dick, sometimes
his eyes are closed, but either way, his prick will always stay stiff as it
slides between my buns and up my chute.  Pretty soon I'm sitting all the
way down on his lap, filled up with the throbbing meat of this straight
fourteen-year-old version of a muscle-stud, and I start to pull off again,
until just his mushroom head is plugging my pucker, then I sit down again
and repeat, gradually increasing the pace until I'm riding this sexy kid's
boner for all it's worth.

A really straight one will try to tell me he's just extra horny because his
girlfriend at St. Rita's went on a study trip out of town and he hasn't
gotten any pussy for a couple of weeks, but I know my fuckhole is better
than any cunt he's even dreamed of.  The smile on his face tells me that.
By then, his eyes'll usually be closed and he's really getting into it in
spite of his straight self, and he's thrusting his narrow hips to jab his
tool up to meet my downward push.  The feeling of his wood deep inside me
is just incredible, and he'll be making those noises in his throat like an
animal that's almost out of control.  By now, I'm stroking my own meat and
even though my nutsac has drawn up really tight at the base of my shaft,
it's still getting smashed against the kid's pubic patch with each downward
plunge because I'm sitting all the way down hard on his bone every time.
Sometimes if the boy's not too hung up on "straight," I'll put his hand on
my cock and get him to beat it for me, in sync with our fucking.  I can see
in his face when he's getting close, it gets all contorted, and that pushes
me closer, making me slam down even harder on his pole.  He growls and
thrusts up into me one final, solid time, filling me with his boyjuice as
his hand milks out jet after jet of my hot spunk all over his heaving,
smooth, sweaty pecs and abs.  After that, a straight kid is usually
grateful enough to let me lick off his chest and feed him my cum with my
tongue.

Other times, the kid knows he wants me from the start, and he may be shy
about it, but it still comes across loud and clear.  When I pick up those
signals, I take a different course.  I'm gonna be his stud upperclassman
boyfriend for the next halfhour, and he's gonna get the ride of his life.
This is the sort of kid that doesn't hesitate to touch my muscles when I
invite him to.  As he's following the contour of my pec with his fingertips
or gripping my bulging bicep, I'll look him dead in the eye and say, What
do you think?  You like how those hard, strong muscles feel in your hand,
huh?  The really naughty ones will get this dirty smile on their face, the
shy ones sort of blush and look away.  If they start to take their hand
away, I grab hold of it and press it against me again. and tell them, Keep
going, that's nice.  I'm kind of sore, it feels good when you rub me.  It
doesn't usually take much encouraging, even with the shy ones, for them to
start getting into it.  The shy kid will start giving me a rubdown, and if
he hesitates too long with getting into my pants, I'll tell him to undress
me.  That's genrally all it takes with that type.  And the eager ones don't
waste any time, they just dive right in.  When they finally get my dick
between their hot little lips, I can tell that some of these boys have more
exprerience than others, but it always gives me a charge to feel that wet,
darting tongue and eager mouth attacking my piece.  I'm right at six inches
long and about two inches wide, so one of these guys doesn't usually have
too much trouble, although I have made a couple of the smaller ones gag,
poking the back of their throat.

I like the way different ones blow me.  One'll just lick my meat up and
down, over and over, while he squeezes my nuts, until I squirt.  Another
boy will wrap his lips tight around it and slide on and off again and again
until I spew all over his tongue.  One kid locked on my rod with his mouth
all the way at the root, his nose buried in my bush, and sucked with a
slow, steady rhythm, gripping the whole thing in a constant, strong
suction, kind of massaging my shaft and head with his mouth until I blew my
wad down his throat.  He may have been one of the ones that slipped a
finger in my tight butthole while he worked on my pecker, too.  Another kid
will be more passive and just let me face-fuck him, as I hold his head with
my hands and gradually pound his hot mouth faster and harder until my shaft
is doubly rigid and he's choking on the head while it spurts a generous
load of my thick white pudding all over his tonsils.  After I drop my load
in a boy's mouth, I usually like to kiss him and swirl my tongue around in
my own jizz.

It's pretty standard that if a boy sucks me off, then I'm going to fuck his
ass.  A couple of times they put up a little resistance, like they thought
it wasn't a good idea, but it doesn't usually take much to break down their
inhibitions.  In that case, I'll go down on him and suck his hard piece
long enough to start probing his tight little pucker, and once I'm
finger-fucking his butthole with about three fingers, he's ready, willing,
and even eager.  If he's close to coming, I'll jack him the rest of the way
with my hand and aim it so he shoots his cream all over my pecker.  Then I
turn him around and bend him over the desk and use his own spunk as lube
when I ram my pole into him in one forceful stroke.  I'm usually rougher at
first with the type of kid that was reluctant to begin with, because he
needs breaking in.  After a while, I'll ease up and lean over him while I'm
still sliding my hard on in and out of his tight little rear and whisper
gentle things in his ear, tell him I love him and call him baby.  I'll lick
and nibble his neck and suck on his earlobe as I implant my seed deep in
his guts.  If he was a little bitch instead, I'd be a daddy now.

The boy that was eager at first, I'll start out kind of tame with him and
gradually work into a frenzy.  Before long, I'm yanking at his hair and
holding him by the shoulders as I hammer his sore butt without mercy.  With
every stroke, I'm burying my bone deeper than he's ever had it before, even
from his big brother or his neighbor in the Marines or whatever, I'm
driling my dick all the way home, then at the last minute, I pull out, whip
him around, and blast my spooge all over his face and mouth and hair, then
use my bone to smear it in.  I don't let him up until he licks me
completely clean.  That's a kid that tries to get a tutoring session with
me again the next week.  But I'm always in demand.>>

If anybodys interested, Dalt sent another one about this one guy Ryan he's
got together with several times. Email me at frizbdude@yahoo.com and I'll
post it.
--Matt