Date: Sat, 24 Jul 1999 12:51:55 PDT
From: decal <decal02@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tutoring Billy 2

Tutoring Billy
by decal (decal02@hotmail.com)

Part II

The next morning I called and left a message that I was sick and wouldn't
be able to tutor that day.  I couldn't get up the courage to simply tell
them I wasn't coming back.  Anyway, I did feel sick, very sick deep down in
my gut and soul.  "What the fuck is going on?" I kept asking myself as I
dragged myself through my classes.

When my buddy Ray asked if I was OK, I shouted at him to mind his own
business.  He gave me the one finger salute with a smile and calmly said,
"Don't take her out on me, Squirrel."  (Yeah, Squirrel...that's what my
frat bros called me.  No, I won't tell you why!)

"What's this 'her' shit," I fired back.

"Gwyn...eth...Mat...son," Ray said very slowly.  "Messin' with your mind,
isn't she?"

"Who do you think you are, some kind of mind-reader?"

"Look," Ray said as he stepped up to me and put a hand on my shoulder, "I
hear that the last tutor for her brat took it real hard when she let him
go.  Some foxes aren't worth it, Squirrel.  Talk to me when you're ready."

"It's not what you think," I replied.

"When you're ready," Ray said as picked up his book-bag and started for the
front door.

"She didn't let me go, but I'm not going back," I whispered to his back as
he opened the door and left.  When I got to my room, there were messages
from both Gwen and Billy telling me to hurry and get well.

That night my confusion over Billy had me screwing this girl I wasn't
really interested in.  Betty had pursued me for over a year, and I finally
let her into my pants.  She was hot in bed, really hot, but when we were
having sex, my head was alternately filled with images of Billy's bulging
underpants and of his mother's fingers buried in her snatch as she watched
the video of Arnie fucking her.  And when I came, it was with the memory of
waking up with Billy's head on my chest and his hand over my piss hard-on.
That really shook me up badly.  For the next couple of days I masturbated a
lot, forcing myself to think about Betty...and when that didn't work, Gwyn.
I did everything I could to keep Billy out of my mind.  But still he crept
in to both excite and upset me.

Long about the third day, I began to think about that video of me jerking
off by the pool...the one Gwyn was watching when I fled the house.  The
thought of Gwyn watching it as she fingered her clit began to give me
erections.  It happened first in a particularly boring econ lecture.  I got
so fuckin' hard and excited that I couldn't keep my hand off it.
Fortunately no one was sitting nearby, so they couldn't see what I was
doing.  Under the cover of a sweatshirt I managed to get one button of my
501s undone and reached my index finger in to rub around the swollen head
of my dick through my Jockeys.  I came quickly, and it took everything I
had to remain still as I flooded my briefs with a load of hot cum.  'Jeez,'
I thought, a little bit embarrassed, 'haven't done that since I was in
junior high.'  After the class I called Betty.  Within an hour I had her on
her back, screaming in passion, as I plowed my thick 9 inches deep into her
sex.  Gwyn and only Gwyn filled my mind as I plowed her and shot my wad.
Just as I had hoped and prayed...Billy had been just this little
infatuation and now it was over.

When push came to shove, however, I finally convinced myself that no matter
what the working conditions, I really did need that money.  So a week
later, before going to bed, I called and left a message that I was feeling
better and would be there the next afternoon.

I was nervous with excitement as I walked up to the Matson mansion.  Would
she be there? I wondered, hoping that she would.  I wanted her real bad.  I
was wearing an old, faded pair of Levi's that groin-wise left little to the
imagination.  My frat bros always knew I was on the make when I wore them.
They were right.  Ray whistled low and long when he passed me as I headed
out to my car.

"Gwyn...eth?" he said with a look of concern.  I couldn't suppress a grin.
"Don't get your tail burned, Squirrel."

"Go screw thyself!" I shouted back playfully.

I was back to my old self, and, god, did it feel good.  As I reached to
press the doorbell, the front door suddenly opened.

"Oh, you're here!" Gwyn exclaimed.  Dressed in a simple blue cotton dress,
she looked like she was set to leave.

"Yeah, all well and ready for duty," I replied, my thumbs hooked in my
front pockets, my fingers outlining the large mound of my genitals.  Just
seeing her had my dick tingling.  It was starting to grow.

"Good God, you sure are!" she said softly, her eyes moving down my body and
coming to rest at my hands.  I pushed my hips out slightly.  She gasped and
stepped back to let me in.

Gwyn slammed the door and dropped her purse and car keys.  We were in each
other's arms immediately, our mouths together and tongues struggling for
supremacy.  My hands were all over her ass; hers were all over mine.  I
knew how much I wanted her, but what I wasn't really prepared for was how
she much she wanted me.  No question that this was going to be hot, fast
and animal.  Our kissing grew even more intense.  I pulled up the back of
her dress and began roughly squeezing her ass cheeks first through her silk
panties, then under them to the bare, firm skin.  She tried but my Levi's
were too tight for her to get her hands down the back.  She got her hands
between us and started working on my belt.  Stepping back a bit, I let go
of her ass and helped her open my jeans.  Gwyn dropped to her knees,
grabbed the waist of my Levi's and tore them down off my hips, bringing
with them my briefs.  She expertly devoured my erection.  I quite simply
couldn't believe it.  No one had ever taken half its length and here she
was almost to the root.  I steadied myself by leaning over and holding on
to her shoulders.

"God, oh god, oh god," I muttered feverishly as she sucked my manhood.  In
no time she had me very close to unloading.  Right on the verge, I somehow
managed to push her away and down onto the floor.  I stood over her my
saliva-slick 9-inches throbbing and pulsing.  She pulled up her dress and
with a quick yank, ripped open her panties, exposing her sex to me.  She
lifted her hips toward me, inviting me.

"God, Andy...quickly," she cried out.

I dropped to my knees between her widely-spread legs.  I positioned the
head of my cock at her cunt lips.  I looked into her upturned face.  She
mouthed the words, "DO IT."  I sunk my rod into her with one swift,
almost-brutal plunge.  She lunged at me and screamed, throwing her arms
around my back and digging her finger nails into my skin.  I fucked her
hard and deep as she whimpered, "Don't stop, oh, never stop" over and over.
I don't know how long we fucked.  It couldn't have been long, but it felt
like forever.  Then I felt it, that surge held deep in my balls, struggling
to break free.  She must have sensed it, too, because she began to buck up
against me, trying to drive my hardness even deeper into her sex.  The
moment came, the floodgates opened and I groaned loudly and long, filling
her with my juices.  Her orgasm hit then and she became a writhing wildcat
below me, screaming and sobbing as he thrashed against my now painfully
sensitive organ.  Finally we collapsed into each other, drained of energy,
passion exhausted, breathing heavily.  Then it was quiet, very quiet.

Gwyn stirred a bit below me.  I slowly opened my eyes and focused on my
wrist.  My watch told me it had been less than 10 minutes since I reached
for the doorbell.  I eased my cock out of her and rolled over onto my back.
A minute or so passed.  Gwyn sat up and looked down at me.

"Gotta run, stud," she said matter-of-factly, almost coldly.

Gwyn stood up and went to the hall mirror.  She reached under her dress,
pulled her torn panties off and tossed them in my direction.

"Souvenir?" she asked with a slight grin.  "Now, go out to the pool and get
cleaned up.  Billy's upstairs waiting for you."

To say the least, my mind was reeling.  One moment: mad, passionate lover;
the next: cool, efficient employer.  I watched her in disbelief as she
straightened out her dress and worked with her hair.

"It'll have to do," she said looking in the hall mirror.  "Can't keep Arnie
waiting.  Now you get along, boy, and do what I'm paying you to do."

With that she picked up her purse and car keys, opened the front door and
was gone.  My confusion turned to anger very quickly then.  I fumed as I
sat there kicking off my shoes and pulling off the Levi's and briefs that
were still around my ankles.  "Where does she get off calling me 'boy'?" I
muttered to myself as I headed out to the swimming pool, my clothes under
my arm.  I was confused, embarrassed and hurt.  'What a fuckin' bitch,' I
thought as a dived into the pool and did lap after lap, losing count around
20.  When I finally pulled myself out of the pool, I was still pissed off
big time but knew that I would fuck that bitch again given the chance.
'God, what a friggin' fool I am,' I thought and laughed.

I glanced up and saw Billy in the upstairs window.  He did nothing to hide
himself this time.  I waved.  He lifted his hand and gave me the finger.
Then he was gone.  "Oh, Jesus, what's the fuck's wrong with him?" I said
out loud.  I finger-combed my hair and pulled on my clothes.  'I've just
gone from ecstasy to the depths,' I thought, 'and now I've got to deal with
his shit.'

As I passed back through the house on the way to the stairs to the second
floor, I spotted Gwyn's torn panties.  I went over and picked them up, gave
them a good, long smell, and stuffed them into my back pocket.  As I headed
up the stairs, something Gwyn said finally registered.  I had been so
incensed by her calling me 'boy' that I missed her saying something about
keeping Arnie waiting.  'Now, what's that all about?' I asked myself.
Before I could think anymore about it, I was at Billy's closed door.

I knocked.  No answer.  I knocked again.  Then again.

"Go away!" Billy finally called out.

"Hey, come on," I responded, "let's get started."

"Go away!" Billy repeated, only louder.

"I'm coming in, Billy," I said, trying to be calm.  I wasn't.

I heard a thump, then footsteps.  The bedroom door opened.  There stood
Billy, his hair disheveled, wearing a faded Stanford T-shirt and gray
sweatpants.  The shades were pulled; the room behind him was dark.

"What do you want?" he demanded.  I noticed his eyes.  They were red and
swollen.

"It's called tutoring," I shot back.  "Remember?"

"That's not what you want, you prick!"

"What the fuck..." I started.

"Yeah, that's right.  F-U-C-K.  The big college stud wants to F-U-C-K the
bitch G-W-Y-N."  Billy spat each letter out with a venom I didn't possible
for a teen-age boy.  "And did he get his wish?  Oh, yesssss.  How did you
like shoving your big C-O-C-K up her dirty C-U-N-T?"  Without waiting for
an answer, he spun around and disappeared into the darkness of his room.

"Now see here, brat, that's no way to speak about your mother," I said,
still trying to stay calm, and went in after him.

Suddenly Billy attacked.  Half-screaming, half-crying, he started striking
at me with both fists.  He got me once in the face, the rest against my
chest.  I finally subdued him by pulling him tightly against me.  His body
started heaving with great sobs.

"What do you want?" he kept saying over and over again, his voice muffled
by my chest.  I had no idea what was going on.

"I want to tutor you," I replied softly.

Suddenly Billy pushed me away and screamed, "Liar!!!"  He kicked me hard in
the shin, and when I doubled over in pain, he got his fist squarely to my
jaw.  The blow wasn't all that hard but it was enough to throw me off
balance.  When I hit the floor, Billy was on top of me, his fists flying.

"Gwyn.  It's Gwyn you want," he screamed down at me as I fought off his
blows and tried to grab his arms.  I finally got control of him and spun
him over onto his back.  I got on top of him and held him down at the
elbows.  He fought fiercely below me to get free.

"Gwyn.  It's Gwyn you want."  He was sobbing again.  "What about me?
What...about...me?"

It was suddenly very quiet, the only sound, our labored breathing.

"What...what do you mean?" I asked, now very fearful of where this was all
going.

"You are such a dumb ass!" Billy spat out.  Then he started to softly cry.

"Don't cry, Billy," I said softly.  I let go of his left elbow and started
stroking his face, feeling the dampness of his tears.  He turned his face
away, trying to escape my touch.  I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Please, Billy..."  He turned his face back and our lips met.  Our kisses
were gentle, just lips to lips for a long time.  Then our tongues began
exploring each other's faces, finally reaching deeply into each other's
mouths.  Then we rested in each other's arms.  At one point Billy reached
between my legs.  Yes, I was hard.  He gently stroked me through my Levis.

"I...I love you, Andy," Billy whispered.

I know he felt me tense up because he tensed, too.

"I know."  It wasn't enough, but that's all I could say.  I kissed him long
and deeply to tell him what I couldn't say in words.  We lay there in each
other's arms for a long time.  I thought he'd fallen asleep.

"I gotta piss," Billy said abruptly.  He got up turned on the desk light
and headed to the bathroom.  I wondered if he'd jerk off in there, like
he'd done so often before.  But no.  The toilet flushed and moments later
he was standing over me, now stripped of his clothes, his dick, thick and
hard, sticking 6+ inches straight out from his groin.

I sat up and reached for his cock and started fondling him.  I had never
handled another's guy penis before.  As I realized how much I'd wanted to
do this, I fought the inner voices of condemnation and ridicule that rose
up inside me.  Billy, however, didn't give me any time to think.  He
dropped down beside me and pulled off my shirt.  Then he opened my pants.
I lay back and lifted my ass, and he pulled my Levi's down.  He took off my
shoes and socks and finished taking off my jeans.  Then he lay down between
my legs and snuggled his face up against the hardness in my Jockeys.  I
reached down and took his head, pressing and rubbing his face against my
cotton-covered cock.  Billy's opened his mouth and started gently biting
and chewing on the hidden shaft.

"Oh, Billy, that feels so good," I whispered.

I guided his mouth to my cock-head.  As he mouthed it, I knew he was
getting the bittersweet taste of my pre-cum, which I oozed freely and
copiously when I was aroused.  Billy pushed the waistband down and wrapped
his mouth around the large mushroom head.  He managed to get his mouth an
inch or two down my shaft and expertly began tonguing the underside just
under the crown.  It flashed through my mind that this boy was no newcomer
to sucking a man's dick...just like he was no newcomer to kissing.  About
that moment Billy reached a hand under a leg opening and began to gently
massage and pull on my balls.  God, how did he know?  It wasn't long before
the churning in my balls started.

"Oh, Billy, I'm close."

He pulled a little harder on my balls and increased the sucking motion over
my cock.  Moments later I gave a small cry and released a torrent of sperm
into Billy's waiting mouth.  When my orgasm started to ease, he moved up my
body and kissed me, filling my mouth with the remains of my own
ejaculation.  Under the weight of his body, I finally started to calm and
that wonderful deep relaxation began to pass through me.  It was then that
I became aware of Billy's erection, pressing against my thigh.  Without
stopping to think, I pulled him up by his underarms.

"Scoot forward," I told him.

He did until his hard dick was before my face.  I took him and guided him
to my lips.  He pushed and I opened to my first cock.  Billy was a
jackrabbit face-fucker.  It was quick and fast and, yes, fun.  A dozen fast
plunges, a couple of quick, breathless cries and his teen-age load was
shooting down my throat.  I held him in place over me and kept mouthing his
penis as it relaxed.  I finally let him go and he eased down on his back
beside me.

"You're not circumcised," I said.

"Is that OK?" Billy asked, slight anxiety in his voice.

"Not a problem," I said quickly.  "In fact, wish I wasn't cut."

"Hey, none of that," Billy cried out.  "You're fuckin' perfect."

With that Billy flew up and pounced on me, tickling my sides.  I am very
ticklish and started to howl.  I quickly turned the tables and found him
even more ticklish than me.  We were having a great time, when suddenly
Billy froze.

"Gwyn's home," he whispered frantically.  I hadn't and couldn't hear a
thing.  I glanced over at the still open bedroom door.

We both scrambled into our clothes and somehow managed to get settled in
front of Billy's desk before we heard Gwyn's voice downstairs.

"She's drunk," Billy whispered.  There was disgust in his voice.

Then there was a man's voice saying, "Hurry up!"  To me, his loud, deep
voice carried a hint of threat, of something hard and brutal.

The two of them made a lot of noise coming up the stairs.  I was freaking
out inside, fearful of some kind of confrontation.  By contrast, Billy
seemed calm.  The voices disappeared down the hall into Gwyn's bedroom.
The door slammed.  The muffled sounds of sex followed.

"Arnie's back," Billy said softly.

End of Part II