Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2018 03:30:56 -0700
From: donnyperez@secmail.pro
Subject: Helping me out (Part 1)

Helping me out

DISCLAIMERS: This story is totally fictional, but I prefer stories that
seem real, so don't expect anything too strange. This story is longer than
my previous one. And it has a slower build up toward sex. Maybe too much
for some. Don't worry, it has explicit sex scenes (in chapter two), but
also some character developing about doubts, feelings and sexuality. I
think we all can relate to that. It's more a romantic/erotic kind of
story. If you get turned on by stories that slowly build up, then this is
for you.

This is intended for adults. If you are not comfortable with explicit sex
or this stories are not legal where you live, then don't read them.

English is not my native language. I hope I made no mistakes.

This is a fantasy, I do not condone having sex with a minor in real life.

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I had never been alone in Alex's house, and I was a bit nervous. Alex was
a college student, he was helping me out with Maths, or more exactly
tutoring me, or well... something like that. My mom paid him a small fee
for his classes. I usually went to his house with my friend Leo. He was
the one that suggested I should start studying with them and my mother was
in for the idea. She was not pleased with my grades in Maths, so we
started after Christmas.

Alex had said I should go to this class alone because I was stuck with the
latest assingments and I was holding Leo behind schedule. But that was
nonsense. I had been far behind Leo since the beginning, but now I had
almost catched up. I knew that was not the reason, but I was almost sure
what the real one was.

Alex greeted me as cordially as ever as we sat in his living room. He had
rented a really small and old apartment but he could afford to have his
own place that way, teaching classes to kids like me or doing other small
odd jobs.

"Before we start with the Maths, I have to ask you something", he said
smiling but looking me directly in the eyes.

"What is it?", I said, trying to sound calm.

"What kind of relationship do you think I have with Leo?".

I wasn't expecting him to be so direct. I think I went a bit pale. I
looked down rummaging in my bag. I knew this was the reason he wanted me
alone that afternoon.

"Ummm. What? I don't understand. Why are are you asking me this?... You
are giving us Math lessons", I mumbled with a small voice.

"And?".

"And? What do you mean? I don't know... Maybe you are... friends?" I
hadn't intended that to come out as a question, but it was appropriate.

"So, why were you following us the other day?".

"I wasn't", I answered almost too quickly.

"Yes, you were. I know you saw us in the entrance hall. You are not as
discreet as you think you are".

Yes I had followed them. I had started getting suspicious. They were
always so close during classes, almost intimate when they thought I wasn't
paying attention. And some days, Leo was there before I arrived, instead
of walking there with me. I had tried to coax Leo into telling me about
Alex, but he hadn't. And the other day, in the evening, I had seen them
walking together, too close, whispering to each other. I had to know more,
so I followed them. And then, yes. I had seen Alex kiss Leo on the lips.
And I had run away, not sure if they had seen me.

They had, it seemed.

"I wasn't... really. I didn't see a thing...".

"So you admit you were spying on us".

"No! Really... I don't care what you do together... If you do... Well, I
mean... I don't care".

"Yes, you do. And I want to know why".

"Can't we start with Maths?".

"Tell me first".

I was cornered. There was no use to keep pretending I hadn't seen them
anymore. I felt myself blushing.

"But Leo... Leo is not... gay?". Again, I didn't want that to come out as
a question. But it was appropriate.

"I don't know and I don't care. And most importantly, it doesn't matter",
he said.

I stared at him blankly. "But you were... kissing. And he's here all the
time... and...and..." I trailed off.

"All the time? You've been following him?". I shook my head. I just wanted
to disappear. "So, you want me to say that he's gay and that we are
boyfriends? That's not the case".

"But then...?".

"Look, you boys are too afraid to be labelled as gay. Society is too close
minded. You always think you need to act all macho and straight. That's
ridiculous. There's nothing wrong in being intimate with a friend. Most
people are bisexual, at least partially, and there's nothing wrong with
that. It's natural to feel curious, specially at your age". He let that
information sink, holding my gaze. "Are you curious, David?", he asked me
then.

"What? Why...!? No! Why would I...? Curious! What's that?! What do you
mean?! That's not even a thing...". He had catched me off guard, and it
showed. I was nervous. Truly terrified at the implications of what he
said. Mostly because I was really curious, but I was confused above all. I
had kissed a girl last summer and I had liked it. She had been my
girlfriend of sorts for like... two weeks. That proved I wasn't gay,
didn't it? But curious? Bisexual? That was only more confusing.

"Relax, Dave", he said smiling, using my shortened name this time. "See?
This is what I mean. You feel you have to act all offended by what I said,
denying it frantically as if your life depended on it. You are
overreacting, really, and you know that".

Again, he let those words sink, stretching the silence between us, holding
my gaze. I blushed crimson. I could feel it. I was looking for something
to say and finding no words. He looked sympathetic. Almost worried.

"Do you want to know what I think?", he continued calmly, I could tell he
was choosing his words carefully. "I think you are curious, but you are
too afraid to talk about it, maybe even to admit it to yourself. I think
you want to... experiment with your friends, and you know what I mean when
I say experiment. And you should not feel ashamed because of that. You are
thirteen, for God's sake!".

Again he made a small pause, looking at me, seeing how I reacted before he
continued.

"The only thing that really matters when it comes to sex, is respect.
Don't ever do anything you don't want and respect what others want. Sex
can be only a game or it can be something more serious, and what it is and
what it implies only depend on your partner and you. But bear in mind that
human beings are wired to feel connected, specially through sex. So it is
always better if you do it with someone at least you care a little for.
You don't need to be afraid of sex, but go at your own pace. If you ever
want to talk about this, you just have to come see me, I am not angry at
you. I am free mostly at the end of the day. But don't play the fool on me
anymore. And don't spy on people. You are not as good a spy as you may
think".

That finally elicited an embarrassed smile on my part. "Ok", I mumbled.

"Now, open your notebook and let's start working".

I had more questions. Load more questions. But I opened my notebook and
set to work. Leo arrived far before the hour was over and it was almost as
if we had come together. Y sensed he knew about the conversation I had
with Alex. He was expecting questions, but I was too shy to ask him
anything.

That night, in bed, I had a wank thinking about the implications of what
Alex had told me. Thinking about he and Leo experimenting together.
Imagining me and Leo experimenting, though I didn't know what we would do
in that case. But I came hard and went to sleep feeling even more
confused.

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Almost three weeks went by before I mustered the courage to go see Alex
alone at the end of the day like he suggested. Easter holidays were about
to begin and my grades had gone up in Maths in the second term, so my
parents were happy. We were not expected to resume our Maths lessons until
the begining of the next term. So I felt it was a good time to go to his
house without Leo.

I was afraid someone would see me there, as if they would be able to tell
why I was visiting Alex at this time of the day. So after some hesitating
I knocked gently on the door.

Alex opened up at once, almost like he had been there waiting for me.

"Why didn't you use the doorbell?", he asked, letting me inside. I just
shrugged. "Were you afraid of coming?". I shrugged again. "Ok, come to the
living room".

This time we sat on the couch. The TV was on and Alex brought two drinks
from the kitchen. I didn't know how to start, so I just sipped my drink,
watching the TV and looking sideways at Alex, who was patiently waiting.
Finally, he decided he needed to get things rolling.

"So... do you have any problems with Maths? I think your last exam was
good enough?".

"Yes, my parents are very happy. I have come because... Well... Do you
remember what we talked about? Last time...?".

"Yes, go along".

"I don't think I am gay".

I kept in silence for a few long seconds, embarrassed.

"But you are not sure", he said. It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, right, but... How...?".

"You donīt need to be sure. Just go along with what you want to do.
Remember, respect is the key word".

"It's not that easy. I mean... You... Well... You and Leo?".

"What is it?".

"How did you...? I mean...".

"I can't tell you a lot of that. It's private stuff. Let's just say that
he was worried, and a bit hurt, and he needed someone to talk. And he had
a lot of doubts, and was curious about things. And that started all".

"So... it was during your classes?".

"You can say he learnt more than Maths in my classes, yes", he said
smiling. "But donīt go telling his parents".

I shook my head, amazed. "So... you are a sex teacher or what?". He
laughed, and it was contagious. I found myself laughing a bit too.

"Itīs not like that", he said finally.

"So... he knew you were gay?".

"I am not gay. I am bi. And yes, I told him about that when he asked about
it".

"Didn't you mind him knowing?".

"No. I trusted him, and he trusted me with his problems, and he needed
that trust. So we made an agreement".

"An agreement?".

"I would teach him stuff, but only if he excelled at Maths and he would
have to trust me completely and come clean to me. And we would be only
friends helping each other. Nothing more".

"What does that mean?".

"I cannot be a boyfriend for him. I told him he needed to find a friend
his own age. He just didn't know how to adress that, and even had no clue
what he wanted to learn, so to speak. He is way too shy. But he wanted to
experiment things, and complained that he had no one to do that things
with".

"And he asked you to?".

"He didnīt ask me outright. As I said, your friend's too shy. But it was
clear he wanted to".

"So it just happened".

"Yes. After we talked about it. I think he is now prepared to move on".

I sat in silence again, engrossed in my own thoughts, but looking intently
at the TV.

"So... then... Would you...?".

"Would I what?", he said smiling.

"You know... Teach me stuff?". I knew I was furiously blushing again.

"Is that what you really want?".

"Well... I think so? Itīs... a bit scary and all... but... Yeah?".

He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for a moment.

"Ok. But not today. Why don't you come on saturday morning? At 10. Think
about this. And we can talk about what you want to do".

I left the apartment feeling a bit stupid and with a
I-hope-not-so-obvious-erection trapped in my pants. I don't know what I
was expecting, but I felt a bit dejected. I had taken days and days to be
brave and go there and now nothing had happened. He didn't even kissed me.
I couldn't understand why, but I felt jealous. I wanted him to like me
just the way he liked Leo. I knew Leo was cuter than me but...

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On Saturday morning I was there. This time I used the doorbell and again
he opened the door at once. Really fast.

"What are we going to do? What is lesson 1?", I asked, eager to get things
started.

"So, you made your mind".

"Yes!".

"And you want this".

"Yes! Come on! What are we going to do? Tell me!". It was obvious I was
covering my nervousness and doubts appearing to be eager.

Again, Alex seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for a few seconds.

"For now, just strip".

"What?".

"You heard me. Strip. If we are going to do this, you cannot be that shy".

"And you? Aren't you shy too?", I demanded.

"I will strip once you are nude. If you cannot even get naked in front of
me, how are we going to do anything? This is what you wanted. Am I
right?".

"Yeah... But...".

"Look, I get it. It's a big step. That's why you need a friend your own
age too. Someone you can trust, someone you know well".

"But... What about you and Leo?".

"That was something that developed over a number of days. And in the end,
he trusted me enough as to get naked. You cannot expect things to just
happen like that. You need to slow down, and think this through".

"Oh... But... I have thought...I want this".

"Then strip", he said again. "Or we can talk some more if you prefer".

I think he was disappointed to see me starting to take my clothes off. But
I was horny, and determined to keep things going. I couldn't understand
why he had asked me to come if he didn't want this to happen. I needed it
to happen. I was down to my underwear in no time.

"Have you talked about this with Leo?", asked Alex finally. He was eyeing
the bulge in my briefs. I was totally boned up. And so nervous I was even
shaking a bit.

"With Leo? No..." He looked away, sighing. "Don't you like me? If you
prefer being with Leo, then... I should go".

"No, wait. Come, sit with me". I remained standing in my briefs, feeling
stupid, in the middle of the living room. I felt like I was about to cry.

"Leo is your friend. I am a bit surprised that you haven't talked with him
about this".

"And why should I!?", I almost shouted. Now I was starting to be angry. I
had trusted Alex and now I felt betrayed and humiliated. "He had this
thing going on for months, and never told me! He knew when you spoke to
me, didn't he? He knew I catched you, and never explained a thing. He've
been in my group of friends since forever and he doesn't trust me! He's a
liar!".

I really hadn't realized how I felt about Leo until I started speaking. I
was crying now, and that added a new layer to my humiliation and
annoyance. "And you want me to think? I have thought. A lot. I do nothing
but think about this! It took a lot to come here and ask you. I thought
you wanted me. I thought this was a good idea. But don't worry. I am
leaving. You can call him instead. I get it!". I started to get dressed
back. But Alex put his hands in my shoulders, stopping me. He spoke
forcefully. Made me stop in my tracks.

"You are behaving like an idiot! Haven't you thought that maybe he was
scared of telling you? Haven't you thought that maybe he was embarrased
about the whole thing? Do you think this was easy for Leo? Have you
thought how many nights he has gone through the whole conversation in his
head, trying to find a good way to tell you?".

"No...". I was a little embarrassed now.

"Well, I can tell you he was scared, and felt lonely... That's why he came
to me. Do you know who he really wanted to experiment with?".

Silence stretched for several seconds. And then I heard a noise behind me.
And there, in the door of the living room, was Leo, standing in his
underwear, crying.

"Don't go, please! Don't be mad! I can explain...".

TO BE CONTINUED