Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2020 21:22:30 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: After Class Tutoring Part 1

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After Class Tutoring, Part 1

It was a hot day, but my only form of transportation was my bike. Luckily,
my gym shorts and t-shirt let some air circulate as I rode across
campus. As a freshman in college, I didn't have a lot of cash, and was
trying to show my parents that I could handle my studies so that maybe I
could get a part-time job to give me a little more spending money.

And that was why I was riding. I was taking Shakespeare, and it wasn't
settling in well with me. The first quiz had been bad for me. I barely got
a D. The second one was coming up at the end of next week. I couldn't
afford to do poorly in this class, so I had taken the professor up on his
offer of after-class tutoring. We had scheduled an appointment for late
afternoon, and I was riding toward his office in a small collection of
portable buildings on the edge of campus.

The professor was a nice enough guy. He was all into Shakespeare, so I knew
that I'd have to make some effort in case I was on the borderline. If I
didn't show effort, then he'd have no reason to give me the benefit of the
doubt. No one else had signed up for tutoring today, so I guess I was the
only one who needed assistance.

As I rode toward the edge of campus it grew less crowded, especially at
this time of day. There were tall trees all around, too, so there was some
shade to stall off the hot sun. I rode the sidewalk through the small
buildings, looking at the numbers on the doors. I was at least headed in
the right direction. The professor's office was in a building kind of
sitting off to one side of the others. At first I couldn't see the door,
but realized it was on the other side. I stopped and hopped off my bike,
leaning it up against a rail as I wove the chain lock through the
wheels. Then I walked up the three steps to the door and knocked.

The professor answered the door and welcomed me in. "Oh, I see you are a
bike rider," he said. "Yeah, it's my only transportation for now. I can't
have a car on campus as a freshman and I couldn't afford one anyway!' We
both chuckled. He pointed to an overstuffed chair in front of his desk and
told me to have a seat. He sat in a chair in front of me. I kind of sunk
down into the chair, but it was comfortable. The air conditioning in the
office also felt good and I cooled down immediately.

"Tell me a little bit about you," said the professor. So I told my
story. First generation college student. Loving the experience so
far. Doing okay in my classes, but also struggling with some, including
this one. "Why do you think Shakespeare is so difficult for you?" he
asked. I really didn't have a good answer. Maybe it was the old form of
English used in the writing. Maybe I wasn't knowledgeable enough about
English history to have a good context for the plays Shakespeare
wrote. Maybe I just didn't know how to study for this kind of class. I had
done well in high school and hadn't had to put in a lot of time with the
books. College was turning out to be different.

"Do you live in one of the dorms?" the professor asked. "Yeah." "Get along
with your roommate." "I guess so. We are on opposite schedules, so I really
don't see much of him." "When do you study?" The short questions and my
equally short answers continued for a few minutes until the professor had a
sense of how I was approaching my schoolwork.

Then the professor launched into an animated lecture about Shakespeare, why
he was so important, how his writing demonstrated a unique insight on life,
and what made him of such interest to the professor. It was really quite
interesting, unlike the more technical lectures in class. I guess I was
paying attention, and the professor noticed.

"So what do you think I can do to help you do better on the next quizzes?"
he asked me. "I'm not really sure," I said, kind of looking down. "You make
it sound so interesting, but that's not the feeling I get when I'm reading
for class." I apologized to the professor for not seeming to be as
interested as he was. "What you just said made it seem pretty contemporary,
but I don't get that feeling when I'm doing my homework."

The professor laughed. "You have to think of your studies like they were a
hobby," he said. "For example, do you like to ride bicycles?' he
asked. `Yeah, I do," I said. "I often ride off campus to clear my head and
work off tension." "How many miles a week do you think you ride?" he asked
me. "I'd guess a hundred or so."

"It looks like it," the professor said, the conversation taking a personal
turn. "Your leg muscles are well-developed, which shows that you ride a
lot." I hadn't noticed that before. I turned my right leg over to look at
my calf and agreed that my leg muscles were in good shape. "Do your legs
ever get sore?" he asked me. "They are sore right now," I said with a
chuckle. "It's uphill all the way to your office." We both laughed. The
professor scooted his chair closer to me. "Put your leg up on my knee," he
said. It was more of an order than a request, but not said in a domineering
way.

I lifted up my right leg and placed it on his knee. My body was still sunk
in the chair, so it wasn't an uncomfortable position. The professor wrapped
his hands around my calf and began massaging it. "Does that feel good?" he
asked. "Yeahhhhh," I kind of moaned. (My legs did hurt!) "Reading
Shakespeare should make you feel as good as it feels for me to rub your
sore leg," he said. He put my leg down and shifted his chair. "Put your
other leg up here," he said. I did as he requested, and once again he
kneaded my leg muscles, bringing relief to the tightness from riding so far
uphill. "Let's take your shoes off and then let me stretch out your thigh,"
he said. He unlaced my shoes and took them off. Then he lifted my leg by
the ankle, pushing it high overhead. He gently stretched my leg by pushing
it upward, then lessening the tension, then pushing again. He held my leg
in the upward position for about thirty seconds, then lowered it. He
shifted again and moved to the other leg, repeating the stretches. Then he
began massaging my thighs on the underside, gripping the muscles and moving
them so as to loosen the tightness. His hands inched close to the edge of
my gym shorts, but not far enough that I'd have a physical reaction. It
felt so good! He shifted back to the other leg and also began kneading my
thigh. I kind of sank back into the chair and half closed my eyes. He
really knew how to loosen the tightness. As he worked his way from my knee
up my thigh, I realized that I was starting to get an erection! I kind of
freaked out for a second and tensed up. He noticed. Softly, he said,
"relax, just relax and enjoy the feeling." I kind of sank back into the
chair as he continued to knead my thigh. The edge of his fingers worked up
to the bottom hem of my gym shorts, which were loose anyway. Occasionally
they darted up under the hem, getting closer to my now rapidly-growing
erection. He just cooed under his breath, encouraging me to relax. The only
part of me that wasn't relaxed was my freshman cock, now fully hard and
stretching my gym shorts in the front. He kept kneading my thigh, and then
his fingers were up under the hem of my gym shorts. "I can tell that you
like it," he said softly, and his hand moved a little closer to the hem of
my briefs under the gym shorts. As he kneaded my upper thigh and continued
to lightly rub under my gym shorts, I just threw caution to the wind and
totally relaxed. If the professor was going to feel me up, then he was just
going to feel me up! (Maybe it would help me get a good grade in his
class!)

I sighed audibly as he continued to rub. Then, almost imperceptibly, his
fingers darted over the edge of my briefs under my gym shorts. My cock
visibly throbbed at the closeness of his hand. "Ahhh, you DO like it," he
whispered. Then, thanks to the looseness of my gym shorts, his hand reached
in and covered my crotch on the outside of my briefs. His hand was directly
on top of my hard cock. He gently rubbed me and squeezed me through the
cotton. I continued to moan under my breath and squirmed a bit as he rubbed
my cock through the fabric. "Yessssss....." he whispered as he continued to
rub and squeeze me.

If I hadn't already resigned myself to letting the professor touch me, I
would have been terrified.  The feeling was heavenly and he also certainly
seemed to be enjoying himself. He gave my hard cock another gentle squeeze
through my briefs and then removed his hand. He gently patted me on my
thigh and whispered, "let's get these off." He lowered my leg to the floor
and softly said, "lift up your hips." I did so and he deftly slid my gym
shorts down and pulled them off my feet. I was now stretched out in the
chair in just my t-shirt and briefs, my turgid cock straining the
fabric. The professor got in between my legs and began rubbing my left leg
with one hand and my right leg with the other. He rubbed long strokes up
and around my calves and to my thighs. He rubbed the inside of my thighs
all the way up to the "v" in my crotch, both hands then rubbing lightly
over my hard cock, squeezing and lightly stroking through the briefs, then
continuing back down the inside of my legs. I was almost gasping from the
pleasure. "Let's take these off, too," he whispered as he groped me through
the briefs. He stood up, and I lifted my hips again and he gently slipped
the briefs down, my hard cock flopping with a whap up onto my stomach. He
took my briefs all the way off and tossed them to the side, then got back
in between my legs on his knees. He continued to rub the inside of my legs
all the way up to my crotch, then lifted my balls and rubbed each of his
hands up through my pubic hair, lifting up my cock as he did so. He gently
grabbed my cock with his right hand and began to stroke it up and down. I
let out my loudest moan yet. He continued to stroke me, hefting my balls
with one of his hands while he jacked me with the other, then ran the hand
through my pubes and up my stomach. "Let's take off that t-shirt," he said
softly. "I want you completely naked." He stood up and grabbed the bottom
of my t-shirt, pulling me slightly forward in the chair as he pulled it up
over my head. He tossed my t-shirt over with my gym shorts and briefs.

I lay back down and felt his hands rubbing all over my thighs and crotch
and stomach. He grabbed my cock again and began stroking it slowly. I
moaned and groaned and writhed in the chair.

Then I felt something completely different.

The wet warmth wrapped around my cock could only be one thing: he was
sucking me! I opened my eyes and looked down and, sure enough, he had
engulfed my hard cock in his mouth! I involuntarily reached down and put my
hands on the back of his head, gently pushing as his mouth sucked up and
down my cock and bucking my hips upward. He eased off my cock and gently
took each of my balls into my mouth, rolling them with his tongue and
sucking gently. My moan now was one of urgency.

He slipped his lips back around my cock and began sucking in earnest,
wrapping one hand around my cock and jerking me as he sucked, and using the
other hand to work my balls. He circled his hand as his head bobbed up and
down, bringing me closer and closer to the need to cum. I was writhing in
the chair, bucking my hips, moaning loudly. I hadn't felt this pleasure
before! A low guttural moan started deep in my stomach and began to work
its way up as he sucked and stroked. "Oh, fuck," I said. "That's gonna make
me cum." "Umm hmmm," the professor muttered back, never taking his mouth
off my cock. "Umm hmmm." His suck/stroke combination began to speed
up. "Oh, gawd," I groaned. "Here it comes."

My hips bucked up strongly one last time and my cum shot from the end of my
engulfed cock straight into the mouth of the professor! He never took his
mouth off my cock. I shot and shot and shot, unloading my teen balls into
his hot mouth. He kept swallowing and licking the underside of my cock as
my orgasm began to subside. Finally, I collapsed back into the chair, his
mouth still on my deflating cock. He continued to softly suck until he was
sure every last drop of my cum had been squirted. Only then did he take his
mouth off my cock. "How did that feel?" he asked with a smile. "That was
heaven!" I said in reply. He stretched over to a box of tissues on the
shelf next to them, and pulled several out. He gently and lovingly wiped
off my balls and cock, making sure that all of the dampness was cleaned
up. He reached over and grabbed my briefs, and slipped them up over my feet
and legs, pulling them up as far as he could. I slipped them on the rest of
the way. He bent down and put his face in my crotch, now covered with my
briefs. He nuzzled and took a deep breath. Then he reached over and got the
gym shorts and pulled them up on me. He handed me my t-shirt, and I put it
on. Then he lifted my feet and put on each of my shoes, lacing them
up. "Stand up," he said. I did so. He stood directly in front of me and
reached around and squeezed my ass, then worked his hand to the front and
groped my now softened junk. "You are a fine specimen," he said. I let out
a sigh of satisfaction and smiled at him. "Thanks," I said. "That was
awesome."

"Let's coordinate your schedule for the rest of our meetings before the
next quiz," he said. I was somewhat surprised, but as he rubbed my crotch
through my gym shorts, he said, "I'm sure our work together will get you a
good grade. How about tomorrow, same time and place?"

"Works for me!" I said with a smile.

As he walked to his door and opened it, he said "see you then." I unlocked
my bike as he watched me from the doorway. Then I hopped on and rode away,
dreamily recalling the feeling, and understanding at the same time that I'd
get to enjoy that feeling again, tomorrow.