Date: Thu, 07 May 2020 17:17:12 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Part 4, After Class Tutoring

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After Class Tutoring, Part 4

I awoke from my nap, realizing as I awoke what had happened earlier in the
day. Now I like to beat off with the best of them, but it was SO HOT to
share a session with Philip--especially under the influence of the weed he
shared! And he wanted to do it again! I looked forward to that
opportunity. My dream of Philip's cock spurting hot cream was simply a
recitation of reality that had happened earlier. Wow...never would have
thought that was how my Saturday would begin!

Anyway, it was about 7PM that same night. I was hungry but not ready to eat
yet, so I decided to take a short bike ride just to get some exercise. I
walked down to the rack and headed nowhere, just wanting to pedal and
breathe fresh air. Believe it or not, I was still kind of buzzed from that
awesome weed Philip had smoked with me, and it was a great opportunity to
air it out. The campus area was so quiet! Where was everyone? Maybe I was
in that "sweet spot" before people ventured out for the evening. Or maybe,
like in the dorm, lots of people were gone this weekend. Regardless, it
gave me the opportunity to ride without having to worry about any other
kind of traffic.

I didn't go anywhere in particular. I turned here and turned there. I
wasn't doing sprints, just enjoying the wind in my face. As I coasted down
one hill and started pedaling up another, I realized I was once again near
the edge of campus where my Shakespeare professor had his office. I wonder
if he was working at the office like he said he might? I really wasn't
horny, in the sense of how I get horny when I've been too busy to get off,
but just thinking about his lips around my cock and how he seemed to love
to suck me started to make the blood flow down there. I took a couple of
turns and came up behind the small building where his office was. The
lights were on! I wondered if he had come back after dinner to work late,
or if he was finishing up and ready to leave. And I wondered if he had
someone else in there with him!

I stalled for a minute and dismounted, leaning my bike against a tree on
the side of the building a good distance away, I sat on the grass, hugging
my knees as I looked toward the building, trying to decide if I wanted to
go up there and knock. That's when I heard the door open. I kind of ducked
behind the tree (didn't want the professor to see me as he was leaving and
think that I was stalking him!). Then I heard voices. It was almost as if a
tape was playing from my own visit the day before! "I want you to love
Shakespeare as much as I do!" "I hope I do too!" "We'll keep trying until
you do." I peeked from around the tree, trying not to be obvious. The
professor and the other person were turned away from me, looking in a
different direction. As he departed, I realized it was Rob, the same guy
who had been there last week! Now I know for sure that if Rob is visiting
on Saturday evening, he's getting the same kind of tutoring that I am! AHA!
That gave my cock a little tingle as I contemplated Rob leaned back in the
chair with the professor in between his legs sucking his cum out. As I
watched him walk away and the professor go back inside, I thought about
walking up and being next on the list. But I thought that might be
uncomfortably close to the previous visitor, so decided to hang back. Good
thing. Just a couple of minutes later the professor came out and headed out
the other direction toward his car.

It was about 8PM and starting to get dusk, so I decided to leisurely ride
back toward central campus and get something to eat. Fortunately, the
sidewalk I rode on was mostly downhill going back, so I simply coasted my
way, thinking about what must have just gone on in the professor's office,
thinking about my JO session with Philip earlier in the day, thinking that
my cock was going to get hard again in my shorts if I didn't focus on my
bike ride!

I got to the student union and locked up my bike so I could go inside and
get something to eat. The cafeteria would be closing soon, but the grill
was still open. Decisions, decisions. I decided to go for the
grill. Nothing better than a fresh burger and some fries! I ordered a
cheeseburger and some fries and a coke. Then leaned against the rail while
I waited for it to be cooked. Should I take it to go or eat it here? I
decided to eat here so the fries would be hot. My number was called, and I
grabbed my bag, and turned to see if there was a good spot near the TV set
to eat my meal. That's when I saw Rob again, eating alone at a table off to
the side. I decided to go over there and see if he wanted some
company. Maybe I'd get some kind of idea about what he'd been doing in the
professor's office if I asked in the right way!

So, I walked up to him and said "hey, you're Rob, aren't you?" "Yeah," he
replied as he looked up at me. "I'm Paul. I live a couple of floors above
you in the dorm. We hung out at one of Jerry's parties earlier this
semester." "Oh, yeah, I remember," he said with a smile. "Can I join you?"
"Sure." I sat next to him and pulled my burger and fries out of the
bag. "Nothing like a cheeseburger for a weekend meal!" I
exclaimed. "Hahaha," he laughed. "How is the semester going for you?" I
asked him as I chowed down. He dipped one of his fries in ketchup and
contemplated his answer. "Well, it is more work than I was hoping it would
be," he said as he smiled. I laughed out loud. "I have learned exactly the
same lesson myself," I said with a laugh. Then I asked, "what's your
favorite class?" "Computer science," he said. "That's because I'm already
kind of familiar with the topic." "Uh-huh, computer nerd!" I said with a
laugh. He chuckled too. "What about for you?" he asked me. "I actually am
enjoying my psych class the best," I said. "I'm thinking of majoring in it,
so it interests me." "Cool," he said. "What's your most difficult class?" I
asked him. "Shakespeare, no question about it," he said. "Yeah, we are
taking that class together," I said. "I'm having the same issue." "I just
don't get it," he said with frustration. "It's like all of the plays are
written in another language!" "They are," I said emphatically. "No one
speaks or writes like that anymore!" We both laughed out loud as we
continued to eat. "How did you do on the first quiz?" he asked me. "I
barely passed," I said. "Me, too," he said. "And we've got another one
coming up at the end of next week!" "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm worried
about that one, too." We each took a bite of our food and then I asked, "I
wonder if it would be worth it to take the professor up with his offer of
tutoring?" Rob sat in contemplation of my remark, his eyes darting off into
the distance. "I'm doing it," he finally said. "Really?" I stated. "Is it
any good?" He hesitated for a second again. "Depends on what you mean by
good," he replied. "I haven't taken the second quiz yet!" We both laughed
out loud. "Do you think I have enough time to get tutored before the next
quiz?" "I'm not sure," Rob replied. "It's already Saturday and the quiz is
next Friday...less than a week." "Yeah," I said. "The earliest I could make
an appointment would be Monday. Well, hell, you've been getting
tutoring. Would you be willing to help me study?" Rob looked at me with
surprise on his face. "I guess so," he said. "Well, we both are in the same
dorm, so it's not like we have to travel too far to study together!" "When
do you want to get together?" Rob asked. "Is it too late to start tonight?"
I laughed. "Hahahaha," said Rob. "Well, if you don't have anything else
going on, I can tell you what I learned this past week in tutoring." My
mind immediately wandered. I wish he would tell me what he had learned in
tutoring! "Too bad we can't pick up a six-pack and make a party of it," I
said. "We'd never get anything done!" laughed Rob. "Let's go," I said. "My
roommate is spending the weekend with his girlfriend, so we have a place to
study!" We left the grill and I walked my bike alongside Rob as we went
back to the dorm. When we got there, he said "let me go to my room and get
some stuff and then I'll be right up."

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Rob was there with a
book and some notes. "From burgers and fries to Twelfth Night in one fell
swoop," he said with a smile. I laughed and welcomed him in. He remarked
how clean the room was compared to his. "I have the roommate from hell," he
said. "Noisy, messy, not a very good student..." I shared that my roommate
was nice, and we got along mainly because he spent most of his time at his
girlfriend's off-campus apartment. "Lucky you," he said.

We settled in at the desk, sitting side by side. I had noticed before that
I thought Rob was cute. He had kind of medium-length light brown hair, and
it looked like he had some complexion problems, but he had a nice build,
was attractive and certainly friendly. As we sat there next to each other
and Rob opened the book, our legs touched each other, and Rob didn't pull
back like many guys would have. It's not like we were forcibly touching our
legs, just that we were side by side and in close proximity. I imagined
what it must have been like for the professor to rub his hands up Rob's
legs and into his crotch (because I am sure that's what he did). I mentally
slapped myself. We hadn't even started discussing Shakespeare and already I
was mentally stripping Rob and imagining the professor's lips around his
cock!

Rob moved back and forth from the book to his notes, kind of `translating'
Shakespeare's original language. As he did so, the story became
apparent. Why hadn't I been able to see that before? I started taking my
own notes, and grabbed my own book to follow along. We went at it for
almost two hours! We looked up and it was almost 10:30! "Damn," I
said. "Hope I didn't keep you from anything else tonight." "You kept me
away from my roommate," Rob said with a smile. We both laughed. "You ever
get high?" I asked. "Sometimes," he said, "but I don't get much opportunity
here." "Let me check with one of the guys on the hall," I said. "The least
I can do is give you a buzz for your helping me." "Cool," he said. "Wait
here and I'll go check," I said. I went down the hall to Philip's room. I
heard some music coming from inside, so I knew he was there. I knocked on
the door. "Who is it?" Philip called from inside. "It's Paul," I
said. "Hold on a sec." I heard some ruffling by the door, and then it
opened and he said, "come in quickly. Don't want the smell to get out."
Philip had moved the towel from under the door.

Philip was in his room with two other guys. They were all stoned. "Hey,
man, wassup?" they all said in unison. They were listening to some music
and just rocking back and forth. I kind of pulled Philip aside and
explained that my friend had helped me study for an upcoming quiz and I
wanted to get him high, since he had spent his Saturday evening helping
me. "I'm happy to pay for a small joint if you'd let me have one," I said
to Philip. "No cash, no cash," he said with a smile. "Happy to help
out. I'll get you to pay some other time." With that, he gave me a wink,
and I understood what he meant. I wondered if the three of them were going
to have a circle jerk after I left. (There I go again, perving out on
fantasies.) Philip rolled up a small joint, and handed it to me. "You guys
have fun," he said to me. "We aren't done yet, so let me let you out and
get the door set up again." He smiled and clapped me on the shoulder. (I
bet they would all have their cocks out soon after I left!)

I got back to the room, and smiled as I entered. "Score!" I said. "Wow!"
said Rob. "This will be a treat." "Yeah, I smoked some with this guy before
and it's really good." I opened up the window, and rolled up a towel and
placed it over the crack at the bottom of the door. I turned on the table
fan and pointed it out the window. I didn't have an ash tray, so I folded
up a thick magazine page and made a box to capture ashes. Then I lit the J
and took a toke. It was so sweet! I handed it over to Rob, who also took a
toke. He handed it back to me and I held it, letting out my breath and
saying, "hold it for as long as you can." Then I fired it up again and we
traded back and forth. It didn't take long before I was really feeling the
buzz. Rob said, "this is really good stuff." "Yeah," I said. "What kind is
it?" asked Rob. I really didn't know, so I said, "Philip calls it jerk-off
weed. Every time he gets high it makes him horny!" We both laughed
nervously. "Well, I guess we'll soon find out!" said Rob. Again, we laughed
nervously. We finished smoking the J, almost burning our fingers as we got
to the end. Then we kind of sat back in our chairs, our legs still lightly
touching. "How about some music?" I asked. "Sure," said Rob. I Bluetoothed
some tunes to my speakers and we sat there, enjoying the feeling. Our legs
still lightly touched. I could feel the hairs on his legs touch mine. It
wasn't uncomfortable, just kind of ticklish.

I went over to the mini-fridge and got out a couple of Cokes and brought
them to the table. "Rob, I really do appreciate your taking the time to go
over the material tonight. I feel like I have a better grasp of what it's
all about." "I'm happy to help," said Rob. "I got the notes from the
professor." Emboldened by the high, I asked, "so what does he do in the
tutoring sessions?" Rob hesitated for a moment and then said, "he just
makes sure I know what's going on." (My perverted mind immediately thought,
"of course you know what's going on when he's sucking your cock!") "So, he
goes over stuff like you did with me?" "Kind of," Rob said. "Do you think I
should go see him?" I asked. "That's up to you," Rob replied. "Well, if
I've got you right here in the dorm to help me, why do I need to go see
him?" I laughed as I said that. "You've got a point," Rob said. "Can you
tutor as good as he can?" I asked. "I'm not sure how to answer that," said
Rob. "He is the Shakespeare specialist!" We both laughed again as I
switched to a new playlist. We sat in silence for a few minutes as we
listened to the music.

After a couple of songs, Rob asked, "so do you feel compelled to jerk off?"
I kind of shook my head and said, "huh?" "You said Philip calls this
jerk-off weed." "Oh, yeah," I said with a laugh. "Hell, I'm always in the
mood to jerk off." "Then maybe I'd better leave and let you get to it."
"Naw, I can wait for a little bit," I said with a smile. "Unless you are in
a hurry to get back to your room and do that yourself!" We both
laughed. "Nah, my roommate is hanging out there tonight playing computer
games. He'll probably be up all night. I wouldn't have any privacy. (Rob
didn't mention that he'd just had a blow job from the professor a few hours
ago and maybe didn't need to get off again!) We both laughed again. "You
don't need to run off if you don't want to. My roommate is gone for the
weekend, so you are welcome to stay here if you want." "Hmmm, that might be
an option," Rob said. "I tell you what," I said. "Let me go see if Philip
will give me another skinny one. I'll be right back."

I walked down the hall to Philip's room again and knocked on the
door. Again, a rustle and Philip said, "who is it?" "Paul, again," I
said. "I'm kind of busy right now," Philip responded. "Oh, okay," I
said. "Sorry to bother you." I was certain that the three of them were
involved in getting each other off while stoned!

I walked back down to the room and went inside. "Strike out," I said. "I
think Philip is doing what he says the weed makes him do! He wouldn't come
to the door." We both chuckled again. I kicked off my shoes and stretched
out. As I looked down, I noticed that my shorts were kind of bunched up and
you could see my bulge. Maybe it had grown a little bigger thinking about
Philip and with Rob sitting next to me. "Why don't you get comfortable," I
said to Rob. He kicked off his shoes, too, and stretched out. I tried not
to look at him for fear the high did make me get hard--especially since I
knew what Rob had been doing earlier today!

"So, what do you think of our Shakespeare professor?" I asked him. "Well,
he's not much older than us," Rob said. "I'd say no more than ten years
older. He seems really nice. And he sure was interested in helping me out,"
Rob said. "Yeah, he really made that point in class, but I don't think too
many have taken him up on that," I said. "Maybe I should go see him and
plead for a good grade!" Again, we both laughed. "He's probably willing to
give you the benefit of the doubt," Rob said. "I don't know," I said in
return. "If I don't do well on the next quiz I doubt I can recover." "You
really think that?" asked Rob. "I do," I said. "Well, then you should go
see him," Rob said matter of factly. "Just contact him on Monday and say
you want some tutoring." "Now that you have helped me better understand
Twelfth Night, maybe he'll show some mercy," I said. "Anything else I can
do to get ready for tutoring other than reading the play?" I asked. Again,
Rob hesitated. Then he said, "maybe you should smoke some of that weed
before you go see him." "What?" I asked incredulously. "Well, maybe if you
are in a parallel universe when you see him it will make more sense," Rob
said. Again, we both chuckled.

I put my hands behind my head and stretched even harder, loosening up all
the kinks in my body. "Looks like the weed is starting to work on you,"
said Rob. "Huh?" I said. I followed his eyes to my crotch. I was about
three-quarters hard, partly from the weed, partly from knowing what Rob and
the professor did, partly from knowing what Philip was doing in his room
right now. My crotch bulge was really obvious. "Hey, can't help myself," I
said. "You know what Phillip calls this weed!" We both chuckled nervously
again. "I seriously think our professor would like it if you went to see
him and stretched out like that for him!" Rob said. "What?" I asked, hoping
this was leading to something more interesting. "I think he likes to see
guys in their shorts," Rob said. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, he kept
commenting on how hairy my legs were," Rob said. I looked down at his
legs. They were hairy, but not abnormally so. "What did you do when he said
that?" I asked. Rob said, "I just stretched them out and said, `yep,
they're hairy.'" I went almost instantaneously hard and had to reach down
and adjust myself. Rob noticed. "Did he do anything else?" I asked. "Well,
he asked if he could touch them." "He did?" "Yes." "And did you let him?"
"Of course, I did. I want to get a good grade in this class too!"

That comment made my cock throb in my pants. Rob may have gotten his rocks
off four hours ago, but it had been since morning for me! "So, what did he
do?" I asked. "You really want to know?" Rob asked. "Yes." Rob reached over
and began rubbing my legs below my shorts. I jumped at first at his touch
but he kept on touching. "This," said Rob, as he rubbed my leg. "Then
this," as he ran one of his hands up under the edge of my shorts toward my
bulge. "Holy fuck," I said, even though I knew exactly what had transpired,
because it had happened to me, too. "Then he stopped," Rob said. "He
stopped?" I asked. "Yep," Rob replied. "That's strange," I said. "Not as
strange as what he said next," said Rob. My cock swelled in anticipation. I
was hoping a wet spot didn't show through on my shorts. "What did he say?"
I asked. "That's why I mentioned smoking some weed before you went to see
him." "Huh?" "He told me that if I wanted to be sure I got a good grade in
his class, he'd like for me to beat off for him. "WHAT?" "Yep." "And what
did you do?" "I unzipped my pants," Rob said. "And I started to beat off
for him." "Holy fuck again," I said. "You actually jerked off for him?"
"Well, no," Rob said. "I started to." "Then what?" I asked. "Then he asked
if he could take over."

I reached down and groped myself, squeezing my obviously-hard cock as Rob
told me these details. "Then what did he do," I asked. "Well, if I am going
to tutor for you, let me show you what he did," Rob said, as he reached for
my bulge himself. He groped me and then unzipped my shorts and undid the
snap, reaching in and squeezing my boner through my underwear. He pulled
the front of my underwear down and my rock hard cock sprang free. Rob
wrapped his hand around it and began to pump it up and down. "Oh, my god,
that feels so good," I said. "I guess it is jerk off weed!" Rob replied. I
melted as he continued to stroke me.

"Why don't you lie down on your bed," Rob suggested. I moved over without
pulling up my shorts and lay down. Rob sat beside me and grabbed my cock
again. "So, he did this to me," Rob said softly, his hand pumping my seven
inches of hard teen meat. "Then he surprised me and did this," Rob said.
His hand was almost immediately replaced with a warm, wet mouth. "Ohhhhhh,"
I moaned as Rob swallowed my shaft. His lips slid up and down my cock, each
time eliciting great pleasure. I moaned as he worked me. Then he pulled his
lips off, grasping my cock at the base and squeezing gently. "Your time to
finish up," Rob said. "Huh?" I asked. "That's what he asked me to do...to
finish myself off. So, I did. Now it's your turn. Beat it like he was
watching you." I was in a daze. My cock was rock hard. Rob was telling me
to beat it. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed my cock and started
pumping. My hips came up off the bed as I stroked. I moaned loudly. "Cum
for me," Rob whispered. "Cum for me." I shot a massive rope of cum about a
foot in the air It splatted down on my stomach and pooled. I continued
shuddering and stroking as my orgasm continued. "It is jack off weed," Rob
whispered as he rubbed the top of my leg. Finally, I collapsed onto my
bed. "That's what tutoring is all about," said Rob. "Give the professor
what he wants, and you'll get a good grade." I moaned in satisfaction. Then
I must have fallen asleep. I woke up with a start just as the sun was
starting to rise. Dried cum was flaked on my stomach. My cock was still
hard, this time from morning wood. Rob had gone. But he had left a note on
the desk. "When do you want to schedule your next tutoring session? Check
with Philip first so we have what we need..."