Date: Sat, 8 May 2010 08:16:44 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I Tutor a Girlie Boy, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts     Gay College

I headed for the third session with Scott.  I expected his father and
mother, and perhaps the family lawyer to be waiting for me.  Maybe even
with two burly police officers.  "George is your name, Huh.  You like
younger boys, huh?  You'll have to come this way with us, there are some
prisoners who are waiting to meet you, big guys with tattoos."

But it was nothing like that.  There was a note on the door of the house.
"I'm in the pool, just come through the house and on outside."

As I passed through the gorgeously furnished living room and on to the sun
room I could see Scott doing laps, his curly blonde hair wet and throwing
water as he shook it after seeing me and stepping up onto the apron of the
pool.

"Hey big guy.  I've been waiting anxiously for you.  Are you ready to do
it?"

Now I was nervous.  "Do what?"

"Tutor, you big dope.  But wait, get undressed and lets get a little steam
and shower before we get down to work."

I shrugged.  I did feel a bit grimy from that last two hours at the lunch
room.  I followed him into the pool house.  Shit, this was a complete
apartment.  I could live here.  Kitchen and bedroom, plus a living room and
of course the spa area.  Do you think I was small minded enough to envy
this kid's life, you're fucking right I do.

I hung my clothes on the hooks outside.  I'm not shy about my body.  Jocks
get undressed every day, sometimes more and do it with other guys around
them.  Scott was also without reluctance.  I don't blame him.  He was fine
naked, smooth, sleek and had that old fashioned body with the full buttocks
and wide hips.  It was an English dandy's body.

He turned on the steam and we entered.  At first the room was chilly, but
soon the steam entered through vents under the tile seats.  "I thought this
was the gas chamber when I entered, but it's getting nice.

"Yeah.  It's relaxing teach.  Come on up here and sit by me.  The steam is
better up here.

As soon as I hitched myself up to the top step and sat down, he sidled up,
putting his thigh against mine.  I opened my mouth to speak, I had
rehearsed a speech that there was to be a certain decorum between us as
tutor and student, further I was going to explain that I was not a
homosexual and that he is a boy who seems so much like a girl that I lost
my way in knowing my place.

I was furiously that he stared at me during my soliloquy with a faint smile
on his face.  As soon as I finished and caught my breath, he threw an arm
over my neck and, with surprising strength, held me in a tight grip as he
placed his warm, slippery from the steam, lips against mine and moved them
around lasciviously, sticking out the tip of his insolent tongue and moving
it back and forth along my lips.

I put a hand on his smooth shoulder to push him away, but somehow a
weakness overcame me and I relaxed into that kiss.  It continued until my
head was reeling and my prick stood up out of my spread legs.

Immediately, he began sliding his slim, soft fingers up and down that
shaft.  In a moment I was breathless with surrender, with need.  He played
me like a violin.  He knew he had the upper hand by the way my body was
slumping toward him.

He leaned down and took my cock into his mouth the way he had down on that
other occasion.  I was lost into the sensation that soon spread over my
entire body.  I tried to think of Sally, my girl friend, but soon she was
pushed out of my mind as my mind swirled and my mouth panted.  I felt an
overwhelming need but more, for a greater intensity.

He lifted his head and fixed me with his powerful Metatherian blue eyes.
His mouth was wet from his sucking.  He looked almost animalistic.  "You
need to he fucked, boy."

His voice was so different and his words were so alien to me that I was
shocked into silence.  He took further advantage of my confusion.  "Lay
down on the shelf here on your back.  Lift your legs in the air and invite
me to enter."

Like a marionette I obeyed.  I felt a need in my anus.  It seemed to be
reaching out in a pucker, asking to be kissed.  He leaned down and swiped
his long, hot, boyish tongue over the area between my ass cheeks.  It felt
wonderful, and I cried out in pleasure.  He bent his tongue into a little
prick and he began fucking me with it.  It unfurled inside and licked my
prostate.  I was heaving and crying out in uncharted feelings.

He pulled away and I looked at him with a silent "What, why?"

He fixed me with a hard face, "I repeat, you need to be fucked boy.  You
always wanted it and you want it now.  Ask for me to fuck you."

I answered his request as if in a dream, but my voice was firm, "Fuck me."

He lifted my legs and put my legs on his hips and leaned forward, the head
of his cock resting just at my ass hole.  "I don't want to rape you.  You
must ask again."

Tears sprang to my eyes.  This languid boy had conquered me completely.  I
was his slave from this moment on.  In shaky voiced I almost pleaded.
"Please Scott, enter me or I'll die."

I wasn't pleased to hear him laugh or see the look of triumph on his face
but I suppressed all for the thrill of feeling him possess me.  Then it
happened.  He sort of tucked his large prick head inside my hole, stopped a
moment, then thrust his hips, impaling me on his large cock.  I let out of
"Whoop!" of shock, but in a moment his body began the fuck dance.  In and
out he sawed at me ass tract, passing back and forth over my prostate,
reducing me to drooling and crying sounds.  I had never given up my
selfhood so completely.  Where was the urbane tutor?  He was replaced by
this hungry fellow whose whole being was concentrated on that prick moving
in and out, bring me to the heights of ecstasy.  My own cock was rigid on
my belly and I felt vibrations beginning.  In another moment I was jack
knifing and grunting loudly, helpless in my orgasm.  My ass hole was
clamping and unclamping rapidly.  Dimly I hear Scott call out his impending
cum.  I felt his lusty ejaculation spill against my insides as he fell
across my body helplessly.

I held and kissed his face as he come down to Earth.  When we were more
normal, Scott said, "I never thought tutoring would be such fun."

"Yes that reminds me.  We better get back to work, if you can pull yourself
together."

"No need," he said, "I've already been promised an "A" for the course."

He saw my questioning look.

"Daddy endowed the prof's pet project and mysteriously I was awarded the
high grade."

Well, we didn't meet for tutoring, but we had other activities.  Scott
experienced a fucking for the first time from his tutor and we brought some
of my gay friends into our little circle of jackin' meetings.  My money
problems were partly solved by Scott who took me to dinner every night.


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