Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2020 19:01:25 +0000
From: Deez Nutz <deeznutz007@LIVE.COM>
Subject: SLUT FOR CHEM TUTOR

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SLUT FOR CHEM TUT0R: 1


Sophomore year, just starting the second year of classes a young Tyler who
has initially declared Chemistry as his major is beginning to regret his
decision. Like most pre-med students he thought that if he majored in
physical science it be the key to grad school. But unlike high school, his
college courses were a completely different animal being hard to manage and
comprehend. It was the end of the first week and he had already failed the
two pop quizzes the professor gave over last year's materials.


For Tyler, he believed chemistry to be a pretty easy subject to
understand. The truth however is that in high school Amy McLeroy slipped
him all the answers to the test and homework. How she managed to do this
remained a mystery. For all, he figures she probably sucked her way to an
A. The only other kid on their class with grades that high was the nerdy
guy, Malcolm. Who happened to be the only black kid in the class.

Malcolm was the antisocial type. Kept his head down, spending most of the
day watching anime on his phone. He was the awkward kid who nobody talked
to but always looked at him funny. One of the top students in high school
missing no more than 15 points the whole semester.  Now in college, he also
declared Chemistry as a major but unlike Tyler continuously exceeded
expectations on classwork.

Malcolm continued his way into college. he practically never showed up for
class unless there was a quiz or test. Somehow he was still able to achieve
the best scores in the class. The professor grew to be extremely frustrated
by Malcolm's absence began to give out daily quizzes to start the day.
Forcing Malcolm to show up for the quiz and then leave shortly thereafter.

The professor quickly caught on to this as well so he moved the quiz to the
end of class. At that point, Malcolm realized that missing these daily
quizzes probably wasn't enough to truly l affect his grade.

Tyler barely scathed his way through the first semester of organic chem.
Receiving a C, he knew that if his grades dropped any lower he would lose
his scholarship and chance to continue another year in college.

Malcolm was always a super shy kid, he was pretty tall towering above 6
feet. He seemed to lose weight since high school. He went from the chubby,
tall kid with a big Afro that looked wild and crazy to a pretty athletic,
he chopped all his hair off and grew out a beard. To Tyler he found himself
crushing on the guy.

The test had become computerized and to ensure that no one was cheating the
professor handed out each student an access code in the front of the room
on the board. As the students had obtained their code and headed back to
their seats an off-balanced Tyler bogged down by the looming chances of yet
another failed test mistakenly ran into Malcolm.

"Watch out punk" Malcolms voiced bellowed much deeper than what it seemed
to be before. Startling Tyler he could barely mumble out an apology before
proceeding to his seat. As the two took their seats the quiz began. As
expected Tyler barely answered 2 out of the 10 questions correctly. Whereas
Malcolm had flown threw the questions and happened to answer them all
right.

Tyler was upset. With his grades sinking further and further down the drain
his future seemed bleak. Somehow he had to find a way to do better in
class. If he was ever going to have a chance at admission into grad
school. As much as Tyler wanted to air out his frustrations he felt he had
no one. His casual fling with the guy he met his first week at school was
so deep in the closet and also a senior who'd be graduating and leaving him
by the end of the semester. Besides the bro's on the team he couldn't seem
to make as many friends as he had in high school.

Tyler knew the one person he could ask for help from. But it seemed so hard
to form the words to ask for help. Especially after the earlier encounter
between the two. He was confused about why the apprehension. Tucking his
tail between his legs. As the professor dismissed the class for the day he
ran after Malcolm.

"Hey, hold up. Malcolm?"

"Can I help you?" Looking at the young Tyler with confusion. It has been
about 2 years since they were back in high school together. Now both in
college and both Chem majors, what now could be the reason that Tyler would
want to talk to him?

"Seems like you are still the brainiac like back at Piedmont"

Malcolm has plans to go back to his room and catch a nap before his next
class. Tyler was cutting into his precious sleeping minutes.

"What is it Tyler?"

"Oh, so you do remember me." Even for being of an athletic stature standing
now before Malcolm who's height was just marked by a few inches above his
own. But there was also the little things he noticed that sent what seemed
like small butterflies to his stomach. From Malcolm's full dark beard, the
ring in his nose, his eyes were brown but standing against the sun they
were a dark amber.

"Just... uhhhh" Tyler put his arm up to his head slightly lifting his shirt
to scratch the back of his head. He could barely face Malcolm with his head
lowered. He didn't notice Malcolm now catching sight of his
mid-drift. "Well, I was thinking maybe I could get your help with this
Chemistry. Help me make sense out of all this nonsense"

"Nah, I'm good." With that Malcolm turned to walk away.

"But" at this point, Tyler was scrambling to find a reason to convince
Malcolm to help him out. What did he have to offer? He chased Malcolm down
the hallway. Reaching out he grabbed onto his shoulder. "Wait, man"

Malcolm swung around furiously. "Don't you ever put your hands on me" he
turned to face Tyler. Pushing Tyler into the wall behind him he leaned down
and put his face right next to his now cowering classmate. "You put your
hands on me again, and you'll regret it ya punk-ass bitch"

The authority that boomed threw Malcolm's voice struck a chord in Tyler
that he wasn't all too familiar with. Instead of pushing back he simply let
out a "Yes sir. I'm sorry sir" and sunk on the wall behind him.

Malcolm walked into the bathroom behind the two of them, he held the door
open as if an invitation for Tyler to follow him. Once inside he surveyed
the room to see if anyone else was in. Once discovering the coast was clear
he turned back to Tyler who was still standing there by the door.

"You know you've always caught my eye" Malcolm began to stare into Tyler's
eyes. Suddenly he brought his face to Tyler and kissed him. Tyler was
surprised, but he didn't pull away. A flood of emotions rushed over both of
them. Tyler reached up to grab onto Malcolm's face to kiss him more deeply.

Malcolm reacted instantly, thrusting him back against the wall. "I said
don't touch me" He was playing hot and cold at this point.

"I'm sorry, sir. But I don't know if I'm you know" he looked up into
Malcolm's eyes. To this point, he had never admitted out a load of being
gay but he was enjoying this moment. "You think we can keep this between
us," he said in a husky voice as he went in for another kiss.

"Shirt off boy" Malcolm commanded. He felt helpless to deny him
anything. The thought of what was to come next was driving Tyler crazy. The
two continued to kiss. Malcolm lowered his pants and began to press himself
closer onto Tyler leaning into him. His uncut cock bends like a banana only
longer and thicker. As Tyler looked down he saw the massive member
protruding out of his boxers. Tyler reached down to touch it and as he did
Malcolm gasped. Tugging on it gently he was getting into it.

Malcolm reached up and began to stroke on Tyler's cock. The sensation was
indescribable. His hands sliding up and down his shaft made Tyler grow weak
in the knees. To this point he felt to be under the control Malcolm, he
began to moan out loud as he was being stroked.


"On your knees" As Tyler began to speak he was slapped in the face so hard
that he just fell onto the floor. Malcolm playfully bounced his cock up and
down on command.

"You like that cock, Boy," he asked. Before he even had a chance to answer
the question Malcolm took the opportunity of an open mouth to stuff his
cock down the boy's throat.

"Well, good you look really pretty with my cock down your throat"

Taking a moment to breathe and regain his composure. "Thank you sir" and
then he went back to sucking. Taking as much as he could into his mouth.

"So keep going, I think if you keep it up this good then we can work
something out. Your goal should be to please me and hopefully we can get
you to a passing grade."

Tyler took a break and looked up. "But how did you..."

"That's not the point right now. You are going to suck on my cock until you
have convinced me that you are truly a cock craved whore willing to bend at
my will. Then I will have a piece of your pretty white boy cunt to be
tapped by this black cock here. After that, we can discuss your failing
grades."

Tyler just nodded in agreement, not quite sure what he was agreeing to in
totality. At this point, Tyler felt as though he had to prove himself of
not just being an average cockwhore but the best. He was determined to suck
Malcolm's dick to the back of his throat taking it all in to show him how
good of a slut he can be.

"Alright you dirty white cocksucker, go lock the door over there and then
get back over here and suck on this juicy black dick of mine. Ain't it a
beauty," he said as he made it jump up and down from being so hard.

Tyler ran to the door, locked it, and then crawled back over on his
knees. " I want you so bad sir, it tastes so good in my mouth, please feed
me your cum sir" He began sucking harder and faster, taking it deeper and
deeper. Spit was now dripping down the sides of his mouth, he wanted to be
like the sluts he saw on the porn videos that gave messy blowjobs that left
their eyes watering, make-up running, spit covering their mouth and
dripping to their chest.

Malcolm grabbed the back of his head and forced him all the way down on his
cock. Tyler choked and gasped for air and he felt like he was going to pass
out. With the cock now reaching his throat he felt the need to puke. He
persisted and kept sucking on the massive member.

Malcolm placed his hands onto the back of Tyler's head forcing him further
down on his dick.

"That's it, boy, take all of it"

"Tell me what you want, Tyler. Tell me why you are here"

"I need your help I'm failing..."

"No ya dumb cunt, tell me why you are here. Slut"

"I want to be used by you, my black king. I want you to put me in my
place. I want to be reigned in by your power. To use me in any way you see
fit. I now belong to you. Sir"

"Like music to my ears, that sounds so good" Tyler continued to suck on
Malcolm's dick. As Tyler continued to express his desires Malcolm was
edging closer and closer to climax. Having a slut at his complete command
was always a fantasy of his and now right in front of him, it was becoming
a reality.

Tyler opened his jaw wide and let the mighty member invade his
mouth. Encouraged by the pressure of Malcolm's hand on the back of his neck
Tyler quickly found that he had swallowed more than he could cope with and
began chocking. He still persisted eagerly to please Malcolm. After a
while, the two finally got into a rhythm both lost in the passion.

Malcolm ready to climax grabbed onto Tyler's head and held it in
place. Firing off spurt after spurt of big creamy delicious cum into the
willing cunt's mouth as he eagerly swallowed it and licked the dick in
order to milk it dry.

"I feel like my hole is jealous, come on and get in there" Malcolm flipped
around and pushed his ass back onto Tyler's lips. Tyler licked and sucked
as best he could. Making sure to get it nice and wet.

"That's it just like that" Malcolm looked down at his watch and noticed the
time.

"Oh, shit, I've got to get going get up" he reached down and played with
Tyler's hole.

"You are ready to get your pussy fucked, aren't you?" Malcolm was coming
down from his high. "Well you are going to have to wait, I've got to shower
and get to class" he reached around and grabbed his phone from his pockets.

"You know you've got some pretty hairy, strong legs here," Tyler said as he
wiped his face of the nut juices and saliva that now coated his chin.

"Warner building. Room 523. Be there at 8 tonight sharp. We can finish this
little fiasco. Meanwhile, I'll send you tomorrow's quiz answers for the
great job you did here."

Malcolm pulled his pants back up and walked out of the bathroom. Tyler
still there on his knees not sure wherever or not to continue to jerk his
cock or head to his next class.

The thrill of being almost caught sparked his interest as he whipped his
cock out of his pants in all of its six-inch glory he stroked feverishly
reliving the moments of being a slut. With his other hand, he pinched on
his nipple in order to increase the pleasurable sensation. In his head he
kept repeating to himself how much "Oh yess sir, give it to me sir, let me
taste you, sir, can I taste your balls, sir."

Just then someone walked into the bathroom. "Yo, ya perv what the hell man"
Tyler was caught off guard he was so close to cumming but instantly removed
his hand from his cock, pulled up his pants and ran out of the bathroom."
As he ran back to his room he could still feel his hard cock pressed
against his pants. He tried to run in a way that would conceal his member,
but since it wasn't that big it wasn't hard to hide.

Once he got back to his room, he laid down on the bed. His roommate was
also in the room so any chance of him finishing what he had going on before
was off the table. Instead, he proceeded to take a nap to rest up for
tonight's session.

* 8:02 pm: Where ya at bitch* Malcolm had sent a message to Tyler. One
thing about Malcolm was that he was a stickler for time, so being late was
unacceptable.

Tyler hears the door slam. He is rudely awakened by a furious Malcolm who
is now standing over him.

"YO, WAT the FUCK man!"

"You tell me, I told you to meet me at 8 at my place, but here you are
sleeping the night away. Either you don't want my help anymore, or you just
were tired. Either way, I've come for that ass. Gave your roommate a couple
of bucks to find somewhere else to lay his head tonight because you are all
mine"

It wasn't that Tyler was no longer interested in meeting but rather he just
overslept. He knew he should have set an alarm but with being up all night
studying the night before he was just getting rest. Tyler climbed off of
the bed onto his knees in front of Malcolm.

"I'm so sorry SIR, how can I make this up to you. I really need to pass
that class. And I really need some more of that huge third leg of a cock to
feed me"

"Good, let us begin," Malcolm said as he looked down into Tyler's eyes.

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