Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2023 10:06:10 +0000 From: Aaron Ramsey Subject: James Comes of Age - Chapter 39 This is a work of fiction and any similarities to people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It will contain references to gay sex amongst teenagers. If this offends you, or is not permitted in your location, please leave. The story is copyrighted by the author, who maintains exclusive rights to the story other than those permissions required for publication on the Nifty archive. Nifty is a free resource - help keep it that way by donating at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html JAMES COMES OF AGE CHAPTER 39 - Tutorial When James came back to university after Christmas, he was unsurprised that, on the second day back he got an urgent text from Jake asking him to go round for sex. During the holidays, Jake had clearly been missing the sex he'd been having with James during the term. Jake was also clear with James that, whilst they were friends, the sex they were having was not going to mean anything more than that they were fuckbuddies as well. This was the only regular sex that James was getting. Even though he had hooked up with his mentee Oscar, this had turned out to be a one-time thing, and Oscar was now in a relationship with Holly, James' other mentee. Greg, with whom James had had sex just before the holidays, had not been back in touch this term. James was still looking for sex though. Since the start of the year, he had struck up a friendship with Martin Lam, a Singaporean student on the same course as James. Although they were on the same course, they only shared a one lecture a week on a Tuesday afternoon. After one of these lectures, Martin asked James if he had understood the concept that Professor Smith had been outlining in the lecture. James had found the concept simple, so had agreed to assist Martin with some tuition after the lecture. Whilst this had started as a one-off thing, it had turned into a weekly tuition session, and had moved from a coffee shop near the lecture halls to Martin's room. During this time, James had felt a growing lust for the Asian lad he was tutoring. He was so good looking with his smooth skin and perfect hair. In one lecture, James decided to make a bit more contact with Martin than normal. They sat together as usual. The lecture hall had desks very similar to school desks, and James sat with Martin in their usual place, about halfway back on the right-hand side of the room. Today, when the lecture started, he spread his legs just a little too wide under the desk, so that his left leg was rubbing against Martin's right leg. Although he was trying to keep up with what was being said, he was quite distracted. Martin hadn't moved his leg away, and James could feel the warmth of his body, even though both sets of trousers that were preventing skin to skin contact. Somehow, James made it through the lecture and, when he reviewed them later, his notes also seemed to be fairly coherent and understandable. At the end, James and Martin packed their stuff away into their bags - James into a backpack whist Martin had a smart leather messenger bag. "Are you OK to come back and explain that point that Professor Smith made about halfway through?" Martin asked James. "Sure," replied James. They set off as they had for a few weeks, up the hill from the lecture hall to Martin's room. He was on the top floor of a block close to one of the student bars, with a small not quite courtyard out front with a couple of small trees in. Entering the building, they headed up the stairs, then a short way along the corridor into Martin's room. They went in and took their usual positions - Martin sat on his bed with James sat on the desk chair. It was warm in the room, so James took off his hoodie as well as his coat, revealing an LGB society T-shirt that he had put on that day quite by chance. As normal, they ran through the lecture, with Martin asking James about certain points that were raised, and James answering them. This time they got to the end of the lecture in about 20 minutes. When James had started giving Martin assistance, it had often taken at least as long as the lecture itself to run through Martin's questions, but now both the number of questions and their quality showed that Martin was really understanding the material. James packed his bags and was thinking about making a move when Martin stood and moved to the window. "You know what I really like about this room?" James said that he didn't. "It's that on hot days you can look down and see how stacked girls are." "I can see how that would be good," James answered, without really thinking about it. He was more concentrating on Martin, whose body was close to his as they looked down from the small window. "I think I am getting the hang of this subject now. Is there anything I can teach you?" "I'm not sure - I don't really know," said James, who had not been expecting this sort of question. "Have you ever tried any martial arts?" Martin asked. "No, why do you ask?" "Well, I'm quite good at judo, and thought I could teach you a few moves. James hardened a bit at the thought of grappling at close quarters with Martin. "OK," he said, gulping a little. They started with Martin demonstrating some simple grapples and safer throws, with James then practicing them on Martin. James was actually having fun and to some extent ignoring the closeness with the gorgeous lad. Suddenly, things changed. Martin had told James to go again, but this time, instead of not resisting as he had previously, it was James who found himself on his back with Martin straddling his chest, pinning him to the floor. James's view was of Martin's crotch and, if he glanced up, Martin's torso and face. The Asian lad was grinning. "This is what you really want isn't it?" Martin asked. "Pardon?" "I've seen how you look at me. I didn't get it until I saw the T-shirt when we got back here. You're into me, aren't you?" James said nothing. "Come on James. You can say. I know I'm a hot guy." "Yes," replied James. "Yes, you are." "How about I give you something you really want as a thank you." "OK," said James. "I'm going to move now, but you stay where you are," Martin instructed. James indicated that he would comply, and Martin dismounted. He watched as Martin moved round and stood in front of him as he lay on the ground. Martin had, like James, discarded his coat and pullover when then got to his room, was also wearing his polo shirt loose. Martin made sure that James was watching, then slowly removed the polo shirt. James looked in in rapt attention as Martin's torso was revealed. He was somewhat surprised by the six-pack that Martin was sporting, but loved the smooth skin that was revealed as Martin removed his polo shirt. When Martin was just wearing clothes on his lower body, James was able to drink in the sight of him. Other than pit hair, and the very neat hair on his head, there was not a hair on Martin's body. James caught a cheeky glimpse of the top of Martin's underwear in the time that Martin stood before him, but it was not long before the other lad continued with his striptease. Martin's hands had moved to his waist and were working on the button of his jeans. There was a rasp as the zip fly was undone, then Martin was extracting himself from the close-fitting skinny jeans. James' breath caught in his throat as more of Martin's body was revealed to him. He now stood before James dressed only in socks and a pair of tight boxer briefs, that James could not help noticing were bulging exactly where they should be. Martin ran a hand over his bulge, then with a hand on both hips, pulled the underwear down allowing his cock to spring free. Once the boxers were low and loose enough round his legs, Martin just let them fall to the floor and stepped delicately out of them. James could now focus on the seven hard inches that Martin had revealed, with a neat patch of pubes above and reasonable sized balls hanging below. "Like what you see?" asked Martin. The only response James could give was to nod, at which point Martin moved back and straddled James again. This time, Martin settled himself further up James' body and, once he was comfortable, got his cock in hand and aimed it at James' mouth. James knew exactly what was expected of him and parted his lips to allow entry. He did not open his mouth too far, allowing his lips to make a tight seal round Martin's cock. He also positioned his tongue so it licked along the length of Martin's shaft as it slid into his mouth. Once his cock was securely in James' mouth, Martin's hand held the back of James' head to make it easier for James to suck. Due to the relative position of the two lads, Martin would be in control of this. James could not easily move his head, whereas Martin had full freedom to position his body in whatever way would be most comfortable for him. Still straddling James, Martin raised himself up slightly to give himself a better angle to fuck James' face. James could feel the warmth of Martin's legs as they gripped the sides of his body. He could feel the muscles move as Martin began to slide in and out of his mouth. His own cock was rock hard in his underwear as he sucked, but he could not do anything about it - this was just him getting his reward from Martin. James was loving this - from when he just had the tip of Martin's cock in his mouth, positioned just where he could lick the slit and any precum from the head, to when it was buried deep in his throat, Martin's pubes covering his nose and the Asian lad's balls on his chin. He was doing everything in his power to bring pleasure to Martin and it was obvious that his techniques were working. "Fuck, but you suck better than any girl I've known," panted Martin, at a point where James' tongue was swirling around his cockhead. "None of them has ever...OH FUCK...ever used their mouth like that." Despite being in charge, Martin seemed totally unruffled by his face fucking of James. When James was able to glance upwards, it seemed that not a hair was out of place on Martin's head. He wanted to engage more with Martin's cock or his own cock, but he didn't think Martin would appreciate the second, and couldn't get a hand in the right place to do the first. Instead, he concentrated on giving Martin as much pleasure as he was able to - varying the suction and what he was doing with his tongue as much as possible. "I'm getting close," breathed Martin, through increasingly short breaths. "Should I warn..." But it was too late for a warning. With repeated shouts of "Oh, fuck," Martin's hot seed flooded from his cock and filled James' mouth. James instinctively swallowed what he could and, as Martin withdrew his cock, licked as much if the spunk off the head as he could. Martin collapsed back, sitting on James' chest. "Fuck, that was amazing," he said. "It's a shame you can't teach sucking." "Well, I have quite a bit of experience," said James, with a smile. "And you are fucking gorgeous." "Thanks," replied Martin, who had got off James' chest and was now sitting on the edge of his bed, legs still slightly parted, giving James a good view of his cock, which was still semi-erect. James stood and was going to put his hoodie and coat on, and pick up his bag, when he was stopped with a hand on his leg. "I don't suppose you'd like me to fuck you as well?" Martin asked. "I'm good to go again." Would he like to be fucked by Martin. Fuck yes was the answer that went through James' head. "Really?" was the word that left James' lips. "Er, yeah." "I thought you got plenty. All that looking at girls' racks." "Yeah, but it's a lot of looking and not too much touching or better. I'm so fucking needy for sex." James just looked at Martin. "I like a bit of anal with a girl occasionally. I thought you may be able to, y'know, help out." "Would 'take me now' be too strong an answer for you?" James asked. "Not at all. I didn't know you were such a cock slut." "Please Martin, just fuck me." "Get up here then and get your ass ready." James couldn't move fast enough. He moved to the bed, undid his jeans, and pulled them and his boxers to just below his knees as he knelt on the bed. Martin had been jacking himself back to full hardness at the same time as applying some lube from a pump bottle in his nightstand. "Hold on," instructed Martin. James grasped two of the vertical bars of the headboard and was surprised to feel Martin's hand at his ass. One digit (James suspected Martin's thumb) was testing his ring, and then was withdrawn. The next thing James felt was something thicker at his hole. He relaxed, and Martin pushed himself in. James loved the feeling of being entered, that pain as his sphincter was stretched followed by the pleasure of a warm, hard cock inside him. Martin's cock wasn't overly long, and it wasn't more than averagely thick, but the body that it was attached to was to die for. With not much preparation, Martin didn't get his full length in first time. He spent his first strokes gradually getting deeper and deeper until he was able to press his pubes against James' buttocks. James hadn't been fucked since Oscar had taken him more than three months earlier, so his ass was nice and tight. It felt so right with Martin's cock in him. When James had been sucking, Martin had clearly been in need of release, and had cum quickly. This time, having just filled James' mouth with his seed, Martin was going to take his time. This is not to say that he did not put all of his energy into fucking James, it was just that he was not going to cum as fast as he had previously. All of this was perfectly fine with James. He would have stayed there all day to allow Martin to fuck him as much as he wanted to, but he suspected that this was going to be a one off. Martin had cum once at one end of him and was now going to round things off by filling his other end with seed to match. Martin was now slamming into James, the only soundtrack was someone else's music on too loud, and the rhythmic slapping as Martin's body slapped against James' buttocks as he bottomed out. With each thrust, pleasure coursed through James' body as his prostate was hit by Martin's cock. This time it was going to be James who wasn't able to hold on and, with a grunt, he spent his seed, shooting it over the covers of Martin's bed. The Asian lad behind him didn't react to this, other than sounds of pleasure as James' ring contracted round his cock as the white lad came. He just kept up his fucking, intent on only one thing - depositing more of his spunk in James' body. With a cock in his ass, James' cock did not really deflate much, and he could feel the spunk dripping from the tip of his still turgid member. He could sense, but not see, that Martin was getting close. The rhythm of the fucking was changing, and the Martin was beginning to moan with pleasure. When the orgasm came, it was as sudden as before. James could feel the cock in his ass pulsing, then the warmth of seed being deposited deep inside him. Martin remained inside until he was sure that he had finished cumming, then withdrew. James stayed in position but turned his head to look. This time, Martin's cock had lost all rigidity and was totally flaccid. James' own cock also went back to normal now his ass was no longer being stimulated. "Thanks," said Martin, simply. "For the teaching?" James queried. "That, and the sex at the end. It's been too long." James moved gingerly off the bed, making sure not to get anything in the pools of spunk. He carefully pulled his trousers on. "You've made a bit of a mess there," Martin commented, looking at the pools of white on the red duvet cover. "Good thing it is fresh bedding day today." Both lads were now fully dressed. Martin glanced at his watch. "Shit," he exclaimed, "I need to get these sheets to the laundry in 5 minutes or I won't get fresh. Are you OK to see yourself out." James said that he was. He knew the way by now. He set off down the stairs and cold fee Martin's seed slowly leaking from his hole as he made his way back to his own room.