Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2020 03:36:05 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: Tutoring Master Bates, Gay, Young Friends Nifty isn't free to maintain. It needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Consider giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The following is 100% made up. I enjoy getting feedback. Let me hear from you. butters2020@protonmail.com My dad's the groundskeeper at Mountain Springs School. It's a combination day school/residential 6-12 school in Georgia. Most of the students are day students but there are about a hundred and twenty-five who live on campus. I thought only Harry Potter lived at school but nope. MSS has dorms and everything. Me and my dad live in a little house on the campus. More of a cabin than a house but it's okay. I like the dorms better cuz they're newer. I get to go to school here at a reduced rate cuz my dad works here. After class I hang out at the dorms. I wish I could say I hang out with my friends but to be honest the kids who live here look down on me. They're rich (duh, their parents send them to boarding school) and I'm the caretaker's thirteen- year-old son, so we'll never be best friends. Or even casual friends. But I still hang in the common room and play video games or whatever. The newer dorms have keypads on the doors. I'm not supposed to go in them, but I swipe my dad's master pass sometimes and check them out. The rooms in the new building are more like suites. They have little kitchens even. Each suite has its own bathroom. The older buildings have a community bathroom in the hallway that everyone uses. Don't get me wrong, I have friends at MSS, but they're day students. At the end of the day they go home. I'm already home more or less. The first day of eight grade there were some new faces. At lunch we figured out how many newbies were day students and how many were residential students. There were maybe ten new boarders, two in my grade, some in the older grades and one in sixth grade, a little pipsqueak who looked like he'd piss himself if you said boo to him. I know what it's like to be the odd kid, the one left out. Even though he was two years younger than me I made it a point to go say hi. When he got over being freaked out that someone said boo to him, even though I said HI and not BOO, he seemed grateful to me and I thought I'd made a new friend. That is, until one of the rich shits told him who I was. He was new, and he was scared and nervous, and lonely and all of that, but he was also rich, and I was the caretaker's son, so that was that. He gave me the look I'd been used to getting since we'd first started living in the cabin at MSS and didn't even say bye when he went off to be a lonely, scared, sitting by himself pipsqueak at another table. Fuck him. After school I went to one of the older dorms to play X-box. They didn't like it and they didn't like me, but they tolerated it. I think some of them would've been nice to me if they thought the others didn't know about it. There was nothing wrong with me except I wasn't rich: I was good at sports, always kicking their asses at everything-football, softball, basketball, soccer, you name it. I was smart without being a poindexter. I don't mean to brag, but I was good looking. I mean no one was going to put me in a boy band, but I didn't have any zits, I had blonde hair and blue eyes, and decent tan and I was in good shape. I could have had a girlfriend if I wanted one. I didn't want one, but if I did, I ccould've. So anyway, I'm in Palmer Hall, playing X-Box with Jeremy, one of the residential students who's about 10% less of an asshole than the other guys, chugging Mountain Dew that I brought with me (enough to share cuz I'm not a dick) and we're having an okay time. After a while my body had to get rid of some of the Mountain Dew I'd been guzzling. "I gotta take a leak," I said. "Thanks for the update," Jeremy said and kept playing. I flipped him off and walked down the hall to the community bathroom. When I walked in, I could hear one of the showers running. Usually people shower at night or first thing in the morning unless they're coming in from playing football or something. It was unusual for anyone to be showering in the middle of the day. I emptied my bladder at one of the urinals. I didn't flush because I liked leaving my piss for one of the rich shits to find. I was about to wash my hands when I wondered again about the shower. What if it wasn't someone taking a shower? What if it was a broken shower that had been running since the rich shits took their showers this morning. None of these guys would think to report it. If that's what it was, Dad would need to know. I decided to take a quick peek. If it was a problem, I'd call dad and tell him. If someone really was taking a midday shower, I'd go back to playing X-box with Jeremy. I walked through the archway to the shower stalls. The running shower was in the last stall. I walked over to it, careful not to make any noise in case someone was there. When I got there, I saw that the shower curtain wasn't fully closed. Yep, someone was in there. The little pipsqueak from lunch. I was about to turn to go when I noticed through the gap in the curtain that he was looking down, staring at something. I took a step closer to see what he was fixated on. I almost laughed but caught myself. He was boned up! He wasn't jerking it, just staring at it like he didn't know what it was. I know he's had boners before-why is he so fascinated with it? He made it bounce up and down a couple times, then pushed it down toward his balls with his finger. When he took his hand away it bounced back up, slapping him. If I squinted, I could make out maybe a dozen hairs over his dick. Hell, maybe he DOESN'T know what it is, I thought. I don't know if I made a noise, or if I'd entered his peripheral vision but he suddenly whipped his head around and saw me. He gasped and yanked the shower curtain the rest of the way closed. "Go away!" he shouted. "Relax, Peter Prickman, it's nothing I haven't seen before." I heard him crying. Part of me felt bad for him. No one likes getting busted playing with their junk. But another part of me hadn't forgotten the look he gave me in the cafeteria when he found out I was the caretaker's son. I left the bathroom and went back to Jeremy. "Took you long enough," he said. "Yeah, well I drank a lot of Dew. Hey who's that new kid? The sixth grader? "Connor Morgan Bates, the third." I rolled my eyes. "Of course he is." We played another five minutes and then Jeremy said he already had homework, which sucked since it was only the first day of classes. He went to his room. I finished off the Mountain Dew and was tossed the empty bottle into the trash when CMB the Third came walking down the hall from the bathroom. He was wearing a big fluffy bathrobe. I rolled my eyes again. What else would a Connor Morgan Bates the third wear on his way from the shower? Normal people would just have a towel wrapped around their waists. He ignored me when he passed me, either because he was embarrassed I'd seen his hardon or because I was just the son of the hired help. His face was still red from his crying episode. I watched him take his ID card from the pocket of the robe and put against the keypad of the door of his room. I was prepared to forget about him until he gave me a disdainful, superior look before going into his room. Crybaby's gonna try to lord it over me? I don't think so. I went to his room and fished my dad's master pass card from my pocket and put it against the keypad on his door. When the light above the pad turned from red to green, I went in. He was standing in front of his closet. He still wore the robe, but it was no longer tied close. He was no longer boned up. His tiny dick, just an inch and a half of nothing, pointed out from the top of his ball sack. I was surprised at how big his balls were, given the puny size of his dick. He pulled the robe closed as I stepped up to him. "What are-how did you get in here? Get out!" I ignored his protests and his demands. What was he going to do about it? I had six inches on him, and like I said, I kick ass at football, soccer, etc. and I'm pretty fit. He's a little pipsqueak Richie Rich who probably never had to do anything physical in his life. I stepped right up to him, invading his personal space, and reached into the robe, grabbing his tiny dick. "That was a good boner you were making in the shower," I said. He swatted at my hand and tried to step back but I grabbed him by the shoulder, preventing him from going anywhere. "But you were just looking at it," I went on. "Don't you know what to do with a boner?" I manipulated his dick coaxing it back into a hard on. He stopped swatting at my hand and the robe fell open. We both stared at my fingers playing with his three incher. "What... What are you doing?" he panted. "Jesus, CMB3, haven't you ever jerked off before?" "I don't know." He shivered and his knees threatened to give out on him. And he hadn't even cum yet! Judging from those monster sized balls, I was guessing that was capable of more than a dry cum, but who knows? I wondered if he'd ever had a wet dream. I leaned over and put my mouth next to his ear. "Should I keep going?" I whispered; my hot breath must have tickled him because he shuddered again. "I don't know," he repeated. "I mean, no. NO! this is wrong!" "Suit yourself," I said, and let go of his little cockle. I saw the hunger in his eyes as I turned to go. "Wait!" he said. I turned around and raised my eyebrow at him. "What was that? What's jerking off?" "Ask your mommy," I sneered and left him there. Let those big ol' balls turn blue, the little fucker. It turns out CMB3 and I have a class together: Gym. I didn't notice him yesterday until he looked so lost and alone at lunch. I must have been distracted during gym, which is my favorite class. It was raining so we weren't on the field, but were in the gymnasium, sitting on the floor waiting for the twelve guys currently playing volleyball to finish their game so we could have our turn. Connor was sitting across from me, sneaking glances at me but quickly averting his eyes whenever I made eye contact. I hissed at him and he looked at me. I gave him a thumbs up with my left hand. He gave me an uncertain look until I took my right hand and grabbed my extended thumb and diddled it, the same way I'd diddled his dick yesterday. Then he blushed furiously and turned away. I laughed. I laughed again when I saw him put his hands in his lap, trying to hide the little boner he'd sprung. The boner that I'd just given him. The guys at the net finished their game and Coach blew his whistle. "Next up!" he yelled. That was us. I stood up and trotted over to the net, accepting the ball from Jeremy. Then I heard Coach yell, "Bates! Where the hell are you going?" I turned around to see Connor Morgan Bates the Third running out of the gym, his right hand still in front of his crotch. Once again, I rolled my eyes. Like anyone could see that tiny thing. After school I was in Palmer Hall again. Jeremy wasn't there and the jerks who were, were ignoring me as usual. Fuck 'em. I racked up the balls at the pool table and played a game against myself. I'd just sunk the eight ball when CMB3 walked past me on his way from the bathroom to his dorm room. He was wearing his fluffy robe again. No one made any comments about it and I wondered if they all wore fancy robes when they went for their showers. Just before Connor closed his door he coughed. I glanced at him. He untied the belt of the robe, letting it slip open, exposing his twitching hardon, then closed the door. I know an invitation when I see one. I didn't use the pass card this time but knocked on the door. He was still in the robe when he opened it. He'd clearly wanted me to come but now that I was here, he was tongue-tied. "Umm, hi," He said. I pushed my way inside and closed the door behind me. "Umm hi yourself." We stood there staring at each other in silence for half a minute. Then I said, "I can see your dick." He swallowed. "I know." "it's hard. Aren't you going to yell at me to get out? "No." I could see his hardon literally throbbing. "Can you help me?" he blurted out. I raised an eyebrow. "With what?" "Jerking off. I don't know how." I started to say something, but he talked over me. "Don't tell me to ask my mommy. It's just me and my Gran and she doesn't talk to me about that kind of stuff." "For Christ's sake, kid, look at some porn and figure it out." I thought he was going to cry again. "I can't! Gran has that filter software on my laptop. I couldn't even Google jerking off without it blocking everything. I don't know how to do it." I reached out and gave his cockle a little squeeze and he moaned. I let go of it and turned to go. "You'll figure it out," I said. "I'll pay you!" he said. That got my attention. "What?" "Gran said if I need a tutor while I'm here I can pay one twenty dollars an hour." "Well, well well. Young Master Bates needs lessons to masturbate. Where's the money?" He went to his desk, opened the center drawer and took out his wallet. He came back and handed me a twenty. "Can we start now?" I put the money in my pocket. "You do what I say, no questions. Right?" He nodded eagerly. "Okay. Take off that stupid robe." He shucked it in about two seconds and threw it on the bed behind him. I took a minute to study him. He had pink dime-sized nipples that were hardly there. They kind of faded into the skin of his chest. Nothing like mine that were brown and distinct. I wondered if they'd perk up when played with like mine do. His dozen straight pubes were clustered at the root of his dick. I doubt he'd had them more than a month. But those balls! They were at least as big as mine. Maybe bigger. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. His eyes never left my hand as I pulled down the zipper of my fly. "I thought you were going to jerk off me," he whined. "Monkey see, then monkey do. If monkey is lucky, monkey's tutor will do him." He nodded, staring so intently when I stepped out of my jeans that I asked him if wanted to take notes. I pulled down my briefs and gave him a good view of my own cock and pubes. "You're so big!" he said. "And you're not even hard." "I'm not big. Just normal." Okay, compared to him I was huge, but seriously, I was only 3 inches soft. "And as for being hard, it's up to you to get me that way." "How?' I rolled my eyes. "Jesus, kid, play with it!" He grabbed my dick and started yanking it. "The fuck! You're not milking a cow! Gently, dude!" "Sorry!" I sighed. "Like this." I softly ran my fingers thru my pubes, which were brown, even though the hair on my head was blonde. I softly lifted my dick and ran my fingers over the head and gave it a stroke or two. The truth is, I'd been fighting the urge to bone up ever since I'd seen CGB3's hard cock bobbing under his robe. "Now you do it," I told him. He grabbed my dick and caressed it, exploring it properly this time, and I stopped resisting what I'd been wanting to do and allowed myself to harden to my full five inches. "Holy shit!" he whispered. "Go get on the bed," I told him, remembering how his knees nearly gave out just from a couple strokes. I followed him to the bed. He sat on the side. "This is how you jerk off." I started stroking my cock, slowly at first then faster. I nearly spunked and stopped just in time. "Now you try." He tried to wrap his fist around his little dick. "No, man. You don't have enough dick for that. Just use a couple fingers." He did and I could tell by the look on his face that he liked the way it felt. "Keep doing that long and enough and you'll cum." He seemed disappointed. "What's the matter Connor? That's what you wanted to learn, isn't it?" "Yeah," he said, sounding as unsatisfied as he looked. "Or did you want more for your twenty bucks?" "I don't know. Like what? "Well. There's other ways to cum besides jerking off." He stopped jerking but held on to his dick. "Will you show me?" "Not for no twenty bucks." "I can pay more." "I don't want more money. If I'm gonna get you off, you gotta get me off. Deal?" He was so anxious to bust a nut he would have agreed to anything. "Deal!" he said. "Okay kid. Remember the rule. Whatever I say, you do. No questions." He nodded. I pointed to his face. "Suck my finger." "How come?" "No questions." He sucked my finger into his mouth and when he'd slobbered it enough to make it slick, I pulled it out. "Now lay down and spread your legs," I told him. He looked nervous but did as I said. "Lift them a little." When his anus was exposed to me, I took the finger that was slick with his spit and rubbed his hole gently. "Oh!" he gasped. "Jerk your cock," I said, still rubbing his boypussy. I joined him on the bed and knelt between his legs. Still rubbing his hole, I leaned over and licked his ball sack. "Unnn!" he said. You ain't seen nothing yet, I thought. I licked lower till I was at his taint. "Oh god!" he shouted, and I wondered how soundproofed the walls in the dorm were. I kept licking lower until I was able to replace my finger with my tongue, rimming him. He let go of his dick to grasp the sheets on either side of him. I ate him out for another half a minute then sat up. "Don't stop!" he said. "Remember, if I'm gonna get you off, you have to get me off." His eyes grew wide. "I don't think I can lick your butt hole. I'm sorry I just can't." I smirked. "Don't worry. I got something else in mind. You think you can suck my dick?" "I don't know." "It's easy. I'll show you." I went back to his crotch and without preamble sucked his little cocklet into my mouth. He went back to gripping the sheets and whipped his head back and forth. I wasn't about to let him cum, fearing he'd either feel guilty afterward and start screaming Get Out again, or would lose interest in keeping his end of the bargain once he blew his load. So, when I sensed he was about to bust his nut I pulled off. "No!" he yelled. "More!" "My turn," I said firmly and skootched up until my cock hovered over his mouth. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and gave it a taste. "Go on, suck it," I told him and forced it into his mouth. He did his best but despite my warnings kept grazing me with his teeth. That's fine, I thought. Payback's a bitch. "Connor, remember how good my finger felt on your ass?" "mm hmm" he said with his mouth full of my cock. "It wouldn't have felt good if I'd rubbed it with a dry finger. That's why I had you suck it first. So you better really slobber up my cock or it's gonna hurt." "Unh?" "No questions, kids. Just keep sucking." I gave my nuts a tug while he blew me. It wasn't a great blow job, but a bad blow job is still good. I pulled out of his mouth and for the third or fourth time he broke the no question rule. "What did you mean about it hurting if I didn't slobber it up? What are you going to-" Jesus there was only way to shut this kid up. I kissed him. I never kissed another boy but if I'm being honest, I'd wanted to. I may as well practice on him. He tried to push me off but that was a waste of time. I just grabbed his wrists and put his arms by his side and held him down and kept kissing him. When I was satisfied that he knew who was in charge I let go his wrists and reached for those non-existent nipples. I gave one a pinch and he gasped, opening his mouth which had been closed, allowing me to slide my tongue between his teeth and flick it against his tongue. At first, he was passive, just letting my tongue assault him, but then his tongue fought back, exploring my own. He moaned, and I pinched his tit harder. He wrapped his arms around me and pushes his dick up against mine. Instinct took over and he humped me. I reached down between my legs and grabbed his dick and gave him a couple of strokes, making him moan louder. Then I grabbed my dick and lifted myself up a little, I aimed my cock at his virgin hole and rubbed against it. I thought he'd fight me, but he only hugged me tighter. I broke the kiss and his eyes met mine but his had a glazed look. "Connor," I said, "I'm gonna fuck you." He only nodded. "Did you hear me? I'm gonna shove my cock inside you and fuck you." "Do it." He said. I raised an eyebrow. Wasn't expecting this. I pushed harder and his face contorted in pain. I paused. "DO IT!" he said. I kept pushing until the head of my dick was inside him. He groaned, in pain? Relief? Pleasure? I didn't know and I didn't care. I fed him more of my cock. "Oh! Oh shit! Do it! Keep doing it!" I was balls deep inside him now. I started sliding my cock in and out. "You're so tight," I said. "Dunno how long I can last." "Oh, shit what did you do?" he suddenly said. I had no idea what I did but whatever it was he sure liked it. His dick twitched. When I pushed into him again his dick twitched again. "mmf! Keep doing that! Don't stop!" His twitching cock was such a turn on. I grabbed it and jerked it as I fucked him, and he made a noise like an animal. I could see his two balls pull apart within his sack as the scrotum pulled up tight against his body. His eggs were moving up and down as I fucked him, like they had a mind of their own. And then his sack pulled up so tight it pulled his balls together and he let out a long moan as a cum gusher erupted from his dick. You wouldn't expect so much spunk to come out of such a tiny, immature dick. The first rope landed on his lower lip. The rest pooled over his scrawny chest. I wanted to lick it up, but I was busy at the moment. Seeing him have his first cum pushed me over the edge. I don't think I had the same gusher he did, but I unloaded a good-sized load of cum up his ass. He played with the puddle of jizz on his chest in awe. "Next lesson tomorrow?" he asked.