Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2022 19:51:13 +0000 From: Enzo Matrice Subject: math-tutor-7 Math Tutor 07 by EnzoMatrix [enzomatrice@protonmail(dot)com] (boy/teen first time) Please support the Nifty Archive Alliance so we have a place to share and enjoy our stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As my idol Zachyboy once said. "Give a little something today, you frisky little cheapskate." Nifty Archive Alliance also participates in smile.amazon.com! If you shop at Amazon, please consider using amazonsmile and choose Nifty Archive Alliance Inc as your charity. They will donate to Nifty, at no cost to you. If you like this story and want to check out my other stories, search for enzomatrice in the Nifty search bar and they should all appear. All my stories start on AllTheFallen and propagate from there. Constructive feedback is always welcome :) enjoy, enzo =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The previous day's tutoring session is a blur of stiffies, weird feelings, and...well...Dylan! Just thinking about it has gotten Enzo super excited in more ways than one. All that stuff going through his brain has produced an aching boner that just won't go down. It's so hard it hurts! He barely finished his solo studies with the thoughts of Dylan on his mind. He can't wait until tomorrow when Dylan returns. I mean, he REALLY cannot wait! He just can't get Dylan out of his mind and the boner for him just will not subside! He gets up and walks around the room. Then sits back down. He tries studying, but it just won't go down. He tries laying on the bed. First on his back, on his side, then flips over to his other side; he can't seem to find any relief. He rolls onto his stomach, "OUCH!" His stiffy gets in the way. He tries to adjust himself to a more comfortable position. As his hand feels his stiffy and his body squirms, he feels something...something good...something REALLY good. He thrusts his midsection into the bed and his boner tingles a little. He pushes into the bed harder and moves around. Yeah, even better! He grinds his stiffy into the bed and moans quietly from the feelings it is producing! He puts his hand to his stiffy again, it's throbbing. He rubs it, then grinds it into his hand. Yeah, this feels super good. REALLY, REALLY super good. It's so stiff and throbbing – then in a frenzy, he squeezes it and moans. He remembers staring at Dylan's stiffy and feeling it against him as they hugged. He starts rubbing himself and squeezing harder, moaning Dylan's name. Then something truly amazing happens. His boner starts to pulse and his head gets light, he is overwhelmed by a whole new set of feelings and emotions. He feels a wetness erupt from his boner. He lets out a little squeak and is suddenly washed in a feeling of joy. It's the most amazing feeling ever. "Dylan..." he sighs, before entering a total state of bliss. =+=-=+=-=+= "Oh, Saika...jerk my big dick baby. Yeah, you like that big dick in your hands, don't you...yeah baby, make me cum...Oh, yeah...I'm gonna cum, baby...yeah, Enzo...make me... Enzo! I'm cumming Enzo!!!!!" Dylan looks down. His smooth, taut, 15-year-old tummy is covered in jizz. He looks at the mess he made, ashamed of what brought him to this point. The 12-year-old boy he now fantasizes about, dressed like Saika...his student...his Enzo. He thought about the boy all day! Then ran home the moment the school bell rang. He barely got the bedroom door closed before he was pounding his pud and spaying his teen spirit in the boy's name. Dylan, you are pathetic, he thinks to himself. What the hell am I gonna do tomorrow...when I am with the boy again. What have I got myself into... =+=-=+=-=+= "Enzo, dinner's ready," Claire yells from behind Enzo's bedroom door. Enzo rolls onto his back, stretches, and then feels something weird. He slides his hand into his pants... Ewe, it's wet and sticky down there! He removes his hand, looks at it, and sniffs. The same stuff he woke up to the other morning – ejaculation. He is no longer stiff though, so he feels relieved about that. He quickly removes his pants and favorite red undies with the blue waistband. He looks at the little mess he made in his undies and sighs, tossing them to the side. He goes to the dresser to get a fresh pair. After getting dressed, he goes to the kitchen for dinner. "Did you finish your studies Enzo? Dylan will be back tomorrow; I hope you're ready for him?" Enzo's mom asks. Enzo is daydreaming about Dylan again. Claire sees the twinkle in Enzo's eyes and a blank stare when her mom mentions Dylan. She giggles and shakes her head. "Enzo! Your mother asked you a question. Are finished with your studies," his dad repeats. Enzo snaps out of it, "Oh, yeah. Sorry...yeah, I am finished. I am totally ready for Dylan tomorrow!" Claire smiles, saying, "I bet you are..." under her breath. Enzo elbows Claire and gives her a nasty look. His mom adds, "Dylan is such a nice boy. I'm so glad he found an expert to help with your learning disability." "Yeah! Dylan is super awesome, right! We meet with the expert after school next week. I can't wait." Enzo says with excitement. His mother puts the last dish on the table and sits down. The family enjoys dinner together, talking about their day. After dinner, the twins clean up the table together and wash the dishes. Afterward, they go back to their rooms. When they reach Enzo's room, he grabs Claire's arm and pulls her into his room, and closes the door. "Hey, so tomorrow..." Claire giggles, "what about tomorrow..." giving him a smirk, knowing full well Dylan is coming. "Yer gonna help me, right? Dress like Saika, right?" Enzo nods his head excitedly, "right?" Claire giggles, "yes, I'm gonna help you. Calm down. Geesh..." He grabs her hand and pulls her to the bed; they both sit. She looks over and sees his dirty red undies, "is that a wet stain in your undies? Ewe! Seriously Enzo? If you're gonna like pleasure yourself you need to hide the evidence! Gross!" Enzo's face turns beet red, "I...but...I wasn't..." The thoughts of him rubbing himself suddenly floods his little head. He looks down in shame. "Bro it's OK. We all do it...just yaknow, it's kinda gross when you just leave the...uhm...result just laying around. Mom will flip if she sees that. You really need to clean up after yourself Enzo." Enzo cocks his head, "so, you...yaknow...but how..." curious as to how girls do it. "Let me stop you there bro! Boys and girls...uhm...do it differently – let's leave it at that. I'm not gonna talk about those kinda girl things with you. Or boy things for that matter! You need to talk with a boy about boy things. Or to dad...{long pause}...or maybe ask Dylan to teach you?" She puts on a wise-ass smile, half serious about asking Dylan. Enzo feels that weird feeling in his stomach when Claire mentions Dylan. Especially giving the topic. "You mean...should I...I mean..." he whispers, "like ask him to teach me that stuff?" She interrupts him, "Oh, you're serious? Uhm...I mean, I guess so? Just be subtle...I know it's hard for you to do that...but try it for once." "So, just ask him to teach me how to...yaknow...masturbate?" He says the last word in a whisper. "So much for subtle," she says rolling her eyes. "I mean be a little less direct, like I told you last time, remember? Tell him you're embarrassed; you need advice on boy stuff. That kind of thing." Enzo thinks, "you think he would talk about that stuff with me?" Claire giggles, "who knows, but there is only one way to find out. Right?" Enzo nods but still seems a bit nervous about talking to Dylan about such things. "Look, he is either gonna talk to you about it or not. The world won't end either way." She smiles, "but it might lead to something more..." she gives him a sexy eyebrow look. "Thanks again sis for all your advice." He starts to go in for a hug, "Psych! I don't hug Mario Cart losers!" "Oh, it's on!" She jumps up and heads for the door, followed closely by Enzo. They run for the Switch and have a loud and fun time playing video games. At least until dad finally has enough and tells them to get ready for bed. "Aw, Dad! One more?" the twins beg in stereo. "Now," was all he needed to say. Dad has spoken and playtime is officially over for the night. They say goodnight and go to their rooms. Like most nights these days, Enzo falls asleep thinking of Dylan. Claire on the other hand has BL fantasies, wondering how far her brother and his tutor will take it tomorrow. =+=-=+=-=+= Just like the previous visit by Dylan, Enzo drags Claire home after school to help him transform. After dropping his school stuff in his room, he runs to Claire's room. "I'm ready, make me into Saika again sis!" "Go to the bathroom and strip, I will be right behind you." She grabs the clothing and accessories. Claire helps Enzo put on the magnetic earrings, and the pretty necklace, and applies his lip gloss. "Time to tuck," she says with a giggle. Like before, he opens his legs, and slides his fingers from root to tip, pushing his soft prick between his legs. "OK, now hold your thingy in place and I will pull the panties up." She instructs him. "OK now the rest," she says, helping him with the cute light-green top, green shorts, and two-tone green sports jacket. She checks him out, then gently rubs his nips and giggles. "Remember to get them hard." He nods and giggles. Claire hands him the violet towel, "you may need this today," then winks. Enzo stands in front of the mirror checking himself out. Claire stands behind him, "I can see why Dylan likes this look, you look super cute." Enzo looks at her, "you really think so?" Claire puts her chin on his shoulder; they look face to face in the mirror, "definitely...but you're not just doing this for Dylan, right?" Enzo looks her in the eyes. "I mean, not just for him...I do like dressing like Saika." "Just as long as you are doing it cause it makes you happy, and not to make someone else happy. I'm really proud of you Enzo, not many boys our age would be so brave to explore themselves like this." "Thanks, sis. And thanks for helping me." "You have fun with Dylan today. I'll keep mom busy." Claire turns to leave and goes to the living room to meet her mother. Enzo goes to his room to get ready for Dylan. Claire hears a knock at the door. She walks to the front door and opens it. "Hi Claire, Mrs. Mattus." "Hi Dylan, sorry I need to go to the store again with Claire. Hope you don't mind us leaving you boys alone again?" Enzo's mom asks. Dylan smiles, "no...uhm...not at all." Claire winks at Dylan, "have fun you two...studying," she says giggling as they leave. Dylan gulps, "thanks..." Dylan thinks to himself, she's acting odd, I wonder what she meant? Enzo breathes deeply after hearing Dylan make his way down the hall. He rubs his nips to make them stiff, this time maybe a little too much – he feels something else stiffening. Oh boy, I'm stiff already, he thinks to himself. Dylan stands at the door of the room and knocks, "hey Enzo." Enzo gets up, turns around, and smiles at Dylan, "hey Dylan." Dylan smiles back, staring at the boy and almost drooling. He was already half-hard with anticipation before he entered the room, now he was rock hard and tenting his pants. "I was hoping you would be Saika again..." Enzo looks down at Dylan's tented pants and smiles, "I know how much you like it." Dylan blushes and nods yes. Enzo can't keep his eyes off Dylan's hidden treasure and Dylan can't keep his eyes off Saika. "Ready to play?" Dylan says, before correcting himself. "I mean, math games..." Enzo nods shyly, waiting for Dylan's next move. The teen walks toward the boy and sits down. Enzo can clearly see Dylan's stiffy tenting the teen's pants. Dylan looks up at Enzo and sees where his eyes are glued. Enzo goes to sit, but is so preoccupied with Dylan's stiffy, he is careless. "Ouch!" He squeaks feeling his tucked stiffy get squished. "You OK Enzo?" "Uhm, yeah...just a little...it's...I'm OK..." he says to Dylan, but hides the fact it really hurts down there. He squirms a little bit to get comfortable, but he is just too stiff. Dylan sees a tear form in Enzo's eye and how much he is squirming in his chair. "Really, Enzo...are you OK? You look really uncomfortable. Did you hurt yourself?" Dylan asks, with concern. Enzo looks into Dylan's eyes, then thinks about what his sister said. He looks down peeking at Dylan's stiffness, "it's kinda embarrassing..." "What's embarrassing Enzo? You can tell me." "It's really stiff right now...kinda like yours {he nods toward Dylan's visible stiffy}...but mine is pushed down." Enzo's face turns red, realizing what he just said out loud. Dylan gulps, not sure what to say next. "Does it...I mean...does it happen a lot..." Enzo interrupts, "yeah, it happens a lot lately..." He looks down and sees Dylan's stiffy move a little like it's waving to Enzo. "Yeah...mine too..." Dylan says quietly. The air is charged with pre-teen and teen hormones wafting heavily in the air. The silence is deafening. They look into each other's eyes again. "What do you...yaknow...do to...well...yaknow..." Enzo stumbles, trying to follow his sister's advice, but he can't find the words. Dylan nervously finishes for him, "you mean, get relief?" Enzo nods shyly. Dylan looks at the boy; he is so adorable and innocent and...struggling. Just like he struggled when he was Enzo's age. Not understanding his body yet or what it's capable of – the urges and who he is inside. Dylan realizes that this is the moment of truth, there is no turning back from here. Dylan gulps loudly, "do you know what masturbation is Enzo?" Enzo looked down embarrassed and gently shook his head no. He knew the word, but not its true meaning. Dylan's heart almost melted right then and there. Poor kid. His little boner is probably raging down there and doesn't even know how to soothe his needs or desires. He puts his hand on Enzo's back, "hey, it's OK Enzo, we all have to learn sometime, right?" Enzo looks up with his doe eyes, "will you teach me Dylan?" Dylan is immediately conflicted. He so much wants this boy, badly, more than anything. But he is just that; a boy, an innocent boy, his student. "I'm not sure it's appropriate Enzo...maybe your da..." Enzo puts his hand on Dylan's arm, "please Dylan...it's just so stiff right now it hurts..." Dylan gulps. He feels sorry for the boy and lets his raging teen hormones take control. "Enzo, you can't tell anyone about this..." Enzo lights up like a Christmas tree. "Really, you will teach me?" He looks into Enzo's eyes. He just can't say no to this boy. "Yes, I will teach you. But only if you keep it between us." Enzo nods, super excited and squirming in his chair, all smiles, but also in serious pain down there. He is more aroused than he has ever been. Dylan gulps and then tries to go into teacher mode, to keep this a learning exercise and not let his hormones get totally out of control. "OK, everyone is a little different. You will have to find what works best for you." Enzo is hanging on every word, nodding that he understands. Dylan grabs a pencil, "some guys like the finger technique. Put your thumb behind like this, fingers like this, and stroke up and down. Others like the hand technique. Wrap your hand around the shaft and stroke up and down. There are other variations and of course some just like rubbing it. You can use whatever works to get you to ejaculate – that's how you get relief. Do you know what ejaculation is?" Enzo shyly nods, "when the white gooey stuff comes out...and it feels amazing!" Dylan chuckles, "that's right, it's an amazing feeling when the white gooey stuff shoots out. Sounds like you experienced that already Enzo?" Enzo nods yes, "the other day I woke up and it was kinda wet down there. A wet dream, right?" Dylan nods yes. Enzo continues, "Then yesterday I kinda rubbed myself while lying in bed, and...yeah...it got wet again. You said it shoots out?" He asks, cocking his head like a questioning puppy. Dylan didn't expect that kind of openness from Enzo. The boy actually came and didn't even know it. Maybe he wasn't the little boy Dylan thought he was? "You were laying on the bed rubbing it?" Enzo gives him a cute little nod. "See, you already kinda know about masturbation. But you missed the fun part, watching it shoot." Dylan says with a chuckle. Just thinking about Dylan, and all the masturbation talk has got Enzo really worked up now. He is stiff as the pencil Dylan is holding and it hurts like hell. He starts squirming like crazy. "It's really stiff now, isn't it?" Enzo nods, a cringe on his face. Dylan gulps, "if it really hurts, you should maybe take care of..." Before Dylan finished, Enzo excitedly jumps up and pulls down his green shorts. Dylan's eyes widen as he sees Enzo in the tightest girly panties. Enzo is totally flat in the front, like a girl. He knows he should stop him, but he is just so ADORABLE! Enzo quickly pulls his panties down and his 12-year-old boner pops into view. "Ah," he sighs with relief. Dylan is speechless, he almost blows a load right then and there. He is practically drooling at the sight of Enzo's boyhood. "It's so...beautiful..." he whispers. Enzo's face turns red, and he barely whispers back, "you like it Dylan?" Dylan can't take his eyes off it and just nods like he is in a trance from the boy's precious jewels. "It kinda hurts from being trapped," Enzo says looking down at it. Dylan is now transfixed, he sees a bit of redness "I think..." he leans down and digs into his bookbag, and pulls out a little bottle of lotion. "...maybe this will help." He opens the lotion bottle and pours some into his hand. He looks at Enzo's cute face and that adorably innocent expression, "may I?" Enzo bites his lower lip and gives a cute, innocent nod. Dylan is about to touch his prick! It pulses in anticipation. Dylan grasps his little pecker, causing Enzo to flinch. "...sorry, it's a little cold. It will warm up." Dylan slathers the lotion on, causing Enzo to moan and close his eyes from the amazing feeling of Dylan's hand. "Does that feel a little better?" Enzo nods hard, eyes closed, and starts to purr, "it feels really good now." Dylan knows he has already gone this far...he starts to work the lotion in, giving the boy a gentle hand job. Enzo starts moaning, "that feels so good Dylan..." Dylan smiles and continues to stroke the boy, "the lotion makes it feel really good right?" Enzo nods again, really hard. Enzo's pre-teen hormones are so amped up at this point, the wind would have set him off. "Dylan...it's tingling...Dylan..." Dylan pumps him a little faster and harder. He wants to make the boy cum...no, needs to make him cum. "Dylan..." Enzo lets out a squeak and shoots one, two, then three strong little spurts right at Dylan. Seeing the boy almost pass out from pleasure, Dylan helps the boy sit. He just stares at the adorable boy, smiling, admiring the beauty of his bliss. As Enzo, regains his senses, he looks at Dylan just staring at him. "What?" He says, with a smirk. "Enzo, that was really amazing...you're really cute and..." Enzo interrupts, "I feel the same way Dylan...can...can I see yours? Please..." he begs. "OK..." Dylan says, totally under the boy's spell. Enzo get very excited, he finally gets to see what Dylan's been hiding. He bites his lower lip in anticipation. Dylan gets up and unbuttons and unzips his pants, they drop to the floor. Enzo's eyes are locked on Dylan's hidden treasures and Dylan's are on the boy's face waiting for his reaction. His cock pulses in his boxers. Enzo is really biting into his lower lip... Dylan finally drops his boxers, hearing a gasp from Enzo. "Woah, it's so big...really big. And it has hair around it and stuff..." Partly to mimic Enzo and partly pride, he asks, "you like it Enzo?" Enzo can't take his eyes off it. He just nods, like crazy. Dylan smiles, then gulps loudly, "mine kinda hurts too, from being trapped. Would you like to help me?" Enzo, very excited, nods really hard and reaches for the lotion. Dylan is standing, looking down at the adorable boy, cock pulsing in anticipation. Enzo puts lotion into his hand and then nervously grasps Dylan's huge teenage cock. "It's so big, and hard," Enzo whispers, practically drooling. He slathers lotion on, just like Dylan did, causing the teen to moan, "yeah, that feels better already Enzo." Enzo looks up and smiles, proud to finally help Dylan this time. He wraps his little hand around it and starts to gently stroke, "like this Dylan?" "Yeah Enzo, just like that...it feels amazing..." Dylan is totally out of his mind now, "I've been dreaming about this happening since the moment I saw you dressed like Saika." Enzo is just beside himself, "really Dylan? I have been dreaming about you too..." Like Enzo, his hormone levels are so high he knows this first time won't last long. But hearing that Enzo is actually dreaming about him makes him want to just blow. He starts to pump his cock into Enzo's hands, "gonna shoot soon Enzo..." Enzo starts to speed up, just like Dylan did for him. Dylan moans loudly, "Enzo...I'm gonna...Enzo..." Enzo feels the teen's cock start to pulse before it starts shooting teen spunk into his cute face. "Woah, cool! There's so much..." Watching his spunk cover Enzo's face is the most amazing sight Dylan has ever seen. It's like his spunk is double the normal amount. When he finally stops shooting, he sits down, looks at the beautiful boy, and without thinking, leans in and kisses the boy on the lips. Enzo's eyes widen like saucers. Dylan quickly retreats, "Enzo...sorry...I went too far...I..." Enzo puts his hand on Dylan's arm to stop him, "No...I liked it Dylan. I hope we can..." Just then they hear the front door open. Dylan looks at his watch, "shoot their back...we need to clean up quick. Our little secret, right?" Enzo nods. Dylan sees the towel and wipes Enzo's face off. Then he wipes Enzo's tiny spurts off himself. They both get up and pull up their pants. Dylan quickly opens the book, "look like we're studying" he whispers. Enzo nods. Dylan goes over a few equations so it seems like they are studying. They both know math is the farthest thing from their minds right now. Nonetheless, they try to switch off their hormonal gears to focus on math. At the end of the session, Dylan praises Enzo, "you are doing really well Enzo. I will be very interested in what the specialist has to say next week." Enzo is excited about next week as well, "me too Dylan! I am really excited to meet them to see if they can cure me!" Dylan chuckles and messes his hair, "no cure little man, just better ways to deal with it." When they get up, Enzo goes in for a really tight hug. "Thanks for everything Dylan...I hope next time we can maybe..." he whispers, "maybe you can teach me more...stuff..." Dylan whispers back, "I hope so too Enzo...I really li..." They are interrupted by Claire, "hey boys? I see you're having fun...learning?" She says smiling as the boys quickly separate. They both have totally guilty looks on their faces. Enzo gives her a goofy look, and a head signal to leave. "I'll take that as a yes," then giggles and leaves the room. Enzo looks at Dylan, "I need to change before my mom sees me in this." Dylan responds, "I hope I get to see Saika again?" Enzo blushes, "you will Dylan...I promise..." Dylan leans over and gives him a kiss on the cheek, "see you next week my prince..." Dylan turns around and leaves. Enzo, feeling like he's floating a foot off the ground whispers, "I can't wait Dylan..."