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The Tutor Chapter 1

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My first year of college was not going as well as every said it would. Most people claimed that awkward kids like me would blossom in college, and that did not really happen. The problem was partially with me. I had this idea in my head that college would fix everything without me ever having to try.

Needless to say, that didn’t happen. I barely made any friends, aside from a few acquaintances in my classes. My roommate, Chris, and I were pretty close, but he was always with his friend from high school, Nathan. So, most of the time I would hang out in my room alone, until Chris came home late at night and we’d talk for a bit before going to bed.

Not exactly the dream of the closest gay boy from a small southern town. I had dreamed of meeting the perfect guy here, but that did not seem likely anymore. First semester came and went like nothing happened, and I aced it with flying colors, despite my sour mood. I was majoring in Math, which I always excelled at. My academic achievement was no surprise, but I wish my personal achievements were equally as impressive.

When I came back from Christmas break, I decided I needed to do something, if not to make friends, then to at least pass the time. Last semester, my professor practically begged me to help tutor some seniors who were on their last semester and still needed this math credit to graduate. I always denied. I was not sure if I was the teacher type, but this semester I decided to exit my comfort zone.

My professor gave me the cellphone number of my first student, Michael Rosado. I knew who he was, or I had heard of him at least. He was the star football player, vice president of his fraternity, and member in my Tuesday/thursday 8 am math class, but he never showed up. However, he was a senior and an athlete who had tried this class twice already, and the university wanted him graduated out so he could maybe move on to professional football.

I was understandably nervous to tutor him. He was the king of the campus, but I had also heard he’s very nice, just a bit of a himbo, in the best way. Perhaps this would be a way for me to get to know someone interesting. I texted him about being his tutor, and to my surprise, he texted back quickly giving me a time and a place to meet him.

He wanted me to meet him at the campus gym at 8:30, which I thought was strange, but its not like I had anything better to do. As I arrived, I could see why he picked it. It was well lit, huge, and barely anyone was there at this hour, despite it being open 24/7 to all students.

Scanning my ID to get in, I wandered around the empty space before I saw him. I had to admit, he was breathtaking. At 6'2, he was busting with muscles. He wore a criminally thin tank top that was practically see-through, because it was wet with sweat. His arms might as well have been tree trunks, and his perfect pecs were barely retrained by his thin and soaked tank top. “Hey!” He said with a surprisingly warm and friendly smile. “You must be Drew, I’m Michael!”

He put out his hand for me to shake, and I shook it with a smile as I tried not to get lost in his gorgeous brown eyes. I had a thing for brown eyes. “Y-yes, thats me. I am here to tutor you.” I told him.

“Yes of course,” He said, taking his water pottle and squirting some water in his mouth. After swallowing, he smiled again, “I hope its ok we study here. No one is here, and my roommate’s an asshole, and the library sucks.” I nodded simply still struggling to find the words to say to such a god. Chuckling a bit, he waved for me to follow him, “Lets go to the locker room.”

Once in the locker room, I was able to be professional and start the session, only taking a few indulgent glances when he was working independently on a problem. After about thirty minutes, he sat back against the lockers. “Can we be done? This shit is hard.”

“It may be easier if you came to class,” I said back, and he chuckled a bit. I then cracked a small smile too. He was easy to talk too. “Besides, I have tutor you for an hour, those are the rules or I don’t get the stipend.”

“Stipend? You get paid for this?” He asked curiously.

“Ten bucks an hour,” I replied. It was a small amount, to be sure, but it was something, and we were supposed to do at least three sessions a week. It also looked good on a resume.

“Damn, thats nothing, and here I have you coming out at fucking 9 o'clock in a gym,” he sighed, “Sorry bro.”

“Its fine,” I said, honestly not bothered by it at all, especially if it meant seeing him all hot and pumped in just a tank top. “Besides, my roommate’s friend is probably staying in our dorm tonight and they stay up all night and use all the hot water in the dorm.”

Michael nodded and laughed a bit. He looked at me, almost mischievously, and then stood up, his tall figure of pure muscle walking over to the other bench with his bag. “Can we at least take a break?” I nodded, and then, he peeled off his tank top and threw it on his bag. “I am going to take a shower, I’ll be back.” He then stepped into the showers, leaving me alone.

When I heard the water come on, I stared over at his sweaty, still wet tank top on his bag. It was almost calling to me. I slowly walked over and picked it up, lifting it to my nose and inhaling the deep musky scent of this perfect man. I could feel myself getting hard at the scent, and craving more of it. I did not know this was something I would be into, but the boner doesn’t lie.

Before I could take another whiff, I could hear footsteps, so I tossed the tank top back on the bag and saw Michael, in only a towel at the entrance to the showers. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, which only accentuated his pecs and chiseled abs. “Bro, you should hop in, the water is hot, and if your roommate is going to use the hot water.”

I nodded hesitantly and he turned to go back in. Stripping my clothes off, I looked at my slim pale figure in the mirror. Not exactly the Hercules that I would be accompanying, but there was no changing that now.

Stepping into the communal showers, I noticed all of the shower heads were on, causing a think layer of steam to spread, making it almost hard to see. I could see his broad figure in the distance though as I stepped under a shower head and began to wash myself. I felt a bit more comfortable, knowing that he could not see me. As I washed, I heard him say, “Ten bucks an hour is bullshit. You need way more to deal with my dumb ass.”

I laughed a bit, “You’re not dumb, you just need to try harder, but I would never complain for a little bit more,” I smiled as I kept washing up.

“You deserve something more,” He responded and I simply agreed, before it got quite again, save for the water rushing through the shower heads. All of the sudden, I almost jumped when I felt a strong large hand glide onto my abdomen, followed by another hand. A lustful warmth filled my chest, as I knew it was him. He then pulled be back so that the back of my body was pressed up against his strong torso, and he whispered into my ear, “Maybe I could give you something more. Say something if you want me to stop.”

I couldn’t have made me talk if you put a gun to my head. I did not want to say anything that may make him stop. He lightly kissed my neck, which almost made me weak in my knees. “I know this is forward, but I could tell you were staring and I needed a new boy. My last one graduated last fall.”

His hands kept exploring my body, and I swear if he laid a finger in my rock hard dick I would have exploded with a huge blast of cum instantly, but he didn’t. “I-I’m a virgin,” I said back, not sure if I was ready to have full on sex yet.

He turned me around so I could actually see him, his sexy body covered in water from the shower, and his gorgeous face only inches from mine. “Don’t worry about that. We won’t rush anything.” He handed me a bad of soap and I nodded. I began washing off his perfect chest, feeling every rock hard inch of his god-like muscles.

“Y-you said new boy. What do you mean?” I could have sworn I heard he’d been dating, like, eight girls last semester. This man was not gay.

As I kept washing off his torso, probably taking more time then necessary he replied, “I always keep a boy, sometimes two, to take care of my needs. Between girls breaking up with me or playing games, they just aren’t consistent ways to get off. So, I have a boy that is loyal to just me. Besides, boys are better fucks.”

I listened and my heart skipped a beat. I knew he did not mean boyfriend, but honestly, this was just as good with me. Getting experience in sex with the hottest guy maybe ever. It was a good deal, but I wanted to know more. “What do I get out of the deal?”

He laughed and then took the bar of soap and started washing my torso. Feeling his strong hands almost made me moan, but I held it in, fearing it would ruin my bargaining power. “First, you get all of this. Pretty much everyday or every way you want it. I am pretty sexually active. Two, you get anything else I can offer you. Party invitations, gifts, protection if necessary, anything. Three, you get a great friend. I can’t date you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t care about you. We just can’t go public. And four, you can keep that tank top you were smelling, as well as any of my other sweaty clothes.”

I thought for a moment, pretty much in love with this deal that felt like a dream come true. “Let me have your sweaty underwear, and you have a deal.”

He laughed before leaning in to kiss me, which made my chest feel like it was going to explode. “Bold of you to assume I wasn’t going to make you sniff it anyway.” He teased. “Now, I know you’re a virgin, so I do not want to push you. Lets start slow.”

Taking my soapy hand, he pulled it down so my hand was resting on his cock. I couldn’t see it through all the steam, but it felt huge. Certainly bigger than mine, and it was still growing as it was in my hand. Reaching around me, his soapy hand went to my ass and I could feel him slip a finger in.

“Oh fuck,” I surprised myself with my whine-like moan, but it just felt so good.

“C'mon boi, do you part,” He teased and I nodded. Pushing my ass back so my back was arched, more of his finger slipped inside of me, causing me to moan again. Meaning, I began to used my right hands to slowly stroke his cock, my left hand leaning on him for balance. “Thats it,” he moaned softly.

Closing my eyes, my body exploded with pleasure as he quickly thrusted his finger in and out of me. It felt better than I imagined, and he certainly knew what he was doing. Moan after whiney moan escaped my lips, but I think it only turned him on more. I tried to concentrate on stroking his cock but the pleasure was so distracting.

Still, I stroked his cock back and forth, the soap working as lube as I gently played with the head, causing yet another soft moan to escape his lips. “Harder,” he growled, which only turned me on more.

I started stroking him faster, causing him to moan again. Meanwhile he pumped his finger hard and faster, only driving me closer to the edge. I was already close when he picked up the pace, but now, it was only second away.

It felt like a punch in the chest, but somehow in a good way. “Oh fuck!” I yelled, shooting my load and almost loosing my stance as my knees buckled, lucky he caught me. Still pumping his fingers in and out, he held me as I kept squiring out cum.

“Good boy,” he cooed, which only made the whole thing hotter. Soon, my orgasm passed, and I was able to retake my original stance. He was the first guy who had ever gotten me off. Now, I needed to do the same for him. He removed his fingers from my ass, and I took my other hand and also wrapped it around his cock.

It was so long that both of my hands would fit and I think I was getting him close as I stroked back and forth, adjusting speeds occasionally to increase his pleasure. “Keep your hands still boi,” he ordered and I did as I was told.

Putting his hands behind his head, revealing his perfect hairy pits, I tightened my grip on his dick a bit, before he began thrusting his cock into my hand. Damn it was so hot. I struggled to keep my hands still as his powerful hips kept thrusting. “Oh fuck!” He moaned, thrusting his hips faster into my hand, and I could feel his massive cock throbbing each time.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he got lost in the rut of fucking my hands. Something felt good about giving him pleasure, and having him barely pay attention to me. Of course, when he complimented that was hot, but it was also hot knowing that such a powerful man was receiving pleasure from me and he just expected it.

I could see his muscle tense up a bit, and I could feel his dick throb harder, so I knew it was coming. “Oh my fucking god,” he moaned thrusting harder before his hips froze and I could feel a huge blob of cum hit me. I took this opportunity to started stroking on his dick again, causing him to moan out again, his muscles still tensing and untesening. As I kept stroking him, I could feel spurt after spurt of thick cum hit me.

After almost a whole minute of me stroking his orgasming cock, I could tell his climax was over and I slowed to a stop. With his hands still on his head, I dove my face into his left arm pits inhaling the scent. I could fee his right hand grip my hair and pull my head back, my tongue still out and every thing. Leaning in to breathlessly kiss me, he laughed, “Thats enough of that boy. I have corrupted you enough today. Get washed up, we have math to do.”

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