Bad Tutor

DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% a work of fiction. It depicts sexual activity between students. If you are offended and this is not your cup of tea, please stop reading!

Shane: a stereo typical blonde, blue-eyed 18-year-old twink high schooler. 5'7" about 130 lbs of insecurity and teenage angst. He also has a big secret.

Andrew: red-haired pale-skinned freckled 19-year-old college jock and alumni, 6'1" and 170 lbs of "The Man Most Likely to Succeed" and future "Homecoming King". He's also someone who likes big secrets.

Shane:

"Mom, look I am not failing my classes. My STEM subjects are above average, and my socials are not even that bad. I don't need a tutor."

"Not bad? You are almost failing, if I remember you telling me last week. We need to get behind the future problems and fix them before they even manifest. Got it?"

"Mom."

Mom's smile just got wider as I try to squirrel out of the tutoring. I am not failing but I know my mom wants to help me perform better since, I was the one who told her to push me early so I can find a good scholarship and enter a good university to follow someone.

"You're right. This was my idea."

"That's right. It's Andrew the boy we met at the mall, by the way. He's coming here at five."

"--what? Andrew? Five? Today?"

Of course Mom being a self-made businesswoman would be quick to find a tutor and schedule one. "Efficiency, efficiency, efficiency" and "Time is money" and all that. But why Andrew? Did she forget telling me, "Ooof. The former student council president? You have a lot of competition." I know! He was captain of the debate team and our school's ace tennis player, since his sophomore year, and moreover, he is the youngest ever student council president. Mr. "I'm Hot and Handsome and Fucking Perfect."

He really seems like a great guy, helping his family business during the weekend and killing school in the weekdays. I know all of that. I stalk his social media like a creep. Still, why can't Mom just let me pine from a far, in peace.

It's working great so far. Stalking his socials, watching him from the oval track as I run my laps during track-and-field practice, and volunteering on whatever school event the student council plans, tree-planting, food drive, setting up school fairs, anything involving him. I don't need him to know I exist, I just want to admire him from a far.

"There's money on the key basket, I even sent money to your cash app for delivery. Dad and I will be late. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Mom said winking and blowing me a kiss. After picking up my jaw from the floor from shock, I try to run after her but she's already in the car with Dad who was giving me a thumbs up. Even you Dad?

Really? No chaperon? Do they trust me, fully believe nothing will happen, or they want something to happen and are good with it? What is wrong with them?

"I have thirty minutes. I should try to look presentable." telling myself, convinced nothing is going to happen, I changed to a presentable non-anime shirt, pants, and socks.

Just as I finished organizing my room and desk, I hear my phone announce the doorbell ring.

Opening the notification, I looked at the camera and find him standing in front of the door. Damn. Of course a flannel, plain white t-shirt and jeans looks good on him. His red hair glowing from the sun behind him making him look like an angel. Ugh!

"Hey. The door is unlocked you can come in. I'll meet you down stairs."

After telling him to enter and hearing the quick, quiet "Oh, thank you." I briskly walk composing my face, readying myself to face my crush.

It's okay, we had some fleeting conversations of "Can you help me carry these chairs", "That's not the right place" and "Thanks for volunteering". Yup, I can do this. Game face on.

And he still looks like he walked out of a poster for some clothing brand. Standing casually and looking at the living room painting is totally model-esque pose.

"Hi, Andrew. I'm Shane. My mom said you'll help tutor me."

"Yeah, Mrs. Micheals, your mom told me. Where do you wan to begin?"

After a fraction of a second staring at his face, I realize I forgot to bring my notes and books with me.

"I left my stuff at my room--"

"Alright let's just study at your room."

"Oh, cool."

I clumsily gestured to him to follow me. As I climb upstairs, I pray to any higher power to make sure I've cleaned my room and there are nothing embarrassing is accessible in my room. Dreading the immediate future I opened my bedroom door.

"Nice poster. I also love Lout of the Count's Family."

"Heheh. Yeah I read the web novel and manhua before the anime." Hearing myself say that, I couldn't help but cringe at my nerdy anti-tourist reply. Ugh.

"Yeah, me too. I'm also reading the light novel." He happily replied, my head spun and I looked at him, smiling.

"Oh. I haven't started with the light novel yet."

"So far it's just as good as the web novel....I won't say anything. I know spoilers suck. so what do you need help with." He quickly changed the subject as I reached for my notebooks

"Umm, right. I need help with World History and International Literature."

"Oh World History is easy. I have notes with some mnemonics to help you remember key dates. Mrs. Brown's lessons can be overwhelming but she includes all her references and you can access them all in the internet."

He moved behind me, his arms reaching towards the books on my desk. As his arms moved past me I can smell him, some woody-foresty detergent, sunshine, and a subtle smell that's just him. He smells so nice and I felt myself chubbed a little.

"Get a grip, Shane." I mentally tell myself. I need to calm down and not embarrass myself.

"Let's have a seat before we start." I said, pushing a chair towards him.

"Alright, let's start." Andrew sat down and he started our tutoring session.

After an hour and a half of will power draining focus. We finished the tutoring session with zero faux pas, nil, nada. I breathe a sigh of relief inside my head.

I watch him pack his notes in his bag from the corner of my eye. As I was cleaning my books and notes I accidentally nudged my mouse and my desktop opened up without asking for my password since my security key was in the USB slot. And there it was. A massive disaster blowing up on my face and Andrew.

It was a shirtless picture of him. A zoomed in, cropped picture of him with his ex masterfully photo-shopped from the picture. There he was with the "come hither" look and the background blurred, definitely not part of the original. Two of him on my two 27" OLED monitors, unlike the usual flirty smile. I can feel them mocking me. Please kill me now.

I can't look at him, I can already imagine the disgust or mocking snarl on his face. I'm going to get punched for being a creep.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder. Here it comes. He's going to punch the creepy kid. Ugh. Please! Lightning, anything, smite me!

He spun my chair and then said,

"Hey, open your eyes. I'm not going to punch you." I heard his words but I still can't open my eyes from the cringe.

"Dude, seriously. I'm not even angry." He continued chuckling. So, I gingerly open my eyes, and the flirty smile from my computer monitor was transported in front of me. But this one has a dollop of cockiness. A flirty and teasing smirk instead of that inviting smile.

"Well this is actually a good enough confirmation, because... you know, you're obviously crushing on me. Hehe."

His hand on my shoulder traveled down my chest, lightly brushing my nipples. Then, moving his palm to my chest brushing up to my neck, fingertips rubbing against my neck. Then his thumb rests on my bottom lip. He pressed firmly, opening my mouth, the pad of this thumb pressing on my tongue as he said, "Suck."

He continued face flushed, "You know, I had my eyes on you. Then you caught my attention during tree planting last year. A nerdy twink who went to pick flowers in the woods." His smile grew wide as his pink tongue licks his plump red lips. I was like a mouse trapped by a cat, ready to devour me.

"I ran up to you to remind you that there was a bear sighting and that everyone should have a buddy. Then I saw something almost 'beastly'... My stalker had a thick, long, delectable cock."

Andrew's other hand, was already against the front of my pants, palming and squeezing, making me hard. His gaze drops to my crotch and I saw a flash of hunger in his eyes.

"You know, my girlfriend enjoys pegging me, and because of that I found out something about myself..." He paused, moving closer to my face, then his lips gravitate to my left ear. A breathy voice continued, "I'm a size queen."

Then I felt his tongue lick my ear, and alternating with nibbling my earlobe. His right had was no longer palming my crotch, he deftly opened my pants and fishing out my raging uncut ten-inch organ, stroking gently and spreading my precum with his thumb.

My right hand was guided by his left hand, towards the buttons of his pants. He assists me, popping one button after the other. And once his fly was open and his seven inch-cock was free. Moved back grabbing me by my armpit and tossing me on top of my bed. Fuck, he was strong.

Andrew then stepped out of his pants and underwear, quickly undressing and tossing his flannel and shirt on my chair, there was no strip tease just pure lust driven efficiency.

"I've fantasized seeing your hard cock. Seeing it soft was not enough." He said as he pulled of my pants and underwear. Continuing, "And you didn't disappoint. Your length and thickness, the veins, and your big balls are a nice surprise."

I watched and listened to him as I slowly fisted my cock, licking the precum on my index finger, Andrew's eyes staring at my lips. Then immediately after removing my pants, he moved on top of my pelvis, about to spit on his palm,

"I have lube on my side table." I immediately said, I've tried spit, but it's just not as good as lube.

Andrew quickly moved from my bed to the side table with his long legs, he bent-over a little showing me his muscular ass. Tennis really does wonders to someone's ass. Damn he's sexy.

After the quick delay, he squeezed some lube on my cock and hand, before tossing it to the side. He knelt over my pelvis his knees on my side. Then, his right-hand strokes my cock with my left hand, and my right-hand finger's his bussy with his left hand. Opening his ass cheeks with his thumb and pinky and fingering with his index and middle finger with my fingers, I feel the soft slick inside of his hole. I watch from underneath, his beautiful pink cock and even pinker hole. I must be in heaven.

"I'm loose enough."

Then he pushed his hole down my cock. My purplish cockhead straining his hungry pink hole. After a quick second I felt the tip of my cock pop inside his warm tight sphincter. Cock drool flowed down his dickhole to my stomach.

"You're so tight!" I cried. His hole was like a vice gripping and pulling me in. I feel a little feverish and light headed from the excitement, but Andrew was in charge, not me.

He placed my hands on his hips, then he commanded, "Fuck me."

All I could do was follow, I lifted my ass and hips, smashing my pelvis against his ass. I followed his rhythm. I was a slave to his desire, a tool, just a cock for his hungry pussy.

His hands are squeezing his fat tits, large, hard, perky nipples. Bouncing up and down, his face flushed, his mouth open with a wordless moan. I've never thought someone like him, an Adonis, a model of masculine beauty can act wantonly and not contradict with his beauty.

Gripping his waist hard, making sure my finger leave their indelible mark on this beautiful contradicting work of art. I fuck him harder, forgoing reason or his wants, I pushed him to the side making him scream in surprise.

Now his back is on top of my bed, I grabbed his long muscular legs, lifting them. Then I leaned over him pushing his knees as close to his head as I can. His face flushed and filled with surprise, but a wide predatory grin immediately replaced that surprise.

"Show me how much of a man you are kid." He said before pulling my head with both his hands on a sloppy torrid kiss. My tongue on a wild tango with his, a battle to show who is in command.

My hands are gripping his shoulders pulling him closer as I pummel my hips against his. My cock digging his insides, my balls slapping his slutty, muscular globes, I will show him who is in command.

Our fucking grew long, our skin slick with sweat, my stomach, and his muscular abs sticky with his cock juice, and our faces and chins shinny with spit. I pulled back then plunged in, hammering his insides. His face a silent scream every time I hit his prostate. From long hard strokes transitioning to a quick hard jack-hammering. I whispered against his lips, "I'm going to fuck you until you cum!" And he screamed a "Yes!" as I fucked him without mercy.

Soon, His insides tighten and I felt his cock spewing cum up to my chest. I was not far, his spasming pussy milks the cum out of my balls. I pushed hard inside him with each blast of cum. I want to coat his insides, making him as mine.

He was still moaning a few more burst of cum blast from his cock. I was completely enraptured, trapped in this nirvana that Andrew and I shared. Even if this is a one time fling, I want to make him remember me for years, I want him to crave me like how I crave for him. But soon we were done.

Our climax ended and my head was on top of his chest, his legs crossed behind my butt and his long fingers tracing patterns on my back. I don't move I leave my softening cock inside him, my arms embracing him for as long as he allows me.

"You know my girlfriend--" he said but paused midway, I must have stiffened and he definitely noticed be cause he snickered. "Come on, Shane." I berate myself mentally. Calming myself, I wait for him to continue.

"As I was saying, my girlfriend, and I are technically in an open relationship. She can sleep with any girl as long as they are safe and I remain the only guy she sleeps with. So..." I felt myself and him warming up, probably both of us blushing with the possibility. Our hearts racing, before I even overthink or panic,

I quickly reply, "I'd like that."

We cleaned up ourselves after that, and he gave me a kiss as he left, his number in my phone and a promise for a repeat next tutoring session.

I locked the door and lay down on my bed, reminiscing every moment with Andrew, I didn't even notice when my Mom and Dad came back, frankly I didn't care. I was seeing Andrew and during our tutoring sessions, in those moments he was mine and I was his.