The Tutor
by
Wesley P. Benson
Frank glanced up at the clock, as he sifted over his planned lesson, realizing he only had some twenty minutes before his next session. Almost simultaneously he thought of the student he was preparing so hard for, and shook his head giving a disparaging grunt. Frank was a college sponsored mentor for six of his peers, and worked hard to help each one to advance and succeed. Taking great pride in the fact that he had helped each one to become a little better through his efforts, and justifiably so.
All, of course, but one. No matter how hard he tried with this one, nothing seemed to click. This poor soul was just not getting it. And there was almost no time left for him, the semester was coming quickly to an end. It had been a growing frustration for Frank all that year. Sadly his pupil was a nice enough guy, he just seemed to have no brain. As Frank drifted one last time over his notes, there was a knock at the door, and he glanced again at the clock as his door opened.
"Hey professor, " Steven announced leaning into the room as he opened the door playfully, "your star pupil is downstairs." he chided with a chuckle.
"Stop it." Frank grinned. "Is that nice?" Steve had only recently been taking up time with Frank. Things between them were solidifying, though nothing 'sexual' had happened yet. Still it was only a matter of time.
"Hey are you done after this one?" Steven asked.
"Yeah......"he answered, taking his time. Careful not to show too much interest in the unspoken proposal he knew was coming.
"Think you'd like to go for a ride." he asked Frank hopefully. "It's a fantastic day out there." Frank just shrugged his head in a non committal way, allowing more to be said in his coy smile.
"OK," Steven said trying to be equally disinterested, "could be a plan." and he again smiled, a bit more broadly now, "I'll send your buddy up.", and closed the door again. Sighing, Frank straighten up his desk a bit and pulled another chair over to the desk. A second or two later, there was another knock at the door and his student quietly walked in.
"Hi Chris." Frank announced looking up at him for only a moment as he came in and closed the door behind himself. Chris was on the track team, and had a runners body. Tight muscles, and a hairless very aerodynamically shaped body, every line in place. He was cute, and very pleasant to look at. Blond hair in a mushroom cut, parted in the center. Blue eyes, a clean complexion, just the beginnings of mustache and a real athletes tan.
"Hey Frankie." Chris smiled. He was very sexie in his smile. And it always stirred up feelings for Frank, but Chris was a jock, Frank knew him as a typical straight dude. So he always tucked any feelings that might have 'come up' for Chris, far away in the back of his mind. He didn't want the kind of escapade one might have with a hot straight guy. Just a few minutes in the quick, and down the road you go. That wasn't for Frank. He wanted a relationship -- something of the old 'give and take' bit. Like what he might be able to make with Steven. Still, Chris was hot, and definitely a fine fantasy once and a while.
"So, this is probably our last time at this Chris." Frank said trying to be hopeful.
"Yeah, I've really had that on my mind." Chris replied, and he seemed be a bit pensive.
"You nervous about the final on Thursday?" Frank asked feeling empathetic towards him. Remembering that his own studies hadn't all come easily. He knew what it was to be a student in trouble and felt bad for Chris.
"The final?" Chris asked as if Frank had mentioned something unknown to him.
"Yes, the final......." Frank grimaced. "Your English final??" now his patient understanding was turning to total dismay.
"English...." Chris grinned looking away from Franks face to the desk with its array of books and papers. "Yeah, the final....it is Thursday."
"What.......what did you think I was...." and Frank was unable to finish. He was feeling as if all his work had been for nothing.
"Errr.....I though....." Chris chuckled softly a bit, letting his body fall back in the chair, "I thought you were talkin about this being our last meeting."
"Well, yes......" Frank said shaking his head. "I mean that is why you're here. Right?" They looked at each other then for a silent time and in there eyes was a whirling tempest of emotions. Then from deep inside Chris's stare, Frank began to feel something different. A strange sense of something unknown, something not felt before. Chris was knitting his eyebrows and frowning in a sullen deepness.
"Look, Frankie." he began speaking after the silence. But his words were caught momentarily on some jagged edge of cognitive reality deep within. The instant dumbfounded Frank, and so he too sat back in his chair to be silent and here his student's pouring out. "I know I should have thought about this before........." and then he stopped again, heaving a heavy sigh.
"I was never really good with shit like this." he smiled still looking deep into Frank's eyes as if expecting something. "I'm not here to learn about English Lit."
"I don't understand Chris." Frank questioned.
"Look, you guys.......well" and he began his explanation in ernest, "you don't make any real big secret about.....well like.....who you are."
"I'm lost now Chris." Frank blurted in frustration. But he began to sense something 'bad' in all of this, and began to tighten up a little.
"OK......."Chris groaned at his inability to confront the 'demon' in its moment. Then in his own frustration he just spit out the words at Frank, knowing that to just rush forward was the best way to deal with what he had to say and do. "You're Gay!"
Frank got a little dizzy then and began to fear the fears only a Gay guy fears. When spoken by friends the term Chris used was good, when you hear it on the six o'clock news it's mildly 'OK' but when spoken by a straight jock just inches away from you, it's a little scarie. And Frank didn't know where this was all going.
"I mean there's no big sign er nothin' " Chris continued, "but everyone knows. I mean......"
"Wait Chris......maybe we should just stop this now." Frank announced sternly and began to try and get up from his seat.
"No....Frankie......PLEASE!" Chris stammered as he reached out a laid hands on Frank to keep him in place. "I took these .......lessons.....to be near you!" The words came like dark echoes into Franks ears and mind. "I let you tutor me cause I wanted to........to make it with you." and as he spoke, his hold on Franks arm softened. "You couldn't see that? You never felt it, deep down?" But Frank couldn't answer at that time even had he known how.
"I like you." Chris choked. "I like you a lot." And for the first time they looked at each other in a different way, a brand new light. As if the two had metamorphosed. And when the stun slowly wore off Frank found Chris was caressing his arm, and holding his other hand affectionately. "I want you." Still unable to mouth words Frank slowly began to grin though he was trying to actually smile, and sort of cocked his head.
Then, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an on coming car, Frank watched in slow motion as Chris leaned over towards him and brought their lips together. It was a soft tender kiss at first, but there was something hot -- searing hot -- welled up behind it. And it was all about to explode. Frank hadn't closed his eyes at first, almost in distrust of not only the moment, but his own senses. But as the heat of Chris's pent up overload washed over him, he began a slow, steady melt down. A second later Frank felt the intrusion of a tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouth. After that, it was all over.
"Please.......Frankie.........."Chris whimpered through a flutter of hot kisses, "Can you..........want me.....too?"
"Uuummmmmm........."was Franks only response.
"You always make me so hard." Chris gasped still kissing and now pawing all over Franks willing body. "Please Frankie......feel how hard!" As he whispered his words of wonton desire, Frank too became inflamed and the two were shifting and squirming in their individual chairs.
"Feel how hard!!!" Chris said now in more of a groan. "PLEASE FRANKIE.......FEEL MEEEEEE!!!!!" and at that he slipped out of his own chair and sort of got on top of Frank, who slid down on his own seat just enough to allow Chris to straddle his body. Instinctively Frank cupped the two firms lobes of Chris's hot tight ass and squeezed at them. Then came the lust filled demand again somewhat softer then before. "Feel how hard I am." Chris smiled, and they stopped tonguing for a moment and the two leered into each others eyes. Frank couldn't help himself, slowly he glided his hand over Chris's outer thigh and slid it between their writhing bodies and found the rock hard protrusion Chris had warned him of.
Now, Chris slowly raised himself off of Frank and leaning back was able to rest his buns on the desk. His face full of smiles Chris spread his legs and watched in delight as Frank, now in the full spirit of the moment, ran one hand over Chris's throbbing cock through the fabric of his jeans, while massaging his balls with the other. Frank looked as if he had become 'sexually zombified ' and was just smiling as he stared at the massive bulge, trying to imagine just what it would look like with out the jeans, as he ran his hands over it.
"Here," Chris chuckled childishly as he began to unfasten his jeans and pull down the zipper. "wanna meet Howard?". Frank laughed looking up at Chris's face for a moment. "I've always called him Howard." As he opened his jeans and slid them down slightly, Frank, using both hands, grasped at the elastic band of Chris's Jockey shorts. Slowly, tantalizingly he pulled them downward, exposing the pulsing thick seven inches and heavy laden sack.
"Yep....." Chris chuckled once again, "that's Howard." Unable to resist temptation, Frank pulled Chris's balls over the elastic using them to hold the underwear in place, and as he gazed at 'Howard' affectionately, he wrapped both hands around the base of the shaft and slowly slid them forward.
"OH GOD!!" Christ gasped in a horsed whisper, "Please Frankie......" and he grabbed Franks forearms with his hands stopping the electric shock waves Frank had just sent up his tender, throbbing cock. "Please!!" he whispered, pleading in torment as the two panted passionately and peered into each others eyes. His words melted Frank, and brought out a strange male maternal-like instinct that beckoned at his hearts strings making him 'desire internally' to help Chris. And knowing what his student needed just then, Frank parted his lips and began to cover Chris's dick with his own hot, willing mouth.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh............." Chris whimpered, and all at once his body began to twitch, he grasped the desk with his hands then and tried to hold himself up.
Still using one hand to massage and tug tenderly at Chris's balls, Frank began to bob his head slowly up and down on the still thickening shaft as his soft, sucking lips worked marvelous magic on Chris's cock. Frank had only done this three times before, but there is a sort of natural, internal manual on the art of sex each of us possesses. It remains unknown until the time comes to use it, and then you find yourself just doing it. And Frank was doing it just fine.
As Frank continued sucking on Chris's cock, Chris began to peel out of his shirt and desperately tried to slip out of his no longer needed or wanted jeans. Grasping the idea, Frank helped him squiggle out of the clothing and then together the two freed Frank as well, ending up naked on the floor. There they began a robust sixty nine-ing as they licked and sucked each others cocks and balls. Finally ending their trist in a sweaty mass of exhausted, cum stained flesh. They entwined themselves then and for a long time lay there just enjoying the tenderness of their new found love.
"I was never able to be as open about my feelings for other guys." Chris said after a long time.
"You say that as if I wasn't your first." Frank returned with a smile.
"Well....." Chris chuckled as memories began to flood his brain for a moment. "there was one other time...."
"Yes..." Frank laughed teasingly as the two caressed there on the floor, "just one other time?"
"Seriously......just one......" Chris begged, "...well one other guy, anyway."
"Oh yeah?" Frank said, with a kiss.
"That was back in high school." Chris explained, "His name was Jason, and he came on to me."
"He was your first?" Frank questioned.
"Yes, and until you my only one." a different look came over Chris's face for a moment then as he explained, "I always made on like I was totally straight. Even dated girls." then he laughed sheepishly, and admitted "Never did anything......really."
And with yet another amorous kiss he looked deeply into Frank's eyes, and caressing his face and hair vowed, "I know what I want, and what I need." he whispered. "See I came after you! From now on I want you, and I don't care about anything else." One last kiss then, and the lessons were over. A new semester would now begin.
The End
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