Hey, guys, I been exchanging emails with this guy named Dalton, he said I could post this story about his first hand experiences. It's pretty hot. (If you're not old enough to be reading adult stuff or get offended, don't read this.)
<<A Tutor's Prep-School Primer, by Dalton:
I go to a conservative boarding prep school run by Jesuits. I happen to like guys younger than myself, the underclassmen. That's why I picked tutoring for my community service. To graduate, we have to accumulate a certain number of community service credits, and while the other seriors are climbing over each other to get off-campus assignments so they can meet girls or work on co-ed projects with students from our sister school, St. Rita's, I happily volunteer to tutor younger students at our own school. Rather than being assigned to a specific student for the term, I rotate, which means I take students with a single- assingment or single-concept problem they need help with. Lucky for me, my buddy Asher handles the tutor scheduling, and he knows what I like. Most guys have a "type" that they're into. Me, I like two varieties: a) the younger version of myself, who has dark, handsome features, a deep tan, and sort of a stocky, solid build; or b) the blond, milky-complected angelic type with a smooth, slender body that's tight and defined. Both kinds have ruddy cheeks, a sparkle in their eyes, and those pouty red lips that want to kiss you all over. It's actually kind of surprising how many of these boys are not only willing but anxious to mess around with a senior guy if they get the chance.
Once I've met a boy, if he's worth seducing, I like to set up a tutoring session on a Friday or Saturday night. Instead of studying on our campus, I'll take the kid across the road to the college that's run by the same Jesuit order that operates our school. We go to the library over there--it's usually dead on a weekend night, so it's not hard to get one of the private study carrels that the grad students usually hog. They're not very big, just a couple of chairs and a built-in desk, but the doors have locks. Over the course of the school year, my procedure has become pretty routine. I'll get the boy in there and sit him down and let him know right from the start I mean business. We're not here to jack around, I tell him, we're going to get some serious studying done, so don't waste my time. Then he'll pull out his book and his assignment sheet and this spiral notebook, and I'll sit down really close to him, leaning into him to get a good look at his assignement. There's not a lot of room in the carrel, and they almost never object to me pressing my chest and leg against them, I think they figure it's normal, that this is how we confer about the subject, or that it's because the space is so small. I love feeling a guy's heat and nervous energy as I press up against him. These places are not too well ventilated, so before too long, it starts getting pretty warm in there. So I loosen my tie and unbutton the collar of my shirt. In a little while, I say something about it being too hot and pull off my tie. Usually, the boy will follow suit; if he doesn't, I tell him he can take his tie off, too, if he wants. He almost always will, and I generally take this as a green flag to procede.
I really do make an effort to help the kid understand whatever algebraic equation or grammatical priciple or whatever he's stumped with, and I don't usually have any problems getting any particular kid to see the light. I try to pace it so we're pretty much done about halfway into the session. That's when I take my uniform shirt off, so I'm just in my undershirt. I wear them a size too small so they show off my build, especially my pecs, and accentuate my upper arms. At times I will have built up a sweat, which makes the white cotton material cling to me even more. This invariably gets the kid's attention, especially since I go right back to leaning against him. I can tell he's distracted, because he's not concentrating and acts sort of nervous. They almost never take off their shirt without prompting. So I'll say something like, Why don't you take off your shirt, it's a lot more comfortable in this heat. Most kids go ahead and take it off, which is great because not many of them wear understhirts, so now I'm face-to-face with this smooth, firm chest. This is where I suggest we take a study break, and from here my tactics will diverge, depending on the individual guy.
When we're walking across the road, I'll try to find out what some of his interests are. Now is when that information comes in handy. If he's interested in weight training, I'll bring that up, and he'll usually start asking me questions about lifting. I'll explain some of my techniques and some of the muscle groups I'm concentrating on at the time, at which point I'll take off my understhirt to make it easier for him, since he's checking out my physique anyway. If he looks like he wants to touch instead of just look at my chest or my arms or whatever, I'll tell him he can, and sometimes that leads right into something else. Or I'll start talking about his body and pointing out what he can work on and what exercises will help him the most. Then I have him try some of the lifting motions, and I'll put my hands on him to show him the proper form and technique. If he doesn't already have an obvious boner by this point, he'll get one fast now, and I always seize that opportunity. I'll draw attention to it, and he'll usually be embarassed. I'll tell him, hey, it's natural and he's just excited, nothing wrong if feels turned on getting touched by me. I say I do feel kind of responsible, since I helped create the problem, so maybe I should help remedy it, and it goes on from there....
A lot of times they try to pretend this is their first time to mess around with a guy. But I know better. I was a freshman once too, staying in the same dorm they're living in right now, so I know all about what goes on inside those walls late at night--and even in the middle of the day, when nobody happens to be around!
If the boy's not interested in weights or sports in particular, I might just say stay in your seat and relax, I'll rub your shoulders to help relieve some tension. I'll massage his delts and his neck, maybe work on his arms, then move down his back. My techinique is guaranteed to give him a hard on, and I'll just put my face by his ear and whisper to him to relax and take it easy as I move my massage to the front of his pants and continue the rubdown. Before long, his clothes are pushed out of the way and I've got a stiff fourteen- or fifteen-year- old cock in my fist. While my right hand firmly jacks him with steady strokes, my left hand explores his torso, my palm slightly rough on his smooth, warm skin. I alternate between grazing my fingers lightly over the whole area and massaging specific spots like his firm pecs or his flat belly, and also gently pinching his little nips. This always gets him moaning faintly. About now I just can't wait anymore, so I pull his chair away from the desk and kneel next to him, burying my face in his crotch and slurping his dick into my mouth. These guys range anywhere from about four inches to close to six, which is plenty for me. I love sucking on a boy's prick, and what boy doesn't like to have his prick sucked? Even a straight one, he's not getting it from anywhere else, except his own hand or maybe his dorm buddy's, and if he wants to close his eyes, put his head back and pretend it's some bitch who's going down on him, that's fine with me. No matter what's going on in his mind, his teen cum tastes the same to me.
A "straight" one isn't typically aggressive, he'll just let me suck him off and maybe feel him up some. After he squirts, he's usually relaxed enough that he'll let me keep massaging his chest and legs and stuff. I can generally get him hard again (most times he stays hard!) where he's still sitting in a chair or lying on the floor. I'll start sucking on him again while I stick my fingers in my tight asshole to loosen it up. I tell him to spit in my hand and I smear that over my hole, then position myself over him with his nubby cockhead right at my opening and lower myself onto his rod. Sometimes the kid is watching as I sit on his hard dick, sometimes his eyes are closed, but either way, his prick will always stay stiff as it slides between my buns and up my chute. Pretty soon I'm sitting all the way down on his lap, filled up with the throbbing meat of this straight fourteen-year-old version of a muscle-stud, and I start to pull off again, until just his mushroom head is plugging my pucker, then I sit down again and repeat, gradually increasing the pace until I'm riding this sexy kid's boner for all it's worth.
A really straight one will try to tell me he's just extra horny because his girlfriend at St. Rita's went on a study trip out of town and he hasn't gotten any pussy for a couple of weeks, but I know my fuckhole is better than any cunt he's even dreamed of. The smile on his face tells me that. By then, his eyes'll usually be closed and he's really getting into it in spite of his straight self, and he's thrusting his narrow hips to jab his tool up to meet my downward push. The feeling of his wood deep inside me is just incredible, and he'll be making those noises in his throat like an animal that's almost out of control. By now, I'm stroking my own meat and even though my nutsac has drawn up really tight at the base of my shaft, it's still getting smashed against the kid's pubic patch with each downward plunge because I'm sitting all the way down hard on his bone every time. Sometimes if the boy's not too hung up on "straight," I'll put his hand on my cock and get him to beat it for me, in sync with our fucking. I can see in his face when he's getting close, it gets all contorted, and that pushes me closer, making me slam down even harder on his pole. He growls and thrusts up into me one final, solid time, filling me with his boyjuice as his hand milks out jet after jet of my hot spunk all over his heaving, smooth, sweaty pecs and abs. After that, a straight kid is usually grateful enough to let me lick off his chest and feed him my cum with my tongue.
Other times, the kid knows he wants me from the start, and he may be shy about it, but it still comes across loud and clear. When I pick up those signals, I take a different course. I'm gonna be his stud upperclassman boyfriend for the next halfhour, and he's gonna get the ride of his life. This is the sort of kid that doesn't hesitate to touch my muscles when I invite him to. As he's following the contour of my pec with his fingertips or gripping my bulging bicep, I'll look him dead in the eye and say, What do you think? You like how those hard, strong muscles feel in your hand, huh? The really naughty ones will get this dirty smile on their face, the shy ones sort of blush and look away. If they start to take their hand away, I grab hold of it and press it against me again. and tell them, Keep going, that's nice. I'm kind of sore, it feels good when you rub me. It doesn't usually take much encouraging, even with the shy ones, for them to start getting into it. The shy kid will start giving me a rubdown, and if he hesitates too long with getting into my pants, I'll tell him to undress me. That's genrally all it takes with that type. And the eager ones don't waste any time, they just dive right in. When they finally get my dick between their hot little lips, I can tell that some of these boys have more exprerience than others, but it always gives me a charge to feel that wet, darting tongue and eager mouth attacking my piece. I'm right at six inches long and about two inches wide, so one of these guys doesn't usually have too much trouble, although I have made a couple of the smaller ones gag, poking the back of their throat.
I like the way different ones blow me. One'll just lick my meat up and down, over and over, while he squeezes my nuts, until I squirt. Another boy will wrap his lips tight around it and slide on and off again and again until I spew all over his tongue. One kid locked on my rod with his mouth all the way at the root, his nose buried in my bush, and sucked with a slow, steady rhythm, gripping the whole thing in a constant, strong suction, kind of massaging my shaft and head with his mouth until I blew my wad down his throat. He may have been one of the ones that slipped a finger in my tight butthole while he worked on my pecker, too. Another kid will be more passive and just let me face-fuck him, as I hold his head with my hands and gradually pound his hot mouth faster and harder until my shaft is doubly rigid and he's choking on the head while it spurts a generous load of my thick white pudding all over his tonsils. After I drop my load in a boy's mouth, I usually like to kiss him and swirl my tongue around in my own jizz.
It's pretty standard that if a boy sucks me off, then I'm going to fuck his ass. A couple of times they put up a little resistance, like they thought it wasn't a good idea, but it doesn't usually take much to break down their inhibitions. In that case, I'll go down on him and suck his hard piece long enough to start probing his tight little pucker, and once I'm finger-fucking his butthole with about three fingers, he's ready, willing, and even eager. If he's close to coming, I'll jack him the rest of the way with my hand and aim it so he shoots his cream all over my pecker. Then I turn him around and bend him over the desk and use his own spunk as lube when I ram my pole into him in one forceful stroke. I'm usually rougher at first with the type of kid that was reluctant to begin with, because he needs breaking in. After a while, I'll ease up and lean over him while I'm still sliding my hard on in and out of his tight little rear and whisper gentle things in his ear, tell him I love him and call him baby. I'll lick and nibble his neck and suck on his earlobe as I implant my seed deep in his guts. If he was a little bitch instead, I'd be a daddy now.
The boy that was eager at first, I'll start out kind of tame with him and gradually work into a frenzy. Before long, I'm yanking at his hair and holding him by the shoulders as I hammer his sore butt without mercy. With every stroke, I'm burying my bone deeper than he's ever had it before, even from his big brother or his neighbor in the Marines or whatever, I'm driling my dick all the way home, then at the last minute, I pull out, whip him around, and blast my spooge all over his face and mouth and hair, then use my bone to smear it in. I don't let him up until he licks me completely clean. That's a kid that tries to get a tutoring session with me again the next week. But I'm always in demand.>>
If anybodys interested, Dalt sent another one about this one guy Ryan he's got together with several times. Email me at frizbdude@yahoo.com and I'll post it. --Matt