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Shane: no, it’s cool. No one ever said that to me before.
Me: not even your family?
Shane: nah. My dad’s just happy I went to college. My mom hates that I box.
Me: that kind of sucks
Shane: tell me about it.
Me: have you looked over the notes from this afternoon?
Shane: actually I have.
Me: are they helping you?
Shane: they are. Thanks for helping me out.
Me: no problem, see you in the morning.
Shane: can’t wait!
Most of the jocks I’ve tutored in the past were a bunch of lazy assholes who wouldn’t put forth the effort to learn what I was teaching. Hearing that Shane is using our notes and trying gives me warm, fuzzy feelings.
Shane
The moment he said I was his favorite, my dick swelled up. Thankfully, I was alone in my room so I could slip my hand under the towel I had wrapped around my hips. I wrap my fist around my cock and stroke it slowly while we text.
He’s flirting with me.
Thinking about him in his button down, and how I want to take my time unbuttoning it. Like a sweet present, I can unwrap.
Is his chest hairy? Does he like to kiss? What would his hand feel like stroking me? Would he want to be my ringside cheerleader?
Long, slow strokes while texting with my tutor. I feel wicked and naughty and so turned on.
I wonder if his beard would tickle?
Tossing my phone aside after a reassurance we’re still meeting in the morning, I focus all my thoughts on easing the ache I’ve been feeling since this afternoon. Eyes closed, fist picking up pace, I lick my lips and wonder how it would taste.
A bead of cum forms on my slit, and I use my thumb to rub it into my head.
Would his cum be salty? Maybe sweet? Would I be able to deep throat him? Would he want me to?
All the movies I’ve watched in secret. The unique positions. I’m aching to try that with someone. But not just anyone. I’ve been waiting to meet someone who makes me feel good. Someone who sees me for me. Not just as a sport star.
I squeeze my cock tight as my other hand reaches for my balls. My teeth dig into my lip as I try to stifle my moans. Switching hands, I vary my grip and keep stroking. All my thoughts are about undressing Marcus and kissing him.
What I really want to do is take my time, let my tongue discover his body and commit it to memory. Raising my hand to my mouth, I lick my palm, pretending it’s his body before wrapping my hand around my base and pulling up hard and fast.
I can feel my balls bouncing with each stroke, like I’m hitting the bag and it’s edging me closer to my orgasm. My legs are moving, and my cheeks are clenching. I can feel my cock thicken and, feeling daring, I lick my finger and slide it down to my tight hole, pushing against it with just the tip.
“Mm, Marcus.” I moan softly and speed my hand up. My upper body is coming up off the bed and the moment I’ve been working towards happens all over my clean chest.
I’ve never come so hard in my life. Burst after burst pumps out, landing all over my chest, belly and bed. My hand loosens its grip and I pump my cock just under the head, writhing on my bed.
Once I calm down, laughter fills my room. “That was so worth getting caught.” Panting, I lay spread eagle until I catch my breath. “Time to shower. Again.”
I’m just getting back in when I hear my brother Sean stomping into the room. “Damn, Shane. You still in the shower? Some of us peons would like to use the facilities too.”
