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Teacher's pet
David from Austin Texas remembers what it was like to have a private tutor.—N.B.
In 9th grade Aaron's parents never seemed to be home. I think back to those days and wonder why I never asked where they were. Instead, I'd let him lead the way to the basement where there was a pool table, his dad's bar, and a mattress discarded in the corner. By my third visit, I knew what we were going to do down there, or at least what I hoped we would do.
I said as little as possible just in case saying anything at all might make Aaron change his mind. Once downstairs we both just stood there, one more awkward than the other until I just said it, "Show me how to kiss again."
Then I backed up as many paces as it took for me to feel the mattress hit the back of my legs and lay myself down on to it. Aaron walked closer until it felt like he was standing over me.
It seemed like an eternity before he leaned down and placed his pouty lips onto mine.
"She'll like it like this," he said with a teacher's authority after a minute of kissing me. "Never hard. Only softly."
Slowly, I began to kiss back. Slowly because I didn't want Aaron to stop giving me his lesson. I had no intererst in girls, but the only way to be held and kissed by Aaron was to be his willing student for lessons on what he thought girls would like. It was weird, but it was hot; it felt like I was getting away with something.
As Aaron leaned in against me he pressed his thigh on the part of my jeans filled with my erection and looked into my eyes. "Press in on her here, slowly, but hard. Girls love that."
As Aaron's soft tongue glided against my kneck, then my lips again I decided to gamble by reaching down and unfastening my jeans, freeing my erection.
Aaron didn't stop. In fact, he gripped my cock and asked me, "You like that little student? You like it when I touch you here?"
"Yes," I said blown away by how warm his hand was. "I love it, learning from you. Teach me more."
"I'll teach you," he said, "I'll teach you how to feel good."
Aaron placed his lips onto mine again, and let me taste his tongue—again. His hand never stopped holding me. He knew what to do, how to care for my urgent cock. His thigh pressed against me harder, too, as he gripped and pulled and brought me to a long messy climax.
"Thank you," I said out of breath.
"Hey, uh...you need to know that I'm not gay, man," Aaron said quickly returning to his odd reality.
As I zipped up I said, "I know you're not Aaron. You're a teacher. And I'll be your teacher's pet anytime you want."
All he did was look down a little shamefully, clean me off his hand and say, "Cool."
Photograph by Navostudios
