Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2010 22:32:45 +0100
From: horn boy <hotipsboy@googlemail.com>
Subject: private tutor part 1

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Private tutoring - part 1


I had been teaching High School for 5 years but money was a bit tight, what
with car repairs, house repairs, something always needed repairing. So I
registered with a private tutoring website -- it acts like a dating site
except it matched tutors with students who pay by the hour for private
tuition. I didn't think it would work but within 2 days I had an enquiry.

He said he was a 17 yr old A Level student who needed help with re-sits. I
was reluctant to accept because from his address I could see he was in the
middle of nowhere and the point was to help my car not run it into the
ground. I whacked up my hourly rate to pay for the petrol thinking it might
put him off but he said that his father was prepared to pay and that he
lived on a camp/caravan site and if I wanted I could stay over in one of
the static caravans and do a weekend of tutoring -- this would be nearly
£500!

I emailed Andy and arranged a weekend -- I'd travel up the Friday night and
stay Friday and Saturday and leave Sunday evening. He replied and confirmed
it wasn't a problem as it was off season so the site wasn't open so I could
have pick of the vans and it was just him and his dad and his brother there
as his mum and sister had gone to London for the weekend.

On the Friday I put the postcode into the TomTom and set off. It was still
light when I got there at 6 but light was fading but as I drove down the
country lane towards the site there was a big set of tall wooden gates,
painted on which was a sign advertising the camp site -- a NATURIST camp
site.

Now I'm not a prude but I don't generally get naked in front of a lot of
people in public, it's not that I don't have a good body, I'm only 28,
6'4", 160lbs of lean muscle and a nice covering of strawberry blond hair
covering my chest, leading down to a thick ginger bush . however being a
teacher I don't really want to bump into any students while I've got my
junk hanging out.

I focused back on the gate and the buzzer by my window. I remembered the
email -- it was out of season, there would be no one here so I should be
ok, so I reached out buzzed and waited.

"hello?" a tinny voice replied

"hi, it's Ed, Andy's private tutor. I've come for the weekend. Is this the
right address?"

"yep" the voice replied "come in and follow the road to the left. Pull up
at the main house and he'll meet you there.

The gates swung open and I drove on, following the road and pulled up
outside a large house. To the left there were rows of static caravan and to
the right there was a swimming pool and tennis court and a closed shop.
There were no lights on except in the house. As I turned the car off the
door opened and a young guy came out. I assumed it was Andy -- about 6',
140lbs, dark hair, dressed in a t shirt and baggy shorts with a pair of
flip flops on.  "Hi, Ed is it?" the boy asked

"yes, Andy?"

"Yeah, thanks for this. It's hard to get people out here because of the
site"

"I have to admit I didn't realise until about 2 minutes ago but I suppose
with no one here it's not a problem." I replied.

"well it actually opens on Sunday but I don't think anyone is booked in"

"so do you take part in the activities then?" I asked hesitantly, thinking
that he would look good naked, up close he had piercing blue eyes and even
though he was 17, he has a 5 o'clock shadow and a few wisps of chest hair
poking out of the top of his t shirt, while he had a nice covering of dark
hair on his legs, which were lean and tanned in his shorts.

"sometimes, it depends though. I do do a lot of work in the garden". He
explained as we walked in to the house.  "my mum and dad pretty much don't
bother with clothes unless they got to the cash and carry for the shop."

As if on cue I heard someone coming down the stairs and turned to see his
father carrying a box downstairs, his cock swinging from side to side, his
bollocks bouncing up and down. I didn't know where to look as he put the
box on the hall table and walked over to me, his hand outstretched and
shook mine.  "hi I'm Oliver, Andy's dad".

I didn't know where to look. Oliver was 6' too, he was tanned all over, had
big muscular pecs covered in a thatch of black hair, leading down in a
treasure trail to a thick, black, wiry bush. His cock was uncut with a long
foreskin. It hung about 5" soft ,over 2 golf ball sized bollocks, again
covered in hair. His legs were muscular too, covered in hair, much more
than his son's. He stood there, hands on hips wearing nothing but a pair of
white sports socks and a pair of worn timberland work boots.

"must get on" he said, picked up the box and left via the front door, I
turned and saw a tight hairy arse disappear outside.

"ok, let's get you a van" Andy said, without a flinch and grabbed a set of
keys and disappeared outside too. I picked up my bag and held it in front
of my crotch, which had flinched when I saw that hairy arse.

To be continued...

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