Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2016 19:46:55 +0000
From: Andy Brown <andybrown2000@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Dylan - chapter 10

Tutoring Dylan - chapter 10


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From the end of chapter 9:

"Anyone else?" I probed, figuring he was still hiding something from me.

"Well..." he began.  "There is someone else.  He's only in year 7.  But
he's really cute.  He's got blonde hair, and it just sort of shines when he
walks down the corridor."  This boy sounded interesting.

"You done anything with him?"

"Nah.  I don't even know his name."

We'd been out in the sun long enough today, I decided.  Picking up our
towels and the rucksack, we headed back to the hotel so we could grab a
shower before dinner.


***


Dinner over, we took the lift back up to the room.

"So what have you got planned for us this evening?" Dylan asked, presumably
thinking back to yesterday's measuring session.

"I thought we could play a game," I replied as we entered the room.  "Ever
played poker?"

"A little," he said.

"Excellent.  Well tonight, we're going to play a slightly different
version."  Dylan looked confused.  "Strip poker," I told him.

"Does that mean what I think it does?" he asked.

"It sure does.  I want us each wearing six items of clothing.  Shoes count
as one, so do socks."  I went to the wardrobe and pulled out a jumper.
Dylan put on a baseball cap.

"All set," he said.

Clearing the coffee table, I pulled over the chair from the desk.  Dylan
perched on the sofa.

"Let me explain the rules," I said.  "We play just like regular poker, but
we start with £50 in chips."

"When do we have to take our clothes off?" he blurted out, a tent quite
obvious in his shorts.

"I'm getting to that," I replied.  "As I was saying, we start with £50
in chips.  We play poker as normal.  However, at any time, we can trade in
our clothes for more chips.  Once they are traded in though, you can't buy
them back.  Each item of clothing is worth £50.  However, underwear is
worth more: £100."

"Ok... that sounds easy."

"There is one last part," I said, knowing that I was chancing my arm here.
"Whoever loses all their chips first, has to give the winner a blow job."

He gulped, but nodded.  "Okay.  Let's play."

After getting out the cards and the chips, I began to deal.  From what he'd
said earlier, it appeared Dylan was a novice.  I was hoping this would go
the way I wanted.

We began playing.  I won the first few hands, and got Dylan's chips down to
a small pile.  On the fourth hand, I could see on his face that he'd been
given a good deal.  Time for him to lose some clothes, I thought to myself.

He had £10 in chips and I had £90.  I bet him £55.

"If you want to call, you'll have to sell some clothes," I told him,
grinning.  He thought about it for a moment, and then pulled his trainers
off.

Several hands later, he'd had to trade in his cap and socks too.  So far,
I'd only sold my jumper.

My luck then took a turn for the worse.  I lost several hands in a row,
quickly losing my shoes and then my socks.  By this stage I had £60,
Dylan was down to £30.

As I dealt the next hand, Dylan bet £40, deciding to sell his shirt to
do so.  Although it hadn't been long since I'd last seen it, the sight of
his beautiful chest still make my cock throb.

"My god you're beautiful," I said in all honesty.  He blushed, collecting
his chips from the bank.  "No really... you are amazing."

"Thank you... but so are you," he said, the last part at a whisper.

A few more hands were played.  I began to think he wasn't as much of a
novice as he'd claimed.  He was now ahead by a healthy margin.  On the next
hand he bet £80.  I only had £10, but decided to raise him to
£100.  To do this, I sold both my shirt and my trousers.  As I
undressed, I saw Dylan staring at me, his eyes glued to my body.

"Play your cards," I interrupted him.  "Do you match that bet?"

He did, and he won the hand.

I was now sat in my boxer shorts.  My raging hard-on was obvious to see,
and pre-cum leaked through my underwear.

Carrying on, I managed to win the next few hands, getting Dylan's chip
count down pretty low.  Time to get him out of those jeans, I mused.  On
the next round I had a pair of kings in my hand and there was another king
already turned over on the table.  The look on Dylan's face showed he had
something good, but he only had £10.  I decided to bet £40.

"If I want to match, I have to bet my jeans, don't I?" he asked.

"Yep... unless you want to fold or quit.  It is getting late..." I said,
grinning to myself and looking at the clock.

Dylan stood up and pulled down his jeans.  To my surprise, he was wearing
his white, thong style swimwear.  I drooled, and my penis tried its best to
free itself from its constraints.

"Your bet, Andy."

I turned the next card.  It was the fourth king.  Time to go for it, I
thought.

"All in!" I said, pushing my remaining chips into the middle of the table.
I then got up, took a deep breath, and pushed down my underwear.  My cock
stood proudly to attention, Dylan's eyes glued to it.

"Do you want to bet?" I asked him.

He looked as his cards, grinning.  "I'd have to take off my underwear,
wouldn't I?"

"Yes, to match you would."

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he pushed the thong down his thighs.
His dick was in a similar state to my own.

"You are absolutely amazing!" I said.

He grinned.  "All in."

I flipped my cards - 4 kings.  He flipped his - 2 aces and a nine.  I'd
won.

"Ok," I said, grinning from ear to ear, "time for you to pay up."  I lay on
the bed, sitting up with my back against the headboard.

Dylan looked deep in thought.  Then, after a few moments, he stood up and
came over to me.  He looked nervous, his hands shaking slightly.  Putting
his knees either side of my thighs, he leant forward for a kiss.  The
delicate touch of his lips caused my cock to reach a new level of hardness.

His tongue probed my mouth, spreading the taste of the food he'd eaten
earlier.  Groaning, I thrust my hips up towards him.  We kissed for several
minutes before he leant back, twisted his head down, and nibbled on my
neck.  After nipping the skin with his teeth, he worked his way up around
the side until he was nibbling on my ear.

He continued to bite on my ear as he rubbed his hands over my chest,
tweaking my nipples and running his fingers up my side.  My skin prickled
in goosebumps as he worked his way gently over my body.  Seductively, he
kissed down my neck and across my collarbone, before moving down to my
nipple.  He slowly circled it with his tongue, before closing his mouth
around the point and sucking and nibbling on it gently, all the while
continuing to tweak and play with the other one.  I groaned loudly as he
attacked me, alternating his mouth between the two nubs periodically to
heighten my pleasure.

Shifting his body, Dylan moved down to my groin.  My hard member stood out
vertically from my body and I slid down to lie flat on the bed.  Steeling
himself, Dylan reached out, grasping my cock in his right hand.  Leaning my
head back against the pillows, I watched the spectacle unfold between my
legs.

Holding my penis straight, Dylan looked down at it, apprehensively.

"Andy," he said.  "I'm not sure what to do."

"Just do what comes naturally," I told him.  "I'll let you know what feels
good.  Maybe start by licking it," I suggested.

Dylan leaned forward, touching the tip of his tongue into the bead of
precum that had formed at the head of my cock.  He didn't lick: just
touched, but it was like a bolt of lightning shooting through me.  I had to
restrain myself from thrusting upwards, into his mouth.  Instead, he just
held his tongue there for a moment.

Slowly, he pulled his head back.  I wished that I had a camera to hand.
His gorgeous, smooth face and deep brown eyes, linked to me through a
strand of precum.  With a slurp, Dylan sucked his tongue in and smiled,
seeming to relish the flavour.

Once again keeping eye contact with me, he leaned forward, tongue
outstretched.  This time, his mouth was open.  I stared into his brown
pools, feeling him make contact with the head of my dick.  His tongue
slipped down under my penis, allowing him to slide his lips over my purple
head.  He stopped.  His eyes widened as he stared up at me, his mouth now
containing the first inch or so of my cock.

As he continued to stare, I felt him make some experimental licks around my
enclosed dick head.  Settling into it, he became more ambitious and started
to properly lick his way around my sensitive glans.  The feelings that this
amazing 13 year old was creating in me were incredible.  Although his
technique wasn't brilliant (he was giving his first blow job, after all),
his intensity, the eye contact, and the energy that he put into giving me
pleasure more than made up for it.  I could see from his eyes, and feel
from the movement of his tongue, that his only intention was to give me the
best blow job he could manage.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned.  "That feels so good!"

Feeling more confident, he sank his mouth further down onto my cock,
continuing to lash the sensitive glans with his young tongue.  Precum
leaked continually from my dick as he sank further down, taking my rod into
his willing opening.  The lust in Dylan's eyes told me that he was enjoying
this just as much as I was.

"Keep going!" I urged him.

He started to move back up, leaving only the head inside his orifice.
Running his tongue around the ridge, he had me squirming with delight.
Slowly, he sank back down, taking even more of my shaft than the first
time.

Soon, he got into a rhythm.  As he rose up, I could see the gleam of my
cock, slick with his saliva.  It made me even more horny.  Having not cum
since last night, my balls were already full and I knew that with the
pleasure that Dylan was giving me, I wouldn't last long.

"Yes, Dylan!" I cried.

Dylan continued to plunge his mouth down on my penis before drawing back
up, licking the glans of my cock as he went, probing inside the foreskin
when he could.  By now, he was taking just over half of my dick, but he had
already worked out that he didn't need to swallow me whole to bring me the
pleasure that I needed.  Bringing his hand up, he started playing with my
balls.

As he gently kneaded my orbs between his soft fingers, he continued to move
his mouth up and down my shaft, licking and sucking as he went.
Eventually, I felt my cock expanding and hardening.  My breath started
coming out in gasps as I approached the inevitable end.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned him.  He took no notice.

As my manhood expanded and hardened fully, Dylan withdrew all but the head
from his mouth.  He started to just flick around the hole with his soft
tongue.

That was enough.

With a final loud gasp, I felt the cum race through my dick.  I stared down
at Dylan's face, the head of my cock inside him.  The veins of my penis
stood out as it pulsed: shooting jizz into his virgin, teen mouth.  One,
two, three, four... I continued to shoot, five, six... the pulses were
weakening, seven, eight... now just dribbles leaking into him.

I knew he hadn't swallowed any, I could feel his mouth was full to bursting
with my huge load.  His cheeks were bulging as he struggled to contain the
viscous liquid.  He looked panic stricken as his eyes began to water.
White trails began to leak from the side of his lips.  With a sharp intake
of breath, he finally swallowed, his Adam's apple working overtime as he
struggled to gulp down my semen.

As my cock finished its pulsing, Dylan sank his mouth back down.  I gasped
at the sensitivity, shuddering as my dick twitched a few more times from
the sensation.  If this was his first blow job, what was he going to be
like after a bit of practice?

Finally, he lifted himself back off my rod.  He looked up at me, his face
beaming with pride.  As he smiled at me, a little more cum leaked out of
the corner of his mouth.  Using his finger, he caught the stray liquid and
pushed it back in.

"How did I do?" he asked.

"Wonderfully," I told him.  "You were absolutely amazing!"

I pulled him towards me, sharing a sensuous kiss with him.  As our tongues
danced, I could taste my own jizz in his mouth.

"Fancy returning the favour?" he suggested, as I glanced down at his
leaking boy-rod.  Placing my hands on his buttocks, I pulled him towards
me.  Manoeuvring him into the desired position, his knees were now either
side of my shoulders.  It would be uncomfortable for most boys, but I
figured his gymnastics training had made Dylan very supple.

I leant forward to engulf the head.  Dylan inched himself back slightly,
wagging a finger at me.  As he moved back up, he grabbed his boyhood and
started to jerk it, his cock pointed directly at my face.  I knew that this
would be quick.

After only a few seconds, his left hand came up to my chin and pulled
downwards to open my mouth.  Now I knew what he had planned.

I looked up at him.  His penis was now a blur as he wanked it rapidly.  He
was breathing loudly through his nose.  Suddenly, his breaths quickened,
deep moans coming from his throat.  Lifting himself forwards, he placed the
head of his cock on my lower lip.

With a loud groan, his fresh boy-batter burst from his dick straight into
my mouth.  Filling me up with his sweet flavour, he coated my tongue and
the roof with several large spurts.  He grunted loudly, releasing the
intensity of his orgasm.  I quickly placed a hand over his mouth to quieten
the noise.

Finally, he stopped shooting and his soft arse collapsed back down onto my
chest, leaving me with a mouthful of his amazing juice.  I stared up into
his sleepy eyes as I swallowed his load.  As he leaned in for another kiss,
I shared the remnants with him.

Putting his head on my neck, he hugged me close and relaxed.  Within
moments, I found myself with the dead weight of a gorgeous, naked, sleeping
teen on me and I couldn't have been happier.  As I burrowed my face into
his sweaty hair, I took in the scent of my amazing teenage boy.  Soon
enough, I too drifted into a contented slumber.



***

End of chapter 10.  There's still two more days of the holiday to go.  What
will the pair get up to next?

This is my first time writing on Nifty and all feedback is greatly
appreciated - andybrown2000@outlook.com