Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2016 08:35:54 +0000
From: Andy Brown <andybrown2000@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Dylan - Chapter 2

Tutoring Dylan - chapter 2


Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which features sexual
activity between a teenage boy and a grown man.  If you do not want to read
such a story, or it is illegal for you to do so because of your age or
where you live, then I recommend you go read something else instead.  The
characters in this story do in fact exist. However, none of the things in
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have changed their names and some facts about their lives.  This story is
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***

From end of chapter 1:

With that I started to spoon food onto my plate and then picked up my
cutlery and began to eat.  Imogen soon came back into the room and began to
spoon mounds of food onto her plate (the appetite of teenagers, eh?) and
within moments the door opened again and in walked Dylan.  And my, what a
sight to behold he was!


***


Dylan stood there in the doorway.  He had gone from being a cute 11 year
old to a very sexy 13 year old.  He'd clearly grown several inches in
height since I had last seen him almost two years ago.  His eyes were as
deep brown as ever and his skin looked as smooth as when he was 9.  He had
changed his hair style which was now short round the back but thicker and
longer on top, swept slightly to the right and almost a little curly as
seemed to be the fashion with teenage boys these days.  His build looked to
be as lithe as ever, and I presumed he was still keeping up with his
jogging and other sports.  A yellow tank-top showed off what looked like
growing biceps and it hugged his developing pecs and abs.  His forearms
seemed to be a little hairier than 2 years ago.  Knee length green shorts
gave little away as to how much he had grown 'down there' but I could see
that his legs were still fairly smooth looking.  I also noticed that his
feet had grown considerably despite them being covered up by baby blue
ankle socks.  Dylan strode into the room and took the only empty seat,
between myself and his mum.

"Are you okay Andy?" Sandra asked.

"What...oh...yeah."  I blushed, realising that I'd been holding my fork up
to my mouth for about the past minute since Dylan had walked in the room
but without eating anything.

"Oh, Andy is it?  I thought we'd have to call you Mr Brown like when we
were at school."

"Don't be cheeky Dylan," his mum scolded.  "Now get some food, it's been
going cold whilst you've been faffing about upstairs."

"Sorry mum.  I was busy making myself look presentable for our guest," he
said looking directly at me.  He then proceeded to load up his plate with
most of the food that was left in the serving dishes.  As he leant over to
help himself to the coleslaw which had been left in front of Tommy, his
right armpit came past my face and I could see a few brown hairs.  I also
smelt him.  He'd obviously recently showered as he wasn't particularly
musky but I could make out the combination of lemon scented shower gel and
the unmistakable scent of Lynx body spray.  I was in heaven.

The rest of the meal passed relatively easily as we chatted about plans for
summer holidays, how the three youngsters were doing at school, and about
my new career.


***


After all the serving dishes had been thoroughly emptied, Dean and Imogen
were ushered to clear the used dishes from the table.  I had offered to
help but was told not to by Sandra, and she joined the others momentarily
in the kitchen as she needed to serve pudding.

Whilst the three of them were in the kitchen, Dylan spoke directly to me.
"So...Andy.  Grief, it feels weird calling you that," he smirked.  "Have
mum and dad talked to you about the tutoring yet?"

"Not really," I replied.  "Your dad said we'd talk after we've finished the
meal."

"Oh."  I felt a foot - I presume it must have been Dylan's as Tommy was
sitting too far away - rub up my right calf.  "Promise me you'll say yes.
I really want you to do it."

"But why?  Why me?"

"Well, it's because..."

"And here is pudding.  I hope you've all got room left for it," Sandra
cheerfully said, cutting off Dylan from finishing his sentence.  She placed
an enormous raspberry pavlova down in the middle of the table as Dean
started handing out some plates.

"Yes mum, thanks," Dylan said.  Sandra served each of us a very generous
helping.  "Mum, are we going to talk to Andy about the tutoring now," he
continued looking eager.

"Yes, we are.  Your dad and me that is.  You, Imogen and Tommy can go eat
your puddings in the lounge.  And take your drinks with you."

"But muuuum, I wanted to talk to him too."

"I know darling but let me and your dad explain the idea to Andy first,"
Sandra told him.  "We'll let you know when you can come in and talk to him
as well."

"Fine," he grumbled, obviously knowing he wouldn't win this argument with
his parents.  Dylan picked up his pudding and glass of juice and followed
his siblings into the lounge.

"So," I said to Dylan's parents.  "I think it's probably time for you to
tell me what this is all about."

"Yes Andy we best had," Dean said.  "Sandra, how about you explain it."  It
was clear that he'd much rather his wife do the talking.

"Well as I said to you on the phone, this is a little bit complicated.  The
thing is, we want you to tutor Dylan but not with any of his schoolwork."

"I don't quite follow.  So what do you want me to teach him?" I asked,
taking a spoonful of pavlova.

"About sex," came the blunt answer.

"Sex!" I said, nearly choking on my pudding and having to take a sip of
wine to avoid choking.  "But surely he knows about sex.  I mean we did
stuff on puberty and reproduction when he was in Year 6 and I'm sure
they'll have done more in science and PSHE at his high school!"

"Well, yes, they have.  And he really enjoyed the puberty morning in Year
6."  I must admit so did I, but that may be a story for later on.  "But he
wants to know more," she added.

"Ok.  But can't he just talk to you two, or his biology teacher, or look
things up on the internet?"

"I'm sorry.  I don't think I've explained this very well," Sandra replied.

"Maybe I should explain," Dean said taking over from his wife.  "A couple
of months ago Dylan told us he was gay.  Well he kind of had to...bit of an
embarrassing story really...maybe Dylan will tell you about it at some
point.  But anyway, we were fine with it, and the other kids at school have
been brilliant about it.  And now he obviously wants to know about gay sex.
And me and Sandra have tried to explain things to him, but we don't know
much either.  He's done a bit of research on the internet but he says he
wants more."

"And how do you think I can help exactly?"

"Well we didn't," Dean went on.  "This bit was Dylan's idea.  He thought
that with you being gay that you'd be the best person to help him."

"You what!" I exclaimed.  How did Dylan know I was gay?  I thought I'd
hidden it well.  I mean, the last thing I ever wanted was for the kids to
know about my sex life.

Sandra obviously sensed my unease.  "Don't worry," she said.  "It really
doesn't bother us.  Oh, you're probably wondering how he knew.  He says it
was all those stares you used to give him when he was changing for PE and
the time you measured him for his Tarzan costume.  I hope this doesn't
embarrass you, but he told us he could feel your erection pressing against
him when you did some of the measuring."

"Oh shit," I said.  They're going to tell the police aren't they?  Or are
they just going to kill me instead?

"Don't look so worried," Sandra chortled.  "He's a good looking boy, even
back when he was 11.  I don't blame you for fancying him.  I think he
brought it on a bit himself to be honest, he told us he used to take ages
to get changed just so you had more chance to ogle him.  But the thing is,
you being gay is perfect.  It means that Dylan has someone he knows and
trusts to show him how gay sex works."

"What do you mean show him?" I asked, my mind now in overdrive.  "I thought
he just wanted to know about gay sex?"

"He did at first," Dean took over again.  "But he's now decided he wants to
experience it.  So that's what he wants you to do - to help him experience
every aspect of gay sex."

"Oh shit," I said again.  "And you two are okay with this?" I asked
puzzled.

"I suppose," Dean replied.  "The thing is, we've not got much choice.
Dylan said that we either get you to do this or he'll go out and find
someone on the internet who'll show him how it's done.  And we'd rather
that didn't happen what with STDs and things."

"But why me?" I asked.  "Would Dylan not be far better finding someone
nearer his own age to experience these things with?"

"Oh we tried that approach at first, believe me," Sandra said.  "But he
said he knows of only one other gay boy in his year and he doesn't get on
with him.  We even tried suggesting a few boys in Imogen's year."

"And none of those were suitable?"

"Apparently not," Sandra continued.  "Max Hall was our first suggestion -
do you remember Max?"

"Oh, yeah."  Of course I remembered Max.  Blonde hair.  Cute smile.  I
remember during his class's puberty talk him asking whether his pubic hair
would be blonde like the hair on his head.  I wonder if it is?  Grief, I'd
love to find out for myself.  "So was he no good?" I asked.

"No, unfortunately not," she replied.  "He's gay as well but Dylan thinks
he's too effeminate."  Well that's interesting news, I thought to myself.
"We then suggested Charlie Garland," she went on.  "He's far more matcho -
in fact he's built like a tank from his rugby training and weight lifting.
Dylan was fairly keen on the idea so we got Imogen to ask him.  He said
even though he's straight he wouldn't mind - and I quote, 'sticking his
cock up Dylan's pert arse' - he didn't want to do any of the kissing and
other stuff Dylan wants, so that was a no go too.  So that's when Dylan
suggested we ask you.  And now here we are."

"Wow, I don't know what to say."  And truly I didn't.  The fact that Dylan
was gay amazed me.  And that he wanted me to not just teach him about gay
sex but to actually do it with him was mind-blowing.

 "I know this is a lot to take in Andy," Sandra said.  "But this is what
Dylan really wants.  And we want him to be happy so that's why we're
allowing him to do this.  And don't worry about the legal side of things,
we'll make sure no one else knows about this as the last thing we want is
you getting in trouble with the police for doing this.  And we've made sure
that both Dylan and Imogen know that they can't tell anyone about it.  Oh,
and we'll pay you too - £20 an hour do you?  You are after all tutoring
him.  Plus we'll give you petrol money and pay for anything you might need
to buy for Dylan, toys and lube and whatever."

"Right."  I was still in shock but feeling a little calmer knowing that the
legal side of things was in hand.  And as for getting paid - well that felt
like a bonus.  "Ok, I'll do it," I said hesitantly.

"Oh that's great news," Sandra said, breathing a sigh of relief.  "Dylan
will be thrilled.  Let me just go tell him."

"There is just one more thing," her husband interrupted, stopping his wife
in her tracks.  "We've also got to make sure Dylan's safe.  Would you be
happy to have an STI test done before you start tutoring him.  We just want
to make sure, that's all."

"Yeah, that's fine," I replied.  "I'll obviously make sure we use
protection as well.  And I'll even let you know what we're going to do each
session if that will help put your mind at ease."

"Thanks," Dean said.  "And to be honest I'd rather you didn't tell us what
you're going to be getting up to.  I think a teenage boy's sex life should
probably remain private from his parents."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I affirmed.  Sandra left the room to go tell
Dylan the news, whilst Dean and myself sat in silence as there didn't seem
to be anything else left to say.  After a few moments Sandra returned with
a nervous looking Dylan following behind her.

"So Dylan," she said.  "We've had a good long chat with Andy about the
tutoring and we've told him everything - well apart from how we found out
you were gay but we thought we'd leave you to tell him that entertaining
story some other time."

Dylan flushed a brighter red than the day I took his inside leg
measurements.  He turned to face me and asked, "So have you decided?  Are
you going to do it?"  He sounded like a small child waiting to open their
Christmas presents.

"I've made a decision," I replied, pausing a moment to build up the
tension.  "And I've decided yes, I'll do it."

And almost before the words were out of my mouth, Dylan had launched
himself at me and thrown his arms around me in a great big hug.  "Thank
you, thank you, thank you," he called out, giving me a squeeze as he said
each one.

"I take it you're happy with the decision," his father said, once again
chuckling to himself.

"It's fucking amazing!" Dylan replied, before remembering who he was
talking to.  "Sorry," he muttered noticing the disapproving look his dad
had just given him.

"No harm done," Sandra said, giving her son's hair a tousle.  "We're going
to go out for a bit now to give you two a bit of time to talk about things.
We'll take Imogen and Tommy with us so they don't interrupt you."

And with that, the rest of the family headed down to the local pub, leaving
me alone with Dylan.


***


And so ends chapter two.  As you'll see this is a bit of a slow burner to
begin with but things will certainly get hotter in the next chapter or two
as Dylan's tutoring sessions begin.

This is my first time writing on Nifty and so any feedback would be greatly
appreciated - andybrown2000@outlook.com