Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2016 22:01:24 +0000
From: Andy Brown <andybrown2000@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Dylan, chapter 9

Tutoring Dylan - chapter 9


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From the end of chapter 8:

His electric touch tipped me over the edge.  With a final groan, my cum
sprayed all over his chest and neck.  Exhausted, I rolled off him, sinking
down next to him on the bed.  It took several minutes before either of us
had recovered enough to talk.

"Do you remember the promise you made me earlier?" I asked him.  Dylan
nodded his head unenthusiastically, clearly regretting our agreement.  "I
think it's time for you to pay up."

Hesitantly, Dylan reached down, touching a pool of my cum on his chest.
Bringing his finger up towards his mouth, he inspected the white, viscous
liquid on its tip.  He stuck out his tongue, bringing the digit down to
meet it.  Contact made, he drew his tongue back and swirled it around.  His
Adam's apple bobbed down as he swallowed.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

I could see him weighing things up in his mind.  "Not bad," he replied.
"Quite salty and a bit tangy.  Mine was nicer."  He grinned.

I pulled a sheet over us.  Putting my arm around him, I pulled him towards
me.  Soon, we were fast asleep.


***


It had just gone nine o'clock when I woke up, feeling refreshed and
energised.  Sunlight bathed the room.  Dylan, still asleep, glowed like an
angel.  Leaving him to snooze, I trundled to the bathroom for a shave and
shower.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed back into the bedroom.  Dylan
still hadn't woken up.  I dressed, then made us both a cup of tea, placing
Dylan's on the bed-side cabinet.

It seemed a pity to wake him, but I knew he wouldn't want to miss out on
breakfast.  Carefully, I pulled the sheet off him.  Once again, his dick
was standing to attention.  The remnants of last night's cum had dried on
his chest and neck.

Grabbing a tube of KY out of my bag, I squirted a few drops onto Dylan's
cock.  He squirmed, but didn't stir.  Gently I grasped hold of it,
spreading the jelly over the head of his penis.

"Mmmmm," Dylan purred, still asleep.

Slowly, I worked my hand up and down his pole, paying special attention to
his ever-sensitive ridge.  It was amazing to watch his hips buck,
involuntary, whilst he was still in the land of nod.  I began to pick up
the pace of my stroking, bringing Dylan to an inevitable climax.  Three
small squirts shot out onto his belly, as he moaned in delight.

After giving it a couple of final strokes, I let go of his spent penis.
Dylan began to stir.

"Did you have a good sleep?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he yawned.  "I had a lovely dream.  You were jerking me off."

"It wasn't a dream," I told him.  Dylan looked down at his torso, noticing
the fresh cum that had landed there as well as the reminders from last
night.  He reached out, grabbing my t-shirt, and pulled me in for a kiss.
"There's a cup of tea for you," I said, signalling to where I'd left it,
"then you'd best hop in the shower.  Breakfast will be over soon, and I'm
sure you don't want to miss it."

Jumping out of bed, he practically inhaled the cup of tea before dashing
towards the bathroom.


***


After devouring another large plateful, Dylan asked me what we were going
to do today.

"I thought we'd go for a walk this morning," I told him.  Dylan's face
fell.

"A walk," he sighed.  "But we could do that back in England."

"I know.  But it'll be nice to see some of the local scenery.  Don't you
think?"

"I suppose," he grumbled.


***


Going back up to the room, I grabbed the rucksack I'd packed earlier whilst
Dylan was in the shower.

"What do I need to bring?" he asked.

"Don't worry.  I've got everything we need," I told him, as we headed out
of the door.

Seeing the queue at the lifts, I decided we'd take the stairs.  Getting to
the bottom, we headed through the lobby and out of the front door.

"So where are we going?" Dylan asked.

"You'll see," I replied, trudging along a path down the side of the hotel.
It was already hot outside, and before long we had both started to sweat.

Coming to a fork in the road, I opted to turn right.  "So we're not going
to the beach?" Dylan asked, seeing the sign pointing in the opposite
direction.

"Does it look like it?" I responded.  We carried on a little further, our
breathing becoming gradually more laboured in the humid conditions.  "Let's
take a break," I suggested.  Sitting down at the side of the path, I opened
a side pocket on the bag and pulled out a bottle of water.  After taking a
swig, I handed it to Dylan.

"Thanks," he said before filling his mouth.

"So did you enjoy what we did last night?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it was awesome," he replied.  "It was just like I'd fantasised, but
even hotter.  I loved how you made it just like the time you measured me at
school.  It was great, being able to do it again, but going all the way
this time."  I felt a pang of emotion, knowing that I was helping to ease
his feelings of regret.  "I wish I'd have been braver last time," he
continued, "and stripped right off for you.  But I just couldn't.  I'm
sorry."

I put my arm round him and pulled him in close to me.  "Nothing to be sorry
about," I reassured him.  "You weren't ready back then.  You are now, and
that's all that matters.  Besides," I pressed my hand onto his crotch, "we
wouldn't have had time back then for me to suck you off."  We both giggled.

"That's true," he said, snuggling up against me.  I could feel his dick
getting hard as he thought about the blow job.

"I take it you liked it then?" I asked.  "Getting your cock sucked."

"Oh, yeah," he said, eagerly.  "That was... just... wow!  Though when you
pushed me away part way through, I was almost there.  I felt like
screaming!"

"Just remember," I said, "the longer the build up, the better the orgasm."

Dylan looked unsure.  It was clearly a lesson he wasn't ready to accept
yet.

"Right.  Enough rest," I said, standing up.  "Time we got going again."  I
stuck out my hand.  Dylan grabbed it and I hoisted him up.

Eventually, we came to a small hill.  "Nearly there," I told him.  "Our
destination's just over the top."

"Race ya!" he shouted as he began sprinting up the slope.  It seems that no
matter how grown up a 13 year old thinks they are, you give them a hill to
run up and they do.  I sprinted after him, but given his head start and his
athletic abilities, it came as no surprise that he beat me.

"We're at the beach!" he shouted down to me.  "But you said..."

I smiled at him.  "At no point did I say we weren't."  He frowned at me.
"All I asked you, was does it look like we're going to the beach."  Dylan
stuck his tongue out at me and headed off down the other side.

By the time I'd made it onto the beach Dylan seemed to have chosen a spot
away from the other beach dwellers.  He'd already kicked off his trainers,
and was stood there looking out into the crystal blue waters of the sea.
The waves were pretty calm and the sun seemed to glisten off the surface of
the ocean.  Out at sea there were a few banana boats and jet skis bobbing
around.  A number of people were swimming in the water.  The sand was
spotless and seemed to be waiting for us to settle down and relax for the
day.  I stopped for a moment taking in the perfect scene: the ocean, the
beach and my amazing boy with his brown hair and tanned body, shown off to
perfection in his loose vest top and baggy shorts.

I set off moving again and as I approached him, Dylan turned to look at me.
I dumped my rucksack down in the sand and looked up at him.  Instead of a
grin he seemed upset.

"What's up?" I asked, confused.

"You said I didn't need anything!" he said quietly.

"I know.  You don't."

"But how can I have a day on the beach without my beach stuff!" he accused
louder.

I grinned at him.  "You can do without your beach stuff," I replied.  He
looked puzzled.  "Strip!" I commanded.  He looked even more confused.
"Look around you," I told him.

Dylan turned his head to look across the beach.  As if seeing the scene for
the first time, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

"That man over there," he pointed.  "He's got no clothes on!  And neither's
that woman!  Is that even legal!"

"Of course it's allowed," I told him.  "But only on this beach."

Suddenly, the penny dropped.  "You mean... this is... this
is... a... a... nudist beach!"  I nodded my head.  "You've brought me to a
nudist beach?!"

"Yes.  Now get your clothes off."

"Fuck off," he replied.  "No.  No way.  I am not getting naked in public."
He folded his arms in front of him, a stern look spreading over his face.

"That's a pity," I said.  "Because it's one of the items I put on the list.
Get naked in public.  And if you won't do this, then we'll have to call the
whole thing off."  Dylan screwed up his face, contemplating his options.
"So," I whispered, "no more blow jobs, no rimming, and certainly no
fucking."

Dylan stood in silence, staring at me.  Two can play at that game, I
thought, as I returned his icy glare.

"Fine!" he snapped, breaking the standoff.  "I'll get naked."

I stepped forward and grabbed the bottom of his vest top and pulled it up.
Automatically, he raised his arms.  Bringing my hands back down, I grabbed
the waist band of his shorts and quickly pulled them down, leaving him in
just a pair of bright yellow boxer briefs.

Dylan seemed to be frozen to the spot.  Before he could say anything else,
I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down as well, leaving
him standing naked in the middle of the beach.  The action of finally
stripping him nude seemed to bring him back to life.

Leaving him to his thoughts, I quickly pulled off my own clothes.

"Okay, sun-block time," I said.  "The last thing you want is a burnt
bottom.  Believe me, it'll hurt like hell!"

"I think a burnt dick would be worse," he replied with a grin.  "It'd mean
you'd not be able to play with it for a while!"

"Oh, I think I'd manage still," I answered quickly.  "I can think of some
ways of cooling it off!"

I rummaged in the bag and pulled out a bottle of sun tan lotion.
Unscrewing the cap, I squirted some out onto my hands.  "Turn around," I
commanded.  He turned away from me and I had the pleasure of seeing his
perfect arse in the sunlight.

I started to rub the cream onto his back.  Smiling to myself, I lowered my
hands towards those faultless buttocks of his.  I massaged and kneaded the
lotion into those plump pillows until Dylan pointed out that I had 'done
that bit quite well'.  I gave each cheek a final rub, before kneeling down
and massaging the sun-block into the strong muscles of his legs.

Grabbing his hips, I twisted him, turning him around.  I was greeted with
the sight of his dick standing straight up against his belly.

"Enjoying this are you?" I asked with a smirk.

"How did you guess?" he replied with a devilish grin.

Ignoring his throbbing erection, I worked the cream into his legs, belly,
chest and arms.  I checked no one was looking our way before again lowering
my hands.  Coating my fingers in the oily substance, I started to apply it
to his throbbing cock and balls.  Dylan groaned as I massaged the lotion
into his skin.

Just as Dylan was enjoying himself, I removed my hands from his dick.
"Well, as you pointed out earlier, I've 'done that bit quite well now'."  I
grinned at him.  He gave me a disappointed look before grabbing the bottle
from my hands.

"You need sun cream too!" he grinned.  Smiling back, I stood with my legs
apart, giving him the signal to go ahead.

Now, let me tell you, having a gorgeous, unclothed teenage boy rub
sun-block into your skin while you are naked in the middle of a beautiful
beach is something that everyone should experience.  From the moment
Dylan's soft hands touched the skin on my back, I was in heaven.  It was
almost beyond a sexual experience and instead more like intimate bonding
between us.

He moved his hands in slow circles down my back and onto my buttocks,
kneading the lotion into me.  Kneeling down, he slowly massaged the oil
into me, before turning me around.  He was greeted with the sight of my
dick pointing straight out at him.  Looking up at me, he gave me a quick
smile before continuing along the same path I had: massaging the liquid
into the front of my legs, my belly, chest and arms.  Finally, he squirted
a load of cream into his hands and wrapped his hands around my erection.
Slowly, he started to massage the oil into the skin of my dick and balls.
I groaned loudly, Dylan laughing triumphantly as he continued to work his
oily fingers up and down my aching cock.

Suddenly, he removed his hands from my penis.  "I've done that bit quite
well now," he announced, throwing my words back at me.

Exacting my revenge, I grabbed him round his waist and slung him over my
shoulder.  His erection ground into my chest, smearing it with precum.  I
set off.  Dylan started to groan as his dick rubbed against my skin.  His
moaning got louder the further I walked; my chest becoming quite damp.

Finally, we made it to the water's edge.  I waded into the sea, stopping as
the water reached thigh level.

Without warning, I dropped Dylan into the ocean.  I think the scream he
made as he hit the water could probably have been heard back in England.  I
half expected the ships out in the channel to change course and investigate
what was happening on the beach.

"You bastard!" he shouted, "you utter bastard!  I'm going to get you for
that!".  Lashing out with his legs, he swept my feet from under me.  With a
shout, I tumbled into the water, finding myself with a naked teenager on
me, splashing and grabbing me.  I quickly recovered, twisting myself around
and kicking my legs to throw him up and out into the deeper water of the
surf.  Turning around, I saw him leap up out of the surface of the water.
His brown mop had become darkened by the water.  He grinned back at me
before frowning.

"This still isn't over you know," he threatened, "I am so going to get you
back for that!"

As he stood up in the water, I was taken aback by the way he looked.  He
was the model of perfection.  Standing naked in the shallow surf, his brown
hair was plastered to his head, and a beaming, but still cheeky smile lit
up his face.  His chest gleamed in the sunlight, a combination of the oil
of the sun cream and the shining drops of water that clung to his skin.
His flat stomach also shone with beads of water, as he stood showing his
shrunken boyhood to the world.

Like all moments of perfection though, it couldn't last, and it was broken
by Dylan letting out a war cry as he ran back at me.  What followed then
could only be described as a frantic battle of grabbing, shoving,
splashing, pushing and dumping each other in the water.  Dylan might only
have been 13, but with all of his sports he was fast and strong, and was no
easy match for me!  Eventually, we both tired and ended up floating out
into the deeper water to chill in the gentler part of the sea before the
waves broke.

"So what do you think to your first time being naked in public?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied.  "It's a bit weird.  It's sort of exciting,
exposing yourself in front of other people.  But it's scary as well.  I
mean, what if I get a hard-on and someone sees."

I nodded in agreement.  "Yeah, it takes a bit of getting used to.  But
don't worry, erections happen.  People just sort of expect them.  Now, I
don't know about you, but I'm feeling a bit tired.  I think I'm going to go
have a lie down on the beach."

I began to swim towards the shore.  Dylan followed.  Once we got back to
the rucksack, I pulled out a couple of towels and laid them on the sand.


***


"Andy, I'm hungry," came a voice next to, waking me from my nap.

Rubbing my eyes, I could hear his stomach rumbling.  "Yeah, it sounds like
it," I told him.  "Okay.  We'll pop back to the hotel for lunch, and then
spend the rest of the afternoon back here."

"Can you pass me my clothes then, please."

"No."

"I can't go back to the hotel like this!"  I looked at him.  His dick, for
once, hung limply.

"Okay.  After all, I don't want you giving any old ladies a heart attack."
Dylan giggled.  Reaching into the bag, I pulled out the red bikini swimwear
I'd bought him.  "Put these on then," I instructed, throwing the garment at
him.

For a moment, it looked like he was going to refuse.  But seeing the stern
look on my face, he changed his mind and began tugging them up his legs.  I
pulled on a pair of blue swim shorts, zipped up the rucksack, and off we
went.

I led us up a short path, taking us from the beach to the rear entrance of
the hotel.  Dylan kept looking round furtively, worried if anyone was
staring at his near naked form.  Walking past the pool, we made our way to
the bar and ordered lunch.


***


Having finished eating, we took the short journey back to the beach and
spread our towels back out on the sand.  Luckily it was pretty empty and we
were able to find a secluded spot.  Dylan took a bit of encouragement to
remove his trunks, but agreed to do so after I promised him another rub
down with the sun cream.  Once again, he sprang a boner as I worked my
hands over his skin.

After making sure we were both well protected from the sun, we laid down on
our towels, basking in the heat of its rays.

Dylan soon became bored of this.  "I'm going back in the sea!" he shouted,
racing off.  I had to stop and stare at him running down the sand: an
athlete in action; his pert bum jiggling as he ran.  Looking out of the
corner of my eye, I noticed that I wasn't the only one watching him - a few
older men were also staring as Dylan dashed across the sand and splashed
into the ocean.

Although he was on his own swimming, he didn't seem to be short of things
to do.  I could see why he was doing so well with his diving - he was a
natural in the water.  He swam parallel to the shore for a while, his bum
breaking the surface as he turned.  Turning inland again, his body glided
gently into the shallows to play in the surf.  He hadn't been for long
before another boy, probably a couple of years younger than Dylan, ran down
the beach and leapt into the water next to him.

Dylan stopped dead at the sight of the naked red-headed youngster landing
in the water.  Obviously feeling uncomfortable, Dylan walked back up the
beach and slumped down next to me.  I was slightly surprised.  Dylan had
always been a sociable child at primary school, and had a good number of
friends these days.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Fine," he muttered.

"You don't sound it."  He didn't respond.  "I thought you might have talked
to that other boy," I told him.  "The two of you could hang out and have a
bit of fun together."

"He's younger than me," Dylan replied.

"Yes, and I suppose you've never played with a boy younger than yourself?"

Dylan knew I had him with that one.  "But it's weird.  He's naked."

"And so are you," I reminded him.  "Now run along and play with him.  I
want to read my book."  Dylan stood there for a moment, so I pulled a book
out of the rucksack, emphasising my point.

Slowly Dylan walked over to the younger boy, who was now sat with what I
assumed to be his mother.  There was a small exchange of talking before
Dylan smiled and pointed at me.  The woman looked over, smiled, and gave me
a wave.  Dylan and the boy made their way down to the shore.

As I looked on, Dylan chatted to the younger lad before turning and picking
him up and gently throwing him into a wave.  There was a scream of glee
from the other boy, and as he was washed back again, Dylan grabbed him and
threw him back out into the waves.  Reassured that Dylan was enjoying
himself, I turned back to my book.

Every so often, I looked up over the top of my novel.  Having abandoned the
water, the pair of them were building sandcastles.

"Hey, Uncle Andy!" I heard suddenly.  I smiled, pleased that Dylan had
remembered to keep up our pretence.  "Is that football still in the
rucksack?" he asked, having obviously spotted it earlier.  I unzipped the
bag and handed it to him.  Soon the two of them were having a kick-about on
the beach.

"Jamie!" I heard a woman shout in the distance.  "Time for us to go!"
Looking around I could see this command was directed at the lad Dylan was
playing with.  After Jamie and Dylan had exchanged a few words, they shared
a short hug.  Jamie trotted over to his mother, leaving Dylan stood by
himself.

Dylan headed back up to me.  He flopped back down on the towel next to me
and looked across.

"Well, that was fun!" he said.  "It was weird at first but after a while I
just forgot I was naked."  I smiled as he continued.  "It was really weird
talking to Jamie's mum though.  I was stood naked, with her naked kid next
to me, while she talked to me, and she was naked.  It was all normal,
except we were all naked!"

I smiled again.  "Being nude is normal remember.  It doesn't always have to
be a sexual thing.  For many people, it's just a normal way of being!"

He looked over at me again and stared into my eyes.  "This has been a cool
trip out Andy, thanks for bringing me."  I smiled back at him and he gave
me one of his grins in return.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty quiet.  Playing with Jamie had
obviously worn Dylan out, so he took a nap while I continued to read my
book.  Once Dylan had resurfaced, we had our own little game of football
and another swim in the sea.

Settling ourselves back down on our towels, we spent a bit of time
relaxing, just doing a bit of people watching.

"You seemed to get on well with Jamie earlier," I said to him.

"Yeah, he was cool," Dylan replied.

"Do you fancy him?" I asked.

"Nah.  He's a bit too young."

"But you'd quite like to mess around with him, I bet."

Dylan thought for a moment.  "I dunno.  No.  Cos then it'd be like I was
cheating on you."

"Dylan.  Just because I'm doing all these things with you, it doesn't mean
you can't do them with anyone else."

"It'd still feel wrong," he responded, sitting up.  I think he could sense
what I was thinking.  "Don't worry, I know we're not boyfriends or
anything."

"Look Dylan.  I appreciate what you're saying, but you're right, we're not
boyfriends.  And at some point you're going to have one.  And you'll go out
on dates, have sex with him, maybe even get married."

"Won't that bother you?" he asked me.

I considered this for a moment.  "Maybe.  A little.  But eventually we'll
get through our list, and then there will be no need for us to see each
other.  And that will make me sad, because I'm loving what we're doing
together."  He put his arm around me.  "But all good things must come to an
end."

Dylan wiped away a tear from his eye.

"But I think I love you," he said, gently.

"And I love you too," I replied, taking hold of his hand.  "Which is why I
want you to be happy.  The two of us, it could never work out, not properly
anyway.  So I want you to promise me that when Mr Right comes along - and
come along he will - you won't let your feelings for me get in the way."

"I promise," he whispered.

"Good," I said.  "So is there anyone at school you fancy?  Someone in your
year?  Someone older - Charlie or Max?  What about your friend Will?"

"I don't really want to talk about it," Dylan mumbled.

"Go on.  Humour me," I insisted.

"Fine," he sighed.  "There's a few I suppose."

"Go on."

"Charlie in Imogen's year.  I've fancied him for ages.  But the past couple
of years he's really bulked up.  He looks really strong now.  I'd love him
to fuck me, slow and hard."

"Any others?" I asked.

"There's a few in my year.  Harry, like I said last night.  Jack as well,
though I know that's never gonna happen.  Luke, if we can ever get things
back on track."

"So what's he like then, Luke?  To look at, I mean."

"He's cute.  A bit shorter than me and not as slim.  Just sort of a normal
size.  I love the way he has his hair, it's all sort of curly.  Oh, and
he's got the best smile."

I could tell he was smitten.

"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.


***


End of chapter 9.  A bit shorter, and less sex than last time, but I hope
you enjoyed it.

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