Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2013 14:05:58 -0800
From: Matt Richardson <matthew.r.richardson@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Noah

Disclaimer: Enjoy the story, and don't do anything you shouldn't.

Note: Originally I had thought about posting this in multiple chapters, but
I decided to just get it all down in one go. If you don't feel like reading
it all in one sitting, though, the chapter breaks are there along the way.

Final note: This is about a man using a boy. Not a mythical boy-like
creature who instantly sheds his nymphet clothes in an effort to blindly
please men, but a boy who has to be pushed a little by a man into the
pleasure the man knows the boy needs. If that's not what you're looking
for, please move on.

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Noah wasn't my first boy. Not by a long shot.

I started tutoring in college. Before too long I realized I could simply
turn away the girls, and the boys who were too young or too old, saying I
was too busy -- leaving all my tutoring time with the middle school age
boys I loved so much.

I cut my teeth (and wet my cock) on those boys in college, and I'll admit
there were some pretty close calls. But I got better, and after college I
was surprised that a good tutor can actually keep tutoring even when he's
not a student -- that even in these scared-parent times, a single guy in
his 20s or 30s could be left alone to teach a 13 year old math.

Now 34, I had been tutoring Noah for a few months. I was a good teacher,
and good with kids -- and it helped that the vast majority of boys needing
tutoring were from homes that left something to be desired, whether that
was a single parent working all the time or rich parents who were never
home. Either played just fine into my hand as the caring, playful older man
these young teen boys craved.

With Noah it was the former: A single mom, working two jobs and overwhelmed
by it, such that she didn't have much time for her only kid. It only took a
couple of weeks before she was asking me if I could take on babysitting
duties as well as tutoring. This one would be easy.

And Noah was a kid I wanted to spend more time with. He was 13, shy,
awkward, mostly a loner at school. He was short, had naturally black hair,
and had recently taken on the "emo" look -- tight black jeans, colorful
tshirts, lots of bracelets and, most notably, some eyeliner on most days.

I figured this boy for a fag pretty early on. Yeah, not just a gay boy, but
a faggot. A boy meant to be used. Those were my favorites.

Noah had a thin, smooth body, average I suppose for boys who have made it
out of the lingering babyfat stage of the preteen years but before they hit
the testosterone blasts of high school. He had a tight, hot little ass that
looked great in the girl jeans he wedged his thin hips into.

He was also a little dumb. Not slow, or mentally handicapped or anything,
just a little dumb. I think it was a product of him being socially outcast
for so long (other kids probably figured him for a faggot too), but he had
almost a childlike way about him, that he was bewildered by things other
boys his age had already figured out.

That said, puberty had definitely hit this kid. His jeans didn't leave much
to the imagination, and he got erections all the time, much to his deep
embarrassment. He was constantly trying to slide out of a chair sideways or
slink into a room without showing me his front side, usually without much
success. His little boy boner was painfully obvious, and he knew it. And I
would make a point to look. Oh, fuck yes I would. And I would watch the
blush creep up his neck and fill in his pale smooth cheeks and just smile,
as if he had simply wished me a pleasant day. Then he would scamper off and
I would watch his pert rear end as he left.

More to the point, he was jacking off, constantly. He would regularly take
forever in the bathroom, "reading a magazine," and come out with flushed
cheeks and an awkward look. One afternoon, after seeing him pop no less
than three boners as we worked on his pre-algebra homework, he told me he
was really tired and "needed to take a nap." The nap, if it happened,
lasted all of five minutes. I heard him cooing as I stood outside the door,
the telltale slap-slap as he did what every thirteen year old boy does. I
heard him try to stifle a moan as the slapping abruptly stopped, and I
could imagine him biting his lip in earnest through his boygasm.

He waited perhaps another five minutes before "getting up," and when he
emerged from his room, he met my "Hi Noah!" with a frantic
"Gottagotothebathroom!" as he tried to hide his still-flushed face.

I figured getting my seven inch cock into Noah's boy body wouldn't be all
that challenging. In fact, about a week later it became laughably easy.

***

It was one of the days I had been tasked with tutoring him and then
watching him for a few extra hours, as his mom worked the late shift. It
was late enough that I had gotten pizza, and was supposed to hang out to
make sure Noah went to bed.

He was in the shower. I contemplated walking in on him, as I had the times
I knew he was jacking off, but I wanted to take things a little more
methodically. Since I had some time (he took forever in the shower, like
everything else), I figured I'd investigate his room.

I'd been in his room before, and it was typical, I suppose, of most middle
school boys, at least the ones who were into emo music -- lots of band
posters on the wall, including several with pierced and tattooed lead
singers. There was also, somewhat incongruously, a poster of One Direction,
the boy band. Between that and the aggressive-looking tattooed guys
plastering the walls, it was a wonder his mom hadn't already figured out
what this kid wanted. Since she was pretty religious and pretty
conservative (she hadn't taken well to the eyeliner, among other things), I
wondered if it was just willful ignorance on her part.

Noah had his own computer, an old piece of shit that he constantly
complained about but that he clearly invested a lot in -- I was pretty sure
he had profiles on every social network in existence. With his mom hardly
ever home, I was guessing he didn't do much in the way of covering his
tracks. A quick look at his browser history was right: Mixed in among
Facebook and VampireFreaks and SceneKids visits were XTube and RedTube and,
if it wasn't already blindingly obvious, GayBoysTube.

So, that answered that, and gave me a little ammo if I needed it. Now I
just had to make my move.

Noah emerged from the shower in a yellow tshirt and a pair of black
boxerbriefs, with blue "racing stripes" going up either side. He'd been in
his underwear around me once or twice before, so this wasn't that unusual,
but before he had a chance to go in his room and put on pants, I told him
to join me on the couch so we could talk.

He sat next to me and I moved closer to him, putting my arm around him. I'd
hugged him plenty before -- shy boys in early teenage years respond great
to that kind of affection if you play it right -- and he leant back against
my arm without hesitation.

"How're things going in school, Noah? I know about your classes, but I mean
otherwise."

"Well, ah...okay, I guess," he said, looking down.

I put my other hand on his knee, as if to comfort him.

"Yeah, I know middle school can be kinda shitty sometimes," I said.

He looked up at me. "You cussed," he said.

I chuckled. "Yes I did, Noah. Some things are worth cussing about."

He looked down again. "Well...yeah," he said softly. "School is...um. Well
school is shitty."

I moved my hand further up his smooth little thigh. "Yeah, I know how it
is," I said. "Kids are just idiots in middle school, I don't know what it
is."

"Y-yeah," he said, and glanced down at my hand. "Like some of them won't
stop making fun of me no matter what."

I chuckled, and moved my hand a little further up. I looked at the crotch
of his boxerbriefs, and they were definitely beginning to tent. "Well, it
might be because of the clothes you wear," I said with a smile.

"Yeahhh," he said breathily. "But I like them...I dunno why."

I moved my hand a couple of inches higher, and noticed his underwear
tenting even more. "Well, as long as you don't mind that they make you look
like a faggot, Noah."

"A-- a what?"

"A faggot. Noah, you look like a little fag," I said, moving my hand
higher. My fingertips were at the hem of the short leg of his boxerbriefs.

"I...oh."

"But that's OK, Noah," I said. My fingers were creeping onto the fabric of
his underwear. "Because you are a fag, aren't you?"

The boy began blushing hard. "Um, well..."

My fingers met resistance. His stiff little boyprick, trying to leap out of
his undies. His cheeks colored a deep crimson as I looked at him. I lifted
my hand up, ever so slightly, and then back down. Closed. Around his
throbbing thirteen year old penis.

Noah gasped softly.

"You like this, don't you Noah?"

"Y-- well, I dunno," he said, looking down and away from me.

"Look at me Noah," I said, and he looked back, his eyelids drooping. "You
like this. Me. Touching you."

"Um..." he said.

"I'm molesting you Noah," I said. "And you like it. You like being
molested."

"Yeah," the seventh grader whispered, almost imperceptibly. I squeezed the
shaft of his stone-hard boydick through the fabric and he breathed in
sharply.

"And what does that make you?" I said, looking into his eyes with a smile.

"Uh..."

"It makes you a fff," I said, starting the word for him. "Come on
Noah. What are you? A fff--"

"A...a," he trailed off softly. "A faggot."

"That's right," I said, and opened my palm so that my hand was flat against
his shaft and my fingers gently held his balls. "You're a little fag. And
you like being fondled by a man."

"Y-yeah," he said quietly.

"Let's go in your room Noah," I said. "I want to play with your body a LOT
more."

I stood up and took his hand, and he slowly stood, his tented boxerbriefs
leading the way, and followed me in a daze to his bedroom. I couldn't wait
to take this kid's boycherry.

***

I guided him to his bed and had him lay down.

"Let's get these off of you," I said, tugging at his underwear.

"O-okay," Noah said nervously, as I pulled them down and off his slim
coltish little legs.

Noah's boydick was cute in the way most 13-year-old boys' are, about four
inches long and the thickness of my thumb, which I thought was pretty thick
for a kid his age. He was uncut, which I've noticed has become more common
for boys lately, his foreskin just parting open at the tip of his stiff
boycock. His balls had clearly dropped and were grape-sized, loose from the
shower and in a smooth, unblemished sac. He did have a smattering of wispy
black pubes starting just above his middle school penis, but they didn't
extend very far and didn't mar his shaft or thighs. The rest of his body,
as I mentioned, was nearly entirely smooth, with just a few equally wispy
hairs starting under his arms.

"Very nice," I said, reaching out and stroking his velvety-firm hardon.

"Th- -- ah! -- thanks," he said, reacting as the first hand other than his
own to touch his immature member gently stroked him. "You don't think it's
-- oh... -- too small?"

"Actually, it's thicker than average, and it's about the same length hard
as most boys your age."

"Oh," he said breathily. "Cool." He didn't ask me how I knew what the
average length of hard boydicks his age was. Perhaps he guessed.

I sat down on the bed next to him and continued stroking, Noah sighing and
cooing the whole way.

His nipples, a pale pink on his smooth chest, had perked up as I
masturbated the boy. I leaned over and took one in my mouth, biting gently.

Noah gasped, loudly. "Oh!" he cried out.

"Like that?" I teased, flicking his nipple with my tongue.

"Ohmygod yes!" Noah said.

I could tell the boy was getting close, his skinny hips thrusting with more
urgency against my hand. But all this playing with his body had gotten me
plenty aroused too, and I figured it was my turn to get some attention.

"Hold on one sec," I said. He whimpered when I released his boydick, but I
swatted away his hand when he tried to rub it. "Hold on," I said, standing
up. I stripped off my shirt and watched his eyes as they stared at my
chest.

"You have really nice muscles," he said softly.

"Thanks," I said, unbuckling my belt.

"I wish I had muscles," Noah said morosely, but I just smiled at him.

"You have a hot little body Noah," I said, unbuttoning my jeans and
dropping them. "Just look what you did to me."

My boxers were tented out visibly, and I kneeled on the bed next to his
head so that my bulge hovered over his face.

"I-- I did that?" he said.

"You sure did, Noah. And I know you want to see it, don't you?"

"Um...well can I?" he said after a moment.

"Of course you can little fag. Reach into my fly and pull out my mancock."

Hesitating only a moment, Noah did as he was told. His smooth young hand on
my hard cock tugged gently and I popped through the gap. His eyes were
wide.

"It's big," he said softly.

"It sure is Noah," I said. "Stroke it for me."

The little gay boy began to rub back and forth, slowly. My foreskin slid
back and forth over my already slippery cockhead.

"Let me get more comfortable," I said, and moved his hand away so I could
take off my boxers completely.

"Woah," he said as my pubes and balls came into view.

"Yeah," I said. "This is what a man looks like." I took his hand and moved
it to my balls. "Feel how big these are?" I asked him.

"Wow, yeah," he said, cradling them gently.

"They're full of sperm," I said. "Sperm for you, Noah." He giggled
nervously.

I began leaning over his mouth.

"Give this a taste, Noah," I said, positioning my hard cock in front of his
mouth.

"Wh-what?" he said.

"Come on, I know you know what a blowjob is Noah. Put my dick in your mouth
and suck on it."

He moved his hand up to my shaft and stroked me for a second. And then,
apparently having made a decision, he moved his head up slightly until his
lips came in contact with my cockhead.

Now, I should say that I tend to precum a whole fucking lot, especially
when there's a naked teenage boy on the other end of my dick. This was no
exception, and Noah quickly got a sheen of pre all over his lips. It looked
hot as shit, of course.

I saw his tongue dart out and lick some off.

"Not so bad, right?" I said, still crouching my body over his face.

"Nah it's okay I guess," Noah said.

"Take it into your mouth," I said, and began pressing my cock against his
lips. After a moment, he relented and let me slip inside.

"Thaaat's it little fag," I said. "Nurse on this mancock." And right on
cue, I felt Noah start sucking gently, his little hand moving up and down
at the base of my dick. I could feel my foreskin moving back and forth
inside the kid's mouth from his stroking.

Of course, he had been watching porn. It's not like he didn't understand
what was supposed to happen.

I pushed further until he backed his head back down onto his pillow, then
kept pressing until another couple of inches of my 34-year-old penis had
slid into his hot, wet little 13-year-old mouth.

I felt his little tongue working back and forth across the underside of my
cock, then abruptly the boy began gagging as I reached the back of his
mouth. I let Noah gag for a few minutes, not letting him push me away, and
then slowly withdrew so I had only about three inches of mandick past his
lips.

"Breathe through your nose Noah," I said. "And let's try that again."

I gave him a moment to take a big breath, then began sinking further
inside. Four, five, six inches of fully grown cock entered his middle
school mouth until he reflexively gagged again.

And once again I enjoyed his clasping little throat for a few moments.

"Yeah, choke on my cock little faggot," I said before relenting and slowly
withdrawing back to the three-inch mark. Noah kept suckling on it, I
noticed.

"Mmm, you're a natural Noah," I said. "Oh shit yeah, you were born to suck
dick."

Holding onto my cock with one hand, he pulled his mouth off for a moment
and said wetly "Thanks!"

Remember, it's always good to give the boys you're tutoring positive
feedback!

After letting the boy suck for a couple more minutes, I withdrew, and began
moving my dick around on his face. Slick with saliva and precum, Noah's 7th
grade face was soon covered with a sheen of slime.

"Suck on my balls, fagboy," I said and he did, of course, as I let the
weight of my thick mancock rest on his face. He suckled on my hairy adult
testicles gently, letting his tongue dance across my sac as he tasted the
heavy containers of sperm I was going to put inside him.

After I was satisfied, I pulled to gently release my nuts from his mouth,
then pointed my dick back at his facehole.

I pushed, purposely going a little deeper down to four or five inches. I
was still planning on getting the full seven down this kid's throat. But he
pulled his mouth off again to tell me, stupidly, "It tastes weird."

I used my hand to position my cock back at his lips and pushed. "I know
Noah," I said. "Now enough talking. You'll get a good taste soon."

I put my hands on the back of his head and began pushing deeper. When I
reached five or six inches in, his hands flew up to my hips and tried to
push me back, but I wouldn't let him. I felt him gag and choke, and I used
the opportunity to shove the remaining inch or so down the boy's throat.

Seven inches of mancock stuffed into this skinny little bitchboy's mouth.

Of course it didn't last long, with Noah nearly pounding on my hips now
trying to get me to pull back. Eventually, after relishing the feeling of
being balls deep inside him from this end, I did, since I had to let him
breathe.

I didn't pull out all the way, though, because I was getting close.

Now, I know most stories on Nifty involve getting the boy off first, so the
man can get him hooked and keep him interested, but what the fuck ever, I
had a load building up that I hadn't released in five or six days. There
was no reason for me to remove my dick from this kid's mouth before I
emptied my balls.

So I reached down and grabbed Noah's hand, moving it back up to the base of
my shaft. Right on cue, the little faggot started stroking me again. His
little hand barely wrapped all the way around my cock, and I'm sure it was
a different experience from rubbing his little thirteen year old boydick.

My hands were still on the back of his head, and I began rocking back and
forth, not pushing all the way forward into his throat, but making sure he
understood that he was getting his mouth fucked.

"That's it little fag, oh fuck Noah I'm gonna give you such a big present,"
I whispered. "Oh shit yeah little boy, keep sucking on that cock."

Before long I was there.

I held the emoboy's head in place firmly as I felt my cum start rushing up
my cock.

"Oh FUCK yeah little FAGGOT," I yelled. "Fucking TAKE this load!" And I
felt the first shot of cum erupt from the end of my cock, pressing right
against his tongue.

Instinctively Noah tried to pull back, but I wouldn't let him. "Swallow
this little fag," I said. "Swallow my sperm Noah. This is what you fucking
need -- ah!" I cried as another shot blasted out into the boy's mouth.

Noah tried to swallow like a champ, but the sheer volume of semen flooding
his mouth was too much for the inexperienced little cocksucker. I started
seeing little dribbles and spurts of thick white mancum out of the corner
of his mouth. In my lust, I pushed a little too hard into his throat as the
fourth shot burst out, and the boy choked, hard. A millisecond later I saw
my sperm shoot out the kid's nose, where it lay in two cummy streaks from
his nostrils down to his lips.

When I had finally finished draining my nuts into the middle schooler, I
finally withdrew. His lips made a wet little "pop" sound, as rivulets of
sperm that had collected around the edge of his mouth began running in. As
I pulled away I could see his lips and tongue were awash in semen, although
the natural born cocksucker was smart enough to quickly swallow that down
too.

Noah looked a little shellshocked, not saying anything, so I used that
moment to dip my cock against his upper lip, where the cum from his nose
had collected, and push it back into his mouth.

"Here, clean this up Noah," I said, and his tongue darted out and licked
the ejaculate off my dick. "That's it. A good cocksucking boy always cleans
off his man's cock afterwards."

"It still tastes weird," Noah said softly, and then after a beat: "You
almost choked me."

I chuckled. "Well, to be fair Noah, I think I did choke you," I said. "But
sometimes that happens. And you'll get used to the taste. Don't you ever
taste your own?"

"No, I thought it was...kinda gross. I still think it's kinda gross
actually," Noah said looking up at me.

"Well, you do a good job anyway," I said. "Here, you missed a little sperm
here," I pointed to the pubes around the base of my cock where some had
leaked. "Lick that up."

And of course the boy did.

I was tutoring Noah in being a good little faggot, and it was working.

***

I looked down over Noah's smooth body. His tummy was heaving, probably
trying to decide what to do with the first instance of semen draining into
it. But his boydick was hard and throbbing, as nervous as he was, and I
could see more than a little wetness gathered at the tip. I knew he was a
natural.

I shifted my body, sitting at his legs and then leaning over until my mouth
was on his pulsing prick. Without any preliminaries, I took his entire
member into my mouth, skinning the foreskin back as I tasted his young
precum and closed my lips around the base of his dick.

Noah gasped like I had just stabbed him in the gut.

"Oh oh oh oh!" he cried out, each syllable increasing in pitch until with
the last his immature teen voice cracked, and he let out a long sigh.

His hips began rabbit-speed humping my mouth, overwhelmed with the
sensation of the first orifice to ever enclose his boydick. I reached down
and toyed with his smooth boyballs, rubbing them gently as I let him fuck
my mouth. Then I ran my fingers down to his fuckhole, completely smooth and
clenched tight. I began teasing it with my fingertips, gently rubbing and
flicking the rosebud, and after a few moments I began working the tip of
one finger into Noah's virgin boypussy.

The kid lasted about 30 seconds. I mean come on, he was 13. How long did
you last back then?

"Mm-matt!" he yelled. "Maaatt, Matty! Oh!"

I heard several loud gasps followed by what only can be described as
mewling. Then quick a "Unh! Unh! Unh!" with each preceded by a puppydog
whine. Finally, letting a whoosh of air out of his lungs, Noah ejaculated.

He managed three or four jets, pretty good for a kid his age, and sweet as
ever -- only the barest tinge of muskiness. If I'd been able to see his
boyjizz, I'm sure it would have been nearly entirely clear, with just a few
sperm here and there yet getting released into his underage semen. In any
case, it was delicious, and I held it in my mouth and felt it against my
tongue.

His boyhole had gone wild on my finger when he came, throbbing and clamping
against my fingertip, which naturally got me thinking about what my penis
would feel like inside that little middle school cock massage. I was gonna
find out.

The boy was sprawled out on his bed, his limbs stretched wide, and I moved
up his body with my mouth still holding his boyish discharge.

When I pressed my lips to his for our first-ever kiss, I think he was
surprised, probably, that a man would want to kiss him. But I moved our
mouths together with my eyes open, and soon I saw his open wide as he felt
his spooge being leaked onto his tongue.

I kissed him hard, teaching him to French kiss by pushing my cum-coated
tongue into his mouth until he finally began sucking on it. Only when I was
sure he had slurped the entirety of his boygasm down his throat, following
the path my own sperm had traveled, did I finally break the kiss.

"Woah," he said, staring at me with flushed (and still a little spermy)
cheeks.

"Yeah," I said grinning. "Woah."

***

I rotated my body so that I was now lying on top of Noah, with my legs in
between his. Of course giving the kid a blowjob had gotten me horny again,
and my thick cock was dragging against the boy's smooth tummy.

It was time to take Noah's cherry. Of course, it had never really been up
for debate -- I knew I'd be fucking this boy. And with my first orgasm out
of the way, I could plow him good and long.

Using my knees, I forced Noah's thighs further apart, then I reached down
and lifted them up so his knees were against my chest. I felt my weeping
dickhead swipe across Noah's pucker, and he suddenly looked at me.

"What are you doing?" he said, with a little trepidation in his eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck you now Noah," I said simply.

"Um, well, uhhh...I-- I dunno if I'm really ready, uh, I mean--"

"You're plenty ready, Noah," I said. "And you need this. So just lay back
and take what I'm gonna give you."

Now, a lot of men will tell you that with a boy this age, or with any
cherryboy, you have to finger them for, I dunno, like two or three hours
first to loosen them up. That's bullshit. Boypussy is remarkably resilient,
and will stretch to accommodate quite a lot. If you have to keep a boy
quiet, or want to slide in without any resistance, then sure -- fingerbang
that boy as long as you want. But personally, I fuck boys because I like
tight boycunt, and considering what I had over Noah, there was no reason to
minimize my pleasure just to accommodate him.

So anyway, I pushed.

"No I mean--AHH--gah! Fuck! Nononono stop take it ouuuuut," he whimpered.

"Shut the fuck up, Noah," I said grinning. "You and I both know you want
this."

"No I don--" he gasped, as the head of my mancock popped through. I rested
for a moment while the boy whimpered. I could see his eyes were wet.

"Y-you're...you're r-raping me," Noah said.

"Fuck yes I'm raping you little faggot," I said, pressing another inch
inside his tight fuck chute. "But I know you need this dick even if you
don't realize it."

"P-please, stop Matt," he whined.

"Now Noah," I said, leaning down close to his face. "I saw what was on your
computer. I saw the gay porn." I sank another inch of adult cock into
Noah's kidcunt.

The boy's face, which had been flushed, suddenly drained of color.

"You and I both know your mom wouldn't be too happy to hear about that," I
said. "From me," I added, emphasizing it with a short push of my cock. Noah
gasped.

"So this is the deal, Noah," I said. "I don't tell your mom that you're a
little faggot who jerks off to men on his computer, which we both know
would probably mean she would throw you out of the house..." I trailed off
to let that sink in. Noah's eyes were wide.

"And in exchange, you give me access to your body, especially this
delicious little boypussy that I'm breaking in right now," I said, sliding
another inch inside as he whimpered.

"Deal?"

The seventh grader gaped at me, his lip quivering slightly.

"Um...well, oh--okay, uh...I guess," he said softly.

"Good boy," I said, smiling, and sank another inch into him. "Good little
faggot boy." I heard Noah whimper again, but I wasn't really looking at his
face anymore.

I reached up to Noah's skinny shoulders to give me leverage as I stuffed
the last bit of my mancock into his seventh grade boycunt. I could feel my
thick adult cock stretching open his tight fuckchute, and Noah was
breathing heavily as he struggled to accommodate my shaft. I could feel my
full, heavy balls resting against his smooth bottom.

I laid there a moment and relished in the buttery, hot tightness encasing
my dick, from balls to tip, in this slim middle school fag. There is
literally nothing better than feeling your cock inside boypussy. If you've
never done it, I highly recommend trying boypussy at least once.

I whispered in Noah's ear, "You're gonna remember this the rest of your
life Noah. This cock," I said, flexing my dick inside him as he gasped,
"the first time a man fucked you, used you like the bitch you are." I
pressed against his cushiony little ass, trying to get even deeper, hearing
my pubes crinkle against his smooth skin.

"Now wrap your legs around me," I said.

Noah didn't even hesitate. Some of you might be thinking he was hoping it
would make things go quicker. But I'd like to think the little gayboy
instinctually knew that this is what he needed.

I lifted my head up again so I could look at his face. He was flushed
again, his eyes were wet, but his mouth was open, forming a little "o" as
he stared at me. I withdrew my cock until just the tip was inside, feeling
the foreskin move forward inside him. I paused, letting the anticipation
build -- I could see it in his face.

Then I slammed forward, going balls deep in the underage boy before he
could even process it. I felt a whoosh of air leave Noah's lungs as I
pushed my weight into him, and his kidcunt clamped down, trying to expel
me. But I was much too strong for him.

He whimpered again. "It really hurts," he said.

"I know it does honey," I said, beginning to move a couple of inches of
cock in and out of him. "It's supposed to hurt. After all, you're getting
your cherry fucked away."

"M-my ch-cherry?" he said, his teeth nearly chattering from his
nervousness, and his whole body quivering as I thrust back and forth inside
him. "Wh-wh-what's that?"

"Your virginity, Noah," I said. I could feel him wrap his arms around my
back and clutch at me as I began pistoning more rapidly. "I'm fucking away
your virginity."

"O-ohhh," he said, followed by a few more whimpers as I drove my cock
deeper inside the kid.

"Sh-shouldn't y-you, uh, uh-m, u-use a c-condom?" Noah asked.

I chuckled. "Of course not," I said, marveling that he was thinking of his
sex ed classes in the middle of being raped. "You're a virgin, and I'm
going to breed your virgin boycunt with my mancum," I said.

With Noah's legs and arms around me, and my arms curled underneath him and
holding onto his shoulders, I was really possessing the 13 year old's
body. And right around the time I was thinking that, I noticed a distinct
hardness forming beneath my tummy.

I reached down, and sure enough: the little faggotboy was hard.

"See Noah?" I said. "I knew you'd like getting fucked."

He blushed, if possible, even more.

"W-well, it's j-just, uh..." he trailed off. "I dunno," he said, and turned
his head to the side.

Now, some of you might be saying, well Matt, lots of guys like having their
prostate massaged, and the action of your cock bumping against Noah's
prostate might have caused him to get an erection involuntarily, even if he
wasn't enjoying it.

But fuck that shit. This little emoboy was far too faggy to convince me
that after getting hard when I fondled him, and sucking me off, and looking
at gay porn, that my 34 year old dick shoved up inside his boypussy and his
throbbing little boyboner weren't related.

I turned his face back toward me. "I told you that you needed this Noah," I
said. I reached down and began stroking the seventh grader's four-inch
boycock. His foreskin was already wet from the precum I was pounding out of
him, and as I began moving it up and down he leaned into my neck and
moaned.

I continued fucking him, but pulled his head back.

"Look me in the eyes Noah," I said, and he did.

"You like this," I said. "Being fucked by a man. Having a man's cock shoved
up your tight little ass."

"I-I dunno," he said and blushed.

I reached down further and cupped his hairless little balls in my hand,
squeezing them gently, erotically. I could feel his boycock throb against
my wrist as I pressed my dick up inside him. Noah gasped.

"You do," I said. "You do like this Noah."

"Y--yeah," he said finally, exhaling. "Yeah," he added, almost whispering.

"You like being fucked," I said, running the head of my cock over where I
knew his prostate was. I saw his eyes go glassy as his body tried to
process the erotic sensations.

"Yes," he said, whimpering.

"Say it," I said. "Say you like getting fucked Noah."

He looked right at me. His cheeks were burning red.

"I-- shit. Uhh...I l-like, um...I l-like getting f-fucked," he finally spit
out. He was so shy, it was probably only the fourth or fifth time the 13
year old had ever even said a bad word.

"And what does that make you?" I asked, smiling sweetly.

He glared at me. He didn't want to say it. I moved my hand back up to the
shaft of his middle school boydick and rubbed his foreskin, then pressed my
cockhead against the spot I knew was his prostate.

"Noah, what does that make you?" I said again, still smiling.

He gritted his teeth. "A f--" he cut himself off, sighing.

"Say it Noah," I said.

"A f--unnh," he whimpered as I drove my cock deep inside him. "A faggot!"

"You're a faggot, aren't you Noah?"

"Y-yeah, I'm...I'm a faggot," he said, softly moaning as I began pounding
his little ass harder.

"You like being fucked?" I asked more loudly.

"Y-yeah," he said, his whole body rocking now from the force of my fucking.

"You like my thick fucking mancock inside your tight little boypussy?!" I
said, almost yelling.

"Y-yeahh, I like, I like your c-- your c-cock in my ass," the middle
schooler said.

"That's not what it's called Noah," I growled.

He sighed, then moaned as I slammed into him even harder. "I l-like your
cock in m-my, in my buh-, in my boypussy" he whimpered.

"Fuck YES you do little FAGGOT," I yelled. I was plowing him hard now,
ramming my dick full speed up his fuckhole. And every time I drove my cock
in deep, I could feel his tight boycunt expanding, being forced apart by my
thickness.

"You like feeling my 34 year old cock in your 13 year old boycunt, fag?" I
asked him, pounding hard.

"Y-yeah," he mustered.

"You like being used by a man? Huh Noah?"

"Yeah, y-yeah I d-- I do," he said softly.

"That's so fucking fucked up Noah, you're such a fucked up little fag," I
said.

"I know," he whimpered.

I was moving my hand on his boydick faster now, and as I pressed down
against his tummy and pressed up with my cock, I felt a bulge.

Holy shit, this kid was so fucking skinny I was bulging out his flat tummy
with my cock.

I withdrew and plunged inside again to make sure. Yep, I could feel it.

"Noah, put your hand here," I said, grabbing his hand and placing it on his
lower tummy.

I slammed into him and he gasped. I held myself in deep.

"Feel that?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"That's my adult penis, shoved up your underage rectum," I said. "Your body
is so fucking little it can't even handle the size of my cock."

"Whoa," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "Whoa."

I took his hand and grabbed his other one, then held them both above his
head, against the bed. His nearly smooth armpits were on display, and I'm
sure the boy felt completely exposed.

"I-I'm close," he said quietly. "C-can you um, keep--"

"Fuck no, Noah," I said. "You're gonna learn to have the cum fucked out of
you."

And I started slamming my body into the boy.

He whimpered, and started crying out again, but mostly in pleasure, I
think.

I leaned down and took a pale, immature pink nipple in my mouth, sucking
and nibbling on it as I kept plowing the kid's boyass.

Noah started whimpering again, but much more loudly this time, and I knew
his boygasm was imminent.

I pushed myself back up, continuing to hold his hands above his head, so I
could gaze on his body. His hairless balls were bouncing with every one of
my thrusts, but getting tighter, getting ready to release their adolescent
load. His kidcock was throbbing, the foreskin rolled entirely back, the
head wet and angry looking. His tummy and chest, devoid of any hair, were
heaving, and his wet right nipple glistened in the light. His pits were
ever so slightly damp, and his neck was flushed. His face was straight-up
sweaty, his black hair matted to his forehead and beads of sweat on his
upper lip.

His legs were still wrapped around me, heels locked together and digging
into my back. I could feel Noah pressing his soft ass against me each time
I plunged inside. The boy wanted it.

"Look at me Noah," I growled. "Look at me right in the face."

The boy did as he was told.

"I want you to try to keep your eyes open when you cum. Keep looking at me
the whole time."

"Oh-okay," Noah gasped. "I'll try."

I started doing short, hard little rabbit-fucks right against where his
prostate was. That was all it took.

Noah's face scrunched up, and I saw his eyes briefly close, but then he
remembered and they opened, with a lot of effort, heavy lidded, as the
boy's mouth opened wide and I could hear him sucking in air through his
nose.

Then Noah's back arched and his tummy rose up in the air, he slammed his
boypussy down against the base of my cock.

And moaned. Oh, how the little faggotboy moaned.

I watched his boydick throb, faster and faster, until finally he gasped
again and it began discharging its sweet, watery, underage essence. The
thirteen year old boy ejaculated nearly as high as his nipples on the first
try, and I drove my cock in hard to force his body to expel the boycum as
far as it could. I was rewarded as the second and third squirts nearly
reached the first, and while nearly clear in the way many young boys' semen
is, Noah was doing a good job drenching his midsection.

At that point the boy started dribbling, but his snug little ass had
clamped down on my mancock so hard when he came that there was no way I
could hold back any longer.

With my last ounce of effort I took my hands off of his. With one I swiped
across his chest, gathering up as much boyspooge as I could on my
fingers. I brought that hand up to his face and smeared Noah with his own
ejaculate. I curled my fingers into his open mouth.

"Suck on that faggot," I said, feeding Noah his boyish sperm.

Meanwhile my other hand had gone down to his hip, where I braced his body
as I slammed my cock deep inside him. Between my hand on his hip and my
other hand now closed around his chin, with my fingers in his mouth and my
thumb on his neck, I held the seventh grader still as I used him, used his
body as my own personal cum dumpster, drove my mancock deep inside until
finally, blissfully, I felt the head of my dick expand and my hairy adult
balls churn, and I exploded, the semen rocketing up my shaft and out, deep
inside, baptizing Noah's boypussy with mancum for the very first time.

"FUCK yes, fucking TAKE my adult sperm little FAGGOT boy, FUCK yeah Noah
little seventh-grade emoboy FAG," I yelled as I emptied my balls inside the
kid.

I began rocking my cock gently in and out as I rode the come-down from my
orgasm, I was counting seven, eight, nine spurts and now still dribbling,
still stuffed way up inside the thirteen year old's boycunt, fucking
amazing for a second cum but I could still feel the little fag's ass
milking my mancock as Noah accepted my load.

"I'm fucking marking you for life, Noah," I growled as I felt the last of
my cum leak out. We could both here loud, obscene squelching as his
boypussy overflowed with my semen and I kept trying to drive it back
in. "Seeding your tight little boycunt, marking you as my bitch, you're
never going to forget this load of cum, fag."

I collapsed down on top of Noah, wrapping his body in mine and feeling his
slippery chest, glazed with boyjuice and sweat, pressing against mine as I
held him tight, still inside him.

"Good boy," I said, kissing his neck. "Good little fag boy."

Noah nuzzled against me, and I knew my tutoring was complete. I was sure I
wouldn't be the last man inside this kid.

Afterwards, we cleaned up in the shower and I got to feel him up some
more. He was a cute, playful boy, shy with most people but uninhibited now
that I had exposed his deepest secrets. I had no doubt he'd be falling in
love with me; numerous boys had before.

I used Noah regularly for a couple of years after that, but nothing
compared to that first time when I broke him in.

Tutoring complete.

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