Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 07:08:07 -0500
From: Wesley Benson <gayporn4u@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tutor

				 The Tutor
				    by
			     Wesley P. Benson

	Frank glanced up at the clock, as he sifted over his planned
lesson, realizing he only had some twenty minutes before his next session.
Almost simultaneously he thought of the student he was preparing so hard
for, and shook his head giving a disparaging grunt.  Frank was a college
sponsored mentor for six of his peers, and worked hard to help each one to
advance and succeed.  Taking great pride in the fact that he had helped
each one to become a little better through his efforts, and justifiably so.

	  All, of course, but one.  No matter how hard he tried with this
one, nothing seemed to click. This poor soul was just not getting it.  And
there was almost no time left for him, the semester was coming quickly to
an end.  It had been a growing frustration for Frank all that year.  Sadly
his pupil was a nice enough guy, he just seemed to have no brain.  As Frank
drifted one last time over his notes, there was a knock at the door, and he
glanced again at the clock as his door opened.

	"Hey professor, " Steven announced leaning into the room as he
opened the door playfully, "your star pupil is downstairs." he chided with
a chuckle.

	"Stop it." Frank grinned.  "Is that nice?"  Steve had only recently
been taking up time with Frank.  Things between them were solidifying,
though nothing 'sexual' had happened yet.  Still it was only a matter of
time.

	"Hey are you done after this one?" Steven asked.

	"Yeah......"he answered, taking his time.  Careful not to show too
much interest in the unspoken proposal he knew was coming.

	"Think you'd like to go for a ride." he asked Frank hopefully.
"It's a fantastic day out there."  Frank just shrugged his head in a non
committal way, allowing more to be said in his coy smile.

	"OK," Steven said trying to be equally disinterested, "could be a
plan." and he again smiled, a bit more broadly now, "I'll send your buddy
up.", and closed the door again.  Sighing, Frank straighten up his desk a
bit and pulled another chair over to the desk.  A second or two later,
there was another knock at the door and his student quietly walked in.

	"Hi Chris." Frank announced looking up at him for only a moment as
he came in and closed the door behind himself.  Chris was on the track
team, and had a runners body.  Tight muscles, and a hairless very
aerodynamically shaped body, every line in place.  He was cute, and very
pleasant to look at.  Blond hair in a mushroom cut, parted in the center.
Blue eyes, a clean complexion, just the beginnings of mustache and a real
athletes tan.

	"Hey Frankie." Chris smiled.  He was very sexie in his smile.  And
it always stirred up feelings for Frank, but Chris was a jock, Frank knew
him as a typical straight dude.  So he always tucked any feelings that
might have 'come up' for Chris, far away in the back of his mind.  He
didn't want the kind of escapade one might have with a hot straight guy.
Just a few minutes in the quick, and down the road you go.  That wasn't for
Frank.  He wanted a relationship -- something of the old 'give and take'
bit.  Like what he might be able to make with Steven.  Still, Chris was
hot, and definitely a fine fantasy once and a while.

	"So, this is probably our last time at this Chris." Frank said
trying to be hopeful.

	"Yeah, I've really had that on my mind." Chris replied, and he
seemed be a bit pensive.

	"You nervous about the final on Thursday?" Frank asked feeling
empathetic towards him.  Remembering that his own studies hadn't all come
easily.  He knew what it was to be a student in trouble and felt bad for
Chris.

	"The final?" Chris asked as if Frank had mentioned something
unknown to him.

	"Yes, the final......." Frank grimaced.  "Your English final??" now
his patient understanding was turning to total dismay.

	"English...." Chris grinned looking away from Franks face to the
desk with its array of books and papers.  "Yeah, the final....it is
Thursday."

	"What.......what did you think I was...." and Frank was unable to
finish.  He was feeling as if all his work had been for nothing.

	"Errr.....I though....." Chris chuckled softly a bit, letting his
body fall back in the chair, "I thought you were talkin about this being
our last meeting."

	"Well, yes......" Frank said shaking his head.  "I mean that is why
you're here.  Right?"  They looked at each other then for a silent time and
in there eyes was a whirling tempest of emotions.  Then from deep inside
Chris's stare, Frank began to feel something different.  A strange sense of
something unknown, something not felt before.  Chris was knitting his
eyebrows and frowning in a sullen deepness.

	"Look, Frankie." he began speaking after the silence.  But his
words were caught momentarily on some jagged edge of cognitive reality deep
within.  The instant dumbfounded Frank, and so he too sat back in his chair
to be silent and here his student's pouring out.  "I know I should have
thought about this before........." and then he stopped again, heaving a
heavy sigh.

	"I was never really good with shit like this." he smiled still
looking deep into Frank's eyes as if expecting something.  "I'm not here to
learn about English Lit."

	"I don't understand Chris." Frank questioned.

	"Look, you guys.......well" and he began his explanation in ernest,
"you don't make any real big secret about.....well like.....who you are."

	"I'm lost now Chris." Frank blurted in frustration.  But he began
to sense something 'bad' in all of this, and began to tighten up a little.

	"OK......."Chris groaned at his inability to confront the 'demon'
in its moment.  Then in his own frustration he just spit out the words at
Frank, knowing that to just rush forward was the best way to deal with what
he had to say and do.  "You're Gay!"

	Frank got a little dizzy then and began to fear the fears only a
Gay guy fears.  When spoken by friends the term Chris used was good, when
you hear it on the six o'clock news it's mildly 'OK' but when spoken by a
straight jock just inches away from you, it's a little scarie.  And Frank
didn't know where this was all going.

	"I mean there's no big sign er nothin' " Chris continued, "but
everyone knows.  I mean......"

	"Wait Chris......maybe we should just stop this now." Frank
announced sternly and began to try and get up from his seat.

	"No....Frankie......PLEASE!" Chris stammered as he reached out a
laid hands on Frank to keep him in place.  "I took these
.......lessons.....to be near you!"  The words came like dark echoes into
Franks ears and mind.  "I let you tutor me cause I wanted to........to make
it with you." and as he spoke, his hold on Franks arm softened.  "You
couldn't see that?  You never felt it, deep down?"  But Frank couldn't
answer at that time even had he known how.

	"I like you." Chris choked.  "I like you a lot."  And for the first
time they looked at each other in a different way, a brand new light.  As
if the two had metamorphosed.  And when the stun slowly wore off Frank
found Chris was caressing his arm, and holding his other hand
affectionately.  "I want you."  Still unable to mouth words Frank slowly
began to grin though he was trying to actually smile, and sort of cocked
his head.

	Then, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an on coming car,
Frank watched in slow motion as Chris leaned over towards him and brought
their lips together.  It was a soft tender kiss at first, but there was
something hot -- searing hot -- welled up behind it.  And it was all about
to explode.  Frank hadn't closed his eyes at first, almost in distrust of
not only the moment, but his own senses.  But as the heat of Chris's pent
up overload washed over him, he began a slow, steady melt down.  A second
later Frank felt the intrusion of a tongue slipping past his lips and into
his mouth.  After that, it was all over.

	"Please.......Frankie.........."Chris whimpered through a flutter
of hot kisses, "Can you..........want me.....too?"

	"Uuummmmmm........."was Franks only response.

	"You always make me so hard." Chris gasped still kissing and now
pawing all over Franks willing body.  "Please Frankie......feel how hard!"
As he whispered his words of wonton desire, Frank too became inflamed and
the two were shifting and squirming in their individual chairs.

	"Feel how hard!!!" Chris said now in more of a groan.  "PLEASE
FRANKIE.......FEEL MEEEEEE!!!!!" and at that he slipped out of his own
chair and sort of got on top of Frank, who slid down on his own seat just
enough to allow Chris to straddle his body.  Instinctively Frank cupped the
two firms lobes of Chris's hot tight ass and squeezed at them.  Then came
the lust filled demand again somewhat softer then before.  "Feel how hard I
am." Chris smiled, and they stopped tonguing for a moment and the two
leered into each others eyes.  Frank couldn't help himself, slowly he
glided his hand over Chris's outer thigh and slid it between their writhing
bodies and found the rock hard protrusion Chris had warned him of.

	Now, Chris slowly raised himself off of Frank and leaning back was
able to rest his buns on the desk. His face full of smiles Chris spread his
legs and watched in delight as Frank, now in the full spirit of the moment,
ran one hand over Chris's throbbing cock through the fabric of his jeans,
while massaging his balls with the other.  Frank looked as if he had become
'sexually zombified ' and was just smiling as he stared at the massive
bulge, trying to imagine just what it would look like with out the jeans,
as he ran his hands over it.

	"Here," Chris chuckled childishly as he began to unfasten his jeans
and pull down the zipper.  "wanna meet Howard?".  Frank laughed looking up
at Chris's face for a moment.  "I've always called him Howard." As he
opened his jeans and slid them down slightly, Frank, using both hands,
grasped at the elastic band of Chris's Jockey shorts.  Slowly,
tantalizingly he pulled them downward, exposing the pulsing thick seven
inches and heavy laden sack.

	"Yep....." Chris chuckled once again, "that's Howard."  Unable to
resist temptation, Frank pulled Chris's balls over the elastic using them
to hold the underwear in place, and as he gazed at 'Howard' affectionately,
he wrapped both hands around the base of the shaft and slowly slid them
forward.

	"OH GOD!!" Christ gasped in a horsed whisper, "Please
Frankie......" and he grabbed Franks forearms with his hands stopping the
electric shock waves Frank had just sent up his tender, throbbing cock.
"Please!!" he whispered, pleading in torment as the two panted passionately
and peered into each others eyes.  His words melted Frank, and brought out
a strange male maternal-like instinct that beckoned at his hearts strings
making him 'desire internally' to help Chris.  And knowing what his student
needed just then, Frank parted his lips and began to cover Chris's dick
with his own hot, willing mouth.

	"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh............." Chris whimpered, and all at once
his body began to twitch, he grasped the desk with his hands then and tried
to hold himself up.

	Still using one hand to massage and tug tenderly at Chris's balls,
Frank began to bob his head slowly up and down on the still thickening
shaft as his soft, sucking lips worked marvelous magic on Chris's cock.
Frank had only done this three times before, but there is a sort of
natural, internal manual on the art of sex each of us possesses.  It
remains unknown until the time comes to use it, and then you find yourself
just doing it.  And Frank was doing it just fine.

	As Frank continued sucking on Chris's cock, Chris began to peel out
of his shirt and desperately tried to slip out of his no longer needed or
wanted jeans.  Grasping the idea, Frank helped him squiggle out of the
clothing and then together the two freed Frank as well, ending up naked on
the floor.  There they began a robust sixty nine-ing as they licked and
sucked each others cocks and balls.  Finally ending their trist in a sweaty
mass of exhausted, cum stained flesh.  They entwined themselves then and
for a long time lay there just enjoying the tenderness of their new found
love.

	"I was never able to be as open about my feelings for other guys."
Chris said after a long time.

	"You say that as if I wasn't your first." Frank returned with a
smile.

	"Well....." Chris chuckled as memories began to flood his brain for
a moment.  "there was one other time...."

	"Yes..." Frank laughed teasingly as the two caressed there on the
floor, "just one other time?"

	"Seriously......just one......" Chris begged, "...well one other
guy, anyway."

	"Oh yeah?" Frank said, with a kiss.

	"That was back in high school." Chris explained, "His name was
Jason, and he came on to me."

	"He was your first?" Frank questioned.

	"Yes, and until you my only one."  a different look came over
Chris's face for a moment then as he explained, "I always made on like I
was totally straight.  Even dated girls." then he laughed sheepishly, and
admitted "Never did anything......really."

	And with yet another amorous kiss he looked deeply into Frank's
eyes, and caressing his face and hair vowed, "I know what I want, and what
I need." he whispered.  "See I came after you!  From now on I want you, and
I don't care about anything else."  One last kiss then, and the lessons
were over.  A new semester would now begin.


				  The End

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