Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 15:11:17 -0400
From: A S <asgb42@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex Tutor: Chapter 1

      Disclaimer: This story is completely made up, and any references to
real life people are purely coincidental. It also contains sexual acts
between minors. If this kind of content is illegal for your age or the
place you live, stop reading now.
Enjoy!

      Chapter 1

      Thirteen year old Jonathan Wolfe sat in his hard desk chair staring
out the window. Cars whizzed by. Monday mornings never had much traffic, so
cars could actually pick up some speed. Not like the usual New York
traffic, or rush hour where cars sit bumper to bumper going nowhere. His
teacher was going on and on about the civil war, but Jonathan didn't really
car. North didn't want slaves, South did, what more needed to be discussed?
And so he sat, daydreaming about the same thing he (and every other boy his
age) always daydreamed about: sex. He knew he was more interested in boys
than girls, and he knew that that fact could get him in trouble around the
wrong people so he kept it hidden. His 5 inch dick pressed hard against his
jeans, luckily he wasn't wearing something like basketball shorts. Having
rich, absentee parents had it's advantages, like how he had an amazing
computer with no restrictions and no supervision. From that, he learned
some of the wonders two guys can have, and he used that to fuel his
fantasies. Right as his fantasy was getting good, he heard the loud ring of
the school bell. Finally, he thought, school was over! He packed up his
things and walked with a few friends back to his apartment building.
      Well, less of an apartment building and more of a hotel with a
penthouse suite that his father owned.  He walked into the big opulent
front room and was greeted by the front desk lady. He replied with a smile
and a wave, and made his way to the elevator. He pulled his key ring out
and put the fancy key his dad gave him into the keyhole. He turned the key
and the elevator went up. The doors opened to his nearly private domain. He
threw his backpack down and went to his room. He had a big king sized bed
and a huge bedroom. At one wall stood a floor to ceiling mirror. He
stripped off his school uniform and stood in front of the mirror to admire
his naked body. He was 5'6" and had started puberty a few years ago, and he
could already tell the difference it made. His grape sized balls hung low,
and his uncircumcised dick was 3 inches soft, but it quickly got hard
staring at himself, bringing his dick to 5 inches. He fondled his balls
lightly, then ran his fingers to the small patch of pubes that had started
growing at the base of his dick. His hands moved up to trace his tight
stomach. He didn't work out ever, but he had a high metabolism so he stayed
thin no matter what he ate. He then turned slightly to see his orb shaped
butt, and fondled that too. He spanked himself slightly, then giggled. He
walked out of his room to the kitchen. Practically everything in there was
chrome. Jonathan's dad was a fan of modern homes. He pulled out the carton
of milk and drank straight out of it. Just then, he heard the elevator door
open. He practically spit out the milk right then and there.
      "Hey, anybody home? Jonathan?" He heard a voice call. It was a man's
voice, but luckily not his dad's. He sighed, put the milk back in the
refrigerator, and pulled out one of the robes he hid just for an occasion
like this. It was thick and red and had his initials on the corner. He put
in on with a sigh and yelled "I'm cumming!" Then giggled quietly at the
joke. When he got to the living room, his heart nearly skipped a
beat. Before him stood the most beautiful guy he had ever seen. He must've
been Italian or something, because he had thick wavy black hair, tan skin,
and the features of a Greek god. He wore a school uniform just like
Jonathan's, and looked to be about 16 and 6'2".
      "Hey kid, I assume you're Jonathan." He asked in a voice like silk.
      Jonathan composed himself quickly, then replied, "Yeah, who the hell
are you and how the hell did you get in here?"
      "Jeez, kid! Language! How old are you, 12?"
      "13." Jonathan replied with a sneer.
      "Oh, my bad. Anyway, you're dad hired me as a bab...well, a sitter."
The man replied.
      "But I don't need a babysitter, I'm 13! I haven't had one since I was
9." Jonathan said as he folded his arms across his chest.
      "Yeah, I don't think he meant that sort of sitter. He told me you
were a smart kid, but you lacked street smarts. So, even though it's a bit
cliché, I'm here to teach you what schools don't. I'm Daren by the way."
      Jonathan looked away, trying to look disinterested. "Fine, but I
won't need you to tell me anything, I know enough already."
      "Oh do you? Well that's fine then, we'll just hang out. Nice robe by
the way, it looks good on you."
      "Thanks, perv. How long will you be here?"
      "24/7 until your dad says so."
      "What?! Why the hell do you have to stay here? How will I get alone
time with you all up in my business all the damn time?!"
      "Calm down, dude! If you have to know, I'm part of your dad's program
to shelter homeless youth. And you can get alone time whenever you want,
it's still your house, right?"
      Jonathan let out another sigh. "Fine. You hungry? The kitchen is
fully stocked. Go find something if you want."
      "Thanks dude." Daren said. He put his backpack down by the elevator
door and went to the kitchen. Jonathan threw himself into the black leather
couch and turned on the massive tv that lined one wall. However, he forgot
he left the porn channel up and sounds of male moaning filled the
room. Jonathan's eyes bulged and he jumped for the remote and changed it to
Comedy Central. Hopefully Daren didn't hear that, he thought. Meanwhile,
Daren laughed silently to himself as he peaked into the living room from
the kitchen. He walked into the living room with a PB&J on a plate to a
clearly turned on Jonathan.
      "Hey, kid. What's up?"
      "Nothing much, just watching Futurama."
      "Oh yeah? Because while I was in the kitchen I heard some interesting
noises that didn't seem like Futurama. Oh, and I can tell you're not
wearing any underwear under that robe." Daren said with a wink. As he
spoke, Jonathan's face grew more and more red, and at the last sentence he
let out a squeak and clamped a pillow over his crotch.
      "Damn it you asshole! I-" Jonathan yelled while averting his eyes.
      "Calm down kid, it happens to the best of us!"
      "Yeah, well, you didn't have to point it out."
      "Good point, sorry kid."
      "And it's not kid! It's Jonathan."
      "Fine, fine! But Jonathan is kind of a mouthful," he paused to
giggle, which caused Jonathan to blush again. "Mind if I call you John?"
      "Fine." Jonathan sulked. They watched TV in silence for a little
while, until Jonathan grew the balls to break the ice. "So, why were you
homeless? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
      Daren looked a little surprised, but answered, "Honestly? Because I'm
gay. My folks found out and they weren't too happy, so they kicked me
out. That was three years ago, when I was your age, and I've been living on
the streets ever since. Until today that is." He gave Jonathan a smile, but
noticed that he had a weird look on his face. "That's not a problem, is it,
John?"
      "What? Oh, no, it's just...I've never actually met a gay guy before."
      "Really? Damn, kid you are cloistered! Any questions? I mean, that is
what I'm here for."
      "Well, how did you find out you were gay?" Jonathan said, making
prolonged eye contact for the first time.
      "It just kinda happened, you know? Puberty came along, and while all
the guys were checkin out girls' boobs, I was checking out those guys'
asses." Daren replied with a laugh.
      "Did you tell anyone?"
      "Not at first. I was kinda scared, you know? I didn't really know how
people would react. But after a year, I came out to some close friends, had
my first boyfriend, had my first breakup, and then it was now."
      "Cool. Did you get any bad reactions?" Jonathan let the pillow fall
and leaned in closer.
      "Of course, it comes with the life. I had been into sports and
working out, so I was pretty buff which meant I didn't have to worry about
physical shit, but kids are mean and I got some flack. You know what I
think?"
      "What?" Jonathan leaned closer.
      "I think you're curious about me being gay. Wanna know why?"
      "Why?" He leaned closer. Their faces were inches apart now.
      "Because you're gay too." Daren gave Jonathan a quick kiss on the
cheek. Jonathan's face went blood red, and he leaned forward to plant a
kiss on Daren's lips. Shocked at first, Daren got into it fast. At first it
was just a kiss, but then Jonathan felt Daren's tongue poke his lips, and
Jonathan opened his mouth slightly. In his head, Jonathan saw fireworks as
Daren explored his mouth. Daren broke off after a few minutes of tongue
wrestling.
      Daren smiled down at his new friend. "I think you're tenting, kid."
He pointed at Jonathan's crotch, which had his dick standing at its 5
inches of glory. Jonathan's erection had pushed up his robe, and part of
his crotch was open to Daren's view. Jonathan looked at him, red faced
again. He grabbed Daren's hand and led him into Jonathan's bedroom.

      To be continued.
      If you have any feedback, you can email be at asgb42@gmail.com. If
you don't email me, how will I know you like it? Sorry that there aren't
any naughty bits in this chapter, exposition and all that, you
understand. However, next chapter will be much more exciting.