Jenny's Tutor
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
18,543
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about sex between adults and minors, aged 6-17. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 10
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 10
"She likes me, Joel."
"I can see that, Marcus." Although the tutor couldn't figure out why his new student was attracted to a crude, horny boy five years older. There's just no explaining the chemistry of puppy love. He decided not to chastise the boy for arriving early.
Joel picked up the boy's jeans. "Don't worry, Joel. I'm being a good boy." As the lad kept jerking off, Joel took six Trojans out of one pocket "You see, I want to get my fuckin gold star, Teach." In another pocket, Joel found the black packet of a Lifestyles Tuxedo. "That's one of Dad's. I'm saving it."
"What for?"
"For Jenny," he snickered.
Joel shrugged, put the condoms back, and looked at Marcus's yellow book. "So, I see your Dad fucked you on Friday. Tell me about it."
Marcus's dick went limp. "Shit, Joel, don't ever make me do that again. It was awful. I don't see how the queers do it!"
"So it didn't turn you on at all?" Marcus insisted it hadn't. "You didn't get a hardon?"
"No fuckin way, Joel. Look at me. I can't even get it up now just thinking about it."
"Well, I think this was a good lesson for you, Marcus. How did Dad feel about it?"
"Shit, he was fuckin me like there's no tomorrow! I'm beginning to wonder if the guy's a closet bi."
"Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Well, Shit! I mean he's my fuckin Dad. Next thing you know, he'll be putting on Mom's bra and stuff."
"I doubt that, Marcus. But, don't worry, I won't ask you to bottom this week."
"Thank God!!" Marcus noticed Joel didn't rule out the possibility for the future.
"Now tell me about your other fucks this week." The kid's penis began to revive as he related his intercourse with two girls on his block, a teacher in his school, and a cousin who was home from college. Also, right after he got his ass plowed, he'd gone in to fuck his mother as if to prove there was still one stud left in the house. He assured Joel he used a condom all five times.
"OK, Marcus, this week, I want you to call one of your girl friends up for a date. You will take her to a nice restaurant, buy her dinner, then go to a movie, and then walk her home."
"That don't sound too hard, Joel."
"Well, it's not what you'll do. It's what you won't do that will make it hard."
"What's that?"
"You won't fuck her."
"Huh?"
"Nope, and you won't pet or hug or even kiss. No making out at all. You can hold her hand, that's all."
"Shit, Joel!! You're killing my reputation."
"Actually, I'm trying to improve it, Marcus. You'll see."
"Well, after I get her home, I'm going to race back and fuck my Mom then."
"As long as you use a condom, Marcus. Now, Marcus, stop masturbating."
"No, Joel, I'm almost there."
"I know, that's why I asked you to stop. Just hold it." Hamilton took out his stopwatch. "We're going to time how long you can hold it, Marcus." He watched as the poor lad struggled, grunting and contorting himself. He knew the boy felt like his balls were about to explode. Finally, the twelve-year old could wait no longer and the geyser erupted pouring his watery cum all over the bed and himself. "Hmm," the tutor said checking his watch, "fortytwo seconds." He threw Marcus a cum rag. "Your exercise for next week is to get that up to two minutes."
"Two whole fuckin minutes?" Joel nodded. "My nuts are gonna turn blue!!!"
"Two minutes. You'll look at your watch when you first feel it and then look again when you finally cum. Now when you're fucking someone, you don't need to time it, but I want you to try to hold it then also. Especially your mother."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 10
"She likes me, Joel."
"I can see that, Marcus." Although the tutor couldn't figure out why his new student was attracted to a crude, horny boy five years older. There's just no explaining the chemistry of puppy love. He decided not to chastise the boy for arriving early.
Joel picked up the boy's jeans. "Don't worry, Joel. I'm being a good boy." As the lad kept jerking off, Joel took six Trojans out of one pocket "You see, I want to get my fuckin gold star, Teach." In another pocket, Joel found the black packet of a Lifestyles Tuxedo. "That's one of Dad's. I'm saving it."
"What for?"
"For Jenny," he snickered.
Joel shrugged, put the condoms back, and looked at Marcus's yellow book. "So, I see your Dad fucked you on Friday. Tell me about it."
Marcus's dick went limp. "Shit, Joel, don't ever make me do that again. It was awful. I don't see how the queers do it!"
"So it didn't turn you on at all?" Marcus insisted it hadn't. "You didn't get a hardon?"
"No fuckin way, Joel. Look at me. I can't even get it up now just thinking about it."
"Well, I think this was a good lesson for you, Marcus. How did Dad feel about it?"
"Shit, he was fuckin me like there's no tomorrow! I'm beginning to wonder if the guy's a closet bi."
"Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Well, Shit! I mean he's my fuckin Dad. Next thing you know, he'll be putting on Mom's bra and stuff."
"I doubt that, Marcus. But, don't worry, I won't ask you to bottom this week."
"Thank God!!" Marcus noticed Joel didn't rule out the possibility for the future.
"Now tell me about your other fucks this week." The kid's penis began to revive as he related his intercourse with two girls on his block, a teacher in his school, and a cousin who was home from college. Also, right after he got his ass plowed, he'd gone in to fuck his mother as if to prove there was still one stud left in the house. He assured Joel he used a condom all five times.
"OK, Marcus, this week, I want you to call one of your girl friends up for a date. You will take her to a nice restaurant, buy her dinner, then go to a movie, and then walk her home."
"That don't sound too hard, Joel."
"Well, it's not what you'll do. It's what you won't do that will make it hard."
"What's that?"
"You won't fuck her."
"Huh?"
"Nope, and you won't pet or hug or even kiss. No making out at all. You can hold her hand, that's all."
"Shit, Joel!! You're killing my reputation."
"Actually, I'm trying to improve it, Marcus. You'll see."
"Well, after I get her home, I'm going to race back and fuck my Mom then."
"As long as you use a condom, Marcus. Now, Marcus, stop masturbating."
"No, Joel, I'm almost there."
"I know, that's why I asked you to stop. Just hold it." Hamilton took out his stopwatch. "We're going to time how long you can hold it, Marcus." He watched as the poor lad struggled, grunting and contorting himself. He knew the boy felt like his balls were about to explode. Finally, the twelve-year old could wait no longer and the geyser erupted pouring his watery cum all over the bed and himself. "Hmm," the tutor said checking his watch, "fortytwo seconds." He threw Marcus a cum rag. "Your exercise for next week is to get that up to two minutes."
"Two whole fuckin minutes?" Joel nodded. "My nuts are gonna turn blue!!!"
"Two minutes. You'll look at your watch when you first feel it and then look again when you finally cum. Now when you're fucking someone, you don't need to time it, but I want you to try to hold it then also. Especially your mother."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.