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“Yo, Sammy, wait up.”
I was still on cloud 9, my mind completely fogged over by what had just happened in the restroom not an hour before. It was all I could seem to think about, which was terrible in a way, since I’d walked out of my last class not having put one answer down on the test we’d taken. I really needed to clear my head or I wasn’t going to even make it to high school.
I stopped in my tracks at the sound of my name being called and turned around to see if I could find who was calling out to me. Some of my long blonde hair fell into my eyes at my sudden movement so I had to take a moment to bush that away. Then I saw someone heading my way and I honestly didn’t know what to make of it. I mean, I really didn’t have any friends to speak of, at least not male ones. So why was Peter North coming over to talk with me?
“Hey, Pete, what’s up?” I asked a little nervously.
Peter stepped right up to me, then gave me a shove with his elbow. “Come on, let’s walk and talk or we’ll be late for general math.” he said as he started down the hall. I was quick to follow. “Sammy, this is probably going to seem a little odd, but since you’re one of the smartest k**s in our class I was hoping I could talk you into helping me out with my math.”
I just looked up at his reddening face in totally shock. I think this was the first time Peter had ever spoken to me, period, and it was a request for help? Wow, what a fucking tool.
“Uh...”
“Yeah I know it’s a little sudden, but God damn it, Sammy, I’m fucking desperate here. I just can’t get my head around this stupid shit.”
If he was asking me for help then he definitely was desperate, so I gave it some thought as we walked into class. I usually use last period study hall to get all my homework done, but if I helped Peter out it would mean I’d have to take it all home to do. It only took me a couple seconds to think it over, and I’ll be perfectly honest here, my decision was made because Peter was just a straight up hunk. I’m not k**ding in the least. Not only was Pete our star athlete, he was also good looking and built like someone a couple years older than us. And really, if I was seen walking and talking with the school’s hero, then maybe the other boys would stop picking on me so much. It was worth a shot anyhow.
“Ok, I’ll give you last period.” I finally answered. “I’ll ask Mr Brooks if we can use the computer lab as a study area since no one is there last period.”
“Right on! Thanks Sammy.”
Peter jogged away from me then, and it was all I could do to not stare at his sweet form. People were watching after all and I didn’t want to ruin a good thing before it even got started, right?
***
I was still pretty preoccupied for the rest of the day, but not to the point where I was failing any more tests. When last period came, I waited by the study hall door for Peter to show up, and when he did, I gave him a timid nod and led the way to the room across the hall. I’d already gotten permission to use the Computer Lab for our study area, so we both walked right in and I shut the door behind us.
I knew while walking over to the chalkboard at the front of the room that Peter really was here for my help, but at the same time I didn’t think that should stop me from doing a little flirting with him. I mean, if he was an assman at all then I was fairly sure he wouldn’t mind staring at mine while I wrote down some problems up on the board. That seemed like a pretty harmless way to flirt with him.
And that’s just what I did for the next couple minutes. I wrote a few problems out on the board and made a conscious effort to keep my feet a little wider than shoulder width apart so my girly ass was on perfect display for Peter. Pretty sure my teasing paid off, too, because when I was done writing and turned around it was to find him sitting right there at the teachers desk only a couple feet away from me. I was also pretty damn sure he’d been playing with himself as well, but the hand he’d been using was now trying to nonchalantly cover his erection bulge.
Nice!
I looked right down at his aroused state, then made a point to smirk a bit before looking up into his embarrassed expression.
“Alright, come on up here and show me how you work through these problems.” I said.
Peter squirmed a little in his chair. “Um...”
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked with only a little grin.
“Uh, well, I could probably just tell you from here.”
I looked down at his aroused state again, knowing full well that he’d see me do it, and it made him adjust his hand and arm in an obvious attempt to cover himself.
Thinking I should cut him a little slack, I turned back to the board and took up my wide stance yet again. Then I looked back over my shoulder and said, “Ok, walk me through it, I’ll see if I can figure out what’s holding you up.”
He was quick to nod in agreement. As I crossed this out, or wrote down that, and basically did whatever he said to do from his spot right behind me, I could almost tell the moment he’d look away from the board and focus instead on my wiggling ass. He’d either stutter and stammer, or just go quiet for a few seconds, and it was all I could do during those times to not turn around in an attempt to catch him in the act.
And for the record Peter really sucked at math, even if I WAS distracting him.
“Good God, man, you’re all over the place with this stuff.” I said in exasperation. I had taken a step back to better view the board, and it wasn’t till I was shaking my head in dismay over his approach to the problems that I realized that I was practically sitting on Peter’s lap right now.
Forgetting about his lack of brain power for the moment, I instead focused on flirting with him some more. We only had about 30 more minutes after all. My plan of attack for this was to start talking him through the proper way to do the problems, and as I did so I reached back with my left hand to make it look like I was scratching my butt in the distracted sort of way people tend to do. Except, after a few seconds of scratching my lower left cheek, I took it one step further by letting my fingers work their way right inside my crack. As soon as I did this I heard Peter quietly gasp, or gulp, or something like that, and knew I was on the right track. If he’d been offended by what I was doing right in front of him then I was pretty sure he would’ve said something about it. Even so, I didn’t what to push it, so after a few seconds of really working my fingers around inside my girly butt, I pulled them back out and took a moment to smooth over any wrinkles I may have caused in my dress slacks. And I didn’t bother to do anything about the self-inflicted wedgy I’d just given myself either.
“So, did you get any of that?” I asked, still not bothering to turn around.
“Um, can you explain it to me one more time?” Peter asked, and I couldn’t help but notice the breathless way his voice sounded now.
I grinned hugely over this, but kept my satisfied smile to myself. “Peter, we only have about half an hour. Looking at the way you’re going about solving some of these problems I think it’s safe to say that we don’t have enough time for you to figure it out.”
I heard him sigh, then he was getting up and stepping up beside me. Folding his muscular arms over his big chest, he leaned back so he could kind of sit/lean back on the corner of the teacher’s desk. I didn’t bother to be sneaky about it when I looked over and dropped my gaze to his huge erection bulge. And it really was fucking huge, too! Holy smokes, it seemed Peter had the entire package when it came to sexual allure. Great face, smoking hot body, and now a boner that was obviously well above the average mark.
I think I may have stared a little too long, because he suddenly cleared his throat in nervously to get my attention.
I looked up and gave him a small smile of apology. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“Uh, yeah, I asked what you would suggest.” Peter stammered.
I looked right back down to his junk and immediately said, “My parents don’t get home from work till about 5. You could always come over to my place for a couple of hours of tutoring.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm hmm.” I said to his bulge.
“Wow, thanks Sammy.” then he took me totally by surprise when he gave me a quick slap on the ass. “You’re alright, you know that?”
I couldn’t stop the knowing smirk from showing up on my face when I raised my eyes back to his. “Did you just slap my ass?”
Peter avoided eye contact and gave a halfhearted shrug. “Yeah. Friends do that sometimes.”
“Oh, we’re friends now?” I asked.
“Well, you know, sort of, I guess.”
“Mmm, ok, but I have no intention of smacking your ass, Pete.”
He finally made eye contact again and snorted when he saw me grinning at him. “Yeah, that’s cool I guess. For the record, though, I’ll probably still smack yours.”
My grin got a whole lot bigger. “I’ll try to endure.”
***
After making it home after school and knowing that I only had about 15 minutes before Peter was due to show up, I quickly made my way to my bedroom and stripped out of my clothes and then rooted through the drawers for something appropriate to wear. What I finally decided on was a pair of stretchy, skin-tight white shorts and a frilly button-front top. Both items of clothing were meant for a girl, and because of how my body was shaped and my overall look, the shorts and shirt didn’t look out of place on me at all. In fact, I decided that I looked downright pretty when I checked myself out in my full-length mirror. Yes, I had a little junk-bulge showing in the front of my shorts, but it was so small that it could be overlooked and ignored if you chose to. That’s what I did anyhow.
When the doorbell rang a moment later I practically ran to the door to answer it. I found Peter standing there looking a little winded, and I got the impression that he rode his bike as fast as he could in getting over here. That made me tingle a little bit, I can tell you that! So did the look he gave me as soon as I’d opened the door. I think we both took a few seconds to appraise each others wardrobe, and I found that I really liked his choice of baggy black basketball shorts, because I could tell right away that he wasn’t wearing any underwear with them. I mean, the fabric of his shorts were so thin that I could clearly make out the outline of his dick with ease. Holy cow did I want to tackle him and gobble him up right now!
“Wow, you look really nice.” Peter suddenly said, totally breaking into my cock-gobbling fantasy.
I looked at his cock outline a little longer but smiled at the same time. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself. Come on in. We’ll get something to drink and then hit the books.”
I led the way to the kitchen knowing full well that he was following and no doubt r****g me with his eyes. At least I hoped he was. My butt was probably my best feature and if these tight-ass shorts weren’t showing it off then nothing would. I didn’t need to put any effort into making my hips sway back and forth, they just sort of did that all on their own. Yeah, I felt confident that he was getting a good show back there.
Going to the fridge and getting us a couple pops, I almost dropped his when I turned around to hand him it. That was because as soon as I was facing him I couldn’t help but notice the huge tent he was now sporting in those baggy shorts. He was positively red in the face as he took his pop because there was nothing at all he could’ve done to hide that big thing. Apparently he really DID like the show I’d put on a moment ago.
I gave him his pop as well as a small knowing smile, but made a point to not embarrass him further by gaping down at his arousal while we were looking at one another. No, the last thing I wanted to do was alienate him.
“Ok, lets hit my bedroom and I’ll get you started on some work.” I said, then took the lead out of the room.
Peter, following close behind me, cleared his throat. “Um, can I say something without you getting mad at me?”
I looked back over my shoulder as we continued down the hallway to my room. “Sure, go for it.”
“Well, it’s just, um… Do you realize that you look nothing like a guy at all?” he finally blurted out, his face red once more.
I smiled and turned away. “Mmm, yes, yes I do, Pete. Otherwise I’d probably not be wearing girl’s clothing right now.”
“Well ok, I’ll give you that one. Jesus… I mean, it’s just, I’m looking right at you right now and even though I know you’re a boy, I just can’t see any evidence of that anywhere.”
Entering my room, I turned back to him and gave him a little teasing grin. “I’m going to take that as a compliment, but don’t think that’s going to get you out of studying. We’ve got some work to do.
Peter, his big boner-bulge leading the way, sighed in defeat as he walked over and plopped down on my bed. I almost laughed at how ridiculous his big tent was making him look, but I managed to hold it in.
For the next 15 minutes or so, I busied myself with writing a bunch of problems out on some scrap paper while I laid on my stomach up on my bed. While I did this, I think Peter spent that whole time staring down at my girly butt from where he was sitting down right next to me. I couldn’t help thinking how odd this was. I mean, up until a few hours ago Peter had never once even talked to me. Now here he was sitting next to me, in my bedroom, most likely groping himself while staring holes in the back of my shorts. It was definitely a strange feeling, but there was no way I was going to complain about it.
Getting his problems finished, I slid the sheet of paper over and looked back to tell him to get started. I found him, much and I’d figured, sitting right next to my right hip and staring right down at my girly butt. He was also groping himself.
With a small grin I cleared my throat. “Peter, you’re up.”
Taking me a bit by surprise, Peter merely stopped groping and gaping, and just sort of stretched himself out on my bed right next to me, for all the world making it seem like everything was totally normal. Hell, we even worked on his stupid math for a solid 30 minutes before anything else of note happened between us. It was actually pretty damn nice to just act normal around another guy for a change. Of course, that bubble of calm we had going suddenly popped when he pushed himself up into a sitting position, gave my ass a firm slap, then stated he needed to use the restroom.
“Down the hall on the left.” I said while rubbing the sting out of my cheek.
As soon as he was out the door and out of sight, I went from rubbing my ass to working my shorts even deeper inside my crack, I mean really working them nice and deep, ya know?
When Peter came back into the room a couple minutes later, his manhood still looking like it was at half-mast the way it was bobbing around under those thin shorts of his, he took one look at my wide-spread legs, pretended to trip over something, then he was face-planting himself right against my butt.
I totally cracked up laughing.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was totally loving the sensation of him grinding his nose around in an attempt to get it nice and deep in my crack, but the performance he’d put on in getting it there was just too funny for me not laugh my ass off over.
“You ass!” I blurted between giggles. “I hope my butt smells. It would serve you right for being such a klutz.”
Peter was now helping himself to a couple handfuls of asscheek while he ground his nose around in my crack. “Damn it, it doesn’t smell at all.” He mumbled in complaint, then went right back to smelling me just to be sure.
I was looking at him from over my shoulder and was thoroughly loving what I was seeing. “Mmm, if I’d known you were into that sort of thing I would’ve made sure it was nice and dirty before you got here.”
“Oh man! That would’ve been awesome!” he groaned with passion, his hands really working my cheeks now. “Your ass is just so fucking hot it makes me want to smell it and eat it all day long.”
A shiver tore through me upon hearing that. I mean, the most popular guy in school just told me he wanted to smell and eat my ass. Seriously, could life get any better?
“Peter, you keep at it and you’re going to give yourself a big boner again.” I teased and bit my lower lip in a flirty way girls do.
At hearing this, Peter sprang to his feet to show off is huge tent. “Way ahead of you.” he stated proudly, bobbing his eyebrows up and down for good measure.
I immediately spun myself around on the bed until I was facing his giant boner-bulge head on. “Oh please tell me you’re about to pull your shorts down and show me just how hard you are right now.” I practically begged.
“Well...” he teased right back. “If I pull it out right now it will practically be right in your face. You sure you want me to do that?”
I was nodding way before he’d finished talking. “Uh huh. And Pete, if you happen to stumble again and accidentally shove your big cock inside my mouth, just remember that this was all my idea.”
Peter snickered a little over our playacting. Then he was pulling his shorts all the way down to his ankles. I don’t know what he did after that because all my attention was now focused solely on his gorgeous manhood. Jesus H Christ did he have a perfect cock! It was big, sure, but not so much as to be TOO big, ya know? I knew right away that it would feel wonderful no matter what hole he was pushing it into. And I proved this to be true when I opened my mouth in an obvious invitation, and he obliged by easing it right inside.
As soon as the head first touched my wet lips I shut my eyes and basked in the sensation of it sliding on in, going deeper and deeper until it was pressing firmly against the back of my throat. Heaven. The feeling of that beautiful thing inside my mouth was just straight up Heaven. God how I loved having a cock in my mouth!
“Oh Jesus, Sammy.” Peter groaned above me. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this since the beginning of the year.”
For about 30 seconds or so I let him slowly face fuck me, then I took over by reaching up and pulling him out of my mouth with an audible pop. I didn’t do anything at all about the abundant amount of slobber dripping off my chin.
I smacked his fat cock up against the side of my face a few times while looking right up into his eyes. Then I sucked it some more. After a few slurping bobs up and down on it, I popped it back out and said, “Well, whenever you want to come over for another private study session, just say the word.” I smacked my face again. “If this is how you’re planning on paying me back for my time, then I’m all for it.”
His chest was heaving as he watched me go back to sucking him off with skills that were equal to any 20 year old woman who actually enjoyed sucking cock. I think that was part of what it took to be a good cock sucker; If you didn’t like to do it to begin with than you’d likely to be terrible at it. I felt confident I was sucking him off like a pro because I really REALLY liked sucking cock.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Peter suddenly panted. “Sammy, I’m going to fucking cum!”
As a reply I merely stopped blowing him and went right into jerking him off with speed. I kept his bloated head in my mouth, though, because there was no way in Hell I was going miss out on drinking this guy’s juice down. Fuck that!
“Oh shit! Here it comes!”
He hadn’t been lying either. His big, beautiful cock was absolutely alive in my hand as he started to pump out large amounts of cum inside my waiting mouth. Holy crap was he pumping out some cum. too! I quickly found myself hard pressed to keep up with the flood as I swallowed and swallowed his juice down. And what a taste! Oh my God this guy was delicious! I pumped and sucked for all I was worth in attempt to get just as much yummy cum as I could from him. And I got a lot, too, but finally it came to an end, and even so I still kept right on slowly sucking and jerking simply because it felt so good having him in me.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sammy.” Peter panted and trembled. “That was some serious fucking head you just gave.”
The lower part of my face was a fucking slobbery, cum-drenched mess, but I didn’t care. I let his softening cock drop from my mouth all on its own, then grinned up into his shocked expression as I swallowed down what cum remained in my mouth. “And just as a reminder, if you wish to repay me for my lessons this way in the future, then by all means, please do.”
At that we grinned at one another, and I think we were both pretty sure that these private study sessions were going to become a frequent thing from here on out. At least I hoped they were.
I was still on cloud 9, my mind completely fogged over by what had just happened in the restroom not an hour before. It was all I could seem to think about, which was terrible in a way, since I’d walked out of my last class not having put one answer down on the test we’d taken. I really needed to clear my head or I wasn’t going to even make it to high school.
I stopped in my tracks at the sound of my name being called and turned around to see if I could find who was calling out to me. Some of my long blonde hair fell into my eyes at my sudden movement so I had to take a moment to bush that away. Then I saw someone heading my way and I honestly didn’t know what to make of it. I mean, I really didn’t have any friends to speak of, at least not male ones. So why was Peter North coming over to talk with me?
“Hey, Pete, what’s up?” I asked a little nervously.
Peter stepped right up to me, then gave me a shove with his elbow. “Come on, let’s walk and talk or we’ll be late for general math.” he said as he started down the hall. I was quick to follow. “Sammy, this is probably going to seem a little odd, but since you’re one of the smartest k**s in our class I was hoping I could talk you into helping me out with my math.”
I just looked up at his reddening face in totally shock. I think this was the first time Peter had ever spoken to me, period, and it was a request for help? Wow, what a fucking tool.
“Uh...”
“Yeah I know it’s a little sudden, but God damn it, Sammy, I’m fucking desperate here. I just can’t get my head around this stupid shit.”
If he was asking me for help then he definitely was desperate, so I gave it some thought as we walked into class. I usually use last period study hall to get all my homework done, but if I helped Peter out it would mean I’d have to take it all home to do. It only took me a couple seconds to think it over, and I’ll be perfectly honest here, my decision was made because Peter was just a straight up hunk. I’m not k**ding in the least. Not only was Pete our star athlete, he was also good looking and built like someone a couple years older than us. And really, if I was seen walking and talking with the school’s hero, then maybe the other boys would stop picking on me so much. It was worth a shot anyhow.
“Ok, I’ll give you last period.” I finally answered. “I’ll ask Mr Brooks if we can use the computer lab as a study area since no one is there last period.”
“Right on! Thanks Sammy.”
Peter jogged away from me then, and it was all I could do to not stare at his sweet form. People were watching after all and I didn’t want to ruin a good thing before it even got started, right?
***
I was still pretty preoccupied for the rest of the day, but not to the point where I was failing any more tests. When last period came, I waited by the study hall door for Peter to show up, and when he did, I gave him a timid nod and led the way to the room across the hall. I’d already gotten permission to use the Computer Lab for our study area, so we both walked right in and I shut the door behind us.
I knew while walking over to the chalkboard at the front of the room that Peter really was here for my help, but at the same time I didn’t think that should stop me from doing a little flirting with him. I mean, if he was an assman at all then I was fairly sure he wouldn’t mind staring at mine while I wrote down some problems up on the board. That seemed like a pretty harmless way to flirt with him.
And that’s just what I did for the next couple minutes. I wrote a few problems out on the board and made a conscious effort to keep my feet a little wider than shoulder width apart so my girly ass was on perfect display for Peter. Pretty sure my teasing paid off, too, because when I was done writing and turned around it was to find him sitting right there at the teachers desk only a couple feet away from me. I was also pretty damn sure he’d been playing with himself as well, but the hand he’d been using was now trying to nonchalantly cover his erection bulge.
Nice!
I looked right down at his aroused state, then made a point to smirk a bit before looking up into his embarrassed expression.
“Alright, come on up here and show me how you work through these problems.” I said.
Peter squirmed a little in his chair. “Um...”
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked with only a little grin.
“Uh, well, I could probably just tell you from here.”
I looked down at his aroused state again, knowing full well that he’d see me do it, and it made him adjust his hand and arm in an obvious attempt to cover himself.
Thinking I should cut him a little slack, I turned back to the board and took up my wide stance yet again. Then I looked back over my shoulder and said, “Ok, walk me through it, I’ll see if I can figure out what’s holding you up.”
He was quick to nod in agreement. As I crossed this out, or wrote down that, and basically did whatever he said to do from his spot right behind me, I could almost tell the moment he’d look away from the board and focus instead on my wiggling ass. He’d either stutter and stammer, or just go quiet for a few seconds, and it was all I could do during those times to not turn around in an attempt to catch him in the act.
And for the record Peter really sucked at math, even if I WAS distracting him.
“Good God, man, you’re all over the place with this stuff.” I said in exasperation. I had taken a step back to better view the board, and it wasn’t till I was shaking my head in dismay over his approach to the problems that I realized that I was practically sitting on Peter’s lap right now.
Forgetting about his lack of brain power for the moment, I instead focused on flirting with him some more. We only had about 30 more minutes after all. My plan of attack for this was to start talking him through the proper way to do the problems, and as I did so I reached back with my left hand to make it look like I was scratching my butt in the distracted sort of way people tend to do. Except, after a few seconds of scratching my lower left cheek, I took it one step further by letting my fingers work their way right inside my crack. As soon as I did this I heard Peter quietly gasp, or gulp, or something like that, and knew I was on the right track. If he’d been offended by what I was doing right in front of him then I was pretty sure he would’ve said something about it. Even so, I didn’t what to push it, so after a few seconds of really working my fingers around inside my girly butt, I pulled them back out and took a moment to smooth over any wrinkles I may have caused in my dress slacks. And I didn’t bother to do anything about the self-inflicted wedgy I’d just given myself either.
“So, did you get any of that?” I asked, still not bothering to turn around.
“Um, can you explain it to me one more time?” Peter asked, and I couldn’t help but notice the breathless way his voice sounded now.
I grinned hugely over this, but kept my satisfied smile to myself. “Peter, we only have about half an hour. Looking at the way you’re going about solving some of these problems I think it’s safe to say that we don’t have enough time for you to figure it out.”
I heard him sigh, then he was getting up and stepping up beside me. Folding his muscular arms over his big chest, he leaned back so he could kind of sit/lean back on the corner of the teacher’s desk. I didn’t bother to be sneaky about it when I looked over and dropped my gaze to his huge erection bulge. And it really was fucking huge, too! Holy smokes, it seemed Peter had the entire package when it came to sexual allure. Great face, smoking hot body, and now a boner that was obviously well above the average mark.
I think I may have stared a little too long, because he suddenly cleared his throat in nervously to get my attention.
I looked up and gave him a small smile of apology. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“Uh, yeah, I asked what you would suggest.” Peter stammered.
I looked right back down to his junk and immediately said, “My parents don’t get home from work till about 5. You could always come over to my place for a couple of hours of tutoring.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm hmm.” I said to his bulge.
“Wow, thanks Sammy.” then he took me totally by surprise when he gave me a quick slap on the ass. “You’re alright, you know that?”
I couldn’t stop the knowing smirk from showing up on my face when I raised my eyes back to his. “Did you just slap my ass?”
Peter avoided eye contact and gave a halfhearted shrug. “Yeah. Friends do that sometimes.”
“Oh, we’re friends now?” I asked.
“Well, you know, sort of, I guess.”
“Mmm, ok, but I have no intention of smacking your ass, Pete.”
He finally made eye contact again and snorted when he saw me grinning at him. “Yeah, that’s cool I guess. For the record, though, I’ll probably still smack yours.”
My grin got a whole lot bigger. “I’ll try to endure.”
***
After making it home after school and knowing that I only had about 15 minutes before Peter was due to show up, I quickly made my way to my bedroom and stripped out of my clothes and then rooted through the drawers for something appropriate to wear. What I finally decided on was a pair of stretchy, skin-tight white shorts and a frilly button-front top. Both items of clothing were meant for a girl, and because of how my body was shaped and my overall look, the shorts and shirt didn’t look out of place on me at all. In fact, I decided that I looked downright pretty when I checked myself out in my full-length mirror. Yes, I had a little junk-bulge showing in the front of my shorts, but it was so small that it could be overlooked and ignored if you chose to. That’s what I did anyhow.
When the doorbell rang a moment later I practically ran to the door to answer it. I found Peter standing there looking a little winded, and I got the impression that he rode his bike as fast as he could in getting over here. That made me tingle a little bit, I can tell you that! So did the look he gave me as soon as I’d opened the door. I think we both took a few seconds to appraise each others wardrobe, and I found that I really liked his choice of baggy black basketball shorts, because I could tell right away that he wasn’t wearing any underwear with them. I mean, the fabric of his shorts were so thin that I could clearly make out the outline of his dick with ease. Holy cow did I want to tackle him and gobble him up right now!
“Wow, you look really nice.” Peter suddenly said, totally breaking into my cock-gobbling fantasy.
I looked at his cock outline a little longer but smiled at the same time. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself. Come on in. We’ll get something to drink and then hit the books.”
I led the way to the kitchen knowing full well that he was following and no doubt r****g me with his eyes. At least I hoped he was. My butt was probably my best feature and if these tight-ass shorts weren’t showing it off then nothing would. I didn’t need to put any effort into making my hips sway back and forth, they just sort of did that all on their own. Yeah, I felt confident that he was getting a good show back there.
Going to the fridge and getting us a couple pops, I almost dropped his when I turned around to hand him it. That was because as soon as I was facing him I couldn’t help but notice the huge tent he was now sporting in those baggy shorts. He was positively red in the face as he took his pop because there was nothing at all he could’ve done to hide that big thing. Apparently he really DID like the show I’d put on a moment ago.
I gave him his pop as well as a small knowing smile, but made a point to not embarrass him further by gaping down at his arousal while we were looking at one another. No, the last thing I wanted to do was alienate him.
“Ok, lets hit my bedroom and I’ll get you started on some work.” I said, then took the lead out of the room.
Peter, following close behind me, cleared his throat. “Um, can I say something without you getting mad at me?”
I looked back over my shoulder as we continued down the hallway to my room. “Sure, go for it.”
“Well, it’s just, um… Do you realize that you look nothing like a guy at all?” he finally blurted out, his face red once more.
I smiled and turned away. “Mmm, yes, yes I do, Pete. Otherwise I’d probably not be wearing girl’s clothing right now.”
“Well ok, I’ll give you that one. Jesus… I mean, it’s just, I’m looking right at you right now and even though I know you’re a boy, I just can’t see any evidence of that anywhere.”
Entering my room, I turned back to him and gave him a little teasing grin. “I’m going to take that as a compliment, but don’t think that’s going to get you out of studying. We’ve got some work to do.
Peter, his big boner-bulge leading the way, sighed in defeat as he walked over and plopped down on my bed. I almost laughed at how ridiculous his big tent was making him look, but I managed to hold it in.
For the next 15 minutes or so, I busied myself with writing a bunch of problems out on some scrap paper while I laid on my stomach up on my bed. While I did this, I think Peter spent that whole time staring down at my girly butt from where he was sitting down right next to me. I couldn’t help thinking how odd this was. I mean, up until a few hours ago Peter had never once even talked to me. Now here he was sitting next to me, in my bedroom, most likely groping himself while staring holes in the back of my shorts. It was definitely a strange feeling, but there was no way I was going to complain about it.
Getting his problems finished, I slid the sheet of paper over and looked back to tell him to get started. I found him, much and I’d figured, sitting right next to my right hip and staring right down at my girly butt. He was also groping himself.
With a small grin I cleared my throat. “Peter, you’re up.”
Taking me a bit by surprise, Peter merely stopped groping and gaping, and just sort of stretched himself out on my bed right next to me, for all the world making it seem like everything was totally normal. Hell, we even worked on his stupid math for a solid 30 minutes before anything else of note happened between us. It was actually pretty damn nice to just act normal around another guy for a change. Of course, that bubble of calm we had going suddenly popped when he pushed himself up into a sitting position, gave my ass a firm slap, then stated he needed to use the restroom.
“Down the hall on the left.” I said while rubbing the sting out of my cheek.
As soon as he was out the door and out of sight, I went from rubbing my ass to working my shorts even deeper inside my crack, I mean really working them nice and deep, ya know?
When Peter came back into the room a couple minutes later, his manhood still looking like it was at half-mast the way it was bobbing around under those thin shorts of his, he took one look at my wide-spread legs, pretended to trip over something, then he was face-planting himself right against my butt.
I totally cracked up laughing.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was totally loving the sensation of him grinding his nose around in an attempt to get it nice and deep in my crack, but the performance he’d put on in getting it there was just too funny for me not laugh my ass off over.
“You ass!” I blurted between giggles. “I hope my butt smells. It would serve you right for being such a klutz.”
Peter was now helping himself to a couple handfuls of asscheek while he ground his nose around in my crack. “Damn it, it doesn’t smell at all.” He mumbled in complaint, then went right back to smelling me just to be sure.
I was looking at him from over my shoulder and was thoroughly loving what I was seeing. “Mmm, if I’d known you were into that sort of thing I would’ve made sure it was nice and dirty before you got here.”
“Oh man! That would’ve been awesome!” he groaned with passion, his hands really working my cheeks now. “Your ass is just so fucking hot it makes me want to smell it and eat it all day long.”
A shiver tore through me upon hearing that. I mean, the most popular guy in school just told me he wanted to smell and eat my ass. Seriously, could life get any better?
“Peter, you keep at it and you’re going to give yourself a big boner again.” I teased and bit my lower lip in a flirty way girls do.
At hearing this, Peter sprang to his feet to show off is huge tent. “Way ahead of you.” he stated proudly, bobbing his eyebrows up and down for good measure.
I immediately spun myself around on the bed until I was facing his giant boner-bulge head on. “Oh please tell me you’re about to pull your shorts down and show me just how hard you are right now.” I practically begged.
“Well...” he teased right back. “If I pull it out right now it will practically be right in your face. You sure you want me to do that?”
I was nodding way before he’d finished talking. “Uh huh. And Pete, if you happen to stumble again and accidentally shove your big cock inside my mouth, just remember that this was all my idea.”
Peter snickered a little over our playacting. Then he was pulling his shorts all the way down to his ankles. I don’t know what he did after that because all my attention was now focused solely on his gorgeous manhood. Jesus H Christ did he have a perfect cock! It was big, sure, but not so much as to be TOO big, ya know? I knew right away that it would feel wonderful no matter what hole he was pushing it into. And I proved this to be true when I opened my mouth in an obvious invitation, and he obliged by easing it right inside.
As soon as the head first touched my wet lips I shut my eyes and basked in the sensation of it sliding on in, going deeper and deeper until it was pressing firmly against the back of my throat. Heaven. The feeling of that beautiful thing inside my mouth was just straight up Heaven. God how I loved having a cock in my mouth!
“Oh Jesus, Sammy.” Peter groaned above me. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this since the beginning of the year.”
For about 30 seconds or so I let him slowly face fuck me, then I took over by reaching up and pulling him out of my mouth with an audible pop. I didn’t do anything at all about the abundant amount of slobber dripping off my chin.
I smacked his fat cock up against the side of my face a few times while looking right up into his eyes. Then I sucked it some more. After a few slurping bobs up and down on it, I popped it back out and said, “Well, whenever you want to come over for another private study session, just say the word.” I smacked my face again. “If this is how you’re planning on paying me back for my time, then I’m all for it.”
His chest was heaving as he watched me go back to sucking him off with skills that were equal to any 20 year old woman who actually enjoyed sucking cock. I think that was part of what it took to be a good cock sucker; If you didn’t like to do it to begin with than you’d likely to be terrible at it. I felt confident I was sucking him off like a pro because I really REALLY liked sucking cock.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Peter suddenly panted. “Sammy, I’m going to fucking cum!”
As a reply I merely stopped blowing him and went right into jerking him off with speed. I kept his bloated head in my mouth, though, because there was no way in Hell I was going miss out on drinking this guy’s juice down. Fuck that!
“Oh shit! Here it comes!”
He hadn’t been lying either. His big, beautiful cock was absolutely alive in my hand as he started to pump out large amounts of cum inside my waiting mouth. Holy crap was he pumping out some cum. too! I quickly found myself hard pressed to keep up with the flood as I swallowed and swallowed his juice down. And what a taste! Oh my God this guy was delicious! I pumped and sucked for all I was worth in attempt to get just as much yummy cum as I could from him. And I got a lot, too, but finally it came to an end, and even so I still kept right on slowly sucking and jerking simply because it felt so good having him in me.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sammy.” Peter panted and trembled. “That was some serious fucking head you just gave.”
The lower part of my face was a fucking slobbery, cum-drenched mess, but I didn’t care. I let his softening cock drop from my mouth all on its own, then grinned up into his shocked expression as I swallowed down what cum remained in my mouth. “And just as a reminder, if you wish to repay me for my lessons this way in the future, then by all means, please do.”
At that we grinned at one another, and I think we were both pretty sure that these private study sessions were going to become a frequent thing from here on out. At least I hoped they were.
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