My Tuesdays With Mr. Brooks

I was never a very good student. I had a lot of difficulty paying attention in class. The subject matters rarely kept my interest. I always hated being made to go to school in the first place. Therefore, my grades usually suffered. Going back a couple of years is really when my marks in school started to become a real problem. In order to try and turn my grades around, my mom began lining up a series of tutors in various subjects. I had a couple of math tutors, a couple for science and another for english. Typically, my grades would improve just enough where I would barely make a passing grade and then move on to the next level. Although I had no interest in matters of academics, there was one topic that I was very much interested in. Sex. It had been a little over a year since I had first jerked off. And from that moment forward, I had found a new hobby that I very much enjoyed. It didn’t take long before I began to tire of the same old clichéd fantasies while masturbating and I began to explore my imagination a bit during my jerk off sessions. And one thing that I noticed pretty early on is that I liked thinking about random boys at my school. I would imagine us getting naked and kissing and maybe even some cock sucking. And this would get me really excited and I would usually orgasm very shortly afterward. Now, I was never comfortable thinking about my male friends in my fantasies because I would feel guilty about it and feel very uncomfortable around them the next day. So I took to looking out each day for a random boy that I would notice walking in the school hallway, and he would be the subject of my jerk off fantasies when I got home. I also began to get so into it while masturbating that I would strip naked and get on the floor and rub my asshole while rubbing my dick. This, of course, quickly led to me inserting my fingers inside my ass. I loved the feeling of my warm ass clinching around my fingers. Sometimes I would get three fingers in there and would make kind of a fucking motion with them as I was nearing climax. And when I did climax, it seemed that my cum would shoot out farther when I played with my ass, than when not. So this was a pretty exciting time period for me, sexually. I was just starting to sprout a few pubic hairs around my dick and I had also noticed that I was getting some dark hairs on my legs. But another consequence of starting puberty was that I would frequently get spontaneous erections, which could be pretty embarrassing in certain situations. There were times when I would not even be thinking about sex (which was kind of rare) and my cock would just start getting hard. And my dick was big enough (about 6 inches) that it could be very visible sometimes when this happened. Had my school offered a course in jerking off, I would have no doubt made all A’s. But, of course, I had to keep studying all of these subjects that I had no interest in. So it was around this time that my mom lined up a new math tutor for me. His name was Mr. Brooks, but he usually didn’t insist on such formalities and I pretty early on called him by his first name, Ken, short for Kenneth. I would go to his house every Tuesday and we would work on improving my math skills for one hour. He was actually a really good math tutor, because my math grades quickly began to improve. But I think one reason for his success with me was that I thought he was very handsome and kind of enjoyed being around him. In fact, I started to develop a crush on him. I began to actually look forward to our tutoring sessions every week. And, of course, he began to be the subject of my jerk off fantasies. It was a bit strange being around him at first after these fantasies began. But I began to get more and more comfortable with it as time went on. I don’t know if he sensed anything from me as far as my feelings for him. I tried to just act casual and not let on, but I may have smiled at him a certain way or acted a certain way that might have hinted at what was going on in my head. I did notice after several weeks of our tutoring sessions that he would sometimes put his hand on my shoulder while he was talking to me, or he might brush up against me as he walked by. I tried to think back to when he first began tutoring me and I was fairly certain that these were recent developments. Could he be flirting with me? Or was I overreacting? I wasn’t too sure but I liked to think that maybe he was sending me little signals that he might have feelings for me too. And a lot of the time when I would ponder these things, my dick would start getting hard. If I were at home, I would quickly rush into the bathroom and strip and rub my cock and play with my ass while thinking about Mr. Brooks. If I was in a place where I couldn’t pleasure myself, then I would just bottle it up only to release it later. One Tuesday afternoon my mom dropped me off at his house as usual for our one hour tutoring session. I sat down at his dining room table and he began to go over some math problems with me. He then walked up behind the chair I was sitting in. As he was explaining complex fractions to me, he put his hand on my shoulder as he had been doing seemingly more frequently lately. A consequence of this was that my dick started to get hard. And it is tucked in my pants in such a way that it starts hurting a little. And as any guy knows, when your dick gets hard but is at an odd angle in your pants, it can be somewhat painful unless it is adjusted properly. So I am a bit uncomfortable and need to reach down and move my dick and free it up a bit from its current awkward position. I quickly reach down and make the adjustment. And right after I do this, Mr. Brooks suddenly stops talking and his hand on my shoulder starts to make a kind of massaging motion. Then he says, “You know, we could skip the rest of the math lesson for today if you want.” I said, “What do you mean?” “Well, you like me don’t you? I sure do like it when you come over to my house.” he replied. He moved up real close behind me and started rubbing my shoulders with both of his hands. “I noticed that bulge in your pants and thought maybe you would like me to take care of that for you.” Oh my God! My heart starts pounding and my palms get sweaty. I’m trying hard to breathe normally. This can’t be happening! The man of my dreams, my fantasies and my desires for the past few weeks is making a move on me. And not only that, we will be alone in his house for the next fifty minutes until my mom comes back to pick me up. “So, what do you think? Should we skip the math lesson?” he asked. “Yes”, I heard myself say a little breathlessly. He takes me by the arm and encourages me to get up out of the chair. I turn around and look into his eyes as he leans forward and kisses my lips. I eagerly put my tongue inside his mouth even before he puts his in mine. Now we are kissing passionately, our tongues playfully dancing around one another. I reach out and pull him closer to me as he starts rubbing the bulge in my jeans. I caress his back and butt as we eagerly explore each other’s mouth. I feel as if I am floating on a cloud. He encourages me to sit up on the dining room table and then removes my shirt. This is so fucking fantastic, I am thinking as he reaches for my jeans and unbuttons them and unzips the zipper. And in one motion he reaches back and pulls my underwear and jeans off at the same time. And there it is, my rock hard cock suddenly free from its confines and sticking straight out towards him. He quickly lowers his head to my crotch and devours my dick. The very man my cock has been craving for a long time is now here, at this moment sucking on it. His mouth feels fantastic. I moan and grab the back of his head as he goes down on me. He sucks my cock and then starts sucking my balls and I feel him get tantalizingly close to my asshole. I kind of spread my legs more, trying to encourage him to go even lower. I quickly realize that I want this man more than anything else in the world right now. I want him to fuck me in my ass. He still has all of his clothes on for the moment, but I know exactly what I want. “Oh, fuck me.”, I say almost uncontrollably. He stops. Looks up and says, “Hmm? Did you say you want me to fuck you?” “Yes” “In your ass?” “Yes, yes”. He gets up and seems to ponder the situation for a moment, as if he is taking stock of what complications fucking my asshole might involve. I notice the slacks that he is wearing have a very large protrusion in the front. And I’m thinking, “There it is! The very thing I want inside me”, though veiled by his pants, but still very noticeable. He steps forward and kisses me and at the same time starts unbuttoning his shirt. I help him with the last few buttons and I brush his shirt over his shoulders and down off of him. I start rubbing my hands over his slightly hairy chest and abs, still kissing him and feeling like I am consumed with ecstasy. I excitedly reach for his pants and try to undo them, but he stops kissing me and undoes his pants and slips them off. Now Mr. Brooks is standing there in his briefs looking fantastic, but I could hardly wait for him to take them off. He reaches for his underwear and pulls them down and out pops an incredibly beautiful cock. It is perfectly proportioned with a tasty looking, swelled purplish cock head. I know that I want him inside me, but I suddenly have the urge to suck on it. It looks so delicious and my mouth aches to explore it. As if reading my mind he steps forward and motions for me to get down off the table. I lower myself from the table and get down on my knees and grab this man’s gorgeous, and engorged phallus and put it in my mouth. I start vigorously sucking his cock as if I had hungered for it all my life and now it is right there… all for me. He is moaning. “Oh yeah, suck it. Yes, suck it. Oh god yes.” His words are like music to my ears. I am actually pleasuring the man of my fantasies at this very moment. I am making him feel good. My tongue explores every contour of his long shaft. I eagerly swirl my tongue around his beautiful cock head, his cock is getting wet as my saliva coats his dick. My spit is dribbling down his shaft, onto his ball sack and is dripping down onto the wooden floor in stringy globs. I feel his body tense. Abruptly, he backs away from me and says, “Get on the table, I’ll be right back.” As he walks away his erect cock wags from side to side with each step as he disappears into another room. I back up to the dining room table and lift my ass up onto it. When he returns, he is holding a bottle of some sort. “We’re gonna need this.” he says and lays it on the table. We start kissing again and this time I am rubbing his naked back and naked buns and it feels great. Here we are, finally naked together kissing and rubbing and caressing and doing what I have been wanting to do for a long time. He gently pushes me back encouraging me to lie down on the table. I comply eagerly. He lifts my legs up and pulls my butt toward him and crouches down. He parts my ass cheeks with his hands and I can suddenly feel his hot breath near my asshole. Then I feel his warm moist tongue start to lick me. Circling my hole, dancing around it, tickling me with his hot tongue, making up and down motions followed by circling ones. He does this for a couple of minutes and when he pulls his tongue away he inserts his finger into my hole. Oh god, I’m thinking. His finger feels so good in me! Then he puts two fingers inside. In and out, in and out. Twirling them around and around. He suddenly gets up and reaches for the bottle and squirts some clear looking gel into his hand and then rubs it on his cock. Oh boy, here it is. This is what I’ve wanted for so long and it is about to really happen. I feel his cock head touch up against my asshole and then feel it gently push inside, disappearing into my ass. There is a little bit of uncomfortable pressure at first and I sort of wince a little but then I feel my rectum start to relax as he pushes more of himself inside me. Once all the way inside, he stops and waits for my muscles to relax a bit more and then starts to pull back out. I get the most wonderful sensation I have ever felt as he begins to pump me. He is holding my legs and moving his cock in and out. I begin to pinch my nipples and moan louder and louder. My body is writhing on the table, my hard cock is bouncing up and down with the motion. He starts pumping me more vigorously. An electrical buzz is shooting through my whole body. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good! This was way better than all of my jerk off sessions combined! “Oh, Ken. Fuck me, fuck me”, I say almost involuntarily. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my ass is the best fucking thing I have ever felt! I feel an increasing build up in my cock that suddenly becomes more powerful. Soon, my cock is shooting wave after wave of cum onto my chest and stomach. I hear Mr. Brooks begin to loudly exclaim that he too is about to cum. I get excited about the possibility that he might shoot his load inside me. I am increasingly certain with each of his thrusts that I want him to. He then abruptly pulls out and about two seconds later is squirting his cum on my stomach and cock. I reach down and start rubbing it all over my stomach and chest, somewhat disappointed that he didn’t cum inside me, but it gives me the opportunity to reach down and scoop some of his cum onto my fingers and put it in my mouth. His cum tastes a little bitter but mostly sweet. I swish it around in my mouth a bit, savoring its flavors before I swallow it. We are both now breathless. He is standing in front of me, his hands resting on my legs. I sit up and put my arms around him as a lover might do after intense, passionate love making, and say, “Oh Ken, that was great!” His body kind of tenses up and he backs away from me and says, “We better get cleaned up before your mom gets here.” “Come on, let’s get in the shower.” He adds. I follow him down a short hallway toward his bathroom. As I am walking just behind him, I am suddenly struck by how beautiful his ass looks. Nice rounded, perfectly shaped buns. The most perfect butt I think I had ever seen. After he enters the bathroom, he turns the water in the shower on and starts to heat it up. I am feeling really excited at the idea of Mr. Brooks and I taking a shower together. We step in the shower and he takes a bar of non-scented soap and lathers it up in his hands and rubs the lather over my stomach and cock and underneath my balls. I close my eyes and savor the feeling of his masculine hands on my body. “Turn around”, he says. I turn and the shower spray washes the lather from my stomach and cock. At the same time, he is rubbing soap on my back, getting lower and lower towards my ass. He rubs my buns, giving them little extra squeezes before soaping the inside of my butt crack. He goes all the way down my legs. I kind of feel his nose brushing up against my butt as he does. “Okay, turn around”, he repeats. I turn and the water begins to wash the soap off of my back and ass. I spread my cheeks wide so that the water will wash the soap out of my crack. But when I turn around, I looked down and noticed that his cock was semi erect. “Can I put soap on you now?” I ask, relishing the idea that I get to do what he just did to me. I am imagining rubbing soap on his beautiful butt when he says, “No, we’ve got to hurry.” “It won’t be long before your mom returns and we’ve got to get dressed and clean the place up and make it look like we’ve been studying this whole time.” “Make sure all of the soap is off of you and get out and grab a towel and be sure to get completely dry with it.” Feeling disappointed, I did a few circular motions under the spray of water, making sure to get all traces of the soap off and then I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel and thoroughly dried off as Mr. Brooks finished up. I walked into the dining room and looked at the clock. Eight minutes before my mom was supposed to pick me up. Mr. Brooks had been right to hurry me along. I was so caught up in a state of passion and excitement that I almost forgot about the fact that our time was limited. I was half dressed when Mr. Brooks came walking into the room totally nude, looking so sexy with his penis in a state of semi softness. “Obviously your mom or anyone else can’t know about what we just did, right?” he stated, disrupting my dreamy admiration of his nude body. “Oh yeah, I know. I wouldn’t ever say anything to anyone about it” I answered. “Good” he said and began putting his clothes back on. “And next time we are going to have to only study, we can’t do this all the time, understand? We might want to but really I am being paid to improve your math grades. But I thought maybe this one time we could have some fun together.” he said with a smile. I knew that he was right, but I still felt kind of sad when he said this. I kind of hoped we might do this every Tuesday from now on. But the more I thought about it, the more what he had just told me made sense. We straightened up the room a bit and made sure everything was in order with just a couple of minutes to spare. When the doorbell rang, he opened the door and my mom was standing there smiling. As I am walking out of the dining room, I looked down and saw the glob of my saliva on the wooden floor, in our haste to clean up, we had overlooked it. But it was a physical reminder that what we had just done was real. I smiled to myself as I walked past it and towards the front door…….. The next few Tuesdays with Mr. Brooks were mostly spent studying. Sometimes with about five minutes to go, he would bring up that special time we had together. Sometimes he would even embrace me from behind and stick his hand down my pants, feeling my cock, making it hard. But this would last only for a minute or so before he would back away from me with a smile on his face and shaking his head from side to side. After the school year ended I never saw Mr. Brooks again. As time went on I began to think about him less and less, focusing my attention on guys closer to my own age. A couple of years later my mom told me that Mr. Brooks got caught messing around with a young boy and had to serve some time in prison for it. This was shocking news to me. I had naively thought, and hoped that maybe our time together was special and something unique between only us. But no matter what, I choose to always remember those Tuesdays - and especially that one special time we had together - with fondness and nothing but happiness.