DOUBLE TUTOR
When I came back from my semester abroad, the campus looked the same and not the same at once. The buildings were familiar, the trees were yellow, the air already cold. But people had changed. Especially him.
He was the nerd who used to tutor me in maths before I left. Back then he was shy, soft, always hiding inside a hoodie. Now I almost walked past him. He was taller, broader, with thick arms stretching a tight tank top. He still wore glasses, but his smile was confident now. I was the basketball jock, yet standing beside him, I felt strangely smaller.
“Hey,” I said, sounding dumb. “You got… big.”
He laughed, a little shy but proud. “Yeah. Studying abroad. Gym a lot. Less pizza.”
I asked if he still tutored maths, because honestly numbers still hated me. He said yes. Half-joking, I asked if he could also tutor me in lifting weights. I expected a joke back, but he nodded seriously.
“I can,” he said. “But it costs more.”
I shrugged. “Deal.”
So we met often. Maths first, then gym. He corrected my posture, stood close, sometimes placing his hands on my arms or chest to show the right position. His touch was firm but careful. I told myself it was normal. Just training.
One month later, after a long workout, I asked how much I still owed him. He looked down, nervous.
“Not money,” he said quietly.
I laughed. “Then what?”
He swallowed. “I want to kiss you. And… take care of you. Just once.”
My mind froze. He was gay? And into me? I had always thought I was straight. I wanted to refuse, but curiosity and something warmer pulled me back.
“Just once,” I said. “That’s it.”
He stepped closer and kissed me softly. I stayed still, then slowly relaxed. His lips were gentle, almost careful, like he was afraid I would change my mind.
When he knelt, my breath caught. His hands were strong on my hips, steadying me. I felt the warmth of his mouth around my member, the slow, patient rhythm, the way he focused completely on me. It wasn’t rough or dirty. It felt… attentive. Like he was studying me the same way he studied equations.
I closed my eyes. I stopped thinking.
After, I didn’t feel ashamed. I felt calm. Grounded.
He looked up and asked, “Is this okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I think… we can keep tutoring.”
He smiled. “Both subjects?”
I smiled back.
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