Gay tutor story of a wild man with teacher

Gay tutor story: I started learning typewriting while I was in the 10th standard. On the other side of my road lived Matthew, a Malayali who was around 22, and I was 18.

I liked him because he was too cute, with a 6-foot height, 70 kgs, pinkish skin colour, curly hair, well-trimmed mustache, beautiful white teeth, lovely smile with reddish lips, lots of hair on his chest, hands.

But a chain smoker. He will oblige for anything if one promises him at least 1 cigarette. Very good at typing and would mostly bunk classes. He was too good at telling lies that anyone would believe him blindly. We used to meet for the same period that starts at 8.30 pm and ends at 9.30 pm.

To meet him, I would go to the Typing Institute as early as 7.45 pm Matthew would come there and sit in the park opposite the Institute and smoke. He would try to put the cigarette in my mouth and tell me to learn to smoke.

I would push him and press his lower lips with my right thumb and middle finger, and he would scream, saying “Oh no please, it pains him a lot”.

That was our friendship. Little did I realise at that age that he was enjoying everything I did to him, like holding his strong arms, massaging his solid, rock-hard thighs, and would say, “Not here. Not here, some may see. Later, later”.

Even then, I was like a tube light, never getting what he intended to tell me. But as I dying to touch his cock, I would keep on trying in the pretext of massaging his stiff and strong thighs in the park and at time go near his cock, but he would say “Hey we are getting late, we may not get our typewriter, someone may occupy it let’s move”.

All Monday to Saturday went only in disappointment.

I passed out my SSLC, and Matthew was going into the Final year of Bachelor of Commerce. That afternoon, around 12.30, I bought my new textbooks and passed by Matthew’s house. Curious to show him the textbooks, I knocked on his door. He was in a lungi.

He took me to his newly constructed one-room cum bath portion and said his brother is sleeping there until they get a tenant. He was mainly using that portion for smoking, He sat on a cot. I sat beside him, and he started talking nonsense.

I knew he was wasting my time. I was thanking heaven for the golden chance to be on his cot. As he was speaking lifted his lungi and inserted my right hand and held his cock. Trust me, guys, I’m not bluffing.

It is true. He was in his boxer and his cock was at a 90 degree angle, and it was so stiff, so stiff, that I could feel whether he had worn some rubber rode.

He said he needed just 5 minutes to see if his mother was not around. He came back and sat in front of me and asked. “Why do I need to see his cock?” I squeezed his lips to make him shut up and asked me embarrassing questions and lifted his lungi, inserted my right hand.

Trust me, guys, he had gone inside his main house to remove his underwear and pee (I think so that he doesn’t have to rush to the restroom while I do a blow job on him). I saw his brownish stiff cock sleeping in a right angle position amid his thick bushy black pubic hair.

Wasting no time, I held his thighs tightly and buried my head smelling his cock. My mouth was thirsting to have that 9 inches cock deep down my throat. I started sucking it so badly that my head moved up and down at a speed of 4 blows per second.

Matthew lit a cigarette and enjoyed his smoking and my sucking. 35 minutes passed, and he had not ejected. I moved my head from his cock and asked him whether he was a human or an animal, for which Matthew gave his lovely smile, which made me so mad that I grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and started kissing his lower lips.

To get rid of my kiss, he started saying, “Hey, my brother has come, my brother has come, and we need to move from here”. It was his regular trick. As I told you, he was good at lying. I knew this chance and mood may not come again. I made him stand on the cot and pulled down his lungi.

He removed his T-shirt, saying it was a very hot afternoon. Now I pinched myself to see if I was not dreaming. Matthew, whom I was seeing naked in my teenage dreams, is now standing completely naked in front of me. His hairy body was indeed sweating very badly.

I could smell the sweat. I started rubbing my hands around his solid, hairy thighs, which I used to massage every evening in the park. Matthew was looking at me from the top of the cot as my face was rubbing all over his pubic hair, stomach and my mouth was sucking and chewing his testicles where each one was the size of table tennis balls.

I separated his legs and moved my head into his arsehole. It was very hairy. I turned him around and plucked his pubic hair. He screamed and asked why I needed them. I told him I needed to measure and keep them in my textbooks and admire them whenever I felt like.

Matthew laughed and said, “You are crazy about me”. As Matthew stood on the cot, I once again gave him a blow job. This time I bit and chewed his stiff 9 inches cock until he pleaded with me to stop. It was 2 pm, Matthew said it was enough for the day, and started masturbating.

I kept my mouth wide open to swallow the semen without spilling even a drop on the cot. His masturbation went on for almost 8 minutes, and he suddenly screamed that he was going to cum and pushed his cock deep into my throat and held my face tightly with both his hands.

Gay tutor story of sexy man with his typing teacher

I could feel the hot liquid gushing down my throat, and after 3 to 4 minutes, pulled back his flaccid cock from my mouth, stepped down from the cot, lit a cigarette and again lying on his bed allowed me to rub my face on his private part and I sucked his cock again.

After 10 minutes, he pushed my head, put on his lungi, and said he needed to pee. I followed him to the restroom and saw him urinating. He put his left hand around my neck and asked, “Did you not cum?”

I told him I ejaculated the moment I saw him naked. Matthew laughed unstoppably, hugged me tightly, assisted me to the door, and said, “Next time even better than this”. Back home, I wonder what he meant by saying “Next time even better than this”.