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I hate detention as much as I hate school. Why do I have to stay here until eight at night? Is that even a thing? Mom and Dad agreed to it just so they can teach me a lesson. I can't wait to graduate in just weeks, so I can finally get the fuck out of this stupid place.
To make it worse, I'm stuck being alone with a strict tutor who watches me like a hawk. Even though he's my age, he sits on the edge of the teacher's desk like he's in charge, controlling my every move. Okay, so he's a cute nerd in his own right, tall and thin with stylish glasses, but it doesn't matter. I'd rather be home and play video games.
Then again, the more I look at the tutor, the more I realize he's in decent shape, better than my average build. I'm not fat or anything, just untoned. I'm probably just as unpopular as he is, especially since I wear typical clothes from a superstore instead of the expensive designer stuff that the popular students wear.
"So, I think we should work on your math homework next," the tutor says in a clear and calm voice.
"What's the point? I suck at math."
"I'm sure you suck other things, too." Huh? Does he know something? And is that a subtle smirk on his face like he's a dick in disguise?
My heart races, but I try to keep calm. "What are you talking about?"
The tutor glances at the door behind him and steps closer to me, another subtle smirk on his face. "I saw you in the back of the school building last year. You were going down on a guy."
Oh. So, I was. It was a senior who's now in college. He broke my heart shortly after that because I thought he wanted love. Eh, fuck him.
"Your silence is telling me it's true. Even your cheeks are red."
Yep, they are. I try to hide how I feel. "He was an asshole. Whatever."
"Why is that?"
I shrug at the bitter memory. "He wasn't looking for what I was. Well, still am."
"What are you looking for?" Why the unusual interest in my love (and sex) life? The tutor seems too intrigued.
"Just a good guy who can like me for me. You know, a boyfriend. I wouldn't have hooked up with that guy had I known he didn't feel the same way about me."
"I see." The tutor glances at the door again and back at me, then smiles. "Well, I'm gay, too. And I think you're hot."
My eyebrows rise from such boldness because the tutor doesn't seem to match the assumptions I made about him. He really is cute and seems nice enough to spend time with, despite being strict at times. Excitement shoots right below, a tingle and a twitch.
"I have a deal if you're interested." This nerdy tutor isn't shy at all, surprising me more.
"Okay, what is it?"
"You give me what I want, and I give you what you want."
I wrinkle my forehead, having no idea what he wants from me, but my jeans will show a big bulge if I stand up right now. Maybe I'm just turned on after finding him more appealing than I thought. "What is it that you want?"
"You do to me what you did to that guy, and I give you myself as a boyfriend."
I chuckle, trying not to blush. "How does that even work?"
"Well? I like you. I've seen you many times at school, and I'm interested in dating you. But I'm also tired of being a virgin. Will you show me what it's like?"
I leak in my underwear, the temptation rising. The fact that this cute nerd is willing to date me if I go down on him is exciting because I've never had a boyfriend. "But we're in class now."
"We're on the top floor, and rarely anyone passes by here at this time. I've tutored others here many times, so I would know."
"Oh." I smirk. "Did you set this up?"
A grin appears on his cute face. "Maybe I did. So...deal?"
I glance at the door and decide to chance it. Eh, fuck it. "Okay. Deal."
"Awesome. This means so much to me." The tutor circles around my desk, then unzips his pants. He pulls out what looks bigger than mine, glistening with excitement and begging for attention like my heart begs for romance.
I'm just as excited, so I lean closer and take it all. I immediately like the taste. It helps that he's clean.
"Wow, this is actually happening," he whispers as if astonished, rubbing the back of my head.
I bob with a mouthful, wanting to make him feel what I've felt before. I also want to know what real love is like. If he's willing to date me because he already likes me, then it gives me hope that we can fall in love someday.
The tutor gasps, gripping my head. "You're so good at this. I'm already...ngh..." Grunting, he gives me his all without giving me a chance to prepare, a copious amount that reveals his true excitement.
I manage to swallow as much as I can and wipe off whatever drips from my mouth. The taste is okay, but the experience is so much better. I can do it with him again, and we can do so much more together, too---not just physical stuff.
He pulls out and zips his pants back up, then sighs in relief. He hunches over to meet my lips for a sweet kiss, a brief one. "You're my boyfriend now."
I grin like a giddy dork. My first boyfriend, and all from a quickie inside a classroom. Who would've thought detention wasn't so bad, after all? It definitely has its perks.
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