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SLUT FOR CHEM TUT0R: 1
Sophomore year, just starting the second year of classes a young Tyler who has initially declared Chemistry as his major is beginning to regret his decision. Like most pre-med students he thought that if he majored in physical science it be the key to grad school. But unlike high school, his college courses were a completely different animal being hard to manage and comprehend. It was the end of the first week and he had already failed the two pop quizzes the professor gave over last year's materials.
For Tyler, he believed chemistry to be a pretty easy subject to understand. The truth however is that in high school Amy McLeroy slipped him all the answers to the test and homework. How she managed to do this remained a mystery. For all, he figures she probably sucked her way to an A. The only other kid on their class with grades that high was the nerdy guy, Malcolm. Who happened to be the only black kid in the class.
Malcolm was the antisocial type. Kept his head down, spending most of the day watching anime on his phone. He was the awkward kid who nobody talked to but always looked at him funny. One of the top students in high school missing no more than 15 points the whole semester. Now in college, he also declared Chemistry as a major but unlike Tyler continuously exceeded expectations on classwork.
Malcolm continued his way into college. he practically never showed up for class unless there was a quiz or test. Somehow he was still able to achieve the best scores in the class. The professor grew to be extremely frustrated by Malcolm's absence began to give out daily quizzes to start the day. Forcing Malcolm to show up for the quiz and then leave shortly thereafter.
The professor quickly caught on to this as well so he moved the quiz to the end of class. At that point, Malcolm realized that missing these daily quizzes probably wasn't enough to truly l affect his grade.
Tyler barely scathed his way through the first semester of organic chem. Receiving a C, he knew that if his grades dropped any lower he would lose his scholarship and chance to continue another year in college.
Malcolm was always a super shy kid, he was pretty tall towering above 6 feet. He seemed to lose weight since high school. He went from the chubby, tall kid with a big Afro that looked wild and crazy to a pretty athletic, he chopped all his hair off and grew out a beard. To Tyler he found himself crushing on the guy.
The test had become computerized and to ensure that no one was cheating the professor handed out each student an access code in the front of the room on the board. As the students had obtained their code and headed back to their seats an off-balanced Tyler bogged down by the looming chances of yet another failed test mistakenly ran into Malcolm.
"Watch out punk" Malcolms voiced bellowed much deeper than what it seemed to be before. Startling Tyler he could barely mumble out an apology before proceeding to his seat. As the two took their seats the quiz began. As expected Tyler barely answered 2 out of the 10 questions correctly. Whereas Malcolm had flown threw the questions and happened to answer them all right.
Tyler was upset. With his grades sinking further and further down the drain his future seemed bleak. Somehow he had to find a way to do better in class. If he was ever going to have a chance at admission into grad school. As much as Tyler wanted to air out his frustrations he felt he had no one. His casual fling with the guy he met his first week at school was so deep in the closet and also a senior who'd be graduating and leaving him by the end of the semester. Besides the bro's on the team he couldn't seem to make as many friends as he had in high school.
Tyler knew the one person he could ask for help from. But it seemed so hard to form the words to ask for help. Especially after the earlier encounter between the two. He was confused about why the apprehension. Tucking his tail between his legs. As the professor dismissed the class for the day he ran after Malcolm.
"Hey, hold up. Malcolm?"
"Can I help you?" Looking at the young Tyler with confusion. It has been about 2 years since they were back in high school together. Now both in college and both Chem majors, what now could be the reason that Tyler would want to talk to him?
"Seems like you are still the brainiac like back at Piedmont"
Malcolm has plans to go back to his room and catch a nap before his next class. Tyler was cutting into his precious sleeping minutes.
"What is it Tyler?"
"Oh, so you do remember me." Even for being of an athletic stature standing now before Malcolm who's height was just marked by a few inches above his own. But there was also the little things he noticed that sent what seemed like small butterflies to his stomach. From Malcolm's full dark beard, the ring in his nose, his eyes were brown but standing against the sun they were a dark amber.
"Just... uhhhh" Tyler put his arm up to his head slightly lifting his shirt to scratch the back of his head. He could barely face Malcolm with his head lowered. He didn't notice Malcolm now catching sight of his mid-drift. "Well, I was thinking maybe I could get your help with this Chemistry. Help me make sense out of all this nonsense"
"Nah, I'm good." With that Malcolm turned to walk away.
"But" at this point, Tyler was scrambling to find a reason to convince Malcolm to help him out. What did he have to offer? He chased Malcolm down the hallway. Reaching out he grabbed onto his shoulder. "Wait, man"
Malcolm swung around furiously. "Don't you ever put your hands on me" he turned to face Tyler. Pushing Tyler into the wall behind him he leaned down and put his face right next to his now cowering classmate. "You put your hands on me again, and you'll regret it ya punk-ass bitch"
The authority that boomed threw Malcolm's voice struck a chord in Tyler that he wasn't all too familiar with. Instead of pushing back he simply let out a "Yes sir. I'm sorry sir" and sunk on the wall behind him.
Malcolm walked into the bathroom behind the two of them, he held the door open as if an invitation for Tyler to follow him. Once inside he surveyed the room to see if anyone else was in. Once discovering the coast was clear he turned back to Tyler who was still standing there by the door.
"You know you've always caught my eye" Malcolm began to stare into Tyler's eyes. Suddenly he brought his face to Tyler and kissed him. Tyler was surprised, but he didn't pull away. A flood of emotions rushed over both of them. Tyler reached up to grab onto Malcolm's face to kiss him more deeply.
Malcolm reacted instantly, thrusting him back against the wall. "I said don't touch me" He was playing hot and cold at this point.
"I'm sorry, sir. But I don't know if I'm you know" he looked up into Malcolm's eyes. To this point, he had never admitted out a load of being gay but he was enjoying this moment. "You think we can keep this between us," he said in a husky voice as he went in for another kiss.
"Shirt off boy" Malcolm commanded. He felt helpless to deny him anything. The thought of what was to come next was driving Tyler crazy. The two continued to kiss. Malcolm lowered his pants and began to press himself closer onto Tyler leaning into him. His uncut cock bends like a banana only longer and thicker. As Tyler looked down he saw the massive member protruding out of his boxers. Tyler reached down to touch it and as he did Malcolm gasped. Tugging on it gently he was getting into it.
Malcolm reached up and began to stroke on Tyler's cock. The sensation was indescribable. His hands sliding up and down his shaft made Tyler grow weak in the knees. To this point he felt to be under the control Malcolm, he began to moan out loud as he was being stroked.
"On your knees" As Tyler began to speak he was slapped in the face so hard that he just fell onto the floor. Malcolm playfully bounced his cock up and down on command.
"You like that cock, Boy," he asked. Before he even had a chance to answer the question Malcolm took the opportunity of an open mouth to stuff his cock down the boy's throat.
"Well, good you look really pretty with my cock down your throat"
Taking a moment to breathe and regain his composure. "Thank you sir" and then he went back to sucking. Taking as much as he could into his mouth.
"So keep going, I think if you keep it up this good then we can work something out. Your goal should be to please me and hopefully we can get you to a passing grade."
Tyler took a break and looked up. "But how did you..."
"That's not the point right now. You are going to suck on my cock until you have convinced me that you are truly a cock craved whore willing to bend at my will. Then I will have a piece of your pretty white boy cunt to be tapped by this black cock here. After that, we can discuss your failing grades."
Tyler just nodded in agreement, not quite sure what he was agreeing to in totality. At this point, Tyler felt as though he had to prove himself of not just being an average cockwhore but the best. He was determined to suck Malcolm's dick to the back of his throat taking it all in to show him how good of a slut he can be.
"Alright you dirty white cocksucker, go lock the door over there and then get back over here and suck on this juicy black dick of mine. Ain't it a beauty," he said as he made it jump up and down from being so hard.
Tyler ran to the door, locked it, and then crawled back over on his knees. " I want you so bad sir, it tastes so good in my mouth, please feed me your cum sir" He began sucking harder and faster, taking it deeper and deeper. Spit was now dripping down the sides of his mouth, he wanted to be like the sluts he saw on the porn videos that gave messy blowjobs that left their eyes watering, make-up running, spit covering their mouth and dripping to their chest.
Malcolm grabbed the back of his head and forced him all the way down on his cock. Tyler choked and gasped for air and he felt like he was going to pass out. With the cock now reaching his throat he felt the need to puke. He persisted and kept sucking on the massive member.
Malcolm placed his hands onto the back of Tyler's head forcing him further down on his dick.
"That's it, boy, take all of it"
"Tell me what you want, Tyler. Tell me why you are here"
"I need your help I'm failing..."
"No ya dumb cunt, tell me why you are here. Slut"
"I want to be used by you, my black king. I want you to put me in my place. I want to be reigned in by your power. To use me in any way you see fit. I now belong to you. Sir"
"Like music to my ears, that sounds so good" Tyler continued to suck on Malcolm's dick. As Tyler continued to express his desires Malcolm was edging closer and closer to climax. Having a slut at his complete command was always a fantasy of his and now right in front of him, it was becoming a reality.
Tyler opened his jaw wide and let the mighty member invade his mouth. Encouraged by the pressure of Malcolm's hand on the back of his neck Tyler quickly found that he had swallowed more than he could cope with and began chocking. He still persisted eagerly to please Malcolm. After a while, the two finally got into a rhythm both lost in the passion.
Malcolm ready to climax grabbed onto Tyler's head and held it in place. Firing off spurt after spurt of big creamy delicious cum into the willing cunt's mouth as he eagerly swallowed it and licked the dick in order to milk it dry.
"I feel like my hole is jealous, come on and get in there" Malcolm flipped around and pushed his ass back onto Tyler's lips. Tyler licked and sucked as best he could. Making sure to get it nice and wet.
"That's it just like that" Malcolm looked down at his watch and noticed the time.
"Oh, shit, I've got to get going get up" he reached down and played with Tyler's hole.
"You are ready to get your pussy fucked, aren't you?" Malcolm was coming down from his high. "Well you are going to have to wait, I've got to shower and get to class" he reached around and grabbed his phone from his pockets.
"You know you've got some pretty hairy, strong legs here," Tyler said as he wiped his face of the nut juices and saliva that now coated his chin.
"Warner building. Room 523. Be there at 8 tonight sharp. We can finish this little fiasco. Meanwhile, I'll send you tomorrow's quiz answers for the great job you did here."
Malcolm pulled his pants back up and walked out of the bathroom. Tyler still there on his knees not sure wherever or not to continue to jerk his cock or head to his next class.
The thrill of being almost caught sparked his interest as he whipped his cock out of his pants in all of its six-inch glory he stroked feverishly reliving the moments of being a slut. With his other hand, he pinched on his nipple in order to increase the pleasurable sensation. In his head he kept repeating to himself how much "Oh yess sir, give it to me sir, let me taste you, sir, can I taste your balls, sir."
Just then someone walked into the bathroom. "Yo, ya perv what the hell man" Tyler was caught off guard he was so close to cumming but instantly removed his hand from his cock, pulled up his pants and ran out of the bathroom." As he ran back to his room he could still feel his hard cock pressed against his pants. He tried to run in a way that would conceal his member, but since it wasn't that big it wasn't hard to hide.
Once he got back to his room, he laid down on the bed. His roommate was also in the room so any chance of him finishing what he had going on before was off the table. Instead, he proceeded to take a nap to rest up for tonight's session.
- 8:02 pm: Where ya at bitch* Malcolm had sent a message to Tyler. One thing about Malcolm was that he was a stickler for time, so being late was unacceptable.
Tyler hears the door slam. He is rudely awakened by a furious Malcolm who is now standing over him.
"YO, WAT the FUCK man!"
"You tell me, I told you to meet me at 8 at my place, but here you are sleeping the night away. Either you don't want my help anymore, or you just were tired. Either way, I've come for that ass. Gave your roommate a couple of bucks to find somewhere else to lay his head tonight because you are all mine"
It wasn't that Tyler was no longer interested in meeting but rather he just overslept. He knew he should have set an alarm but with being up all night studying the night before he was just getting rest. Tyler climbed off of the bed onto his knees in front of Malcolm.
"I'm so sorry SIR, how can I make this up to you. I really need to pass that class. And I really need some more of that huge third leg of a cock to feed me"
"Good, let us begin," Malcolm said as he looked down into Tyler's eyes.
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