The Extra Credit Session
Alex had always been the academic star of his circle, a trait that made him the perfect candidate for a tutoring gig during the winter break. When his friend Gilberto reached out, desperate to pass chemistry and mathematics, Alex didn’t hesitate. Gil was a shorter, soft-featured man with thick black hair and a physique that Alex found intoxicatingly attractive, particularly the curve of his hips and the fullness of his backside.
The sessions began with a professional air, but the tension between them grew with every equation solved. One afternoon, Gil complained of a stiff back, prompting Alex to offer a massage in his bedroom. As Alex’s hands worked over Gil’s shoulders and descended toward the small of his back, the air in the room thickened. The simple act of touch ignited a fire in Alex that he had been suppressing for weeks.
A few days later, Gil arrived late to a Saturday session, smelling faintly of beer and looking exhausted after a late-night soccer game. He was in a haze of sleepiness and a lingering hangover, creating the perfect opportunity for Alex to push the boundaries. After the lesson, Alex suggested another massage, this time requesting that Gil remove his shirt before lying face down on the bed.
As Alex massaged Gil’s neck and shoulders, he noticed the other man had drifted into a deep, heavy slumber. Slowly, Alex let his hands wander lower, kneading the firm flesh of Gil’s buttocks through his trousers. The sensation was electric. With a gentle touch, Alex whispered for Gil to remove his pants. In his semi-conscious state, Gil complied without question, leaving him clad only in tight boxers that left little to the imagination.
Alex began again, his touch becoming more intimate. He carefully slid the waistband of the boxers down, exposing Gil’s smooth, pale skin. He spent long moments admiring and kissing the curves of Gil’s backside, his fingers tracing the sensitive line of his heat. The intimacy felt forbidden yet inevitable.
Gently, Alex rolled Gil onto his back. He leaned down, pressing soft, lingering kisses to Gil’s lips and neck, before moving lower to tease his chest. He worked his way down to Gil’s thighs, his breath hot against the skin. When he finally lowered the boxers completely, he found Gil semi-erect and ready. Alex began to pleasure him with a slow, steady hand, alternating with the warmth of his mouth, savoring every moan that escaped Gil’s sleeping lips.
The climax was intense, a sudden release that left them both breathless. Alex cleaned him up with a quiet efficiency, sliding the boxers back into place before gently waking him. Gil blinked, looking dazed and relaxed, seemingly unaware of the depth of the encounter. He paid Alex, thanked him for the ‘massage,’ and left the house. They never spoke of it, but as Alex watched him walk away, he knew the secret of their session would linger between them forever.