The Unwanted Tutor

Chapter 13

AN: This chapter + the next one will be sexually explicit.  Read at your own discretion, you can skip these chapters!

Thank god my parents left the fridge fully stocked before they left.

It was a lazy afternoon as I opened the freezer and grabbed a grape popsicle, it wasn't the best breakfast but I woke up at two so who cared?

"Ooh, someone's practicing." Anthony's voice made me jump in the kitchen. Where did he come from?

"Excuse me?" I asked as I sucked the Popsicle, slowly feeling the color stain my mouth.

"You were fine yesterday, but I definitely want you to practice. It makes perfect after all." He patted my shoulder and walked into the dining room.

"Wait, you think I'm practicing sucking you off?" I laughed as I followed him.

"Of course not, what ever gave you that idea?" He looked over his shoulder and smirked at me.

We sat down at the dining room table, I took a bite of my popsicle as Anthony opened up his lesson plan.

I looked down at the newspaper and read an article about the rising crime rates, "Damn, look at this," I pushed the paper towards him.

"You should see New York, it seemed like every night someone got shot or kidnapped." Anthony commented mindlessly.

"So, what's in the lesson plan?" I asked.

He closed the book and leaned forward, inhaling deeply. "How far can you push that down your throat?"

"Uh, probably not far." I said and quickly finished my popsicle.

"Go get another one." He said, when I was about to protest, he raised an eyebrow. "I meant now."

I stood up and roughly pushed my chair in. I walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer. The first popsicle that caught my eye was a cherry one, I grabbed it and opened it up.

I came back into the living room to see that Anthony was gone. I sighed and walked down the hallway where my parents' room was, "If you're in there I'm telling my mom when she comes back!"

"Garrett!" I heard Anthony's teasing voice from behind me.

I turned around and looked up the stairs, Anthony was looking down the railing, his bag in hand."  "I'm up here. Come on!"

I slowly walked upstairs dreading what was going to happen. Some juice from my popsicle dripped down onto the carpet, damn why was I staining everything in this house?

I opened my door and saw Anthony on my bed, something I thought I would never see.

I tried not to freak out as I watched him pull out a bottle of lube; just in case, he said, and set it on the nightstand. I guess this was really happening.

"Close the door," He said. I obeyed and sat next to him on my bed that was suddenly uncomfortable.

He watched me lick the popsicle juice that ran down my arm with a smile. "Garrett, let me see how far you can take it."

I rolled my eyes and shoved the popsicle down my throat, gagging as it hit the back.

"Oh, good boy. Good.." He patted my head. "Do it again."

"That hurt!" My voice was raspy as I licked the popsicle.

"You need practice, just be gentle. Just slowly suck it then when you're ready push it back." Anthony said.

"Fine, like this?" I sucked the top of it.

Anthony shifted on the bed, "May I?" He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed down.