"Have a seat class." Mr. Sportacus said. Soon the whole class had quieted down and was ready to take notes, until Robbie walked in. Robbie was a punk. He listened to punk bands, and wore punk clothes and was a general punk. He wore eyeliner, and all he ever carried to class was a notebook and some pens. Yet he was one of the smartest kids in the class. I however, was not. Mr. Sportacus decided to hand back our current tests. I was very dissapointed in myself and my grade. Robbie, who sat next to me, had a perfect score. I had to do something about my grade to improve the work I did. I looked at Robbie after class.
"Hey Robbie, I have kind of an odd question."
"Yo, what is it?" he asked, looking up from desk.
"I was wondering if you'd be willing to tutor me, since you do so well in classes... I have 1st period and 3rd period off, and we can work during lunches or even after school."
"Uh, yeah sure." He scribbled on a piece of paper before handing it to me. "Here's my number, we can text about it later."
"Alrighty" I said before walking out of the school. It was the end of the school day, and I was not wanting to go home and tell my parents about my grade. I sent a quick text to Robbie after entering his number into my contacts.
"I can come over now if you give me your address." he replied. I answered with my address and he was over within the hour.
"Thanks for coming over, it means a lot to me that you're willing to help me out on such a short notice."
"Yeah yeah. Alrighty, lets talk payment before we start. I'm not doing this for free."
"Oh, right. Um, I don't have a lot of money, I can try and give you about $5 a session?"
"Sorry, but that's not gonna work. I need at least $10."
"Well..." I thought to myself. "How about $5 and a blowjob or something?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You'd be willing to do that for me?"
"Of course. Anything to raise my grades. As long as my parents don't find out, we can do just about anything. They're gone most of the time anyways." I said with a shrug. He gave me a small smirk.
"I can do that. I can do that just fine. Now lets get started shall we?"
After studying for about an hour, and things actually making sense to me, it was time.
Robbie leaned back on my bed, unzipping his pants. I gave a small smirk before grabbing his erect shlong, pumping my hand up and down it repeatedly, going faster with every downstroke. He began to breathe heavily as I jacked him off, feeling his throbing memeber in my hand. I was in control over him and his pleasure. Right as he was about to get off, I stopped.
"What the fuck?" he said, confused and slightly offended.
"Trust me, I'm not done yet." I said, moving close to his phallus, wrapping my warm mouth around his hardened member, I twirled my tongue along his length and he began to moan.
"Oh god..." he muttered under his breath, barely able to contain himself. I paused for a moment, teasing the tip of his penis with my tongue. "Fuck it." he said, putting a hand on my head and bobbing it up and down. Shortly after he did that, he got off. He panted like a dog in the warm summers heat, throwing my head away from his crotchular region.
After a few minutes of him cooling off, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I came back, his pants were on. "Payment please." He said, holding his palm out. I handed him the cash and he went out the door. As he wandered off down the street, I got a text asking how often I wanted to do sessions.
