Straight A's E9 | The jock treats me like something to experiment on

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Midterm season came around shortly afterwards, and I'm afraid I underestimated Troy because he actually started to come to tutoring sessions again.

A part of me had kept some hope that he might come back and that's why I was always there just in case, but I also was pretty satisfied with him pulling me into a dark classroom and letting me suck on his shaft for however long I was allowed for that day. 

“Can't cheat on a midterm.” Troy tosses his bag on the carpeted floor besides the table. “They check ID. And I don't think you can pass for me.” 

It's funny because we've spent quite a bit of time together now, but I was always looking at his crotch and not his face. Despite being undeniably handsome, I have to say there's something in his eyes that always seems a bit … disconnected from reality. 

You know, in that himbo kind of way… In that young and dumb and full of cum kind of way.  And now I’ve been conditioned to get turned on by the smell of his deodorant.

Maybe he wants it too? 

“No,” Troy says while scanning my face. “I'm not here for that. Got my date later and I already showered. Gonna be you and your hand tonight, buddy.” 

You can't imagine the way my face burned when he clocked me. I'm such a fucking loser, that I’m drooling over him to the point where he can see it on my face. 

I stare at my computer while willing myself to calm down and then say, “Okay, let's get to work.” The little smirk on his face humiliates me and turns me on at the same time.

I hate to say it, but Troy really isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. At first, I thought he just wasn't listening to what I was teaching but this time, I really got the feeling that he actually doesn't know basic grammar. The saddest part though, is that I felt like he was genuinely trying and still failing. 

“This sucks balls. Who the fuck cares about this?” Troy spins a pencil on the table. 

“Well, a lot of people,” I reply while using the mouse to highlight a sentence that he got wrong. “So “they” is plural so you have to…”

“Have you ever gotten fucked in the ass?”

“Excuse me?” I blink quickly at his abrupt question. 

“In the ass,” Troy looks at me seriously and does the fucking motion with his fingers. “You're not a virgin, are you?” 

“No,” I admit. 

“Thought so. Virgins don't slobber over cock like you do.”

My jaw might have been hanging at how unfiltered he's being right now. I never hear anything from the other rooms in this building when I walk by, so I have some confidence that it's well insulated. 

“So have you been fucked in the ass?” Troy asks again, spinning the pen. “What's it feel like?” 

Is he saying he wants to fuck me? My dick is in an uncomfortable position stuck against my thigh where getting hard actually kind of hurts.

“It feels…” I watch Troy stop the pencil from spinning and wait for my next words, “It feels good. I've been only fucked like 2 times but I have uh… some …uh…” I'm revealing too much information. 

“So you put things up there,” Troy takes over. “So it's pleasurable, right.” 

I nod, discreetly moving my boner from its stuck place on my thigh to a better position. 

“I'm trying to convince my girl to try it,” Troy says while spinning the pencil again. “She says she’s scared it'll hurt.” 

“It'll hurt for sure with you,” I say without thinking. I mean, it's true. “But it should feel good for her too,” I add while stammering. “You have a good …uh…”

This time, Troy didn't save me from my own awkwardness. He stared at me with his curious eyes until I gave up the rest of my sentence. 

“You have a good … shape for it.” 

“Yeah?” Troy raises his eyebrows. 

“Yeah.” My cock throbs. 

Troy leans back on his chair and crosses one leg over the other. “You ever fuck an ass?” 

“Once.”

“How was it? Tight?” Troy puts his hands behind his head. His left foot on his right knee bounces as he smiles at me. 

“Yeah tight. It was his first time too.” I made another adjustment to my stiff cock. 

“Fuck. I want to try it so bad. Everytime I fuck doggy style, I just want to stick it in.” 

I suddenly have an image of Troy pulling his thick cock out of a hole, spitting on it and then putting it back in. 

“If she's not willing,” my voice cracks, “if she's not willing, I could help.” 

Troy blows air out of his nose and chuckles. Then he uncrosses his leg and pulls his chair up closer to the table. Staring at me directly across the table, he asks me, “What are you trying to say, Joe?” 

It's like all his intelligence went towards his sex drive, because now I can see the fire in his eyes. He knows what he wants. 

“I'm trying to say…”

“Uh uh… start with ‘I want’” Troy’s eyes make the precum roll out of my tip. 

“I want,” I swallow, “you to fuck me.” 

“Where?” He smirks again. 

“In the ass.” 

“You're itching for it, aren't you?” Troy spins the pencil again. “Fucking beta.” 

The blood heats up my face as Troy smirks at me. He knows he's not wrong. There's no point denying it or affirming the fact. 

We both know he's right. 

“I don't want to see your cock,” he says as he pushes against the table to stand up. I stand up there clumsily, knocking the chair back. Before I can pick it up, Troy walks around and pushes my back downwards and I find myself chest first on the table. 

“Take off your pants.” 

I try to hurry to unbutton my pants. Stupidly, I chose to wear tight jeans today. 

“God, you just love fucking wasting my time,” Troy says behind me. I hear him taking off his pants too. “Hurry up, Jesus Christ!!!”

As soon as I got the button undone, Troy’s strong hands pulled them down roughly, leaving a sensation of pain travelling down my thighs. It was only a couple seconds later when I felt his cock head at my ring. 

He pushed, but it didn't go in. I don't think he's hard enough to penetrate me. 

“Do you want me to suck you?” I suggest after he tries a couple times. 

“Did I say I want you to fucking suck me?” Troy roars back. I wince as my cheeks spread far apart and then I feel his cock head attempt to enter me again. 

Still not hard enough.

“Fucking useless piece of shit,” Troy murmurs. “Can't even get me hard. Well I’m getting ass one way or another today. Get me hard.”

I push myself up from the table and turn to face him. Just as quickly, Troy pushes my shoulders down and I find myself face to face with his flaccid cock. I open my mouth, and he shoves it in me. 

“Fuuhhh yuh….”

“That's right, loser. Show me you want to get fucked.”