The Writing Tutor

After a day of crossing out commas, scratching ‘like’s, and italicizing titles, the other tutors in the writing lab had gone, leaving the small conference room was quieter than it had been all day. Going back to my dorm and my idiot floor mates meant braving the battle between Bon Jovi and the Black-eyed Peas, so I stayed behind, curled quietly in the corner of the couch, reading for my favorite class, World Mythologies. Besides, I was still recovering from a sorority girl’s paper on the external benefits of toothpaste; I needed some time alone.

When the door to the lab opened, I didn’t look away from the mythology. “We closed at six.”

“Hey man, are you a tutor?”

I looked up, trying to appear aggressively annoyed. My glasses sat low on my nose and I peered at him over the rim accidentally. My resolve weakened when I saw the man. It was September but he was still in athletes’ shorts and a t-shirt, one of those boys that can show off their bodies all year long. He had a skateboard in one hand and a paper in the other and his eyes, darker brown in contrast to his sandy dreadlocks, pleaded with me to salvage his assignment.

Apparently, I hadn’t mastered the evil librarian look. The tanned face broke into a smile. “Yeah, it’s kinda obvious that you’re a word nerd.”

Any legitimate argument – and I didn’t have one – fell away when he dropped onto the couch next to me and forced his paper into my view. “Please, it’s due tomorrow and this guy is really tough on grammar.”

Every muscle in my skinny body tensed at his nearness, smelling the spicy tang of his sweat. My nervousness was a good enough excuse for me to send the jock away, but I noticed his title: Homosexuality in Greek mythology. “This is for Kinsella?”

“Yeah, you’ve had him?” His eyes darted down to the book in my lap.

“I have this class. You must be in the section after mine,” I settled my glasses firmly on my nose, about to abuse this coincidence in order to get him to leave. I read the title again and then looked at the man sitting on the couch next to me, biting his firm full lips from desperation.

My resolve crumbled, “You know, a paper about gay myths really needs a snappier title. It’s an insult to the orientation.”

The jock visibly relaxed when I took the five slivers of paper, as if in those few pages he had shrugged the weight of the world from his shoulders. Newly casual, his arm slung around onto the couch behind us, and he leaned closer to look at the title. He was looking into my face though when he asked, “Any suggestions?”

I glanced back at him about to suggest we move to a table. My eyes tripped along the path of muscle leading from his elbow to his face and my tongue stumbled. “I might have a few once I get to the end of the paper.”

The name on the paper was Joshua, and the writing wasn’t excruciating. True, he would not have been able to tell his commas from his colon and his paragraphs were as scattered and rumbled as his coiled dreadlocks, but he had intelligent arguments. He knew the myths. I thought the title should be “Patroclus: Achilles’ Cousin, Only his Cousin, Absolutely, Without Doubt, No More than his Cousin… Maybe,” but in the end Josh shortened it to “Achilles’ Cousin and Lover”.

When we finished it was an hour past closing time. He smile served as adequate wage, “It’s really cool of you to stay after like this.”

I wondered about the sly glances he’d given me and his choice in paper topic. I took a risk, “Yeah, well. I have a vested interest in the topic.”

Josh seemed surprised, “So you’re gay?”

I panicked, “Well, pretty much. I mean, it’s not like… I guess it’s just an assignment for you, but uh…”

“No actually,” He interrupted my mild hysteria with intense calmness. “I have… a vested interest too.”

“Oh good, I was hoping that you were…” I realized what I was saying. “Um…”

Josh chuckled amused by my shyness. “You wanna come over to my room? Hang out for a bit?”

I pushed my glasses higher on my nose as I nodded, too eager. “Sure.”

He stood and casually slung his backpack over his shoulder. I tried to mimic his casualness, gathering my books. “Um…There’s only two things I insist on: condoms and lube.”

The backpack stumbled off his shoulder as he turned. “What?”

I clamped my teeth together, wondering why I was socially inept. “Oh… you actually meant to hang out.”

“Well, I was hoping... but,” Josh noticed my chagrin and stepped closer, settling his hands on the narrow waist of my jeans. “I wasn’t sure what you were thinking.”

At that moment, I was thinking about how easily his hands slid into my back pockets. I tried to separate his blatant sexuality from his flexible words. His fingers squeezed inside my jeans and I stopped trying, pressing closer against his chest and broad shoulders.

I was vaguely aware of the row of floor to ceiling windows framing the writing center and the mild pornography beginning to play inside. I was about to draw his attention to our exhibition when he kissed me.

The wet openness of the kiss scandalized me and I wasn’t certain I liked it, until his hands squeezed tighter and I groaned parting my teeth and adding my own tongue to the moment. I gulped the scent of his body and tasted something minty in his mouth.

It was my fault we ended up on the couch. I tripped on my own weaknesses and fell. I sat down, forcing him to follow. His lips only moved from mine to laugh. He pushed me deeper into the stale popcorn smell of the cushions and his waist sank between my raised knee and the leg that was falling off the edge of the couch. My knee crawled up his back and his hand traveled up my shirt exposing my flesh to the cool air in the lab.

Our kissing pushed my glasses above my eyes and when I tossed my head back to settle them again I realized that I couldn’t see through them anyway; his hot breath had clouded the lenses. Not being able to see the window and our potential audience worried me and I pushed him away as gently as I could. “So… uh... how far away was your dorm again?”

He grinned broadly.

Josh lived in one of the new apartments, which was considerably different than a dorm. For one thing, he had a roommate.

“Don’t worry, man. Rich has a class at seven and he always eats dinner on campus. He won’t come back.”

I had never been in one of the new apartments before and I wasn’t certain how roommates worked these things out, so I just nodded and followed him into the bedroom. The room was small, stuffed with old clothes and two bunk beds. The bottom bunks had been removed from each bed so that a desk and dresser could be placed under the bed. Josh and his roommate had both thumb-tacked cheap bed sheets to the ceiling around their beds. The hanging sheets faintly reminded me of an Egyptian shrine. It seemed out of place next to gym socks.

While I was staring at the unmade bed, Josh put his hands on my shoulder and began to kiss my neck. I tensed from surprise, jolting as if it was the first time his mouth had touched my skin. He found my response amusing and his hands sank around my body, crossing over my chest. His lips continued plucking the muscles in my neck, until I had none left, and my head sagged back to his shoulder.

He reached his hands under my shirt, pulling his hands from my waist to my chest. Josh seemed slipped away from my mind and left me alone with a strange sculptor of skin. His deconstructing fingers moved through the grooves in my muscles like he was forging something new from my bones, discovering something beautiful beneath my flesh.

My shirt hissed over my head and Josh returned, turning me around to face him. I laced my arms around his shoulders and lifted my mouth to his. He bit the side of my mouth playfully and his fingers itched down my bare spine and sank into my boxers. His fingers traced a line to the front of my body and his thumbs clamped on the button of my jeans. He rotated his pelvis against mine until I swayed and lost my balance, holding to this pillar of a man for support. His voice transformed into something smooth and sensual, “You know, for a word nerd, you’re really sexy.”

I smirked, amused and distracted. I couldn’t remember how to speak, just went on filling my fingers with his shoulders and bunching his t-shirt in between my hands. I drifted outside of myself, centered only on the part of my bicep where his lips were pressing, until my jeans fell to the floor.

Nervous, I stood before him in only my shorts. When I dressed that morning, I didn’t think anyone would be seeing my choice in underwear for that day and I wore boxers that I had received as a joke. Little bastardized versions of Japanese deities flew around the pink and white cotton stretched over my ass. The tent in my shorts actually made a Fox stretch towards Josh’s heavier body. He smirked. “Is that anime?”

“Actually, a… sort of, it’s the Celestial Bureaucracy.”

“What?”

“The Greeks had the Parthenon, the Norse had an Aesir. The Chinese had a Celestial Bureaucracy,” I noticed the inappropriateness of my mini-lecture and chuckled. “Imagine getting into heaven when you have to sign forms in triplicate…”

He looped his thumbs beneath the elastic of my shorts. “Or I could just remove the Celestial Bureaucracy.”

I choked on my nervousness, as my last bit of relevant clothing slipped to my ankles. I was still bound by my jeans, not that I was going anywhere. I felt like Ganymedes standing before Zeus, a mortal paralyzed by fear, lust, and awe of a god wondering what this other man could possibly see in me.

Josh gripped my thighs until it felt like the only thing keeping his fingers from sinking in between my muscle and bone was the flimsy layer of my skin. My legs felt unsupported when he released me. “Climb up there.”

I scaled the ladder next to the bed and sat at the edge resting my hands in my lap and watching him peel the shirt off his body. Half of my mouth twisted into a smile as the tight muscle of his chest glinted into my view. He noticed and immodestly ran his fingers across his abdomen. I felt my groin jump in response and glanced to the floor, suddenly embarrassed to look at the man undressing. His running shorts landed on top of my rejected jeans.

Josh sounded upset. “Guess I’m too ugly to look at, huh?”

“No! You’re really hot. I just…” My eyes jolted up, stumbling on his hanging erection and struggling to get to his face. I saw his smug grin and remembered that he didn’t know what insecurity felt like. I wondered if there was enough blood in my body to fuel my erection and flame my cheeks, “Oh, I thought you were serious.”

He laughed and laid his head in my lap. He was still laughing at me, but I wasn’t concerned anymore. I couldn’t think of much besides that nose nuzzled against my stomach and the tongue tracing a maze over my erection. I moaned at the contact and squeezed his shoulders harder. I shivered when he pressed the lightest of kisses against my burning flesh.

Josh pulled away leaving me gasping for more. I sat gawking at him, misunderstanding his gesture when he lifted his hands to my face and pinched my glasses away and set them on the headboard. Blinded, I clutched the sheets of his bed.

He swung his body onto the top bunk gracefully; wings attached to his heel would have made the gesture awkward. When he sat next to me, his legs dangled miles longer than mine. His mouth found my neck as he pushed me down to the pillow, my legs spreading in worshipful obedience around his thicker waist. His lips moved to my mouth, kissing like he was breathing new life into my body. His hands clasped my thighs tight as armor against his legs. When he rolled his body into the wall, mine followed.

On top of his thighs, I was acutely aware of my body: knees straddling him, legs spread wide, mouth melting with his, head bowed, a body genuflecting to the creator of my lust. His hands pet down my back, soothing my thighs. The slow caress was an erotic contrast to the speed of his mouth licking, sucking, and nipping my mouth. The obscenity of his lips on mine made me forget the immodesty of our naked erections rubbing together until my knees relaxed into the bed beneath us.

My mouth slipped from his lips to his collarbone when he stretched his arms behind him. His chest expanded as he arched back to reach for something hidden on his headboard. I tilted me eyes up and squinted until I saw the white bottle of lotion and the blue plastic of a condom. He smirked. “I remembered.”

I felt all the tension in me spring to my lower body, but I let his touch ease that fear away when he dipped his fingers deep inside me. The chill of the lubricant gave me the same shock that his first minty kiss had inspired. I moaned into the sensation, cooing with a mixture of delight and insecurity. I continued to mouth his skin, sighing into the sweetly sweaty spot where the empty skin of his neck budded into the compact muscle of his shoulders.

His knuckles slipped into me with less effort than I thought it would take. The tips scrapped places inside of me that God hadn’t meant to put there, creating a fire of forbidden lust that razed through every vein in my body. I clutched his ribs, laying all my weight on his pounding chest and panting into his biceps. He didn’t stop until I begged him to replace his well-greased fingers with something harder.

I sat up on my knees when his hands guided me there and I pinched my eyes lids until I could see the blur of his hands roll the condom onto his erection. I didn’t have much experience, but I could tell that he was larger than anything in my dresser drawer. The head of his erection reminded me of an upside-down heart and I began rocking over his heavy legs, anticipating the feel of that spear inside.

He drew me back down to kiss me, preferring my lips against his as he began to push into my body. I moaned into his throat, accustomed to the fast and hard penetration of his fingers and unsatisfied by the slow, pushing of his thick member. I resisted the urge to throw myself back onto his erection, balling my fists up into his hair and transferring that pent up passion into the kiss. I whimpered when he moved his hands to my thighs but did not pull me onto him faster.

Josh laughed, teasing me and even in the blurry haze I could see his grin. He looked as mischievous as Loki in that instant, his mouth wide and his hair wild. I pushed against his hands, forcing the dull throbbing of his body deeper into mine. I kissed his temples.

A wave of pain and pleasure zipped up my spine and gasped out of my mouth when he allowed me to have my way and thrust sharply inside. He lifted his hands to my lower back and pressed me farther down until his entire erection impaled me. His control was amazing and I felt him swaying against my inner walls, ticking against me, purposefully driving me mad. I babbled incoherently, and twisted my face down to his shoulder, pushing my nose into his soft skin until the pain in my face echoed the pain of his grip. I probably would have broken my glasses if he had not removed them.

His fingers lightened and his palms rubbed against my thighs and lower back, urging me to rock back and forth with him. I moved slowly at first, just arching at my pelvis and reveling in the stretch and roll of our bodies. I rose to my knees, pressing my face harder against his arm, hearing him groan as I dropped down and deepened his intrusion. I rocked faster, threatening to force him out of my body each time, but tightening my muscles and holding him inside. His pelvis lifted with me, bucking against mine. Our tailbones merged and in a blind panic inspired by the intense pleasure of that union, they thrashed away from each other.

His hands suddenly clenched harder at my back and inside his erection spasmed, trying to erupt but restrained by Josh’s own will. He swore at himself, “Fuck.”

I laughed in his ear and he forced me to slow down, reining me by his grip on my abdomen. His mouth veiled over mine, sucking away my laughter. He rolled away from the wall, tucking my body neatly beneath him.

This time my body fell into the position, melting like ice in the hands of the sun. I wrapped as much of myself around him, my legs twisting around his waist, my arms gripping at the raw power of his shoulders, my tongue sliding around his ear.

He grunted heavily, heaving into me, melding my pelvis to his. When he thrust into me, my back moved with him. Our arms locked our chests together, but our skin slipped with the sweat pouring out between us. Our bodies slid together forged by the heat of his hands and united by the passionate lust of two young men.

His hard erection coiled deeper than before, until in my irrational thoughts, I imagined his tip scraping against my spine. My fingers gripped his flesh trying to hold him, when he bent his back separating our torsos and arched away. He pounded deeper so close that I could feel him tremble.

Josh made sure I came first, playing his fingers over my bursting arousal as if it were his own. I held the flexing muscles of his ass so tightly my fingers went numb. He winced from the force of my grip when I came; a moment of brilliant pain that erupted suddenly as if spontaneity was the only way to top the intensity of the build-up.

His hands slipped away from my aching erection and locked around my hips. I continued rubbing my own organ as he rose to his knees and pulled me harder and harder into him. My entire body slackened into perfect relaxation as he came. He slipped away, the slow burn of the gesture leaving me with an aching emptiness. I was about to resist his abandonment when he gave a sigh as giant as his body and dropped onto me, blanketing my steaming body with the embers of his own slow-burning flesh.

The moment smoldering into ashes and Josh rolled back to the wall, leaving my body where it was. He huffed out a steamy breath and I reached up on the headboard to find my glasses. Josh was smiling at me when he returned to my vision.

“Boy, am I glad I went to have that paper tutored.”

“You should get an A for the effort.”

He didn’t say anything, just leaned over me and took some tacks out of the ceiling to allow the sheets curtaining around his bed to billow down and hide us from any roommate that might decide to skip class.