Bbillings

The Library

Michael was the classic model of a homeschooled boy; slight in build, bean-pole thin, and obviously quite nervous at meeting new people. When he walked in for his first day of tutoring at his local library, the tutor Steven greeted him with a warm smile and a nod. "Are you Michael?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "I'm glad to meet you, come on over." The boy followed immediately without a word.

Despite a long day working as a substitute teacher, Steven was the kind of teacher who could always make a kid smile and feel at ease. His two other students, Alex and Garret, older boys about to graduate high school, were diligently working on their Algebra homework. He left them alone, and sized up his new charge.

"How old are you?" he asked as he looked the boy over. Lanky and thin, and perhaps a little tall for 12, the boy looked to be entering the awkward phase of puberty where some of your body parts just don't look like they should be paired up with the others. His hands were huge compared to his arms, and his feet looked to be almost the size of his tutors', who himself wore a size thirteen. He wore a blue and white striped polo that despite being small, hung limply on his slender shoulders, and long khaki shorts with gym shoes, no socks. To Steven, he looked absolutely delicious.

"I'm twelve, sir," the boy replied. "Next April I'll be thirteen." He looked over at the other boys and smiled nervously, despite the fact that they hadn't even looked his way once since their tutor went over to introduce himself. The boy was certainly on edge.

From reading up on the boy's initial paperwork, Steven knew a little about him: homeschooled since the age of 8, Michael had been raised entirely by his mother. Apparently he had some kind of difficulty at adapting to social life in the school he was in and it all started around the time his father left. After letting the problems fester for three years, he was finally removed from the traditional classes and given half-day lessons that allowed his mother to teach him and continue working. The boy had some friends, of course, but according to the sheet, he didn't usually like working too close to others, particularly older boys. Unfortunately, Steven had no choice to move Michael, he needed to work with them all today.

"Alright," Steven said, "Why don't you get some homework out and start working while I check over what these guys are doing." Michael silently complied.

As Steven turned to the two older boys and started checking over their problems, he was able to calm down a little. While he was a high school teacher, he had always tried to avoid this particular situation. Boys just entering puberty held a certain attraction to him. To be honest, they made his blood boil with sexual energy. And this new boy Michael was just perfect. It was the reason he chose to work with advanced mathematics in high schools; boys older than sixteen were just not interesting in the least, too many had the bodies of disgustingly hairy men rather than tasty boys. He had the good fortune to have never really been tempted in schools that way since all of his boys were significantly older and past the ripe, budding stages of early puberty. But now there was Michael.

Steven took a quick glance over the work that Alex and Garret had done. It was far from perfect, but most of the errors could be attributed to stupid mistakes and multiplication errors. Overall, he thought it was passable, and Alex and Garret were far from his favorite students to work with. "Good enough boys, you can go," he said, and Alex just about jumped out of his seat.

Garret was much more mature for his age, and politely thanked his tutor, grabbing Alex's book he had left. Most students needed to be kept until a certain time, but since both of these boys were 18 and able to drive themselves, they could come and go as they chose.

This gave Steven the 'unfortunate' situation of having nothing left to do but focus on the younger boy.

He had always known about his particular lust since he first passed through puberty himself. Steven recalled the moment perfectly when he first had swimming as a PE subject in freshman year. He had already made great strides in puberty, had a full patch of arm pit and pubic hair, and while his dick hadn't grown out to it's full length, it was a respectable 5in [12½ cm] in length, and thicker than his big toe. While he loved swimming, it was being in the locker room that really excited him – all around him were a great mix of youngsters, and many were juicy young men who had just a small tuft of hair surrounding a medium sized cock. He made it his goal to be one of the last to arrive so that he could get the maximum amount of time to pursue his voyeurism. At that moment, he knew there was something different about him.

While he had never really done anything to satisfy his cravings for youth other than download the occasional picture of video, he did have some ideas of subtle things he could do. Remembering that the boy wore shorts, Steven dropped a pen off the side of the table. When he bent over to pick it up, he was treated to a very nice sight. Two mostly hairless calves and thighs, and while the view was difficult because of the lighting, he was able to spot that the boy wore tighty-whities through his pant legs.

As it was a public library, and Michael was a diligent student, that was all that could occur for the first day. Steven helped Michael on his math work, and the boy opened up a little more when left alone. After a week, the boy made great strides in confidence and in his mathematical and social abilities, even to the point where he was comfortable working around the older boys that Steven usually helped.

While Michael was making great strides, Steven was having a very difficult time working with him. Every day the boy came in wearing shorts cut above the knee, perfect for a little peek up the leg, and a few times, he wore button up shirts that exposed a touch of preteen, pale white, hairless chest. The little glimpses set off Steven's lust for boys of that age, which made it incredibly difficult for him to concentrate enough to do his job well. Every day saw Steven come in with good intentions, and leave with a raging hard on.

As summer approached, Steven became thankful that perhaps this little torture session with Michael would finally come to a close, but on the last day of tutoring for the year, Michael took a little extra time packing up his bookbag, making significant glances towards his favorite teacher, so Steven took the bait and slowed himself down as well, waiting patiently for the other students and teachers of their little group to leave. Finally, when it was just the two of them alone, Steven inquired as to why they were finally alone together.

"Well, Mr. Steven," Michael started hesitantly, "there are two things. Let's do the easy one first. You see, it's the last day of this session and all, and well… I have to say I've rather liked having you teach me."

Steven cut him off there. "Michael, I've had a good time getting to know you as well. I see you're growing as a person and starting to kind of open up a little more, and I know you're going to do even better next year if you come back."

"That's the thing," the boy said. "Since I'm on homeschool and all… my mom can't really do the math… and well, she kind of wondered if – you know, if you don't have anything better to do and all – if you'd be able to come over and teach me during summer? I mean, she said she'd pay and all."

"It sounds great Mike," his teacher replied, knowing that the boy didn't really like the shortening of his name. It was a sign of how much he appreciated his teacher that the boy didn't question it, as he did for everyone else Steven had ever seen do it. "Actually, I'm very happy to do that for you. It's a long summer with no paydays coming in, you know." Immediately the boy's face lit up, and he sat there for a good twenty or thirty seconds not saying anything, just smiling, clearly happy to have to opportunity to work more with his teacher. After a moment, Steven remembered something that tickled the back of his mind. "Michael," he said, "you said there were two things you wanted to talk to me about…"

The boy immediately drew his shoulders up, and looked cautiously around the room, in that way where you know that he either did something wrong, or was about to, and he spoke very quietly, beckoning his teacher to lean closer in. "Mr. Steven, you… you're kind of like… well, I guess you're kind of like a dad to me almost. You see, my dad left when I was five and… well, I'll just get to it I guess… I… I was wondering if… well, I was wondering if maybe… " and the last came out as a whisper, "if maybe I could see your penis."

Steven's mouth dropped open, and he had to think for a second if maybe he had just dreamed that last sentence. This beautiful, voluptuous boy – one who fit every definition of the word sexy and attractive to the man – had just invited a certain level of sexuality into their relationship. After a moment's pause, Steven realized that the youngster was still talking, and he had to take a second to catch up.

"Well, I'll show you mine of course too, but… well, I've never seen a full grown one, and, you know… puberty and all, and…"

Steven raised his hand just slightly, and the boy cut off mid sentence. "Michael," he started, not quite sure where to begin, "wait, did you just say that you've never seen another guy's penis?" It wasn't quite what he meant to start with, but that's what came out, so he figured that was as good a place as any. "Not even just a glance in the bathroom?"

"Mr. Steven, I'm homeschooled," he said, as if it were obvious. "The only time I use a public washroom is when my mother takes me to, like, the zoo or something, and we always go on weekday mornings so there's never anyone there. And I don't get to see anyone my age, you know, naked, since I don't change in locker rooms."

It wasn't that anyone was paying the two any mind in the entire library, but Steven suddenly felt a chill. He could get arrested for this, have his teaching license revoked, and face all kinds of other consequences, but not only did he trust this boy completely, he needed this to happen. He felt as though his cock was going to throb it's way to a hard on before he even began. "Come on," he said. "Let's do this in the bathroom."

Michael smiled one of those wide grins he had, and immediately started marching off to the boy's washroom on the kid's side of the library. Steven had to whisper quite loudly to get him to realize that there was no way it would look normal for a man to walk into a bathroom designed for kindergarteners. While he was a little uncomfortable about it, Michael finally went over towards the adult section. Steven waited a minute before getting up, just to be a little discreet about it, but then eventually walked over. He found the boy wandering non-fiction; clearly he had never even considered having gone to the library bathroom to see dicks before. When the door closed, the boy almost dropped trow right next to the sinks.

"No, come here," Steven said in a forced whisper, pulling the boy up to a stall. "People can't see us doing this." The boy nodded, completely accepting of whatever his teacher wanted.

As Steven unzipped his pants, he could hear the boy loosening his belt and popping the button on his pants. He had to fight down a hard on as he slid his cock out of his own briefs. Around four inches [10 cm] long when soft, it was nothing to be overly proud of, though he did have a slightly larger than average dick when hard, almost at six and a half inches [16 cm]. Nobody would have looked at it and called it exceptional, but he knew the boy probably would. Remembering what his own looked like around age 12, anything close to what he had now would look huge.

Stepping slightly back from the protection of the urinal, Steven said "Alright, take a look."

"Whoa," he said. Apparently the boy was astonished at the size. Steven could feel the blood pumping through his dick as his hard on became fully realized. "Are you… is that… your erection?"

Steven nodded. The boy stepped back slightly; apparently he knew what the game was now. "See, I've got one too."

Indeed he did. The boy had pulled up his oversized shirt exposing just a hint of ab muscles, pretty well developed for one so young. Below that, you could see a hint of his briefs, his dark green shorts, and peeking out from the fly, a beautiful three inch hard on that quivered about once per second, in time with his heartbeat. He was circumcised, but the foreskin hadn't been cut too tightly, and it bunched up a little right underneath his rosy red cock head. Michael was a pale kid in general, but the skin of the shaft was so pale it could be called ivory, and as Steven looked, he noticed that he could see the coloring of every single vein that popped out around the slight girth in the center of the boy's hard-on. Michael was just as turned on as his teacher, even though he didn't realize it yet.

Because of the way that he and Michael had opened their pants, all he could see was the boy's cock, but he wanted more. Figuring that this was going pretty well, he decided to take a chance. Steven reached over, took Michael's dick in hand, and stroked it once, from all the way down at the base, carrying just a hint of foreskin, as he massaged all the way up to the top. The boy groaned, a small, high pitched moan of pleasure that wouldn't have sounded out of place on a young girl. On the way back down the shaft, Steven stuck two fingers inside the band of his underwear and pulled out out the boy's two small balls.

"Mr. Steven… " the boy breathed heavily. "I didn't know… I… "

As Steven caressed the two small orbs, the boy reached over and pulled out his teacher's balls as well, rather roughly, and cupped them in his hand just one at a time. "Oh my gosh," the boy whispered. "They're so big."

Suddenly, a voice spoke over the library intercom. "Michael Schmidt, report to the front desk. Michael Schmidt, front desk." Apparently his mother had grown tired of waiting.

Hurriedly, teacher and student put themselves back together, made as if to wash their hands, and walked silently out of the bathroom together. Before heading up, Steven walked the boy though the aisles quickly and found a math textbook to bring up. Michael nodded as if recognizing the cover-up for what they had just done.

As it happened, Ms. Schmidt, Michael's mother, was there waiting, just trying to figure out what was taking them so long. Michael acted a little more nervous than usual, but had a huge shit-eating grin on his face that, to Steven at least, practically gave away that what had just happened was inappropriate. Ms. Schmidt, as usual, was quite flowery and pretentious, in Steven's eyes, when discussing the arrangements that Michael had already brought up, but in the end, there were two important things: first, she paid very well, and secondly, it brought him into closer contact with beautiful, sexy Michael, who had no idea what kind of doors he had just unlocked.

The End