Bad Boy's Curvy Math Tutor

Ethan, the kind of guy who spent more time in the library than the gym, was tucked away in the back corner of the local café. He was grappling with a particularly challenging problem in his statistics textbook, when a shadow fell over his page. He looked up. A lean, tattooed figure loomed, with a smirk that said, "I'm trouble". Jamie, the local bad boy, leaned against the wall, his eyes taking in Ethan's glasses and messy hair, his rumors about Jamie told Ethan he shouldn't indulge this curiosity. But something about his confident stance snagged his fascination. Jamie jerked his chin at the textbook. "What's that, like, the hot new porn or something?" Ethan blinked, taken aback. "It's a statistics textbook." Seeing that smirk widen, he quickly added it wasn't 'Math for Dummies'. "Stats? The only numbers I'm good with are the digits on a guy's cock." Jamie tilted his chin. "You're the brainy type, right? Maybe you can teach me something." He reached out, tracing a finger along Ethan's open book. Ethans pulse quickened. He felt tongue-tied and his voice dropped several octaves: "Maybe you can teach me something too." Before Ethan could catch his breath, Jamie leaned in, his mouth brushing Ethan's ear: "Let's start with a simple lesson: How to suck a cock, professor."

Jamie's breath was hot on Ethan's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Lead the way, brainiac," Jamie murmured, stepping back but keeping his eyes locked on Ethan's. Ethan's heart pounded as he packed away his textbook, his hands shaking slightly. He stood, grabbing his bag, and nodded towards the door. Jamie fell into step beside him, his presence overwhelming in the small café. They walked in silence, the tension between them palpable. Ethan could feel Jamie's gaze on him, intense and hungry. Once inside Ethan's dorm room, the door closed with a soft click behind them. Jamie's smirk returned, more predatory than ever. "So, this is where you live," he said, looking around the small, neatly organized space. He turned back to Ethan, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Now, where were we?" Ethan took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "You were about to give me a lesson," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. Jamie closed the distance between them, his body pressing against Ethan's. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Ethan's neck, sending another wave of heat through him. "That's right," Jamie murmured, his hands roaming over Ethan's sides, tracing the lines of his body. "Let's get started." His lips moved lower, tracing the line of Ethan's collarbone, and Ethan's breath hitched as Jamie's fingers found the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it up.

Jamie's lips found Ethan's, claiming his mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss. Ethan's hands fumbled with Jamie's jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. Jamie broke the kiss just long enough to tug his shirt over his head, revealing a chest inked with dark, swirling tattoos. Ethan's fingers traced the lines of ink, feeling the warmth of Jamie's skin. Jamie's hands were at Ethan's belt, deftly unbuckling it and pushing his pants down, and Ethan stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Jamie's mouth returned to Ethan's, kissing him deeply as he pushed Ethan back towards the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and desperate breaths. Jamie's hands roamed over Ethan's body, exploring every inch of skin, while Ethan's fingers dug into Jamie's back, pulling him closer. Jamie's mouth moved to Ethan's chest, kissing and nipping at his nipples, making Ethan gasp. His hands found the waistband of Ethan's boxers, pushing them down to reveal his erection. Ethan's hips jerked up, seeking more contact, and Jamie obliged, wrapping his hand around Ethan's cock, stroking him slowly. Ethan reached for Jamie, his hands finding the button of Jamie's jeans. He fumbled with it, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Jamie helped him, kicking off his shoes and pushing his jeans and boxers down, freeing his own erection. Ethan's eyes widened at the sight of it, thick and hard, and Jamie chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "You like what you see, professor?" Jamie asked, his hand still stroking Ethan. Ethan could only nod, his mouth dry. Jamie leaned down, his breath hot on Ethan's ear. "Good. Because I'm about to show you exactly what I can do with it." His teeth nipped at Ethan's earlobe, making him shudder. Jamie moved down Ethan's body, his tongue tracing a path down his chest and stomach. Ethan's hips bucked up, eager for more, and Jamie chuckled again, his hands pushing Ethan's thighs apart. Jamie's mouth hovered over Ethan's cock, his breath hot and teasing. Ethan's hands fisted in the sheets, his body tense with anticipation. "Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. Jamie looked up at him, a wicked smirk on his lips, and then took Ethan into his mouth, sucking him deep and hard. Ethan groaned, his back arching off the bed.

Delinquent continues to suck the nerd's cock. Nerd notices the Delinquent's tattoos and thinks it is hot

Jamie's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip of Ethan's cock, drawing a ragged moan from deep in his throat. He took his time, savoring the taste and feel of Ethan, his mouth working in a steady, rhythmic motion. Ethan's hands tangled in Jamie's hair, his hips moving in sync with the delinquent's mouth. The room filled with the wet sounds of suction and Ethan's desperate gasps. Ethan's eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at Jamie, the sight of him on his knees, tattoos rippling with each movement, sent a fresh wave of heat through him. The ink was dark and vivid, contrasting sharply with Jamie's tanned skin. It was a wild, untamed canvas, and Ethan found himself captivated by it, his fingers itching to trace every line. He'd always found tattoos hot, but seeing them on Jamie, knowing they were a part of the bad boy he'd always been curious about, made his pulse race. Jamie's eyes flicked up, catching Ethan's gaze. He didn't stop, didn't pause, just held Ethan's stare as he sucked him deeper, his throat relaxing to take more of Ethan's length. The intensity in Jamie's eyes was overwhelming, and Ethan's breath hitched, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. Jamie's hand joined his mouth, stroking in time with his sucks, the double sensation pushing Ethan closer to the edge. Ethan's fingers tightened in Jamie's hair, his body tensing. "Jamie," he gasped, his voice a desperate plea. Jamie's response was to take him deeper, his nose pressing against Ethan's pubic bone. Ethan's hips bucked up, and with a strangled cry, he came, his body convulsing as Jamie swallowed every drop. Jamie pulled back, licking his lips as he looked up at Ethan, his eyes dark with lust. "Fuck, you taste good," he murmured, his voice rough. Ethan panted, his body slick with sweat, his mind racing. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of a tattoo on Jamie's shoulder, the ink raised and warm under his touch. Jamie's breath hitched, and he leaned into Ethan's touch, his eyes never leaving Ethan's. "Your turn," Ethan said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. Jamie's smirk returned, and he crawled up Ethan's body, his intentions clear.

Nerd gets on his knees and sucks Delinquent's cock. Delinquent sees the nerd's small bird tattoo on his back and says it's cute. Delinquent then cums inside nerd's mouth

Jamie hovered over Ethan, his cock brushing against Ethan's stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum. Ethan's hands pushed Jamie's chest, urging him to sit back on his heels. Jamie complied, a curious glint in his eyes. Ethan shifted, moving to his knees, his body shivering with a mix of nerves and excitement. He looked up at Jamie, taking in the raw, primal hunger in his eyes. It fueled his own desire, pushing him to reach out and wrap his fingers around Jamie's cock. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive tip. Jamie's hips jerked, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Ethan smiled, a wicked curve of his lips, and took Jamie into his mouth. He started slow, his tongue swirling around the shaft, tasting the salty precum. Jamie's hands fisted in Ethan's hair, his body tensing as Ethan took him deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate Jamie's length. Jamie's eyes were glued to Ethan, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached out, his fingers tracing the small bird tattoo on Ethan's back, the one hidden under his shirts, the one that always made him smile. "This is cute," Jamie murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I wanna see it more often." Ethan moaned around Jamie's cock, the vibration making Jamie's hips buck. Jamie's fingers dug into Ethan's scalp, his body tense, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Ethan," he groaned, his voice a warning. Ethan doubled his efforts, his hand stroking in time with his mouth, his other hand cupping Jamie's balls, rolling them gently. Jamie's body went rigid, his back arching as he came with a strangled cry. Ethan swallowed, his throat working to take in every drop, his own cock throbbing with need. He pulled back, licking his lips, a satisfied smirk on his face. Jamie's chest heaved, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at Ethan. "Fuck, Ethan," he panted, his voice hoarse. "You're full of surprises." Ethan stood on his feet again, crawling back up Jamie's body, his lips finding Jamie's in a fierce, hungry kiss. Jamie's hands roamed over Ethan's body, his touch possessive, claiming. Ethan's hips ground against Jamie's, his cock hard and leaking, seeking friction. Jamie's hand snaked between them, wrapping around Ethan's cock, stroking him in time with their kiss. Ethan moaned, his body tensing, his orgasm building quickly. He was close, so close, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. Jamie's thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum, and Ethan came undone, his body convulsing as he came, his cock pulsing in Jamie's hand. It was fast, intense, and left him panting, his body slick with sweat.