My Quiet Tutor Cont'd Cont'd

Theo chuckled low, dark. “You’re such a fucking slut.”

Mason pushed his ass back against him. “Only for you, professor.”

Theo licked a slow line up the side of his neck, his hands roaming Mason’s chest, fingers teasing both nipples at once, pinching, tugging until Mason groaned and arched against him.

“You’re gonna beg for this cock.”

“Then give me something to beg for.”

Theo didn’t wait.

He shoved Mason toward the bed.

Mason stumbled forward, landing on his hands and knees across Theo’s bed, his sweats halfway down, clinging to one ankle. His back arched instinctively, ass high, cock swinging beneath him already slick with need.

Theo stood behind him, drinking in the sight—broad back, firm ass, muscles flexing, the look over Mason’s shoulder pure, dripping invitation.

“Fuck,” Theo muttered. “You’re perfect like this.”

Mason smirked over his shoulder, breathless. “Then quit talking and eat my hole.”

Theo dropped to his knees behind him, spreading Mason’s cheeks wide. He stared for a second—pink, tight, twitching open slightly with every breath Mason took.

“Such a needy little hole,” Theo murmured, leaning in.

The first kiss was soft. Wet. He licked around the rim slowly, teasing, barely touching, letting his breath ghost over the sensitive skin. Mason gasped, knuckles gripping the sheets.

“Holy fuck…”

Theo flattened his tongue and dragged it upward in a long, slow stroke, then dove in—licking deep, circling with filthy, relentless precision.

Mason groaned loud. “Oh my god, yes—fuck—don’t stop—eat that hole, professor—fuck me.”

Theo moaned into him, licking harder, faster, using his thumbs to spread him wider. His tongue pressed in again, flicking and swirling, then pulling back only to tease with short, wet licks. Mason writhed beneath him, hips jerking back, chasing more.

“Shit—I’m gonna cum just from this—fuck, Theo—your tongue—goddamn—”

Theo slipped a finger in, slick and slow. Mason moaned louder, pushing back, greedy for it.

“One’s not enough,” Mason panted.

Theo slipped in a second, then a third, scissoring gently as Mason’s hole stretched around them, clenching tight. “You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered.

Mason reached under himself, wrapped his fist around his own cock, and started stroking slow, precum dribbling over his knuckles. “Get inside me. Now.”

Theo stood, yanked his briefs off, his cock flushed and leaking. Mason grabbed the lube from the drawer and tossed it back without looking. Theo slicked himself quickly, hands trembling with the tension built up since that first kiss against the wall.

Then he grabbed Mason’s hips, positioned the head of his cock at that tight, slicked hole, and pushed forward—slow, careful, watching every inch disappear inside.

Mason choked out a groan, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. “Fucking yes… stretch me, baby. Fill me with that nerd cock.”

Theo bottomed out, hips flush to Mason’s ass, balls resting heavy against his cheeks.

He gripped Mason’s hips tight.

And started to move.

Theo pulled out just a little, then slammed back in, hard.

Mason moaned into the sheets, his body jerking forward with the force of it, then back again, greedy for more.

“Fuck,” Mason gasped. “Just like that—don’t stop—don’t fucking stop.”

Theo gripped his hips tighter, fingers digging into muscle, watching his cock disappear into Mason’s slick, clenching hole with every deep stroke. He leaned over Mason’s back, his chest grazing warm skin, breath hot at his ear.

“You like getting used like this, huh?” Theo growled. “You like this cock wrecking your hole?”

Mason whimpered, voice wrecked. “Yes—fuck yes—I’m your fucking toy right now.”

Theo snapped his hips faster, harder, the bedframe rocking under them with every thrust, wood creaking against the rhythm of slick skin meeting skin. Mason’s moans turned guttural, his body melting into the mattress while his hand worked his cock frantically underneath him.

Theo licked the back of his neck, then bit down on his shoulder blade, just hard enough to leave a mark.

Mason groaned louder, spit leaking from his mouth as he jacked himself harder. “You’re gonna make me cum—shit—I’m so fucking close.”

Theo pulled back, then slammed in deeper, hitting that spot inside him that made Mason’s whole body seize up.

“That’s it, baby,” Theo panted, fucking harder, deeper, each thrust knocking the breath out of both of them. “Cum for me—stroke that cock while I fill your tight fucking hole.”

Mason’s voice cracked. “I’m—I’m—fuck, Theo, I’m cumming—”

His whole body tensed, then convulsed as he exploded, thick streams of cum shooting onto Theo’s sheets, his own hand milking every spurt as he cried out, his face pressed into the pillow.

The clench of Mason’s hole sent Theo over the edge.

“Fuck—” Theo groaned, hips stuttering. “I’m gonna fill you up—take all of it—”

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulse after pulse of hot cum spilling deep inside, Mason still trembling beneath him, covered in sweat and cum, moaning through the aftershocks.

Theo collapsed onto his back, breathless, body soaked.

Mason rolled over slowly, chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon. His hole still twitched, leaking Theo’s cum onto the sheets.

He looked up with a lazy grin. “Guess I passed.” 

Theo smiled at him and removed his cock from Mason's Ass.

Theo was sprawled across the sheets, his body humming, skin sticky with sweat and cum, muscles still twitching from the pounding he’d just given Mason. His cock lay against his thigh, not quite hard, not quite soft—just heavy, leaking a single lazy bead of precum.

He’d never felt so spent. Or so high.

Mason’s breath returned before his words did.

Theo heard the rustle of the sheets shift again, and then warm weight pressed down onto his back—Mason, mouth hot on his shoulder, tongue dragging slowly across the curve of Theo’s neck.

“You didn’t think we were finished, did you?” Mason murmured, voice low and ruined.

Theo let out a dazed chuckle. “Thought I just fucked you unconscious.”

Mason bit the shell of his ear, sharp enough to sting. “You did. But now it’s your turn.”

Theo tensed slightly beneath him, not in hesitation—but in anticipation.

“You wanna be fucked, professor?” Mason whispered, tongue trailing across Theo’s damp hairline. “Wanna stroke that pretty dick while I pound this tight little ass?”

Theo groaned. “Yeah…”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me.”

Mason grinned, hand already sliding down Theo’s back. “That’s what I thought.”

Theo didn’t wait.

He rolled onto his stomach, still slick from sweat, muscles sore but buzzing with need. He spread his legs, pushed his knees under him, and arched his back just enough to lift his ass—inviting, open, ready.

He reached back with both hands and spread himself wide.

Mason groaned at the sight.

“Goddamn,” he breathed. “You really are a filthy little professor.”

He knelt behind Theo, hands gripping his hips, eyes locked on the tight, pink hole twitching between his cheeks.

Mason leaned down and kissed the small of Theo’s back, slow and wet, then dragged his tongue up the ridge of his spine. He licked along Theo’s shoulder blades, biting down just beneath the curve of his neck.

Theo shivered.

Mason licked lower, sinking between his cheeks, and buried his face in his ass.

Theo gasped loud. “Fuck—”

Mason’s tongue flicked across his hole once, then again, harder. He spit and licked it in long, filthy strokes, eating him out rough and messy, holding his cheeks apart as his mouth devoured. His tongue pressed inside, wriggling, circling, while Theo’s hips trembled.

Theo’s cock throbbed between his thighs, leaking onto the sheets.

“Oh my god, Mason—fuck—yes—keep doing that—”

Mason grunted, licked harder, then shoved two fingers in alongside his tongue. Theo moaned louder, hips pushing back, greedy for more.

“Beg for it,” Mason muttered.

“Please,” Theo panted, “fill me—I want your cock inside me now—please, Mason—fuck me—”

Mason rose to his knees, spit thick and wet as he slicked up his cock. It stood rock hard, glistening, flushed red at the tip. He pressed it between Theo’s cheeks and rubbed the head up and down, teasing.

Then he pushed in.

Theo’s breath caught.

The thick head slid in slow, stretching him wide, forcing a low moan from Theo’s throat. He gripped the sheets with one hand, reached down with the other, and started stroking his cock—already dripping, twitching in his grip.

Mason pushed deeper.

Theo’s hole stretched, hugged every inch, swallowed him whole.

“Fuuuck,” Mason moaned, “you feel so fucking good—tight little hole gripping me like a fist—”

He bottomed out with a heavy slap of hips to ass.

Theo’s eyes rolled back.

His hand stroked his cock faster.

Mason stayed deep, grinding in circles, holding Theo’s hips, breathing heavy as his cock pulsed inside.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he whispered, leaning over Theo’s back, teeth dragging over his shoulder again. “Gonna stroke that cock while I fuck you into the mattress?”

Theo moaned, wordless, body trembling beneath him.

Mason pulled back slowly—then slammed back in.

Mason’s hips snapped forward, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the dorm room walls. His cock drove deep into Theo’s hole again and again, slick from spit and sweat and want, stretching him open until Theo was gasping into the pillow.

“Yeah, baby,” Mason growled, voice feral, “you love taking this dick, don’t you? This nerdy ass needs to get fucked.”

Theo moaned, breath catching every time Mason bottomed out.

His hand worked his cock fast now, fingers tight, precum wetting his knuckles. His body rocked with each thrust, ass bouncing back against Mason’s hips. He couldn’t hold still—he didn’t want to. He wanted more. Deeper. Harder. All of it.

“Fuck, Mason,” Theo gasped, stroking faster, “you’re gonna make me cum—shit—don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—”

Mason grabbed a fistful of Theo’s hair, yanking his head back just enough to whisper filth into his ear.

“Stroke that cock for me. Show me how you cum while I’m buried in your tight little hole.”

Theo’s cock pulsed in his fist.

Mason slammed in harder, hips bruising, balls slapping Theo’s thighs as he fucked him relentlessly. Sweat dripped down Mason’s chest, splashing against Theo’s back, both of them slick and shining in the dim light.

“Say it,” Mason demanded, voice breathless. “Say you love it.”

“I fucking love it,” Theo cried. “I love your cock—love you using me like this—fuck—I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum—”

Theo’s body seized.

He let out a choked moan, stroking wildly as his cock erupted, thick ropes of cum spraying across the sheets, splattering up his stomach, his body trembling as Mason kept pounding into him through the spasms.

“Shit, that’s it—fuck, that’s hot—”

Mason slammed in one last time, deep and brutal, and held there, grinding hard as his cock twitched. He threw his head back and groaned, long and low, as he spilled inside Theo, pumping thick and hot into his still-clenching hole.

They both collapsed forward.

Breathing ragged. Limbs tangled. Skin sticky with sweat and sex.

Mason pressed one final kiss to Theo’s shoulder blade.

“Guess I passed the final too.”

Theo groaned into the pillow. “You’re gonna need extra credit tomorrow.”