COLTON'S POV:
The next day, I spent the entire afternoon in a state of nervous anticipation. My body was still buzzing from yesterday's "tutoring session" with Brad, and I couldn't stop thinking about it—his massive pecs bouncing in my hands, his huge cock down my throat, the way he'd looked at me with those bright blue eyes while jerking me off. Every time I tried to focus on homework or anything else, my mind would drift back to the feeling of his lips on mine, the taste of his cum, the weight of his body.
I told myself it was just learning. Just normal guy bonding and sex ed practice. That's what Brad had said, and he seemed to know what he was talking about. Nothing gay about it at all.
But fuck, I couldn't wait for 4 PM.
When the doorbell finally rang at exactly four o'clock, I practically sprinted down the stairs. My parents were at work again—thank god—so I had the house to myself. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and opened the door.
Brad stood on my doorstep grinning like an excited puppy, and my jaw nearly dropped.
He was shirtless.
His entire upper body was on display—those massive, rounded pecs that I'd been fantasizing about all day, his thick arms, his perfect eight-pack abs, his broad shoulders. His skin was slightly tanned and smooth, and I could see a light sheen of sweat on his chest, like he'd just finished working out. His pecs looked even bigger than yesterday, two heavy globes of muscle that jutted out from his torso, and I could see his small pink nipples already slightly hard in the afternoon air.
"Hey, buddy!" Brad said enthusiastically, his smile bright and genuine. He was wearing the same tight jeans from yesterday, the obscene bulge clearly visible running down his left thigh. "Ready for day two of sex ed? We're gonna cover some really important stuff today!"
Before I could respond, Brad stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug.
My face pressed directly between his massive pecs.
The sensation was overwhelming—the warmth of his skin, the firmness of the muscle, the slight dampness of sweat. His pec tits completely engulfed the sides of my face, soft and heavy and perfect, and I could smell him—masculine and musky and intoxicating, with a hint of clean soap underneath. I felt his arms wrap around me, strong and secure, pulling me closer against his bare chest.
"Missed you, man!" Brad said cheerfully, and I felt the vibration of his voice through his chest against my face.
Without thinking, I turned my head slightly and pressed my face deeper between his pecs, inhaling his scent. The movement made my face slide between those massive globes, and I realized I was basically motorboating him. Brad laughed, the sound warm and delighted, and I felt his pecs bounce and jiggle against my cheeks.
"Ha! Someone's eager to learn today!" Brad said, ruffling my hair playfully with one big hand. He held me there for a moment longer, my face buried in his chest, and I couldn't help but rub my cheeks against the smooth, warm skin of his pec tits. They were so soft and firm at the same time, so heavy and perfect, and I wanted to stay there forever.
Finally, Brad pulled back, still grinning. "Come on, buddy. Let's get upstairs and start your lesson. We've got a lot to cover today."
I led him upstairs in a daze, hyperaware of his presence behind me—his bare torso, his massive body, the sound of his breathing. When we got to my room, Brad immediately jumped onto my bed with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever, the mattress bouncing under his weight.
He stretched out on his back and put his hands behind his head, his arms flexed, his entire body on display like some kind of Greek god. His massive pecs jutted up from his chest, rising and falling with his breaths, and his abs were perfectly defined, each muscle clearly visible. The position made his jeans stretch tight across his crotch, and I could see the outline of his huge cock clearly—thick and long, running down his thigh, already starting to harden.
"Fuck," I breathed, unable to stop myself.
Brad looked so fucking sexy like that—confident and relaxed and powerful, his muscular body spread out on my basketball-themed sheets, his bright blue eyes locked on mine with that friendly, encouraging expression. His biceps bulged where his hands were clasped behind his head, and I could see the definition in his shoulders and chest, the way his pecs cast shadows on his torso.
"Alright, so today we're gonna cover more advanced stuff," Brad said, his grin widening. "Really important techniques that'll help you understand sexual health and reproduction. You ready?"
"Yeah," I said, my voice coming out slightly hoarse. "Let me just grab my textbook—"
I turned toward my desk, but Brad laughed and sat up quickly. "Nah, man, forget the textbook. That stuff is so boring and clinical. We're doing hands-on learning, remember?"
Before I could respond, Brad reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the bed. I stumbled forward and he guided me on top of him, positioning me so I was straddling his hips, my knees on either side of his body, my ass pressed directly against his bulge.
I gasped at the contact. Even through our jeans, I could feel the heat and hardness of his massive cock, thick and throbbing beneath me. Brad's hands came to rest on my hips, his grip firm and warm, and he grinned up at me.
"There we go," he said, his voice slightly lower. "Much better position for learning. Now we can really focus on the important stuff."
My heart was hammering in my chest. I was acutely aware of every point of contact between our bodies—my ass on his bulge, my hands resting on his bare chest for balance, the heat radiating from his skin. His massive pecs were right there in front of me, rising and falling with his breaths, and I wanted so badly to touch them.
"So, lesson one for today," Brad said, his hands sliding from my hips to my waist, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my sides. "Foreplay. Super important for sex and reproduction. You can't just jump straight to penetration—you gotta warm your partner up first, get them excited and ready. And one of the best ways to do that is through touching and stimulation of erogenous zones."
His hands moved up my sides, slowly, deliberately, and I shivered at the contact. "The chest is a major erogenous zone," Brad continued, his blue eyes locked on mine. "Especially for women—their breasts are super sensitive, and most of them love having them touched and played with. It's important you know how to do it right."
Brad's hands reached my chest and he squeezed gently through my t-shirt, his palms pressing against my pecs. Even through the fabric, the sensation made me gasp.
"But you can't really learn properly with clothes on," Brad said with a grin. "Come on, buddy. Shirt off. Let's do this right."
I pulled my shirt over my head with shaking hands, tossing it aside. Brad's eyes traveled over my bare torso appreciatively, and I felt a flush of pride. My swimmer's body was on full display—my shoulders broad and defined, my pecs firm and prominent, my abs tight and visible, my skin smooth.
His palms pressed against my pecs, warm and slightly rough, and he squeezed gently. I moaned, the sound escaping before I could stop it. My pecs were sensitive, and the feeling of his big hands on them made my cock throb in my jeans.
"See?" Brad said, his thumbs finding my nipples and rubbing over them through slow circles. "Feels good, right? Now imagine how good it'll feel for a girl when you do this to her."
He pinched my nipples gently and I gasped, my back arching slightly. They hardened under his touch, becoming stiff little points, and Brad grinned.
"Perfect," he said. "Now, here's the thing—the best way to learn how to touch someone else is to practice on a buddy first. That way you can really understand what feels good, what techniques work best. So I'm gonna guide you through it."
Brad's hands left my chest and moved to my hands, lifting them and placing them on his massive pecs.
The moment my palms made contact with his bare chest, I moaned. His pecs were incredible—so warm and smooth, firm muscle covered in soft skin, heavy and full in my hands. They were bigger than my hands could fully grasp, and I squeezed instinctively, feeling the density of the muscle, the weight of them.
"That's it, buddy," Brad encouraged, his own hands covering mine, guiding my movements. "Feel them, explore them. Get to know what they feel like. Now move your hands over them—yeah, just like that. Squeeze them, bounce them a little."
I followed his instructions, my hands roaming over his massive pecs, squeezing and kneading the heavy muscle. They jiggled slightly in my grip, soft and firm at the same time, and I was completely mesmerized. I could feel his heartbeat under my palms, strong and steady, and the warmth of his skin was intoxicating.
"Now the nipples," Brad said, his voice slightly breathless. "Super sensitive. You gotta pay attention to them."
I found his nipples with my thumbs—small and pink and already slightly hard. I rubbed over them in circles like he'd done to me, and Brad's breath hitched. His pecs flexed under my hands, the muscle jumping, and I felt a surge of power knowing I was making him feel good.
"Fuck, yeah," Brad groaned. "Just like that. Now—and this is important—a lot of women really love having their nipples sucked. It's one of the best foreplay techniques. So you should practice that."
His hands moved to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and he gently but firmly pulled my face down toward his chest.
"Go on, buddy," Brad said, his voice low and encouraging. "Suck on them. Get them nice and hard. Show me what you learned."
I hesitated for only a second before leaning down and wrapping my lips around his left nipple.
The taste of his skin exploded on my tongue—slightly salty from sweat, masculine and clean and perfect. His nipple was already hard, a small point against my tongue, and I sucked on it gently. Brad groaned, his hand tightening in my hair, and I felt his massive pec press against my face as he arched his back slightly.
"Oh fuck, buddy," Brad moaned. "That's good. That's really good. Use your tongue—yeah, flick it over the tip. Circle it. Fuck."
I did as he instructed, my tongue swirling around his hard nipple, flicking over the sensitive tip. I could feel it getting harder in my mouth, and I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks. Brad's other hand came to the back of my head, both of his big hands now holding me against his chest, and he moaned louder.
"Now the other one," Brad panted. "Don't neglect the other one."
I pulled off his left nipple with a wet pop and immediately moved to his right, wrapping my lips around it and sucking hard. This nipple was softer, not as hard yet, and I worked it with my tongue and lips until it was just as stiff as the first. Brad's massive pec filled my vision, smooth and perfect, and I pressed my face against it as I sucked, feeling the weight and warmth of it.
"Fuck yes," Brad groaned, his back arching more. "You're a natural at this, Colton. Seriously. Any girl would be so lucky to have you sucking on her tits like this."
I got more enthusiastic, more sloppy with it. I moved between his nipples, sucking hard on one and then the other, using my tongue to flick and circle and tease. Spit started to drip down his chest, making his skin slick and shiny, and I didn't care. I was completely lost in it—the taste of his skin, the feeling of his hard nipples in my mouth, the weight of his massive pecs against my face, the sounds of his moans.
I playfully bit down on his left nipple, tugging it gently with my teeth, and Brad nearly shouted.
"Oh fuck, buddy!" he gasped, his hips bucking up beneath me. I could feel his huge cock throbbing against my ass through our jeans, rock hard and massive. "Fuck, that's good. Do it again."
I bit down on his right nipple, tugging it, then moved back to the left and did the same. Brad was moaning continuously now, his hands gripping my hair tight, his massive body trembling beneath me. His pecs were flushed and slick with my spit, his nipples hard and red and swollen from my attention.
"Now push them together," Brad panted. "Push my pecs together and rub your face between them. Girls love that—makes them feel sexy and desired."
I pulled back and used both hands to push his massive pecs together, creating a deep valley of smooth, warm muscle. Then I buried my face between them, rubbing my cheeks against the soft skin, inhaling his masculine scent. His pec tits completely engulfed my face, warm and heavy and perfect, and I moaned into them.
"Fuck yeah," Brad groaned, his hands still in my hair. "That's it, buddy. Worship those tits. Show them how much you love them. Fuck, you're doing such a good job. Any girl would be creaming her panties right now having you suck and worship her tits like this. You're gonna make so many chicks cum just from playing with their tits, I can tell."
His dirty talk made my cock throb painfully in my jeans. I kept rubbing my face between his pecs, kissing and licking the smooth skin, occasionally moving to suck on his nipples again. Brad's breathing was heavy and ragged, his body trembling, and I could feel his massive cock pulsing against my ass.
"Okay, okay," Brad finally said, his voice strained. He gently pulled my head up, and I looked at him with dazed eyes. His face was flushed, his lips parted, his blue eyes dark with arousal. "Fuck, buddy, you're too good at that. We gotta move on to the next lesson before I lose it."
He grinned at me, that same bright, friendly smile, and I grinned back, my lips swollen and slick with spit.
"Next lesson," Brad said, his hands moving to my hips. "Eating pussy. Super important skill. Most guys don't know how to do it right, but if you can make a girl cum with your tongue, she'll be yours forever. So you gotta learn the proper technique."
I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding. "Okay. How do we—"
Before I could finish, Brad lifted me off his lap with ease—his strength was incredible—and set me aside. Then he rolled over onto his stomach, his massive body stretching out on my bed, and reached down to push his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips.
My mouth went dry.
Brad's ass was fucking perfect. Two huge, round, muscular globes that jutted out from his body, smooth and firm and flawless. His bubble butt was the kind you saw on professional athletes, each cheek perfectly shaped and defined, and as he arched his back slightly, pushing his ass up, I could see everything.
His massive cock was trapped beneath him, pressed against my basketball sheets, so hard I could see it throbbing. And between his perfect ass cheeks, I could see his hole—pink and smooth and tight, winking slightly as he shifted his hips.
"Come here, buddy," Brad said, looking back at me over his shoulder with a playful grin. He reached back with both hands and grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them apart to give me a better view. His hole was fully exposed now, a tight pink ring surrounded by smooth skin, and I watched it clench and relax. "This is how you're gonna learn about eating pussy. Best way to understand the technique is to practice on a buddy first."
"But that's not—" I started, my brain trying to process what he was saying.
"It's the same principle," Brad interrupted, his grin widening. "You gotta use your tongue, get everything nice and wet, warm them up before penetration. The technique is exactly the same. Plus, practicing on a guy means you can really focus on the mechanics without worrying about, you know, actual pussy. It's just learning, buddy. Totally normal."
He spread his ass cheeks wider, his hole winking at me. "Come on. Start at the taint—that's the spot between the balls and the hole—and lick all the way up. Nice and slow. Get a feel for it."
My hands were shaking as I moved closer, positioning myself between his thick thighs. Up close, his ass was even more perfect—smooth and muscular, his hole pink and clean and somehow inviting. I could smell him, that masculine musk mixed with clean soap, and my mouth watered.
I leaned down and stuck out my tongue, pressing it against his taint like he'd instructed. His skin was warm and smooth, slightly salty, and I dragged my tongue slowly up over his hole.
Brad groaned, his whole body shuddering. "Oh fuck, buddy. That's perfect. Do it again."
I did, licking from his taint up over his tight hole, feeling it clench against my tongue. The taste was surprisingly clean and slightly sweet, and I found I didn't mind it at all. In fact, I kind of liked it.
"Good, good," Brad panted, pushing his ass back toward my face. "Now focus on the hole. Circle it with your tongue, get it nice and wet. Girls need a lot of warm-up before penetration, so you gotta be thorough."
I pressed my tongue directly against his hole and started circling it, tracing the tight ring of muscle. Brad moaned louder, his hands gripping his ass cheeks tighter, spreading himself wider for me. His hole was clenching and relaxing against my tongue, and I could feel the heat of it.
"Fuck yes," Brad groaned. "Now get sloppy with it. Don't be shy. Spit on it, slobber on it. The wetter the better."
I let spit pool in my mouth and then drooled it onto his hole, watching it drip down over the pink skin. Then I pressed my face between his ass cheeks and started licking enthusiastically, getting my tongue and lips and chin all wet and messy. The sounds were obscene—wet and sloppy—and Brad was moaning continuously, his hips grinding against the bed.
"That's it, buddy," Brad panted. "You're such a quick learner. Now push your tongue inside. Tongue-fuck me. Show me you understand how to really warm up a pussy."
I pressed the tip of my tongue against his hole and pushed. There was resistance at first, the muscle tight, but then it relaxed and my tongue slipped inside. Brad nearly shouted, his whole body jerking, and I felt his hole clench around my tongue.
"Oh fuck!" Brad moaned. "Fuck, buddy, yes! Just like that!"
I started fucking him with my tongue, pushing it in and out, feeling his tight heat around it. I used my hands to spread his ass cheeks wider, burying my face deeper between them, and I licked and sucked and slobbered all over his hole. Spit was everywhere, dripping down his crack, making everything slick and messy, and I loved it.
I pulled back for a second to catch my breath, and without thinking, I raised my hand and brought it down hard on his right ass cheek.
The smack echoed in the room, and Brad's ass jiggled from the impact. He moaned loudly, his hole clenching.
"Fuck yeah, buddy!" Brad groaned. "You're getting good at this! Spank me again!"
I spanked his other cheek, watching it jiggle and turn slightly pink, and Brad pushed his ass back against my face. I dove back in, tongue-fucking him harder, my face completely buried between his muscular ass cheeks. I could barely breathe, surrounded by his smooth skin and masculine scent, but I didn't care. I was completely lost in it—the taste of him, the feeling of his hole clenching around my tongue, the sounds of his moans, the way his perfect bubble butt felt in my hands.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Brad was chanting, his hips grinding. "You're so good at this, Colton. So fucking good. Any girl would be screaming right now with your tongue in her pussy like this. Fuck."
I kept going, alternating between tongue-fucking him deep and licking broad strokes over his hole, occasionally pulling back to spit on it before diving back in. My jaw was starting to ache and my tongue was getting tired, but I didn't want to stop. Brad's ass was perfect, his hole was perfect, and the way he was moaning and trembling beneath me made me feel powerful and desired.
Finally, Brad reached back and gently pushed my head away. "Okay, okay, buddy," he panted, his voice strained. "Fuck, you gotta stop or I'm gonna cum just from that. You're way too good."
I sat back on my heels, gasping for air, my face completely soaked with spit. I could taste him on my tongue, could feel the wetness dripping down my chin. Brad's hole was slick and swollen, clenching and relaxing, and his ass cheeks were flushed and slightly pink from my spanking.
Brad flipped over suddenly, and his massive cock swung up and smacked me right in the face.
I gasped at the impact—his cock was so hard it was like getting hit with a steel rod wrapped in velvet. It left a streak of precum across my cheek, hot and slick, and I could smell him, musky and masculine and intoxicating.
I looked up at Brad and grinned.
Without waiting for instruction, I wrapped my hand around the base of his massive cock and took the head into my mouth.
"Oh fuck, buddy!" Brad groaned, his hands immediately moving to my hair. "Fuck yes!"
I sucked him eagerly, remembering everything he'd taught me yesterday. I used my tongue to swirl around the head, flicked over his slit to lap up the precum leaking there, then started bobbing my head, taking more and more of his thick shaft into my mouth. The taste of him exploded on my tongue—salty and masculine and perfect—and I moaned around his cock.
"That's it," Brad panted, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Fuck, you're learning so well. You're gonna pass that exam easy, buddy. Gonna ace it. Any girl would be so lucky to get head from you."
I pulled off his cock with a wet pop and grinned up at him, spit dripping from my lips. "Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah," Brad groaned. "You're a natural. Now show me what else you learned."
I dove back down, taking him deeper this time. I relaxed my throat and pushed down until the head hit the back of my throat, then kept going, fighting my gag reflex. I managed to take about seven inches before I had to pull back, coughing and gasping, spit dripping down my chin and his shaft.
"Good, good," Brad encouraged. "Keep practicing. You'll get it all eventually."
I went back down, bobbing my head faster, using my hand to stroke what I couldn't fit in my mouth. The wet sounds filled the room—slurping and gagging and moaning—and Brad's hips started to thrust up slightly, fucking my mouth.
Then I remembered something. I pulled off his cock and looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. "Can I... can I try something?"
"Anything, buddy," Brad said with a grin. "This is all about learning."
I shifted my position slightly and reached down between his legs. His hole was still slick and loose from my tongue, and I pressed my index finger against it. Brad's eyes widened slightly, then darkened with lust.
"Oh fuck," he breathed. "Yeah, buddy. Do it."
I pushed my finger inside slowly, feeling his tight heat engulf it. Brad moaned loudly, his back arching, and I felt his hole clench around my finger. I started moving it in and out, slowly at first, then faster, and Brad's moans got louder.
Then I wrapped my lips around his cock again and started sucking while I fingered him.
"Oh my fucking god!" Brad shouted, his whole body trembling. "Oh fuck, buddy, fuck!"
I worked him with my mouth and finger, finding a rhythm—sucking hard on his cock while pushing my finger deep inside him, feeling his hole clench and his cock throb. I added a second finger, stretching him, and Brad's hands gripped my hair so tight it almost hurt.
His dirty talk and encouragement stopped. He just moaned and groaned, his hips bucking, his massive body trembling. I could tell he was completely lost in the pleasure, forgetting that he was supposed to be tutoring me, just focused on the sensation of my mouth on his cock and my fingers inside him.
I crooked my fingers slightly and felt something firm and slightly spongy inside him. I pressed against it and Brad nearly screamed.
"FUCK!" he shouted, his whole body jerking. "Oh fuck, right there, buddy! Right fucking there!"
I pressed against that spot again and again while sucking his cock hard, and Brad was completely gone, moaning and cursing and trembling. His massive pecs were heaving with his ragged breaths, bouncing and jiggling, and sweat was dripping down his perfect body.
"Gonna cum," Brad gasped. "Fuck, buddy, gonna cum!"
I doubled my efforts, sucking harder, fingering him faster, pressing against that spot inside him. Brad's cock swelled in my mouth, throbbing, and then he was cumming with a shout.
Hot, thick cum flooded my mouth, shooting against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow like I had yesterday, but there was so much of it, and it kept coming. I swallowed once, twice, but cum was leaking out around my lips, dripping down my chin and his shaft. I pulled back, coughing, and the last few spurts shot across my face, hot and thick, covering my cheeks and nose.
When Brad finally stopped cumming, I sat back, gasping, my face completely covered in his cum. It was dripping down my chin, across my cheeks, even in my hair. I could taste it on my tongue, salty and thick, and I looked up at Brad with dazed eyes.
Brad was staring down at me with the biggest, dumbest grin I'd ever seen, like a golden retriever who'd just been given the best treat of his life. His massive pecs were still heaving, his body covered in sweat, and his cock was still hard, twitching against his abs.
"Holy fuck, buddy," Brad said, his voice rough. "That was... fuck. You're doing so well. Like, seriously. You're such a good student."
He reached down and helped me up onto the bed, pulling me close. I was acutely aware of his cum all over my face, but Brad didn't seem to care. He just grinned at me with that bright, enthusiastic smile.
"Okay," Brad said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Now it's time for the most important lesson. Penetration. You ready, buddy?"
My eyes went wide. "Wait, what—"
But Brad was already moving, flipping us over with ease so he was on top of me, his massive body covering mine. I was on my back, looking up at him, and he was grinning down at me with that same friendly, encouraging expression. His huge cock was pressed against my stomach, still hard and throbbing, and I could feel the weight of it.
"Here's the thing," Brad said, reaching down to unbutton my jeans. "The best way to learn how to fuck like a king is to experience what it feels like for the girl. That way you'll understand what feels good, what angles work best, how to make her cum. It's all about empathy and understanding, buddy. Totally educational."
He pulled my jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, and my cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Brad's eyes traveled over my body appreciatively—my swimmer's build, my tight abs, my hard cock—and he licked his lips.
He pushed my legs up and apart, exposing my hole, and I felt a flutter of nervousness in my stomach. Brad leaned down and let a long string of spit drip from his mouth onto my hole, and I gasped at the sensation—warm and wet and intimate.
"Brad, I don't know if—" I started, but he cut me off.
"Trust me, buddy," Brad said, his blue eyes locked on mine. "This is the best way to learn. You'll understand so much more about sex and how to please a partner. It's all part of comprehensive sex ed."
He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his massive cock pressing against my hole. I could feel the heat of it, the size of it, and my heart was hammering in my chest.
"Just relax," Brad said softly, one of his big hands rubbing my thigh soothingly. "I'll go slow. We've got plenty of lube from earlier—your spit, my cum. It'll be fine."
Then he started to push inside.
The pressure was immediate and intense. His cockhead was so big, stretching me, and I gasped, my hands flying to grip the sheets. Brad pushed slowly but steadily, and I felt the head pop past the tight ring of muscle.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped, my eyes rolling back. The sensation was overwhelming—fullness and pressure and a slight burn, but also something else. Something that felt... good?
"That's it, buddy," Brad encouraged, his voice strained. "You're doing great. Just breathe. Relax into it."
He pushed deeper, inch by inch, and I could feel every bit of his massive cock sliding inside me. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but Brad kept going, his eyes locked on mine, his massive pecs heaving with his heavy breaths.
When he was about halfway in, he stopped and grinned down at me. Then he flexed his pecs, making them bounce.
Despite the overwhelming sensation of being stretched around his cock, I couldn't help but stare. His pecs were so fucking perfect, bouncing and jiggling, and I wanted to touch them so badly.
"Like that?" Brad asked with a playful wink. "Thought you might need a distraction."
Then he shifted his hips, grinding deeper, and suddenly he hit something inside me that made my whole body jerk.
"OH FUCK!" I nearly screamed, my back arching off the bed. Pleasure exploded through me, so intense it was almost painful, radiating out from that spot inside me to every nerve ending in my body.
"There it is," Brad said with a satisfied grin. "Your g-spot. Or, well, your prostate. Same principle as a girl's g-spot though. If you angle your cock right, you can hit it over and over and make your partner cum so hard they see stars."
He pulled back slightly and thrust forward, hitting that spot again, and I nearly screamed again. My hands flew up to grip his massive pecs, squeezing them desperately, and Brad moaned.
"Fuck, buddy," Brad groaned. "You feel so good. So tight and hot. Now pay attention—this is important. When you're fucking a girl, you gotta find the right angle. Like this."
He leaned over me, changing the angle of his hips, and started to thrust. Every thrust hit that spot inside me perfectly, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was moaning continuously, my hands squeezing and kneading his massive pecs, and Brad was grunting with effort.
"See?" Brad panted. "Angle is everything. You hit that spot right, and she'll be cumming in no time. Let me show you."
He pulled back until just the head was inside me, then slammed forward, hitting my prostate dead-on.
I almost screamed, the pleasure so intense I couldn't think. Brad did it again, and again, pounding against that spot with precision. My cock was leaking precum all over my stomach, throbbing and untouched, and I could feel pressure building in my balls.
"That's it," Brad groaned, his voice rough. "Feel that? That's what you wanna do. Pound that spot. Make them feel it."
He started fucking me harder, faster, his massive cock sliding in and out of my tight hole, hitting my prostate with every thrust. The wet sounds filled the room—skin slapping against skin, the squelch of his cock in my hole—and we were both moaning and grunting.
Sweat dripped from Brad's body onto mine. I could feel it on my chest, my stomach, mixing with my own sweat. His massive pecs were bouncing with every thrust, jiggling in my hands, and I squeezed them desperately, pinching his nipples. Brad groaned louder, his thrusts getting harder.
"You're such a good student," Brad grunted in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Taking my cock so well. Learning so much. Fuck, buddy, you feel amazing."
He shifted again, pushing my legs up higher, and suddenly he sank even deeper. I felt his cockhead push past something inside me, a second ring of resistance, and the sensation was indescribable.
"Oh my god," I gasped, my whole body trembling. "What—"
"That's your second hole," Brad groaned, his voice strained. "Your inner pussy. When you get this deep in a girl, when you push past that second ring, that's when the sex gets really good. That's when you can really make her feel it."
He ground his hips, his cockhead pressing against that second ring, and I felt so full, so stretched, so completely overwhelmed. His massive cock was buried inside me balls-deep, and I could feel his heavy balls pressed against my ass.
"This is how you fuck," Brad panted, starting to move again. "Deep and hard. Make them feel every inch. Breed them."
He started pounding into me, his cock sliding in and out of my tight hole, hitting my prostate and pushing against that second ring with every thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, building and building, and I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Brad!" I gasped. "Brad, I'm gonna—"
"Do it," Brad groaned. "Cum for me, buddy. Show me what you learned."
My whole body tensed, my back arching, my hands gripping Brad's massive pecs so tight I was probably leaving marks. Then I was cumming, harder than I'd ever cum in my life. My cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting thick ropes of cum all over my stomach and chest, some even hitting my chin. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of intense pleasure, and through it all, Brad kept fucking me.
He didn't stop. He kept pounding into me, hitting my prostate, prolonging my orgasm until I was nearly sobbing from the intensity. My hole was clenching around his cock, my whole body trembling and shaking, and I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only feel.
"That's it, buddy," Brad groaned, his thrusts getting erratic. "Fuck, that's so hot. You're so hot. Gonna make me cum. Gonna—fuck, buddy, the best way to fuck is to breed. Gotta cum inside. Gotta fill you up."
My eyes went wide as I realized what he meant, but before I could say anything, Brad slammed in deep and held there. I felt his cock swell inside me, throbbing, and then I felt it—hot spurts of cum flooding my insides, filling me up. Brad groaned loudly in my ear, his whole body shaking, his massive cock pulsing again and again as he emptied himself inside me.
"Fuck," Brad panted, his breath hot against my neck. "Fuck, buddy. That was... fuck."
He stayed inside me for a moment, both of us gasping and trembling, our bodies covered in sweat and cum. Then he lifted his head and grinned down at me, that same bright, friendly smile.
"Good thing I only teach sex ed to boys," Brad said with a wink. "If I was doing this with girls, I'd probably have gotten a bunch of them pregnant by now."
He pulled out slowly, and I gasped at the sensation—the slide of his cock, the sudden emptiness, the feeling of his cum starting to leak out of my hole. Brad looked down and groaned appreciatively.
"Fuck, that's hot," he said. "You look so good like this, buddy."
Then he glanced at the clock on my nightstand and his eyes widened. "Oh shit! I'm late for my next tutoring session!"
He jumped off the bed with surprising energy for someone who'd just fucked me senseless, and started pulling on his clothes. I just lay there, completely spent, my body still trembling with aftershocks, cum leaking out of my hole and drying on my stomach.
Brad pulled on his jeans and tank top, then grabbed his bag. At my bedroom door, he turned back and grinned at me.
"You did amazing today, buddy," he said enthusiastically. "Seriously. You learned so much. Next time, though, you're gonna have to show me what you learned. Prove you really understand all the techniques. Sound good?"
I could only nod weakly, still too dazed to form words.
"Awesome!" Brad said. "See you tomorrow, buddy. Same time. We'll keep working on this until you're a total expert."
Then he was gone, bounding down the stairs with that same puppy-like energy, leaving me alone in my room, naked and covered in cum and sweat, my hole leaking his load, my mind spinning.
What the fuck had just happened?
But even as I asked myself that question, I was already looking forward to tomorrow's session.