Dalton could feel the bonds holding him tight to the bed posts. Wrapped around his wrists, he took the straps in his hands tugging at them, feigning an escape. His English tutor, was giving him a private lesson, which wasn’t in the book.. Dalton, blindfolded, could feel the warm breath of Sean on his cock. Expecting to be taken, Dalton’s erection grew. He was picturing Sean in his mind, lean, tan, muscular, all 6'2" inches of him hovering over his member. Waiting for conquest was torture , as Sean drew his nails down the middle of Dalton’s chest. He followed the trail of dark blonde hair from his belly into his pubes, then stopping. Grabbing Dalton’s nipples. Sean squeezed them, until Dalton begged for him to stop.

It was silent, and in the darkness from the mask, Dalton, was becoming claustrophobic. He reached out, trying to find his lover, but Sean dodged his grasp. The clock’s ticking was the only sound in the room, as Sean, barefoot, quietly snuck up on his prey, planting his smooth lips over Dalton’s mouth. Shoving his tongue deep into Dalton’s moist void, made him eager to take him, but he would be patient. As Dalton was really beginning to enjoy the feel of Sean’s tongue in his mouth, and the smell of his cologne, he was overcome with pain. Sean had bitten Dalton’s bottom lip, hard enough, that he could taste the blood, and feel it drip down his chin.

Dalton and Sean had been introduced on campus by Dalton’s professor. He was having trouble with sentence structure, and Sean needed the money. It was love at first sight for Sean, as Dalton was just his type. Slight, yet muscular built, with blonde hair and blue eyes, arousing him on the spot. However, Dalton had girlfriend, and no interest in exploring in the gay world.

Sean kept to business, as they studied once a week for about a month, until he couldn’t take it. He had been standing over Dalton’s shoulder, smelling the sweet shampoo in his beautiful sunburst hair, when he was about to collapse from the ache of his wanting him. He quickly excused himself to go to the restroom, for relief. Sean thought it had been quite a long time, so he went to the door, to check on his teacher. The door was open just a crack, for Dalton to peek in. Sean was taking slow methodically long strokes on his 8 inch member, with both hands. Dalton wasn’t sure what to do. He walked away, feeling the tingling of his own cock grow inside his jeans. It was worrying him, that seeing a man masturbate, was turning him on. The curiosity got the better of him, as he returned to the crack in the door. Sean was coming, spurt after spurt, into the toilet.

Rushing back to the table, to not get caught, and to not show his bulge, Dalton pretended to be studying his notes. Sean started going over Dalton’s writing, showing him his improper overuse of I said, in his dialogue.

“I saw you.”

“What?”, Dalton asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about. Looking back down at his book, he could feel his face flushing.

“Did you like what you saw? I know you aren’t gay, but you did come back for a second look.”

“You were gone so long, I was