Well it's been an interesting semester. I go to a small liberal arts school and foreign languages are part of the curriculum but I'm the whitest boy EVER and I can barely speak proper English so I enlisted the help of a tutor for my Spanish course.

My tutors name is Alejandro and he is European. His native language is Spanish and he also knows Italian. Ultra sexy! His accent is enough to make me pop a boner. When I was assigned to him I nearly jumped with joy because I never thought I'd see him again after our course we had together last semester was over.

I remember when I first met him we had to work together in a small group and when we went up in front of the class we would like just casually brush against me and I was blushing and I was practically in love with him when I first saw him. We talked a few times but nothing too special, he actually annoyed me because he was just so straight and I wanted to hit him every time he was showing off for the girls in class, yeah a little jealous but oh well.

This semester came and I called him for our first session and I was blushing over the phone, I know very lame. But we met and I couldn't even LOOK at him without blushing so I just kept my head down. But after the third week or so I was fine with him and I kind of got over my crush.

We met this particular week, normal week, nothing major. We became kind of friends; we ate together a few times at the dining hall and stuff like that. He seemed like he really cared if I did well which was major for me. But at the end of our session he asked me if I've kissed a girl (I'm completely out and I don't care who knows) and I said "That's none of your business" and he just smiled like a little bastard and replied "You have" and I shot back "Have you ever kissed a guy?" and he kind of just looked down and blushed "Maybe, if I was drunk or something it could of happened" and I was in complete shock, just the way he physically responded made me believe that he truly believes he's made out with a guy.

After our conversation we walked over to the dining hall but we were talking about the movie "Y Tu Mama Tambien" (which is what got us talking about guy on guy kissing) and I just causally said that one of the actors had to wear a prosthetic penis because he was really uncircumcised when he was supposed to be circumcised (something like that) and I off handedly said "I really wish I wasn't circumcised" and he looked at me and replied "Many other countries don't practice circumcision unless they're Jewish" which I knew but after a brief pause he kind of looked down and with a little smile he informed me "Ya know, I'm not circumcised" and I almost creamed my pants right then and there.

A few more weeks went by, I started unbashfully flirting with him and he took it in stride. I remember on one homework assignment we had to talk about what so and so was doing on the weekend so I asked Alejandro how to say masturbating in Spanish and I constructed a sentence saying he's masturbating this weekend, then he was being a typically