My tutor

At the tender age of 13 I was lucky enough to cross paths with a gentleman who would show me so much sexually. I enrolled in an after school work program that paired kids up with folks who needed work done around their home. I was matched up with Mr. Wilson. He lived on the edge of town and I rode my bike there. I knocked on his door and this grey haired man, maybe in his late 50s, opened up and introduced himself. He invited me in and offered me some water. While he was getting me water from the kitchen I looked around his living room and noticed some "odd" things. A sculpture of two men in a 69 position, books with graphic pics, etc. I did not really think anything of it at the time.

So the pattern for the first few visits was a pleasant greeting and tasked to do some work around the place, yard work, moving things, etc. One really hot summer day, while I was outside working he opened the back door and told me to come in and cool off for a bit. I was relieved and took advantage of the offer. We sat in his living room and I noticed the books from the last time on the coffee table. He noticed me glancing at them. Without missing a beat, he told me to look through them. Without hesitation I grabbed one and flipped through them. They were filled with men and women in all kinds of sexual engagement. I picked up another one and it was all men. I really liked this one. Hard cocks, smooth men, hairy men, etc. For whatever reason, I was fixated and I did not notice Mr. Wilson get out of his chair and make his way over to me. He was standing right next to me and began stroking my hair. I looked up and did not say anything. He reached down and felt between my legs and felt my hard-on. He smiled and said that I must really enjoy the pictures! I smiled back and said yes. He asked me if it was okay if he showed me his penis, because it was also hard.

I just nodded and he began undoing his belt, zipper and next thing I know here is this large adult cock inches from my face.