My Freshman Math Tutor Taught Me More Than Math

I went to a state college a couple of hours from home. It was my first time away. I lived in a dorm, and was registered in the standard freshman course load. Math was kicking my ass and I was in danger of flunking the course. My parents told me to get a tutor.

The math department recommended this graduate student. I went to his apartment, a guy in his late twenties, a picture of himself in a Navy uniform, real furniture. We sat at the dining table. He waded in and figured my problems were in high school, and I didn't know calculous. So he told me we had to remediate that.

I asked for permission to use the bathroom. On the counter was a towel, an atomically sized penis and this string of glass beads. On the top of the toilet a magazine in oriental writing. In a foreign language I would later learn was Japanese. Naked young men, boys really, many in relaxed poses, others with erections, holding erections. He knocked on the door and asked if I was alright.

I hurried back apologizing, he figured out what I had seen. He asked me if I ever thought about how lucky I was to have a penis, and how good it felt to get an erection. The topic shifted from math. What did I think? He told me when he served in Japan there was another culture, they worshipped the penis, the more erect the better. It opened his eyes as to how lucky he was.

He went to the bathroom and brought back the dildo, he gave it to me and asked me to hold it in my fist. Leaning into me he asked me to imagine holding a hot live erect penis in my hand? Did I want to try? How about it? His hand had moved up my thigh onto my lap, holding my semi erect penis in his hand. Taking my hand he put it in his lap, pressing it down on his penis.

He took me to his room, took my pants off and sucked on my penis, I was painfully erect, holding my balls and pressing his finger against my anus. Changing his position, he took his pants off and his erection stood out and he asked me to hold it, to put his penis in my mouth. After a while, he put his erect penis against mine, used some cream he had beside the bed and jerked up and down on our penises in his hand. I felt the urge to cum, and ejaculated. He laughed and pushed me on my back, getting between my legs, he took some cream and swabbed my butt. His penis rubbed up against me, he lifted my legs and penetrated me completely.

I felt embarrassed afterwards, but not at the moment, I didn't want it to stop. I had never knowingly met a homosexual, nor had I ever envisioned me being one. Here I was naked on a bed with a man, his penis had just been in my rectum. He leaned forward and kissed me.

I did pass math with a C. I became his boy for the semester. He left after graduating that December, leaving me his dildo which I have to this day. Over the semester I learned about his anal beads he had bought in Japan, he had me insert them in his anus one by one, before he took me and inserted his penis. Only after he had satisfied himself he had me pull them out slowly, each little glass ball had tiny teeth that drove him crazy.

Oh, and the magazine, he had many copies, he got them in the mail. They were enthralling in the bathroom, those good looking boys and their beautiful penises. Yes, I worship an erect penis. I traveled abroad and purchased an eight inch life sized stone carved erect penis which I have as a conversation piece on my coffee table.