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E17 | The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place (Tutor-Jock Special)
🕑 Added 2025-05-27 21:30:04 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
We got a custom request from a fan named George; he wanted a classic jock-tutor roleplay, complete with a full script where dumb Brad flunks his test and takes it out on his strict little tutor. But when the cameras started rolling, I decided to flip the script. Because if Brad was gonna play the dumb jock, then I was gonna make him earn that passing grade by fucking some knowledge into him.
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Brad sat at the desk like he was born to play this role.... Slouched, smug, legs wide open in his varsity jacket with nothing underneath, cock already half-hard in his sweats. That stupid hot grin playing at his lips.
“Mr. Thompson,” I said, voice cold and clipped. “You're late. Again.”
I circled behind him, eyes narrowed through my black-rimmed glasses. “You’ve failed three quizzes, skipped your last two assignments, and now you waltz into my office late like you own the place.”
Brad looked up, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Sorry, sir. I’ve been a bad student.”
“Is that so?”
He bit back a grin, barely holding the role together. “Real bad. I forgot my homework… and the last test? Yeah. I kinda skipped that too.”
The air thick between us. I could see his shoulders tense. See his breathing shift when I stepped closer. “You think this is a game?” I snapped.
He flinched, then smiled. “A little.”
I dropped the clipboard to the desk with a loud smack. “Let’s see if I can fuck some knowledge into you.”
Brad laughed, eyes wide. “Fuck. That line is so good.”
I didn’t break character. I stepped right up to his chair, leaned over him, voice low and sharp. “This is your final warning, Mr. Thompson. Stand up.”
He stood slowly, trying not to smirk, trying to keep up. His cock strained against the front of his sweats, thick and eager, leaking a dark stain into the fabric. His face was flushed but cocky. Like he knew this would end with him on his back or in this case, bent over the desk.
I moved in behind him. “Hands on the desk.”
He hesitated just enough for me to lean in and whisper, firmer, “Now.”
He bent forward, palms flat against the wood, jacket bunching at his shoulders. His ass...full, high, tight in those sweats pushed out naturally, begging.
I grabbed his shoulder and spun him to face the desk. “Bend over,” I said.
His breath caught. “Yes, sir.”
He leaned down, palms flat against the wood, and that perfect, gym-honed ass arched back just enough to tease.
I stepped in, running a hand down his spine. The shift in him was electric, playful brat fading into something deeper. More obedient. I dragged a finger along the waistband, slow and deliberate. “This what you wore to tutoring, Mr. Thompson? No underwear?”
He looked over his shoulder with a grin. “Thought I’d stay after class for some extra lessons sir..…”
“You’ve wasted my time all semester,” I said, slipping my fingers lower. “Skipped classes. Lied about your assignments. Failed every damn quiz.”
“I’m sorry....sirr......”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” I said. “You need correction.”
I yanked the sweats down in one motion, baring that jock ass. His cheeks tensed as the air hit his skin. I didn’t give him time to adjust, I stepped in, spread him open, and spit between his butt cheeks. He twitched, groaning.
“You really are a dumb jock,” I muttered. “Always showing up unprepared for our classes.”
He giggled, but I shut it down with a slap, hard, clean, echoing through the room. His ass bounced, pinking under my hand. He gasped. “Sir.....”
“You speak when spoken to,” I said, leaning in, rubbing my cock against his ass.
I was hard. So hard it hurt. I lined myself up, not slow. Not gentle.
“You ready to earn your extra credit?” I growled.
He looked back at me, eyes glassy. “Yes, sir. I am eager to learn.”
I pushed my cock in with a firm thrust that made him jolt forward, fingers clutching at the desk edge. I pushed in deeper, slow and firm. The stretch pulled a deep gasp from his throat. I gripped his waist hard, burying my cock deeper, inch by inch, until I was balls deep in him.
“Oh fuck, Cody......” he hissed.
“Quiet. Mr. Thompson. Focus and learn,” I snapped, hips rolling in deeper. His hole hugged me tight, twitching around the stretch.
Every push in made the desk creak. Every moan from Brad was muffled, half-swallowed, like he was trying to stay in character but his body had already broken.
I grabbed his hips. Slammed in.
Again.
Again.
Slam...
Slam...
He was squirming now, breath ragged, forehead pressed to his arm.
“S-Sir... I am learning a lot sir. I am enjoying these classes”
I didn’t move for a second. Just let him feel my cock deep buried in his hole... Let him take it. Then I pulled out halfway… and slammed my cock back in.
Smack.
His ass clapped against my thighs.
I reached under and wrapped a hand around his throat, pulling him upright so he was bent but still close, my chest to his back. “Gonna fuck this attitude out of you, Mr. Thompson.”
Brad moaned, louder this time, cock bouncing as I pounded him harder, rougher, slapping sounds mixing with his breathless gasps. His whole body shook every time I bottomed out.
I knew he was loving it. He was dripping onto the desk, cock leaking steady.
“You feel that?” I grunted. “That’s what failure gets you.”
“Yes...fuck...yes, sir. I am just a dumb jock sir. At his tutor's mercy”
My own body was on fire...every stroke, every flex of his ass, the tightness of his hole around me driving me to the edge. My grip tightened. My thrusts lost rhythm, turning frantic.
I grunted. “Fucking...take it.. Brad.. uh.. Mr. Thompson.. Take it all, you cocky little jock.”
He whimpered, “Yes, sir..yes, fuck me dumb.” "
And I did.
I leaned over him, grinding deeper, harder, not stopping for a second. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto his shoulder.
He was moaning now. Loud. Raw. Every sound honest.
I didn’t hold back. I fucked him like I meant it. Like every missed assignment deserved a thrust. Every skipped class earned a slap. My hand came down again on his ass, hard and punishing, even as I drove into him with everything I had. “Fucking tight,” I gasped. “You’re taking it so good.”
“Gonna fill you up, student,” I growled. “Gonna make sure you learn your fucking lesson.”
He nodded desperately, biting his lip, panting into the desk.
"Yes, Sir. I hope I get extra credit for this sir..."
And then I buried myself deep one last time and let go... spilling thick river of cum inside him, cock twitching hard as I filled his hole with every drop. I didn’t pull out right away. Just stood there, catching my breath, still inside him.
Brad shifted his hips. “Shit,” he whispered, wiggling a little. “Thank you Sir.. very insightful.. ”
I slowly slid out, letting my cock drag free of him.
He leaned forward, ass still arched, hole twitching...already trying to squeeze the cum that was oozing out of his ass.. almost about to drip.
I smacked his cheek again. “Keep it in, Mr. Thompson. Consider that your tutor’s gift for being such a good student today.”
He giggled, wiggling his hips proudly. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for the lesson sir.”
Then he turned around slowly, half-hard, sweaty, breathless and with the most fake innocent expression he could manage. “But, uh… Sir?” he said, blinking.
“What?”, I asked him.. Genuinely curious because Steve's script was supposed to end with the thank you line.
He rubbed the front of his cock like a tease. “What about my cock, Sir? Think you could maybe… teach it a lesson with your throat?”
I raised a brow, smirking.
This lesson wasn’t over.
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Baruch Barendregt
so hot
