Reader alert... in the interest of fair disclosure let me explain that while this is a gay male story please note that near the end readers will find a long row of ...........................
Beyond that point which comes halfway down on the second page the story takes a brief turn where it stops being a gay story. If readers do not wish to read anything other that gay material they should stop there and consider the story finished, judging it on the merits to that point.
I respect and appreciate my readers too much to sneak any surprises on you so please take this into account should you decide to read beyond the period line since it is different than the rest of the story.
Thanks and enjoy.
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My mother thought she was doing me a favor by getting me a tutor, and in a way she did because I did raise my grade enough so that my Math score got decent enough for the rest of my really good grades to get me onto the honor roll.
Most guys wanted a car or something lavish for their eighteenth birthday present but since Dad was gone it wasn't like we were all that flush. Besides, I don't know how Mom was even able to afford to pay for the tutor, but then again she had managed to stretch a buck well enough for us to live decently so I guess it's a talent.
The real favor was getting to meet Aaron, a bespectacled graduate student with skin of a mocha hue and a modest Afro, and although black folks were scarce in our neck of the woods back in the 70's somehow Mom had found this scholarly looking 25 year old African-American to mentor me. Mentor me, he did.
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I sat in my room waiting for Aaron, my math tutor, and all I could hope for was that this second session wouldn't be as embarrassing as the initial one the week before was.
It was awkward from the start for me, because in our part of upstate New York, black people were rather scarce (and this was the early 1970's when the term black was usually used) and while I wasn't scared of Aaron, who was about my height and weight and almost as nerdy looking, he was different than the people I was used to.
For his part Aaron did his best to be pleasant and friendly, seeming to understand my nervousness, and he did a lot of touching while he worked with me. His hand on my arm or on my shoulder as he tried to get me to be less dense about Math was meant to support me but only made me more nervous.
It was around that time when I figured out that I wasn't like most of the other guys. I loved girls, or at least that was what I claimed, but the fact was that I liked girls well enough but when it came to being attracted to them they usually left me rather cold.
That wasn't the same as what I felt when an elderly man gave me a lift one day when I was hitchhiking. When I ended up at my destination later I knew my life would never be the same.
The problem was that not only was I not all that handsome and had definite issues regarding self-esteem when it came to my body, I was also shy. Painfully so, so while Aaron's hand on my neck kneading softly was meant to get me to relax, it did the opposite.
Still and all, things would have been different if Aaron's hadn't asked if I had another protractor. I told me I did and it was in the drawer he was sitting next to. When Aaron tried to open the drawer it stuck, as it was prone to do from time to time, but when it jerked open something from the back of the deep shelf slid forward.
"What the?" I heard Aaron say, and while I was deep in thought while trying to solve a problem I was working on, when I saw what Aaron had taken out of the drawer I freaked out.
"Here you go," Aaron chuckled as he handed me the protractor instead of the dog-eared paperback book he had found. 'Well well, Timmy. Your mother know about your reading tastes?"
"Let me have it," I said as I unsuccessfully reached for the book, but after a brief game of keep-away I gave up and pretended I didn't care, even making up some cockamamie story about finding the book and having no interest in the lurid contents.
In fact I had bought that book and another one like it as soon as I was old enough to legally get into a porn shop down in the city. The other book like it was gone forever, with me having "loaned" it to this guy in the neighborhood in exchange for him letting me suck his cock in the woods.
The one Aaron was holding, which was a paperback book with grainy black and white photos, had a brief story line that explained that these two guys were sailors who were "more than friends". That happened to be the title of the book but the pictures left no doubt the two guys were sure way more than friends.
The two guys were not very handsome but the pictures were pretty graphic and the way the pages were curling was a testimony to how much I had read the book and how much I had gotten for my money in buying it. The fact that one of the guys was black did not go unnoticed by Aaron either.
"I'm not a kid," I insisted when Aaron kept asking me if my Mom knew about my tastes. "I'm 18 you know."
"You don't look it, but what I meant is about her knowing that you're a homosexual," Aaron asked, and although I told him that it was just a coincidence that the people in the book were men and I really dug girls, the way he looked at me suggested he thought I was a full of shit as I truly was.
"Nothing wrong with it, you know," Aaron concluded as he leafed to the back of the book and handed it to be, adding, "Too bad they didn't use a brother with better equipment."
I didn't know what he meant by that because the black dude had a big penis - bigger than his white photo partner - but Aaron had moved on.
"You dig black guys?" Aaron asked. "Or, as your mother would say, Negroes?
"NO!" I said sharply, and he laughed at that response as well as my backtracking when I amended that to say that black guys were cool and all and mumbled more about my sexuality being misunderstood.
Our tutoring session ended shortly afterward, and after Aaron left I locked my bedroom door and did what I did best at that time, the fact that Aaron seemed to think I was gay not fazing me much at all.
***
The next tutoring session had me on pins and needles but it was all business, at least at the start. Aaron's tutoring efforts had been helping me start to catch on to some things that had eluded me up until then, and when I mentioned that success toward the end of the hour he just shrugged.
"It's why I'm here," Aaron said as he stood up and went over to my bookcase and looked at the titles. "You have any more porn, Timmy?"
"No," I said while my face burned.
"Too bad," Aaron replied as he pulled a book off the shelf and leafed through it.
It was then that I noticed something that would have been tough to miss with him standing a few feet in front of me like that.
Aaron was wearing snug fitting bell-bottom jeans, and while I had already noticed his butt before, this front angle was even more revealing, and it had me blowing my breath up my face to cool me off.
I could see his cock or the outline of it, and the bulge snaked down to the left of the fly of the denim and the inside of his thigh. I could even see the outline of the head of his dick, for crying-out-loud!
"Something wrong?"
Aaron's voice snapped me out of my trance, and when I looked up and saw his bemused expression while glancing at me from over the book it was obvious that he was well aware of what I was staring at.
"Sorry," I mumbled while trying to go back to the problem on the book instead of Aaron.
"No you aren't," he chuckled.
"Those jeans - they don't leave much to the imagination," I explained.
"I guess you're right," Aaron agreed, but then after he put the book back he walked around the table and came up beside me. "I think your Mama got a look at it too. Maybe that's why she almost walked into the wall before when she let me in. Is this better? Oh, that's right. You aren't gay."
"What are trying to do?" I asked.
