Fucking Neighbor's Son 05 (Patreon)

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Chapter 5: Good Boy

The keys sat on my nightstand for a couple days without me touching them.

They were kind of pretty, if simple looking. Small, brass, connected by a little ring. I moved them once to my dresser. Then I kept moving them around every time I walked into the room. Nightstand to dresser to kitchen counter and back. It was like I was going to find a spot where they were the first thing I noticed when I walked into a room.

Then Josh texted again.

So are we doing this or what.

I picked them up and played with them between my fingers. Come down this afternoon. Bring your textbooks.

He sent back the wide-eyed emoji.

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He showed up at 3pm with his backpack, and he sat down in my kitchen comfortably while I wrapped up an email I was working on. He unzipped the bag and pulled out his laptop without saying anything, opened his school portal, and turned it toward me when I joined him at the table. It was indicated on the screen that he had three missing assignments. I scrolled down a bit to see the pattern of poor performance, mostly from just not turning anything in.

I looked at the screen for a moment. Then at him.

He reached for my thigh and squeezed. I flicked his hand with my finger. “You kidding me?”

“Shouldn’t we mix in some fun?”

“When you’ve earned it,” I said. “Pull out assignment one.”

He nodded slowly. "What about the cage..."

"String together a perfect week and your cock can get some fresh air for a bit."

He squirmed in his seat. “A whole week??”

I just nodded at him, inexplicably motivated in my new role as tutor-dom.

“What if I have a perfect day? You could…”

“I’ll stuff your little hole, then,” I said. “And the cage stays on.”

He grabbed his caged cock through his pants, shifting his body again. I could see his enviable pecs and arms flex through his shirt. 

“Let’s do it.”

“Open the textbook."

He cracked it open to cellular respiration and I sat across from him and we started working through it. He knew more than I expected. The foundation was solid. His problem wasn't the material, it was sustaining any attention at all, which was its own challenge when he was locked in a metal cage and sitting three feet from the person holding the keys. I watched him read the same sentence twice without processing it. His knee bounced under the table. He kept glancing at me and then back at the page.

"Eyes on the book," I said. “You just need to finish these assignments. Get the info from here and put it in. That simple.”

"My eyes are on the book."

"What does the book say."

He read it out loud. He typed it out into the powerpoint thing. He started working. He got the next three slides done too, quickly and cleanly, and I could tell he actually knew the material when his brain was cooperating. Then he hit the last rubric point and stopped. He held a pen over the notebook where he was taking notes next to the laptop, and didn't write anything. His knee was bouncing faster now.

"Glycolysis," I said. "What happens."

Silence.

"Josh."

"I know it," he said. "I just can't think right now."

"Why not."

He looked up at me and didn't answer. 

“I need a break,” he said.

"Just think. Write something down. You’re so close," I said.

He seemed to relaxe. He wrote something. But it was wrong. Not close, not a reasonable mistake, specifically wrong, like he had known the correct answer and did it differently, deliberately. I looked at what he wrote. Then I looked at him. He was very interested in the table surface.

"That's not right," I said.

"I might've made a mistake."

"Did you do that on purpose?"

I pushed my chair back and he went still. His shoulders came up slightly. He sensed that something was happening. His hands dropping to his thighs, and I put one hand on the back of his neck, not hard, just assertively. I pulled his head down toward my lap, and I saw his eyes light up, clearly thinking about sucking my cock, but I had other plans. I pulled him further, and he braced as he fell out of his chair, landing across my lap.

“Oh shit,” he said, realizing what was happening.

I peeled down his shorts to reveal his ass. It was smooth, barely a hint of peach fuzz across the toned mounds, his youth evident in the porcelain cream of the pale skin.

I brought my palm down on his ass once, not really hard, just a reminder.

He exhaled and his whole body settled, like something had released.

"Glycolysis," I said.

“I, uh…” he muttered.

I slapped again, harder, making a loud clap.

"Glucose gets split," he said into his arm. "Two pyruvate molecules. Net gain of two ATP."

"There it is."

I released my grip on him, letting him go, but he didn’t move.

“Do one more,” he said.

I chuckled, smacking him slightly harder. He flinched, then sat back in his chair, but letting his shorts fall to his ankles, his caged cock on display as his otherwise naked lower body man spread at my kitchen table.

He got to work again, focused this time, while I did some more of my actual work I had to do on my laptop next to him. A few minutes later, he was done with the whole thing and had moved on to assignment two.

Damn, I thought to myself, It’s working.

We worked through the rest of the chapter. He did everything right.

-[]-

Our sessions continued in a similar way the next couple days. Sometimes my spanking got a bit rough and I even fingered him. 

On Wednesday, he texted me a screenshot of his school portal, which showed several completed assignments. All submitted at just barely before midnight on the days they were due.

He came down that night, and he took his shirt and pants off as soon as he came in the door.

“Perfect day,” he said.

I just nodded, grabbing his naked body and shoving my tongue in his mouth. I walked him back to the bed and took my time getting started, which he was not expecting. He was used to me moving with some efficiency. Tonight I didn't. I worked down his neck, his chest, feeling the built up tension inside my caged boy. He was so much more reactive and sensitive. I took a long detour before I got anywhere below the waist, and by the time I actually got into position with my dick, he was already wound up tight, his breathing shallow, his hands in my hair pulling just slightly.

“Bro, fuck me,” he said desperately through a breath as I flipped him over.

When I pushed into him, he groaned and pressed his face into the pillow. I found the right angle early and stayed there, moving slow and steady, feeling him work around me. His body was so attuned to taking dick, it was like every time I froze inside him, his internal muscles somehow took over and milked me. 

I pushed in a little too quickly one time, remembering that he does actually have some limites. He reached back and gripped my thigh to let me know it was a little too hard, then let go and leaned back into me.

"Don't stop," he said into the pillow.

After a few minutes his sounds changed. They got quieter and more internal, less about me and more about what was happening inside him, and that was the version of him I had decided I liked best. The caged, desperate boy who needed direction, and I was the one to give it to him.

I had more stamina than I realized, and started to rail into him harder. I kept the same pace and felt him tighten around me once, and a whimper came out of his mouth that almost sounded like he was close to cumming.

“Are you gonna…”

“I’m close,” he said breathlessly. 

He rammed his body back into my rhythmically, his hand gripping the pillow as he aimed himself very specifically against me, meeting my thrusts, willing me to go deeper and harder against him, hitting whatever exact spot I was hitting.

“Ohhh,” he said slowly as I felt the pulses inside him. I reached down to feel his cage. It was oozing his juices. 

“You fucking horny boy,” I said, slamming into him harder. 

“I’m gonna fill your ass up.”

“Mmmmm,” he said loosely, his mind elsewhere as I continued pummeling him, finishing out whatever kind of orgasm he was having while I released my own load back into him, like it was a full circle of cum. 

It was like he had a second orgasm when he shuddered again, with his face buried in the pillow and a long quiver that went through his whole body. My hand stayed flat on his lower back as we both became still.

His breathing slowed.

"Same time tomorrow," I said.

He groaned. "You're kind of evil."

"Finish your work."

-[]-

Two more clean days. Then Friday happened.

I checked the portal at nine pm. The assignment wasn't there.

He knocked at nine-thirty. I opened the door and he walked in and read my face before I said a word.

"I know," he said.

"AP Bio. Chapter nine. Sit down."

He sat. I put the textbook in front of him open to membrane transport and sat across from him. He looked at the page the way you look at something you're being forced to eat.

We started drilling. I asked questions, he answered. He got the first two right, the third one wrong. I pushed my chair back and he was already starting to turn toward me. I noticed that. He caught himself and straightened up, trying to make it look like he hadn't moved.

I bent him over the table and brought my palm down on his left cheek. He exhaled hard.

"Passive transport," I said. "Difference from active."

"No energy required," he said, his voice slightly compressed. "Moves with the concentration gradient."

"Good." I sat back down. "Next one."

I had him over my lap again after he got the next one wrong. I started working into him slowly. It wasn’t even a punishment anymore. We were just mixing sex and tutoring.

"Endocytosis," I said, working two fingers in slowly. "What is it."

"Cell," he started, then stopped as I increased the pressure. "Cell membrane folds inward. Engulfs material from outside the cell."

"Good boy." I held the pressure one more second, then removed my hand.

When he sat back up in his chair, his posture was different. It was straighter, and more present. He picked up his pencil and looked at the next question with actual focus.

We worked through the rest of the chapter. He got six in a row correct without any intervention. On the seventh he paused, and I watched him, and he wrote the right answer.

"Good," I said.

"I know," he said, but without the smirk this time.

When he turned in the final assignment, the online portal immediately showed how clean his week had been. There was nothing in red at all. I hadn’t seen it like this at any point prior to this.

We looked at each other. He smirked, like he had won something against me, even though this entire thing was his idea in the first place. The kid was crazy, but he had nailed it. 

We both stood up. We knew what he had earned without saying it. He had completed a perfect week, in all his classes.

I went to the nightstand and got the keys.

He watched me cross the room. He stood completely still while I worked the small lock, and when it came free and I set the cage on the nightstand he closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose, long and slow, like he'd been holding his breath all week.

"That feels so… good," he said quietly. "Okay."

I pushed him back onto the bed.

I had been thinking about this since he gave me the keys. Every assignment that showed up on that portal was another day I'd thought about it, and I had a specific idea of how tonight was going to go. 

I took my time, kissing his neck while I held him firmly below the waist. I groped his dick and felt it throb in my hand. I squeezed his ass and felt how it made his cock twitch as it pressed hard against me. He let me take control, giving him his reward. I didn’t really have a vested interest in his schooling, but in a way, I felt like I had earned this too, something special. 

I brought my face down to his crotch and licked his dick once, and he came.

“Fuckkkk,” he moaned slowly, but didn’t pull away. 

I grabbed his dick, as if I could turn off the hose, and he grabbed it from me, milking himself slowly onto his abs. 

“Should’ve expected that,” I said.

“I did,” he admitted. “Just fuck me anyway.”

“Hottest thing you could’ve said,” I replied, lifting his legs.

He made a sound when I pushed into him, like he was surprised at the sensation. "Actually I don’t know if I can go again yet."

I held still. 

“Are you sure?” I asked as I reached down, rubbing a hand up and down his torso.

"Nevermind, just fuck me."

I started to properly bang him, and he was leaning into it within seconds. 

“Oh my god I’m gonna cum again. This is crazy.”

I figured he meant he just was getting close already, but I felt his hole doing its recognizable pulsing rhythm on my dick and I froze as his dick squirted yet another series of white shots across his stomach. The last ones hadn’t even finished dripping away yet.

“Wait, really?” I said, amazed that he was cumming again less than a minute after his last one.

“You broke my dick,” he said, “I’m just a yogurt dispenser now.”

He just exhaled and leaned arched his back as I pushed into him again.

"You've got one more," I said.

He laughed, then groaned, then stopped fighting it. The third time was a slower build for him, as I worked up towards actually cumming. I leaned down to make out with him, my hands running up and down his muscular body as he pulled me hard against him. There came a long exhale from his nose, and his body went fully rigid. When he his pulsed on me for the third time that night, I fell over the edge. 

“Finally give you some of your load back,” I said, breathing my words onto his face.

I fell onto my side next to him, and he closed his eyes. I listened to his breathing. It was late. We had done so much studying, and then a marathon sex session. The smell of cum and boy sweat permeated my brain, and I was exhausted and in a daze, and it appeared that so was he.

I closed my eyes for one second.

-[]-

I opened them to daylight.

Actual morning light, coming through the gap in the curtains, hitting the wall across the room. Not the amber of my lamp. It was morning.

Josh was asleep next to me. On his stomach, face turned away, the shape of his naked body showing through the thin blanket, one arm above his head. His back rose and fell slowly.

I sat up fast.

"Hey." Nothing. I put a hand on his shoulder and shook him. "Josh. Wake up."

He scrunched his face and made a sound, annoyed to be woken up.

"You gotta get home right now."

He opened his eyes. Then they went wide and he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and stared at it and whatever he saw made him sit straight up. He was pulling his shorts on before he was fully awake.

"Thank god my dad doesn't know how location sharing works," he muttered, yanking his hoodie over his head. “He sent me a thousand texts.”

He had his shoes half on at the door in under two minutes. He looked back at me once.

"Tonight?" he said.

"Bring your textbook," I said.

He grinned and went out.

-[]-

His grades are up. He is going to be fine. And every time Dave gets in my face about the door lock or the window planter or whatever new grievance he has decided to invent, I just stand there and nod and think about how many times a week I have been absolutely pummeling his son's cute, toned little ass. It is a private satisfaction that I expect will never get old.