Nerdy Tutor and Dumb Jock Roleplay

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.

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.

Brad stood there, bare and flushed, his cock stiff in his hand like he'd just been holding it back the whole time. His voice had that playful, half-teasing edge, but I could tell. He wanted this. He wanted me on my knees for him.

I stepped forward slowly. No rush. I watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his abs flexed as I got closer. My hand came up, fingers curling under his chin, making him look at me. "You think you deserve that, Mr. Thompson?" I said, voice calm, clipped, full character. "After all the nonsense you pulled in class today?"

He bit back a grin, pretending to squirm under my stare. "I mean... I did try really reallly hardd, Sir."

I hummed, unamused. "Trying doesn't count when you show up late and spend the entire session with your brain in your dick."

He looked down between us, where his cock twitched, heavy and waiting. "Maybe my dick just needs extra tutoring, Sir.."

That did it.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, slow and deliberate. His breath hitched. I saw the way his hand twitched at his side like he wanted to reach for my hair but knew better than to do it yet.

"You're gonna watch," I said, voice low. "No closing your eyes. No running that dumb little mouth. Just shut up and learn."

"Yes, Sir," he whispered.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, hot and thick, veins pushing against the skin. I jerked it once, slow, base to tip, watching his thighs tremble just slightly. His head tipped back, but he caught himself. Good boy.

Then I opened my mouth and took his cock in. The groan that ripped from his chest wasn't acting. His whole body tensed, like he'd been waiting for it since the second his sweatpants dropped. My lips formed a vaccum around his shaft, and I sank halfway down before pulling back with a wet pop, letting spit trail from my mouth to his tip. I looked up at him through my lashes.

"Still with me, Mr. Thompson?"

His hands were fists at his sides. "Yes, Sir. Just taking notes..."

I grinned and went back down, faster this time, letting his dick hit the back of my throat with his precum leaking. His legs buckled just slightly and I grabbed his hips with both my hands, holding him still, keeping control. He was being good. Better than usual. His little jock brain was probably short-circuiting from the sensation.

I moved my head, up and down, keeping eye contact when I could, letting my tongue trace every inch of him. My grip on his ass tightened, feeling the muscle, the tension, the way he flexed his ass every time I took him deeper. He moaned again, breath getting ragged, that perfect mix of desperation and awe.

I pulled off again, spit glistening on my lips. "You gonna cum already?" I asked. "That's not very studious of you."

He shook his head fast, blinking hard. "No, Sir. I can hold it. I swear."

"Good," I said, stroking him again, slow, thumb teasing under his head. "Because I'm not done using this dumb jock cock as a teaching tool."

Brad whimpered. His whole act was slipping now. He was too deep into it. Every line, every touch, every flick of my tongue had him melting.

I took him in again, faster this time, letting my throat work his dick with sloppy, noisy slurps that filled the room. My spit was everywhere now, dripping down my chin, coating his shaft. His hips jerked forward just once and I slapped his butt. "Did I say you could move?"

He gasped. "No, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I'll behave"

I kept going, punishing him with pleasure, bobbing faster, tongue swirling. I felt his legs shake. I knew he was close. I wanted him right on the edge. My hand cupped his balls, squeezed gently, then slid behind, grazing that spot that made his knees almost give out.

He groaned again. His whole body twitched.

"Sir. Please. I really can't hold it anymore.."

I pulled off.

He whined.

I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He looked like he was about to fall apart.

Then I grinned. "Okay Mr. Thompson, Get on the bed."

He scrambled back onto the mattress, lying down on his back, cock standing tall, leaking like crazy.

I climbed up next to him, straddling his chest. I leaned down so my lips were at his ear. "You think you're ready to cum now, Mr. Thompson?"

He nodded fast. "Yes, Sir. Please. I need it."

I wrapped my hand around his cock again. This time, I didn't tease. I stroked him with tight, fast pumps, leaning over him so he could smell me, feel the weight of my body over his. His hands gripped the sheets, toes curling, hips bucking into my hand.

"Come on, dumb jock," I whispered. "Cum for your tutor. Let me see you make a mess."

That was it.

He cried out, head falling back, chest arching. His cock pulsed in my hand, ropes of cum landing across his abs, his chest, some hitting his chin. His whole body shook, twitching as I milked every drop from him. I kept stroking until he gasped and begged.

"Sir... fuck, Thank you for the lesson"

I stopped.

He lay there, wrecked, breathing heavy, glazed in his own load.

I climbed off him, sitting back on my knees. "Lesson learned?"

He nodded, eyes fluttering. "Yes, Sir. Best tutoring session of my life."

I smirked. "Good. Because I expect your homework on my desk by next week."

Then I slapped his thigh. He jolted.

Brad let out a breathless laugh, wiped his face with his hand. "Jesus Christ. Cody.."

I grabbed a towel and tossed it at him. He cleaned up slowly, still trying to come back to earth after that intense orgasm.

And just when I thought we were done, he looked up at me, still flushed, still dripping sweat, and said:

"So like... what's our next lesson, Sir?"

I grinned.

"This is a full semester, Mr. Thompson. We're just getting started.