His Tutor

Aaron needed help in his chemistry class. Part of him raged against the need to even have a science course as an accounting major, but he was unable to finagle an exemption.

His tutor was Eugene Watkins, a nerd if there ever was one. Black, in his mid-20s, gaunt, wearing a button down shirt and a bow tie, Eugene was studying for his PhD in chemistry. They met in the library.

The lessons were going well, and Aaron was learning more than he did in class. But he noticed Eugene making more eye contact ... almost acting interested in him. And when the session broke, Aaron could see a large erection in Eugene's dress slacks. It wasn't until he got home that Aaron realized he was still wearing lipstick from servicing Deshazior.