GENRE: Gay Spicy Romance (MMM)
LENGTH: 2,225 words
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Nineteen-year-old Dom and Toby are in summer school, on the verge of failing again, fearing they won't graduate high school until they're twenty. Desperate for a passing grade, they hire eighteen-year-old Sam to tutor them. They recently discovered him on a kink app, and can’t wait to get better acquainted.

Dom and Toby have fooled around in the past, but they’re both tops in search of a bottom. From what they’ve seen on the app, Sam might be willing to do more than just tutor them this summer.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

My buddy Toby and I waited for this moment. We'd seen Sam, face and body, when browsing through the kink app for kicks. Stupid tutor for showing off his hot pics when he had to uphold his best image for school. Though, much to our benefit. It all explained quite well how badly he wanted us. We saw the way he looked at us in class on a regular basis. Having listed on the app what he wished a hot and dominant classmate could do to him solidified our decision to be this bold. We weren't passing English yet again, and we weren't going to fail a second time. Fuck, at this rate we'd be twenty by the time we'd graduate high school.

We sat and waited inside the classroom during summer school like the "obedient" students we were, except we weren't going to be obedient this time around. Well, to be fair, we kind of never were. We were terrible students at best, and we couldn't be tamed. We did whatever the fuck we wanted. Sure, it meant we failed, but whatever.

"Think he'll shit his pants, Dom?"

I smirked at Toby. "I hope so." Figuratively, of course. As experienced as I was for nineteen, I wasn't that kinky.

The door opened, and Sam crept inside and closed it from behind with a polite smile. The vertically rectangular window on the door was completely covered with Fourth of July-themed wrapping paper for the occasion. Then again, there was hardly anyone in the building, just a few faculty members and a few students and tutors in other classrooms.

"Can you lock the door? I study better without any interruptions." It of course wasn't very true at all. I didn't study at all unless the course interested me enough.

Sam headed to rest his butt on the front edge of his desk, and he sighed. "I thought we went through this. Just because doors are lockable here doesn't mean they're expected to be locked while class is in session."

"It's just us, though."

"That doesn't change a thing, Dominico."

I cringed. "Call me Dom, please."

"Right, of course." Sam tried to smile like the professional tutor he wanted us to believe he was. He shifted the front of his dress pants in a way that probably made him think I wouldn't notice. If only Mr. Sumner, our English tutor, knew the real Sam whom he'd put in charge as our tutor.

"So, Teach, what's it like being naughty on Kink Me Up?"