Berdly tutors Anon in Sex Ed [5/11/20]

"Ah, greetings! I imagine you require tutoring again, hmm? What subject can I assist you in?"

You had worked very hard to get on Berdly's good side. After many weeks of flattering him with compliments, bringing him nerdy little gifts, and praising his intelligence in front of others, you had charmed him enough for him to reluctantly agree to take you under his wing - no pun intended - and become your private tutor. You weren't the greatest student, but you had hoped that, with the avian boy's assistance, your exam grades would begin to improve.

The first few weeks had went pretty smoothly. A few times a week, after class, you'd stop by the library. There, Berdly would usher you to a quiet, secluded room, a sort of makeshift tutor lab, where he'd sit you down and walk you through the material. He was occasionally prone to getting overexcited - it wasn't unheard of for you to have to ask him to slow down - but all in all, he performed his duty well, and you were grateful for his help. Under the studious avian's tutelage, the "D"s on your exam papers slowly evolved into "C"s, then "B"s, then "A"s.

However, as important as boosting your GPA was, it wasn't the only reason that you continued meeting up with Berdly. After a while, you had started to feel... certain emotions towards the bespectacled blue bird. He was hardly the pinnacle of grace and beauty, but you found yourself growing endeared to things like his dorky giggles, his overly-formal way of speaking, the way he habitually adjusted his glasses. When he'd be tutoring you, only to get distracted and start rambling about how fascinating the Laplace transform was, you couldn't help but smile. And when he laughed so hard that he snorted - then blushed bright red, covering his beak with his wings - your heart beat a little bit faster.

You thought you might be in love with him.

You had dropped loads of hints. You'd scooched really close to him as he sat beside you; deliberately brushed up against his feathers; even laid your hand atop his wing as he lectured you on integrals. Unfortunately, for all his academic know-how, Berdly couldn't recognize flirting to save his life. If you ever wanted a relationship between the two of you to blossom, you were going to have to be a bit more obvious.

So, here you were. Standing in front of the library counter, the feathery dork of your affection asking you how he could be of assistance. You gulped nervously, trying to calm your racing heart - what you were about to do could go off without a hitch, or backfire spectacularly. You took a deep breath, then spoke.

"I... I need help with, uh... Sex Ed."

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The two of you sat side-by-side in the "tutor lab", an open Sex Ed textbook lying on the table in front of you. Berdly stared down at it silently, his wings trembling slightly. Given any other subject, he would've been forty sentences deep into a grandiose lecture by now; he was clearly out of his element.

You broke the silence. "S-so, you can help me, right?"

Berdly turned to face you, forcing a very unconvincing grin. "O-of course I can! This material is... i-it's child's play, really!"

"Oh, good..." you responded, feigning relief. "If you could just, uh, start reading from this page right here..."

Berdly let out a nervous laugh. It was clear he'd rather lecture you on anything else, but the naturally-smug bird refused to admit defeat. "U-um, sure..."

Berdly began to read.

"T-the... the male sexual organ is the, uh... p-penis. When... when a male becomes, uh, s-sexually aroused... a change in blood flow causes the... the, uh, penis to e-expand. T-this is called an... an e-erection..."

You nodded along, pretending to focus deeply on his reading; in actuality, you were watching his face, noting how red it was becoming. He reached the end of the page and paused, forcing another smile. "T-that's good, r-right?"

You responded that, unfortunately, you still didn't understand, and would really appreciate it if he kept reading. He sighed anxiously, then turned the page with a shaking wing.

"W-when, uh, a male is... is sufficiently s-sexually aroused, then... they experience what is called... uh... e-ejaculation. During e-ejaculation, the... the p-penis, uh, discharges... s-semen."

It was taking everything you had not to laugh at the increasingly-flustered nerd struggling to explain orgasm, but you somehow managed to keep a straight face. Berdly paused again, letting out an anxious giggle. "S-so, you understand now, c-correct?"

"Well... I'm not sure..." you replied.

Pushed to the limit, Berdly cracked. "H-honestly, what is it that you don't understand?" he scoffed. "T-this... this is SIMPLE! WHAT, exactly, do you want me to teach you?"

You let him fume for a moment, while you mentally prepared yourself for what you were about to say next. The flustered nerd glared at you, expecting a response - here goes nothing, you thought.

"How would two boys make love?" you asked.

Berdly's scowl instantly vanished, replaced with a look of abject shock. His eyes widened; his beak fell open; a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. He stared at you, blankly. All at once, the verbose avian was rendered completely speechless.

A moment passed, in total silence. You spoke again - "B-Berdly? Did you hear me?" - and the bird slowly snapped out of his stupor.

"I... I, uh... I d-don't, uh, think... that t-that's in the t-textbook..."

Berdly's eyes, now roughly the size of dinner plates, darted around anxiously behind his glasses. Sweat dripped from his brow. You decided to push harder.

"Well... you're really smart, Berdly. Maybe... maybe you could explain it to me without the book."

Berdly's breathing quickened, his face blushing redder than a ripe tomato. His ordinarily eloquent speech was reduced to barely-coherent stammering - "U-uh... w-well... I-I mean..."

You didn't let up. "If two boys wanted to make love... what would they do first?"

Berdly looked about ready to faint. "T-they... they, they would... they would..."

"Would they kiss?"

"I... I suppose t-they would..."

That was your cue. Taking advantage of the nerd's stupefaction, you leaned forward in your seat, brought your face up against his, and pressed your lips against the front of his slightly-open beak. You gently pushed your tongue inside, just enough to come in contact with his own - warm and wet. Your body shuddered. No sooner than the kiss had begun, you broke it, pulling away. A small string of saliva hung between your mouths, then was quickly disconnected.

You had just given Berdly your first kiss.

You watched him intently, waiting for him to register a response. He merely stared straight ahead, unblinking, trembling uncontrollably. You were suddenly filled with the overwhelming fear that you had made a terrible mistake.

"Berdly, I'm... I'm so sorry. I... I shouldn't have..."

He cut you off. "N-no... it's... it's okay."

You blinked. "R-really? You're... you're not mad?"

"No. I'm... I'm fine."

He didn't sound very sure of himself. You decided now, with the cat out of the bag, you may as well make a full confession. "Berdly... I like you. I like you... well, a whole lot."

Berdly looked down, still trembling. He said nothing.

"Matter of fact... Berdly, I love you."

For a brief moment, the bird boy looked on the verge of tears. He blinked a few times, then forced a crude simulacrum of his trademark smug grin. "Y-yes... who doesn't? H-ha, ha..."

It was fairly obvious that he was trying to deflect; to avoid expressing vulnerability. You tilted your head, maintaining eye contact. "I'm serious, Berdly."

The grin quickly faded; at last, he seemed to understand that you weren't kidding around. He sniffled a few times, then shut his eyes tightly. "I, um... I..."

He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. You gave him a moment, then reached out and placed your hand on his shoulder. You rubbed it gently, encouraging him to continue. "Yes?"

With his eyes closed tightly and his face scrunched up, the avian boy looked about ready to burst. He remained silent for a little longer, then mumbled something under his breath, so quietly that you couldn't hear a word.

"Berdly, I couldn't hear you."

He mumbled again, a little faster this time. You still couldn't catch it.

"Speak up, Berdly."

"...I love you, too."

You suddenly felt very, very hot. As you struggled to remain composed, the bird opened his eyes again, locking them with yours. The two of you sat silently for a moment, watching each other, staying completely still. You focused on those big eyes, framed by those giant dorky spectacles. All at once, they appeared... gentler. Kinder. You slowly opened your mouth to speak, and this time, Berdly took the initiative. Before you could properly react, the avian boy had leaned in, turned his beak slightly to the side, and pressed it against your mouth. This time, his tongue lolled out. It flicked once against your lips, then probed inside your mouth, coming to lay atop your own. It was every bit as warm and wet as it had been the first time.

Slowly coming to your senses, you kissed back, leaning in yourself. You put your tongue into action, wrestling with Berdly's, both appendages wrapping loosely around each other. Your kissing grew stronger, more passionate - the next thing you knew, both of your arms were wrapped around the bird. Your tongues tightened around each other, the two of you reaching fever pitch. Just when you were sure you could take no more, Berdly withdrew, breaking the kiss.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared into Berdly's bespectacled eyes. Again, something had changed. The bird before you was still a smug little dork; There was no denying that. However, the expression he now gave you was miles away from the shit-eating grin you had grown familiar with. It was calm, warm... even a little comforting. He wasn't playing around; not anymore. Berdly loved you, too.

You and Berdly stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours. Both of you had no idea what else to say, what else to do. The two of you had crossed a line, one that there was no coming back from.

After several minutes, Berdly broke the silence, clearing his throat. "Y-yes, well... d-did you, um... did you..."

Once again, you were forced to step in, to help him get the words out. "Did I what, Berdly?"

"D-did you... did you want to know what, um... what two boys could, hypothetically, do next?"

A smile slowly spread across your face - you knew exactly what Berdly wanted. Of course, he was too awkward to ask for it directly; this was the next best thing.

"As a matter of fact," you replied, "I do."

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Berdly sat on the table in front of you, his wiry legs hanging over the edge. He looked off to the side, flashing an uncertain half-smile, nervous sweat beading his face. You remained sitting in your chair, turned to face him. The Sex Ed textbook had been unceremoniously stuffed into your backpack. You preferred more hands-on ways of learning, anyway.

"I-is the d-door locked?" the bird boy asked.

You replied in the affirmative.

"V-very well, t-then..."

Slowly, he lifted both wings to his chest, then attempted to unbutton his polo. Unfortunately, he was shaking uncontrollably - whether from anxiety or excitement, you couldn't tell - and couldn't get the buttons through their holes. He giggled nervously, then gave up, opting instead to lift his shirt out of the way. You caught a glimpse of his feathery blue midsection, and your heart beat faster.

Berdly seemed to notice your excitement. "Y-you like this, do you not?" he teased. Old habits die hard, apparently; even as a nervous, sweat-soaked wreck, Berdly couldn't resist being smug.

You decided to tease him right back. "God, yes... but I'd love it even more if you took off your pants."

A shudder went through his body. "E-eheheh... w-well... if I must..."

You watched eagerly as both shaking wings traveled to the crotch of Berdly’s khakis. He struggled with the zipper for a moment, grumbling under his breath, but eventually managed to get it undone. Before long, his pants lay on the floor in a pile, and the nerd was left sitting in his underwear. You weren't surprised to learn that he wore tighty whities. You were, however, surprised by the sizable bulge poking through them.

The bird anxiously adjusted his glasses, causing his bulge to shift slightly - you felt your own begin to stiffen. "Fuck, Berdly." you gushed. "You're so hot."

Berdly seemed to appreciate the ego boost. "O-of course I am." he gloated, rather unconvincingly. "I, um, suppose... I suppose you w-wish to see my... my p-penis, right?"

He took the words right out of your mouth. You nodded, your heart pounding.

"O-okay... h-here goes..."

The bird boy tucked both wings into the waistband of his underwear, then slowly pulled them down.

Before too long, Berdly's privates - the same alluring shade of blue as the rest of his body - hung over the side of the table. He was decently sized, alright, and his dorky coinpurse was particularly impressive. It hung low, heavy and full, gleaming slightly with sweat. You could practically feel the heat coming off of it.

Berdly continued trying to tease you, although it wasn't very convincing, seeing as he avoided eye contact like the plague. "A-ah! You l-like what you see, do you not?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, you again nodded.

"E-eheheh! I, um, t-thought you would! My, um, m-manhood is truly a s-sight to behold!"

He was trying so hard to be sexy, and failing so spectacularly. Ironically, though, his dorky attempts at dirty talk just made you harder.

Berdly began awkwardly gyrating his hips, causing his sack to bounce around. As the nerd flopped around on the table, he let out another anxious giggle, and made another half-hearted attempt at sex talk. "I, um, see you eyeing my... my t-testicles! You... you must r-really be into b-birds, eheheh!"

The avian eventually came to a stop, and - for the first time since he'd started - made an attempt to look down at you. His face was streaked with sweat, and his glasses slid slightly down his beak, forcing him to adjust them. Nonetheless, he continued his dominant act. "S-so, what do you s-say?"

You knew exactly what to say. "I wanna suck you off."

Berdly froze. "U-um... w-what?"

"I wanna suck you off. You know, give you head. A blowjob. Is that okay?"

Once again, the avian was rendered speechless. Just when he was beginning to regain his confidence, too! He stared at you blankly, stammering like an idiot.

"I-I... um, I... I s-suppose, if..."

You didn't wait for him to finish; "I suppose" was good enough for you. All at once, you were leaning forward in your chair, burying your face into the dumb, dorky bird’s privates.

Berdly squawked loudly, in shock. You paid no mind, opting instead to rub the avian's balls all over your face. Heart racing, you pressed your nose against the nerd's sweaty coinpurse and took a deep breath of his scent. God, he smelled incredible! You felt a wetness growing around your own crotch, precum beginning to leak from your member.

"I... ah! I, I d-don't know about... eep!"

No amount of stammering would save the nerdy bird now. His scent still swimming in your nostrils, you began servicing his privates, peppering his heavy balls with kisses. He shook and shivered, breathing heavily, as you continued to purse your lips and press them to his sack. You were so happy to service the nerd that you ignored your own aching member, even as it violently throbbed and leaked into your boxers.

Satisfied with kissing Berdly's coinpurse, you stuck out your tongue and dragged it upwards, traveling from the bottom of his sack to the base of his shaft. In between bouts of hyperventilation, he let out a nerdy moan. With your nose pressed against the spot where his shaft met his balls, you took another deep breath of his scent. Fuck, why did he smell so good? Why were you so turned on by this dumb dork's sweaty balls? Your head swam; your member continued to leak.

Berdly was beside himself, unable to cope with the attention he was receiving. As you licked around the base of his shaft, pausing occasionally to sniff his sweat, the bird boy could do nothing but shake and stammer incoherently. You may have been servicing him, but he was clearly not the one in control.

Suddenly, you became aware of something throbbing against your face. Momentarily breaking free from the heavy fog of sex, you withdrew from Berdly's ballsack and noticed - for the first time - that the needy bird was at full-mast, a rivulet of clear pre leaking from the tip of his member. You looked up, only to find him staring back down at you, his eyes half-shrouded behind fogged-up glasses. He panted desperately, his beak hanging open. "P-please..."

You knew what he wanted, but... for some reason, you really wanted to hear him say it. "Please what?"

"C-come on... p-please..."

"Say it."

Berdly shuddered, closing his eyes tightly. He hated having to beg, but the poor nerd simply couldn't take it anymore.

"P-please, suck my p-penis..."

God, he was adorable. You couldn't help but smile.

"With pleasure, Berdly."

You dove back in, this time bringing your face up to the head of Berdly's aching, drooling member. You pursed your lips and gave the head a little kiss, flitting your tongue over his tip. A little spurt of warm, watery pre leaked out, and you collected it on your tongue, then swallowed it down.

It was delicious.

You wanted more.

Slowly, you opened your mouth, just enough to accommodate the head of Berdly's member. You pushed yourself forward, feeling him enter; you were rewarded with more of his pre leaking onto your tongue. You held there for a moment, letting your tongue wrap around the head of his penis, occasionally flicking it over the tip. You felt something ruffle your hair, and suddenly realized - much to your excitement - that Berdly had placed a wing on the back of your head, holding you in place.

Such a needy nerd, you thought. He deserves a reward.

You took a deep breath, then pushed forward again, further than before. Berdly let out a high-pitched, involuntary squawk of pleasure as his entire length disappeared into your mouth. Before long, the head of his penis came to lay on the back of your tongue, leaking pre down your throat. You could feel the warmth of his member inside you; the sensation of his length throbbing within.

You gave Berdly a moment to catch his breath, then slowly withdrew, pulling away from his crotch until only his tip remained inside you. Another brief pause, and you pushed back in, taking the nerd's cock to the hilt once more. You repeated the process, gradually gaining speed, until you were fellating the dorky avian in earnest, filling the air with lewd slurping sounds. Berdly continued holding the back of your head, gripping your hair, moaning in ecstasy each time you took his length inside you.

Having reached a comfortable speed, you closed your eyes and fell into a rhythm. In, out, in, out. The nerdy bird was leaking like a faucet - cock drooling all over your tongue - and you took occasional moments to swallow, savoring the taste. With every time you took him to the hilt, your face brushed against his pubic region, your cheeks sandwiched between his thighs. Each time you took a breath, the scent of his sex flooded through your nostrils, silently encouraging you to keep going. The wing on the back of your head did the same.

"I... I'm g-going to..." the nerd suddenly moaned, his voice wavering.

You knew exactly what was about to happen, but you refused to slow down. You took him to the hilt once more; the head of his member tickled the back of your throat.

Berdly squawked.

Lying against your tongue, the avian's member throbbed violently. Then, it erupted, firing a rope of hot, thick cum immediately down your throat. Slightly startled, you quickly withdrew, Berdly's member leaving your mouth with a wet pop. He wasn't done, though - not by a long shot. His penis throbbed again, and another rope of cum splattered across your face, slowly dripping down your cheek. Another throb, and a spurt of his seed ran down your lips, dribbling off your chin. Yet another throb, and Berdly's cum was dripping down your forehead. By the time the dorky avian could give no more, and his member slowly began to soften, your face was completely covered in thick bird seed.

Thoroughly exhausted, Berdly collapsed backward, coming to lay flat on the table. He panted heavily, struggling to catch his breath.

As the nerd shook in post-coital ecstasy, you reached into your backpack, retrieving the Sex Ed textbook from earlier. You tore out a few pages, then wiped your face with them; as in love with Berdly as you were, you didn't exactly want to broadcast the fact that the dorkiest kid in school had just given you a facial. By the time you were done, the book had been completely destroyed, half of its pages torn out and soaked in cum. Fitting, you thought.

Berdly had calmed down a little, but remained out of commission, trembling on the table. Deciding to join him, you climbed up onto the table yourself, then lay down beside him.

The two of you laid in silence for some time, staring up at the ceiling. Finally, the nerdy bird spoke.

"S-so... I suppose this means we are a c-couple, correct?"

You chuckled. "If you'll have me."

"E-eheheh... I suppose I c-could give it a shot."