Date: Sat, 14 Nov 1998 06:12:09 -0500
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Garrick

Garrick Larson was his name. I can recall the first time I saw him in vivid
detail. He looked like a Viking god, big, muscled, mean and more handsome
than human being ought to be.  He was all the more impressive because he
was just 16. At an age when most boys were gawky, pimply and unfinished, he
looked like a prototype male, a well finished product. I was your typical
16 year old with all the hormonal upheavals and insecurities to match. I
was also coming to terms with the fact that I craved cock. Not that I'd
ever had contact with one, other than my own, but I knew that I wanted to
do anything and everything a person could with a cock (and not just my
own).

I guess that's why Garrick had the effect on me that he had. I thought he
was a walking, talking wet dream, just looking at him gave me chills. He
also scared the shit out of me. He never smiled, spoke little, had few
friends and a natural air of superiority which kept most everyone at arms
length.

He'd moved into town with his family during the summer, but I didn't see
him until the start of our Junior year. I saw him that first day, not
unusual in a high school with only 254 students; I was hooked, but didn't
dare do anything more than drool from afar. That all changed the Monday
after Thanksgiving.

I was called down to the guidance counseling office during third period
study hall. Ms. Jenson, one of the counselors asked if I'd be willing to
participate in the "peer tutoring program" as I had the year before.
Despite all the fucked up parts of my life I was still a pretty good
student, especially in social studies. She said there was a new student who
needed help both in Civics and World History. I'd done tutoring with
freshman during my second year and had really enjoyed it, so I agreed to do
it.

"Good, the student's name is Garrick Larson, do you know him?" Ms. Jenson
asked with a big smile.

I was nearly speechless, but managed to stutter out a reply, "not really,
I--er--uh--I know who he is, er--er, I've seen him ... around."

Ms. Jenson must have thought I'd lost my mind. She was looking at me real
strange like. "Remember he's new, maybe he doesn't make friends easily.
Give it a try. He really needs to do well in these classes, his grade point
average is suffering and the coach wants him eligible for soccer this
Spring."  She gave me a wink and an encouraging smile.

She'd misread my reaction. I wasn't reluctant to tutor Garrick, the thought
of spending time with him was a dream come true. It was fear that she
didn't recognize in my expression. Fear that I'd slip and ruin whatever
reputation I might have; fear that I'd do something which would cause my
blond god to freak and break me into small pieces; fear that I couldn't
have him.

I met him in one of the small study rooms off the school library fifteen
minutes after the 2:00 dismissal bell that afternoon. I'd arrive a minute
earlier and was already seated at the table when he came through the door.

He stopped and stared right at me. "You? You're my tutor?"

It wasn't the greeting I'd expected, I felt scared and tried not to show
it. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"I guess not, but every time I see you, you're staring at me. It gives me
the creeps."

This caught me off guard, I hadn't realized I'd stared at him. Had anyone
else noticed? I tried to think of something to say, something to excuse my
behavior. All I managed was a lame, "sorry, didn't mean to creep you out,
it's just that you're, you know, like the new kid in school." And I added
in the hope of making him feel good, "you just look so cool and together, I
guess I kinda envy you."

He thought a minute, then laughed. "That explains it."  You could tell that
he ate up the flattery. I gave a small sigh of relief.

He extended his right hand and we shook.  "Garrick Larson."

He grip was firm and warm, "Jason Hubbard," I smiled.

"Well I understand you could use some help in Civics and World History. How
come you're taking both? Civics is a freshman course."

"It wasn't required in my old school, just Problems in American Democracy
and that's a senior year course."

"They're both required here. Let's make up a study schedule. How about one
afternoon a week for history and one for Civics. Can you fit in two
afternoons a week?"

"I can if you can."

"Good. Do you want to study here or at your place or at my place?"

"I'd rather not study here, if its OK with you? We can study at my house,
but I have two younger sisters who'd probably drive us fuckin' nuts."

I took up the hint, "well we can use my house. I live alone with my dad and
he usually doesn't get home until after 6:00 so we'll have plenty of
privacy. I live only two blocks from school, so it'll be convenient.  How's
Tuesdays and Thursdays for you?"

"I'm free almost any time, just as long as I'm home for supper by 6:00."

"Good, tomorrow's Tuesday, why don't we start then. Meet me at the front
entrance and we'll walk to my house."

"Fuck that," he said, "meet me in the parking lot out back and we'll drive
to your house. In fact, grab your stuff and I'll give you a lift home, if
that's where you're headed."

"Cool with me, bud."

That night I beat off twice with fantasies of Garrick's cock buried deep
down my throat. I'd have to unload often to keep my horniness level down
enough so I didn't try to rape the stud. Naked images of him filled my
dreams, my hard cock demanded immediate attention when I woke the next
morning.

Garrick was really smart, just not focused, he needed to improve his study
habits, but with my help he was doing better in both subjects already.  By
our fifth study session I was madly in love. The more I got to know him,
the more I liked him, the more I lusted for him. I tried being cool and
thought I was pulling it off. I was wrong.

We'd just arrived at my house and gone up to my room.  Garrick seemed a
little wired so when he headed right into the bathroom off my room I
figured he'd need to take a wicked piss. I didn't hear the sound of
splashing water so I thought maybe he was taking a dump. I was startled
when I heard him call out to me.

"Jason, could you come in here, I have a problem I need you to help me
with."

I thought he might be sick, so I hurried through the door.  TOTAL SHOCK!!!
That doesn't begin to describe my reaction. Garrick was standing with his
back to the toilet facing me. His sweat shirt was hoisted up and his jeans
and underwear were clumped around his feet and ankles. He was looking down
at and slowly stroking the biggest, hardest, fattest cock I'd ever seen.

Without looking up at me he whispered, "Garrick means straight lance. It
fits doesn't it?"

He was looking at me now, watching me has I stood there frozen in place, my
eyes on his sturdy piece of cock meat, mesmerized with lust for it. He had
me and he knew it.

"I know you've been wanting it for a long time. I need it bad, ain't cum it
a warm mouth for a long time. I need it, you want it. Go for it."

The world was moving in slow motion. I walked up to him and fell to my knee
in front of him. His wonderful cock was at eye level. It was perfect,
straight and thick with a bulbous head, a clear drop of honey liquid formed
at the small slit. His balls were huge and tight just below the base of his
shaft.

My tongue darted out to lap up his sweet drop. He pushed the head between
my lips and entered me, removing his hand as he fed me the whole eight
inches. I began to gag and he withdrew enough to allow me to get use to
this new oral sensation. In a matter of minutes I was making love to his
stiff pole as though I'd been doing it all my life. Once he sensed that I'd
become comfortable he grabbed the back of my head with both of his strong
hands and began to slowly fuck my face.  He wasn't frantic or frenzied,
rather easy and loving, moaning softly, whispering how good it felt, how
wonderful my mouth and tongue were. I was enraptured, fulfilled by the
feelings of warmth which coursed through my body as I nursed on him. His
passions were increasing at a pace to match my own. I didn't know what it
felt liked to be sucked on, but I was certain it couldn't be any more
sensuous or pleasurable than the feelings I was experiencing in servicing
my dream lover.

I sensed his need for release as we built toward his climax. I wanted to
take it all, to drink down his sexual essence, to savor his life's
substance as it gushed from his balls into my mouth.  I was taking him to
the hilt like an old pro and his pistoning increased in speed and
intensity. I reached up with my right hand to caress his balls which were
up tight against him. I felt his meaty head expand in size, he rose up on
his tip toes, let out a roar and unloaded gush, after thick gush of rich
salty-sweet man juice into my hungry mouth.

After I'd drained him dry, he had to push me away from his already
softening dick. "Relax Jason.  We have almost three hours left. Today I'm
the tutor and I think you have lots to learn."