Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2005 16:32:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Guy Smith <nvwriter2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The jock and the nerd

In high school I was the quintessential nerd. I didn't
just have one or two of the stereotypes, I had them
all. I was tall and skinny. By my freshman year I was
almost 6 foot tall and by my sophomore year I had
topped six feet. I was 90 pounds soaking wet, thin as
a rail. Pardon the cliches, but they were all true for
me. I was blind as a bat and wore glasses with thick
lens. I was a clutz and dropped my glasses often. My
parents had gotten tired of replacing my glasses and
two and half weeks and told me to make due with what I
had, so my glasses were taped together in more than
one location. On top of it all I was a social moron.
Totally and completely socially inept. I literally had
no friends at all, hung out only with myself, and
could barely speak to anyone without blushing a bright
crimson red and mumbling incoherent sentences.
I was in my sophomore year when I met Dutch Kinsey. He
had just transferred to my high school. He was a total
football jock and the total opposite of me. He was
well built and muscular. His bright blue eyes were the
opposite of my nondescript hazel ones. Where my dingy
brown hair was unkept and messy, his dark black hair
was always neat and trimmed.
Most of the kids I had went to school had grown up
with me. Some had tried to befriend me, but I had
shunned them, others had shunned me because of my
weird behavior and looks. I still recieved my fair
amount of teasing and harassment, but I had learned
how to deal with it.
For some reason, Dutch had decided to befriend me. We
had P.E. together and during a jog he decided to jog
alongside me. He talked to me, and I replied with my
usual mumbles. He didn't get scared. We jogged
together for a week. I began to figure that he need
me, the nerd, to help him with his school work. I
learned that wasn't the case when he told me had was
getting straight A's while still playing on the
football team.
He continued to buddy up with me during P.E. helping
me out when I needed help, teaching me, and never
making fun of me. I couldn't figure out why he had
chosen me to be his friend.
We began to spend a lot of time together before,
during and after school. I started to break out of my
shell, at least with him. With other people I was
still a social idiot.
One day Dutch told me that his parents were going to
be gone for the weekend, leaving him at his place for
three days all by himself. He asked to stay the
weekend with him and I accepted. He had a nice place
with a pool and hot tub.
The first night we swam in the pool and sat in the hot
tub. I had brought my swimming trunks, but Dutch had
climbed into the water naked. He told me he didn't
care if I did the same, but I was too embarassed to do
it. We played in the pool, wrestling and fooling
around. When we sat in the hot tub, he again invited
me to go naked and again I didn't.
He didn't seem embarrassed to walk around naked in
front of me. I did my best not to stare at him, but at
times I couldn't resist. I had to admit his cock was
nice looking, seven or so inches long, it swung as he
walked. I had never thought of myself as gay. Actually
I never thought of myself as sexual in anyway. Girls
had never given me a second look.
I was surprised when he said that he and I could sleep
in the same bed. I was sure I would sleep in a
different room since everybody was gone. But I agreed
and climbed into bed with him. He was nude again and I
wore pajama pants.
Dutch fell asleep quickly. I was laying on the inside
of the bed against the wall on my back, when he
suddenly rolled over. His head was on my shoulder, his
hand on my stomach.
He had a boner and it was pressed firmly against my
leg. His hand wandered in his sleep and came to rest
on my crotch. I began to get hard as his hand squeezed
my cock. I was sure he had no idea what he was doing,
but it felt so damn good.
I had jacked off only a couple times. My mom had
caught me one time and had told me it was a nasty, bad
thing to do. I had managed to suppress most of my
horndog desires by throwing myself into my school
work.
Dutch continued to play with me and I suddenly decided
I had to stop him. I pushed his hand away and crawled
out of bed.
I left his bedroom and went downstairs. I stood by a
set of sliding glass doors looking out withonly the
moonlight to brighten things.
I heard Dutch come down the stairs.
"What's wrong, Kevin?" he asked. I just shrugged my
shoulders.
"Didn't you like what I was doing?" he asked me.
I was floored to realize he had been awake. He saw my
surprise.
"Yeah," he said "I knew what I was doing."
He was still naked and his dick was still hard.
He walked in front of me.
"Are you gay?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he answered. "Bi maybe. I like guys
and girls. I've been with them both. When I saw you
and your cock in the locker room shower I knew I had
to have you."
"What?" I asked.
"Your cock is fucking gorgeous." He said.
I was stunned. I had never thought my cock was
anything out of the ordinary. Longer than most maybe,
maybe even a bit thicker, but nothing special.
Dutch squatted down in front of me and began to play
with my cock through my pajama pants. I got hard
instantly. He placed his mouth to my cock and licked
it through the thin cotton material.
He then pulled my pants down to my ankles and played
with it, making it stretch to it's full hardness.
"It's got to be at least ten inches," he said. "And
thick as a fucking coke bottle."
He began to suck it, gentle at first and then harder
and harder. Whatever doubts I had suddenly went away.
With one hand on the base of my cock, Dutch sucked me.
He couldn't take it all the way, but damn it felt
good.
It took only a few minutes of him sucking me before I
lost it. I began to moan and groan.
"Come on, baby," he urged me on. "Give me your cum."
So I did.
I grabbed the sides of his head and let it all go.
Shot after shot of my cum erupted from my cock and he
did his best to drink it all. But he couldn't. Cum
leaked from his mouth and I continued to spurt it.
When I was done my legs felt numb and I had to lay
down right there. Dutch crawled up next to me and
snuggled up against me. I wrapped my arms around him
and held his warm body to mine. We fell asleep like
that.
We slept for a few hours. When I woke up Dutch was
again sucking my cock. I was hard again.
"Will you fuck me?" he asked, almost begging. He told
me it wouldn't mean I was a queer or anything, he just
had to have my huge cock up his ass.
I said yes for different reasons. I did want to try it
to see how it felt, but I also cared about Dutch a
great deal. I didn't know if it was love at that time,
but he had given me friendship where others hadn't. If
all he wanted from me was my cock, then that was what
I was going to give him.
He was thrilled when I said I would fuck him. He told
me I would have to go slow because he hadn't been
fucked by such a big cock before.
He grabbed some lotion and squeezed a bunch on his
hand and worked it into his asshole. He then told me
to lube up my cock and I did. He got on his hands and
knees. I got behind him and placed my cock on the
outside of his hole. I pushed in as he pushed out and
my thick head popped in.
"OHHH, shit," he moaned. I stayed there for several
minutes before he told me to slide in some more. I
slowly slid in inch by inch until I was all the way in
him. Then I didn't move. I waited for him to let me
know. He started to thrust his hips and I knew he was
ready to take it.
I began to slide in and out. His tight ass felt so
fucking good. I had nothing to compare it too, but I
knew there couldn't be anything better than that.
"Oh, yeah," Dutch moaned "Fuck me. Fuck me with that
big dick."
"You like my cock up your ass, don't you?" I asked
him.
"Oh, yeah," he answered. "I fuckin' love it. Stretch
my ass. Fuck me hard."
And I did. I fucked him hard. I slammed into him for
some time before he told me he wanted to switch
positions.
I pulled out of his ass and he flipped over to his
stomach. I lifted his legs into the air and slid into
him again.
I started fucking him again, urged on by his moans and
groans.
He began jacking his cock and that turned me on even
more.
"Yeah, baby," I said. "I want to see you cum while I'm
fucking you."
He began to really jack off. After a few minutes he
began to moan and groan that he was gonna cum. And cum
he did. His juice erupted from his cock and shot all
over. It hit him in his face, his chest and my face.
The feeling of his orgasm and the tightening of his
ass over my cock as he came sent me over the edge. I
came again, shooting my sperm deep in his ass.
When I was done I collapsed on top of him. He lifted
my head and pulled my face to his face. We kissed
deeply and his tongue invaded my mouth. I knew then I
was totally in love with him.


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