Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2010 07:59:19 -0600
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Football Playeer and the Geek

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The Football Player and the Geek
By: shyoldguy

I am 18 years old over six feet tall with broad shoulders, and a narrow
waist. I am strong and muscular. I have dark hair, almost black, and a very
hairy body. My eyes are a light brown. I have a large dick, almost nine
inches (yes, I have measured it) and big low hanging balls. My legs are
long and strong, and I have large feet with long toes. I am the star
quarterback for my high school, and have been told I am very handsome. All
the girls in school are after me, and I have bedded a few of them. I am,
however, gay.

Needless to say, I can't let anyone know . . . ever. I have never been with
a guy, but have known from an early age that I was gay. When I was just a
little boy, I was always interested in other boy's bodies. I was always
playing "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours". I did talk a few of
my friends out of their pants. I stopped when I asked and older boy . . .
and he beat me up. As my body started to develop, and I discovered
masturbation, I thought about boys all the time while I was stroking. I had
a cousin that lived near by for a while, and we would masturbate together
watching porn. Well . . . he watched the women on the screen, and I watched
him. He was 14 and I was 12.

I have been able to keep my sexuality secret; however I do beat off a
lot. I visit the gay porn sites, look at the fine young bodies, and shoot
three or four loads a day. I would love to be with another guy, you know,
naked and in bed. But I am so scared of getting found out. I am able to
keep my appendage under control in the locker room; however, it is not easy
when you are surrounded by naked young 17 and 18 year old bodies.

I am a good student, fairly smart. I am in advance classes and always carry
at least a B average. But it became apparent that calculus was not my
subject. My coach arranged for a tutor to help me. It was kind of
embarrassing. When I went to the office to meet him for the first time, I
couldn't believe what happened.

First off Nathan was not a buff, young athlete. He was a geek. I kind of
expected that from a 17 year old boy that was good at calculus and had the
time and was willing to tutor another guy. He had short washed out blond
hair, muddy brown eyes, wore glasses, and was overweight. He wasn't fat,
just sort of pudgy. He was pale, like he never went out in the sun. I had
seen him around school; he drove a light blue VW Bug convertible.

The guys on the team made smart ass remarks about him behind his back. They
did that to a lot of "un-cool" guys at school. But what was so surprising
was the way my body responded when he smiled at me. When we were
introduced, I put out my hand to shake his; he took it, made eye contact
and smiled. My cock went rigid in my pants.  I don't know if you believe in
love at first site, I didn't, I do now. Something happened inside me, I
can't even describe the feelings that overcame me. Not just the physical
one, hell, my body was screaming to have sex with him, but something deep
in my soul. Damn, I just fell in love with a geek.

It was really hard to concentrate on calculus the first time he came over,
but he was a good teacher. He started coming over three times a week, and
we would sit at the dining room table and work on our homework. Our routine
was to go out on the back deck after we were done, have something to drink
and talk. I really started to enjoy those talks, and looked forward to them
all day. My friends thought I was really stupid to need a tutor for almost
the whole semester. The truth was I caught on to the subject, but wanted a
reason to spend time with Nathan. We never talked about our sexuality or
sex at all. One night while we were sitting in the dark sipping some iced
tea, he reached over and put his hand on top of mine. The next thing I knew
we held hands every time we sat out there together.  Yeah, I know, it's
kind of girlie, but I liked it. Just that innocent touch, told me so much.

I guess he had the same feelings for me. We never had the opportunity to be
alone; I couldn't let my friends see me with him. As far as they knew he
was my tutor and nothing else. The only contact we could have was when he
came over to tutor me. Until one day in early September. When we were
sitting outside after or session, he told me that his parents were going
out of town for the weekend. He asked me if I wanted to come over and spend
the night. Hell yes, I wanted to spend the night, but how could I.  How
could I explain away the hunky football player spending the night with the
geek?  Unless . . . I could convince everyone I was someplace else. If I
told my parents that I was spending the night with Bill from the team, I
had stayed over his house from time to time, they would buy that. If I told
Bill I was going to shack up with some girl for the night, he would cover
for me. Hell, I had done it for him before. I guess I was finally going to
loose my cherry.

I was so excited; I couldn't wait until Friday night. I left our house at
six that evening; I had showered, shaved, put on some nice jeans and a
button front shirt, loafers without socks, and my jock strap. As I was
putting them on, I was thinking about taking them off.  Damn, I was so
ready for this. I wanted Nathan so bad. I had been around hunky jocks,
naked in the locker room, there tight bodies glistening in the shower, but
I had never wanted one of them the way I wanted Nathan. I loved him so
much, and wanted him to be my first. Actually I was hoping he was my last
too. He was all I had wanted.

I drove to his house, my rock hard cock jammed in my pants. I couldn't
wait. I walked up to his house, stood at the door afraid to knock, and
afraid not to. What happened in the next 30 seconds could change my life
fore ever. I knocked. He opened the door wearing only a white t- shirt, and
grey sweat pants; I guess they were equivalent to pajamas for him. He
obviously had been looking forward to this too, because they were tented
several inches from his body, and there was a wet spot on the front, a
rather large wet spot. He took me by the hand and led me in closing, and
locking, the door behind me.

There was music playing softly in the background, not the current teenage
stuff, but something sweet and calming, a clarinet and piano, I think. He
took me in his arms, and we just stood there inside the door holding each
other; full body contact, his head on my shoulder. I could feel his hard
dick pressing into me, and I knew he could feel mine. Are bodies started to
sway, and we were dancing to the music. Yeah, I know most of you are
thinking how corny that was, but I loved it, holding him and slow dancing
around the room. And then . . . he did it, he kissed me. Not one of those
deeply erotic, tongue twisting, spit sharing kisses, but a soft, on the
lips kiss. And . . . I shot my load in my pants.

Just a kiss, one lips to lips kiss, his arms around me, one of my hands on
the back of his head, playing with his hair, the other on his soft round
butt, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric. Just one kiss
had tipped me over the edge, my jock strap filled with cum, my legs
weakened, my head swam, and I slowly sank to my knees. Nathan stepped back,
and pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his soft white hairless
chest.  His dark round nipples were hard. His skin looked so pale and
soft. He hooked his fingers under the elastic in his pants and slid them
down his round soft thighs, to his bare feet and stepped out of them. His
rock hard seven inch cock pointed at me. It stuck straight out from a small
bush of light blond hair. My god he was gorgeous! He didn't have tan lines,
not because he sun bathed in the nude, but because he didn't have any
tan. He said, "Let's do this right, let's go to my room, okay?" he turned
and walked toward the hall, looking over his shoulder to see if I was
following. I was rock hard looking at his butt, it to was smooth, white and
soft looking, and very appetizing When he realized I was still on my knees,
he turned back took my hand helping me to my feet and then led me down the
hall to his room.

His room obviously had not been redecorated since he was in elementary
school; the wall paper had cowboys on it. The bed was a twin, with a horse
and barn themed patterned cover. There was a stuffed pony on the pillow. He
pushed the pony off onto the floor, and lay down on his back motioning me
to come to him. I was helpless to do anything else.  Letting my loafers
drop to the floor, I took his hands, and lay down on top of his naked
form. My cock was throbbing in the wet pouch of my jock. He held me that
way for quite some time, his bare left leg wrapped around my right one, his
hand playing with my hair, and the other one rubbing my back. "I love you
Andrew." He whispered. "I love you too Nathan, I have since the first
moment I saw you." And we kissed again. Slowly he unbuttoned my shirt, and
slid it off my shoulders, and down my arms. His short, pudgy fingers played
with the hair on my chest, finding my nip, and gently stimulating it until
it was rock hard. His lips tenderly caressed it driving me crazy, then his
tongue licking it, softly sucking it, and I shot my second load in my jock
strap.

I needed to get out of these pants, so I climbed off him and stood by the
bed, unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I was standing
next to him in nothing but my cum soaked jock strap. When I hooked my
fingers under the elastic waist, he reached out and stopped me. Leaning
over the edge of the bed, he started sucking my cum out of my pouch. Damn!
I shot another load.

He took my rod out of the side of the pouch, and sucked it until it was
hard as a rock again. His sweet lips caressing my shaft while his tongue
probed my head and pee slit.  When I was on that edge again, he pulled off
and asked, "Would you like to fuck me now?" I slid the wet jock down my
hairy legs, and stepped out of it, almost tripping in the process. "Please
Nathan, fuck me; I want you inside me so bad." I pleaded, "Andrew, are you
sure, it will hurt the first time. Are you sure you don't want to do me."
Nathan said in his soft high voice. "No, please, fuck me. I have dreamed
about this forever. I want to feel a cock in my ass. I beat off thinking
about it, and I want you to be my first. Please Nathan." I begged.

He positioned me on the bed. I was on my stomach with a pillow under my
hips. He put his face in my crack and started licking me, he ran his tongue
over my hole, while his hands stroked my thighs and squeezed my balls. When
he would come up for air he would tell me how much he loved me, how hot he
thought I was, and that he was the luckiest boy in the world to have a
lover like me. I knew that I was the lucky one.

He started sticking his tongue in my boy pussy, but when he stuck his
finger in my ass, I shot my fourth load in and hour. My balls were aching,
and there was a dull pain inside somewhere. He worked two fingers in my
cunt, and then got up and got condom and a tube of lube out of his night
stand drawer. "No please, Nathan, bare back me, please." I begged. "I've
been with other men, Andrew, maybe we should play it safe." He replied.  "I
don't care, please, this is my first time, I want to feel everything,
Please Nathan; I'll take my chances."

He squeezed some lube in my hole, coated his naked dick, and positioned it
on my waiting opening. "Let me know if I am hurting you. Okay?" "I love you
Nathan, please make love to me." He pressed his hard cock into my waiting
hole, I was expecting some pain, but he was so gentle and slow, that it
just felt wonderful. "You feel so good Andrew, are you okay?" my lover
asked. All I could do was moan my pleasure. He slowly started humping his
hips, going a little deeper with each thrust.

His cock felt wonderful, I was so full, and the pressure was building in my
ass and in my balls. He continued his in and out rhythm, very slowly and
carefully. We continued like this for almost twenty minutes, as my
explosion started to build. I could feel something expanding inside me, my
head began to swim, and tears came to my eyes. Nathan started fucking me in
earnest, faster and faster harder and harder. His breath came in shorter
and shorter gasps. Deeper and deeper his massive dick penetrated me, all
the way to my soul.  "Oh damn Andrew, I love you, I love you. Oh
Andrewwwwww."  He yelled as his hot milky boy cum exploded inside me.

 His last deep thrust hit that spot, that spot that was just waiting for
it. It detonated the largest orgasm of my life; I thought my balls were
going to shoot out of my cock. I screamed. "Oh god Andrew, are you okay?"
Nathan asked, in between gasps; with true concern in his voice. I started
laughing, "Oh Nathan, I have never been better, I love you, I love you so
much, thank you." He pulled his softening wiener out of my love hole. It
was throbbing, but so were my dick, my balls, and whatever it was inside me
that made this all possible. I rolled onto my back, feeling his cum leak
out of me and Nathan curled up next to me, his head on my chest. "I think I
ruined your pillow," I said. "it has a huge wet spot." He laughed. "I love
you Andrew, can you tell?"

"If my Coach finds out about this, my life will be shit. Can we keep this
quiet until after the season ends?" I asked. "Then I will tell my parents."
I said. "I think your coach already knows, he knows I'm gay, and I think he
set you up with me on purpose." He replied. "How does Coach know you are
gay?" I asked. He just smiled


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