Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 13:46:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Godia Forit <godia_forit@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Jock and The Tutor 1

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
are either the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.  This
story also contains nudity, and descriptions of sexual behavior between
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THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR

I am 14 years old and the scrawny nerd at school.  I don't like it but that
is what I am. I am 4' 6" and weight just 75 pounds.  Most of that weight
must be in my brains because although I am supposed to be in the 9th grade
I am taking 12th grade classes.  It sucks being the little guy with all the
answers in class.  Teachers have even asked me not to answer question so
other people have a chance to think.

So how did I get hooked up with the big senior jock?  He was one of the
same jocks who used to pick on me in the hallways at elementary school.  It
is the same one who now is 6' 2" and weighs 205.

That's a good question.  It was my parents fault.  You see my parents are
good friends with his parents.  He and I never hung out together even when
we were invited over to their house for dinner.  When they were invited to
our house he never came along but my parents would not let me stay at home
by myself so I had to go.  I would suffer sitting listening to the adults
talk about ridiculous things because he would not invite me to their family
room to watch television with him because he was a jock (who picked on me
unmercifully at school) and I was the nerd.

One night he decided to join us at their dining room table to eat.  When he
came into the room his mom introduced us.

"Yeah, I know." Troy said, "He's in some of my classes.  He's the teacher's
pet because he knows all the answers."

"Well you need to spend more time with him." His dad said.  "You're never
going to make a division one school unless you bring your grades up."

Troy shot his dad a look that said that is not going to happen.

The conversation turned to division one schools and morphed into sports.
My mind went to analytical statistics.  How many division one schools are
there?  How many jocks are at each one on the average?  How many of them
really care about a college education?

My mind was doing the math when I heard my mother call my name.

"Rodger, Rodger," she said, "Are you with us?  He was probably playing math
games in his head."

Everybody laughed, Troy the loudest.  I looked at him with the meanest look
I could give.  He laughed harder.

"WHAT?" I said.

"I was telling everyone that you could help Troy with his studies." She
said, "I'm sure you can figure out where he needs help and help him."

"That would be wonderful." Troy's mother said.

"Any help at all would be an improvement." His dad said.

I snapped my head around to glare at my mother.  If she only knew how many
times he had slapped the books out of my hands in the hallway at school.

"Hey that would be great." Troy said.  "We can start right after supper.  I
need help with an English paper that is due tomorrow."

It snapped just as fast back to Troy.  He had this shit eating grin that
told me this is not good.

The closer we got to the finish our meal the more my stomach churned.  By
the time we finished I felt like I was going to regurgitate my meal.

"Come on Rodger," he never called me that at school, in fact I was
surprised he knew what my name was.  "Let's go to my room so I can show you
what I am doing."

He stood, I stayed sitting.  Everyone turned to look at me.  I felt myself
blush because I am not used to being the focus of attention.

"I turned to Troy's father and asked, "May I be excused?"

Everyone laughed again.  I blushed harder.

I followed him like a little puppy dog.  He went up the stairs two at a
time.  I did it one at a time but I hurried so I could keep up with him.
It must have been something to see my little butt wiggling back and forth
as I hurried to keep up.

He held the door to his bedroom and ushered me in with his hand on my back.
I was like a lamb being led to slaughter.

I don't know if it was his hand on my back or the smell in the room but I
became dizzy.  The smell was all male.  Not a bad smell but one that made
me control my breathing so I would not hyperventilate.

His room was large compared to mine.  He had a king size bed (probably
because his size needed one), a dresser with a television and game console
on it, a desk and two night stands, one on either side of the bed.

As soon as he closed the door he started taking his shirt off.  I must have
flushed.

He said, "You don't mind do you?  I am usually naked when I am here by
myself but I'll leave my boxers on."

I gasped when he pulled his shorts down.  I don't know if it was because I
am not used to guys being practically naked or the size of his package.

He saw and heard my reaction.  "I can get dressed if you want, it's just
that I am used to being naked around the guys in the locker room."

"NO, No," I stammered, "It's okay."  My heart was pounding in my throat.

He stepped out of the shorts and left them lay on the floor.  Pulling out
the chair to his desk he motioned me to sit.

He opened his English book to the assignment.  He leaned over my shoulder
to show me his problem.  I could smell his underarm.  It was not a foul
smell but a pleasant deodorant , sweet smell.

"What I am having trouble with is they have you read this story and then
ask what the story is saying?" He said, "What kind of shit is that? You can
just read it then you will know."

It was like a switch, I went into my nerd mode.  I could have easily given
him the answer but instead asked him, "Who is important in the story?" Then
"What are they doing?

He gave me two perfect answers.  "That is what they are looking for." I
said.  "Write that down just like you told me."

In 15 minutes he had his English completed.  We moved on to world history
then algebra.  He was really smarter than he gave himself credit for.  What
I saw as his problem was the teacher taught it one way and if you didn't
get it that was your problem.  I would go at it at different angles until I
found the one that worked for him.  In math I tried to use sports as
examples and found out how little I knew about sports.  He was as patient
with me on sports as I was with him on school work.

I don't know where the time went but the next thing I knew we had been at
it for two hours and had finished everything he needed to do for tomorrow.

As he closed the last book he said, "Thanks Rodger.  You make it so easy to
understand.  You should be the teacher instead of a student.

I turned and looked straight into the opening of his boxers.  Suddenly the
scents came back.  I could smell his maleness.  I almost passed out this
time.  My whole body got hot.

He pulled my head to his stomach, into a hug and said, "I really appreciate
your help and hope you continue to help me."

With my face on his stomach his crotch was at my chest.  I could feel his
penis through his boxers and my shirt.  It was hot.  I felt it twitch.

I think it scarred him.  He pushed me back, picked up his shorts and put
them on. Grabbing his shirt he said, "Come on," and walked out into the
hall.

When we got downstairs and into their living room where our parents were he
asked my parents, "Can Rodger come home with me after school tomorrow?  He
explains it different than the teachers, he makes it so easy and I have a
test on Friday that I have to get ready for."

I stumbled and almost fell but Troy reached a hand out and caught me before
I fell.  Not only was he quick but I was behind him and I don't know how he
knew I was falling.

"I don't see a problem with that." My mom said.

His dad said, "You mean there is hope for the dumb jock."

"He's not dumb." I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Again all eyes were on me.  I don't like that, never have.  So I blushed
again.

Troy wrapped his arm around my head and gave me a noogky.  "It's the
teacher."

It was almost eleven when we left.  That surprised me because ten was my
bedtime on school nights.

When we got home I brushed my teeth and got in bed.  I wish I could say I
went right to sleep but that was not going to happen.  I rolled and tossed
all night.  My mind kept going to his scent, to the view I had when I could
see in his boxer, to the feel of his penis when it pulsed against my chest.
I even imagined what it would be like if his boxers and my shirt hadn't
been between them.  That took me back to the smell and it started all over
again.

The weird thing is I had never had sexual thoughts and these were not
sexual.  It was more of a content feeling I had.  If you can believe it I
have never had a sexual thought, I had never jack off.  I heard about it at
school but have never tried it.  I wasn't interested in it.

When my alarm went off I don't think I had been asleep once.  I am sure I
dosed from time to time but it felt like I had been awake the whole time.

The next day at school was really weird.  He sought me out and brought me
to sit with him and the jocks before school started.  "Rodger is better
than any of the teachers.  If any of you guys have trouble understanding
something, ask Rodger to explain it.  His mom and dad were at our house for
supper and he helped me with my homework.  I don't mean he gave me the
answers, he explained it so I could understand it."

Of course all eyes went to me and that made me blush.

 Troy walked me to my first class.  I think it was so I would not get
picked on.  I didn't because who would go up against Troy.

Second period was English and we were both in the same class.  The teacher,
thinking they would get points with the kids, made fun of my intelligence.

"He does a hell of a lot better explaining things than you do." Rodger
blurted out.

Again all eyes turned towards me.  I blushed.

It went that way all day.  It may have been my mind tricking me but all day
I could hear murmuring as I walked down the hall and I was sure it was
about me.

At lunch time I sat with the jocks.  Actually I sat by myself at my usual
table and as they came in they sat at my table.  Then first one didn't
understand the same English problem Troy had problems with.  He had English
after lunch.  I asked him the same questions I had asked Troy.  He got it
right away.  The second had problems remembering dates in history.  I gave
him a lesson in associating the events and dates into something funny.  The
third couldn't get algebra no matter what.  By the time lunch was over he
thought he got it and I had only eaten half of my lunch.

Troy and I had world history together.  At class he told me to come to the
practice field after school and wait for him.

Last period Troy had sports (it was football season) and I had study hall.
By then every kid in school had heard about my helping others.  It was like
I was the teacher.  The teacher just sat there as I went from desk to desk
helping whoever needed help.  Some kids would call me be back to check if
they were doing it correctly.

I was 20 minutes late leaving because they kept asking questions.  Who said
kids don't want to learn.  I think a lot of teachers don't care if the kids
learn it or not.

After going to my locker and getting the 2 books I wanted I walked out to
the football (American football) practice field.  They did not have stands
at the practice filed but had a long bench the players used when they
could.  Troy came running across the field, jumped in the air and brought
the ball down over his shoulder.  I didn't know that was a good play until
the coach made a comment about a nice catch.

After practice was over he came over and said "Come on."

I followed him into the locker room.  I had never been in there before.
The smell was intoxicating.  Guys were taking off their uniforms and going
to the shower naked.

I was very uncomfortable.  Troy got naked but did not go to shower.
Instead he put his school clothes back on, picked up 3 books and again
said, "Come on."

Following him I was taking 3 steps to his 1.  His long legs and fast pace
kept me almost at a run.

When we got to his car he opened the door for me.  I put on my seatbelt as
he was going around to the driver's side.

He put on his seatbelt then patted my thigh as he said, "Ready?"

I could feel my penis shoot up to full hardness.  It had never done that
before.  It felt like all the blood left my body to fill my dick.

I couldn't say anything.  I just nodded.

I sat there thinking, what is wrong with me? Why do I feel like my stomach
is turning in knots?  Why is his hand so hot through my slacks?

He put the car in reverse and backed out of his parking spot.  After he put
the car in drive his hand came back to my thigh, only higher this time.

I almost exploded.  I had major turmoil going on in my body.  I didn't
understand these feelings.

After leaving the driveway from the school parking lot, he put both hands
on the wheel.  I took my first breath.  Oh the smell.  It was not the good
kind of smell but it excited me anyway.  It was a sweaty football practice
smell.

Neither one of us said anything all the way to his house.  My body relaxed
some and I felt more comfortable.  That would soon end.

We got to his house and no one was home.  I followed him up the stairs.  He
took the stairs 2 at a time and I hurriedly did them one at a time. He was
in his room by the time I was up the stairs.  The door was open.

When I went in the door he was completely naked, clothes thrown all over
the room.  Of course my eyes went straight to his crotch.  It was big.  It
was beautiful.  Well a lot bigger than my 4 incher and it was soft.  It was
soft and hanging over his balls perfectly. I couldn't take my eyes off of
it.

He was oblivious of my staring.  He was so comfortable with his nakedness
he had no idea the effect it was having on me.  I didn't understand the
effect it was having on me.

As he walked through a door he said, "Come on you can shower with me. It's
a big shower."

'OH NO I CAN'T' I thought.  After seeing his body, his thing, there was no
way I would get naked in front of him.

"Umm, no thanks," I said, "I'm okay."  "Suit yourself," he replied, "but if
you stink when I come out I'll carry you outside and hose you off."  The
picture in my mind of him carrying me sounded like fun to me.

I was sitting at his desk checking the homework he had finished when he
came out of the bathroom.  He had nothing on and was drying his hair with
his towel.  His penis was swinging back and forth as he rubbed the towel on
his head.

As the weeks progressed we fell into a routine of Tuesday and Thursday I
rode home with him to help him study.  He went from a B-C student to
straight A's at the end of the six week period.  When his dad saw his
report card he accused me of doing his work for him.  I wasn't and replied
I couldn't take the tests for him and if he didn't do the work himself it
would show in the tests.

Almost every day I was in the cafeteria after school helping those who
wanted help.  Some days Troy had to come looking for me when his practice
was finished so he could give me a ride home or to his house to go over his
homework.

Oh, and another thing that happened was I went from the bottom socially at
school to being the most popular.  Everyone knew my name and came to me for
advice, even for non-school personal stuff.  I started writing an advice
column for the school paper.

One guy wrote in asking how he could get his girlfriend to have sex.  I
wrote he should save that for when he was married and instead take the
problem in hand and deal with it on his own.  This advice came from a guy
who was devoid of any sex and really didn't care.  They call it asexual.
Somehow it got past our advisor and made it to print.  I couldn't walk down
the hall without everyone stopping me to comment on it.

Another thing that changed is I was never interested in sports, playing it
or watching it.  I had nothing to do with it.  I was invited by his parents
to go to the game with them.  I didn't have to sit with them but they would
take me and bring me home after it was over.  I sat in the student section
and luckily sat next to a boy who knew everything about it.  He was on the
freshman team and gave me a play by play on everything that was going on.
He would even tell me what play he thought they would run next.

"They are running a pass play to Troy." He said, "It's about time.  Troy
has six inches on the guy that is covering him."

A guy took the ball and ran back, turned and threw the ball.  Troy running
down the side of the field didn't even turn to look at the ball.  He put
his arms up on his right shoulder, caught the ball and ran to the end of
the field.  Everybody jumped up screaming, even me, but the guy next to me
beat on my shoulder.

The last three weeks have been the best in my life.  Then everything
changed.

It was a Tuesday.  I was checking Troy's homework while he was taking a
shower.  As usual he came out naked drying his hair with the towel.  He
came over and stood next to me just like usual.  That's when things
changed.

I was explaining to him what he needed to do on the English assignment
while watching his dick swing back and forth.

"You can touch it if you want." He said.

I didn't know what he was talking about and looked up to his face.

"You stare at it every time." He added, "You can touch my dick if you
want."

"I'm sorry." I said, "I didn't mean to."

"That's okay." Troy said, "I remember being your age and being curious.  Go
ahead, touch it."

My eyes went back to it.  It had gotten bigger.  A different smell was
coming from it.  I think they call it Pheromones.  It might not have been a
smell but it definitely attracted me to it.  It was like a magnet.  My nose
moved closer and my hand reached out and felt it.  I don't remember moving
but my hand somehow found its way.

He moaned and it quickly grew.  He turned towards me and somehow I was now
facing it.  It was only a few inches away.

I couldn't stop myself.  I didn't want to act queer but the next thing I
knew I was kissing it.  Not just kissing it but worshiping it.

Troy softly took my head in both hands and rubbed his now hard dick up and
down my face.

"Suck me." He said.

I opened my mouth to ask what he meant and his dick slid in.  He moaned.
He slid it in and out a few times.

"Watch your teeth." He gasped.  "Cover them with your lips."

I did as more and more of his dick was getting in.  I started to gag but he
pulled my head forward and the gag went away as his dick slid into my
throat.  He pulled back allowing me to gasp for breath.  He pulled
completely out and rubbed it across my face.

I had become obsessed.  I wanted it in my mouth.  I grabbed the base and
slid my lips back over it's length swallowing as it slid down my throat.

"Oh gawd!" he exclaimed, "Here it comes."

I didn't know what it was.  A few seconds later my mouth was flooded.  The
second blast was in my throat.  I pulled back until just the head was in my
mouth.  Three, four, five shots were expelled.  I swallowed as fast as I
could.  I didn't want to.  I wanted to explore the flavor but was afraid I
would drown if I didn't swallow.

As I ran my tongue along the bottom of his cock more oozed out onto my
tongue.  I now knew what "it" was.

He let his dick stay in my mouth as he went thru a few aftershocks.  Them
putting his hands under my arms he lifted me until he was standing and we
were face to face.  I couldn't believe how easily he held me up to where we
were eye to eye.

My eyes were on his eyes.  His eyes were on my eyes.  We looked at each,
unblinking, until his face got closer and closer.  His lips touched mine
and my eyes rolled back then closed.  My whole head exploded as his tongue
went into my mouth and found mine.  My legs wrapped around his waist, my
arms around his neck.

Unbeknownst to me we had moved over to his bed.  Still kissing me he lay me
back until he was on top of me.  His kisses moved to my cheek, then ear,
then down my neck as he raised my shirt stopping just long enough to pull
my shirt over my head.

His kisses moved across my left shoulder then down to my nipple.
"AAAAAaaaaggghhhh!" my head screamed.  Or did I do that out loud.  I don't
know but I thought I heard it echo in the room.  The kisses moved across my
chest to the right one.  This one, as it became erect, he nibbled on with
his teeth.  I was on fire

He kissed across my stomach to my navel.  His tongue dug into my innie
belly button.

As his kisses moved downward I realized my pants and underwear were at my
ankles.  I have no idea how or when that happened.  I am sure the only
reason they were not completely off was my shoes were in the way.

He skipped my penis and lapped at my balls.  I was so hard it hurt.  I
could feel every beat of my heart in my penis as it pulsed.  His tongue
slid up the length of it and his mouth engulfed it completely.

It was so intense I blacked out.  Whited out would be a better description.
I saw a bright white light and then nothing.

When I became aware of things again, he was on his back, my head was on his
shoulder and I was wrapped in his arms and legs.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he kissed my forehead.

I was breathing hard and could not speak.  I smiled and that was my answer.
"I hope you're not mad at me for doing that.  I've wanted to since that
first night you were in my bedroom.  I have known I am gay since I was your
age.  I just don't let anyone know.  "Please don't tell anyone."

"Only if you promise me we can do it again."  I said.

"We better finish my homework so we have time then." He smiled.

He got up, took my shoes off and my clothes the rest of the way.  I was
never dressed in his room again.


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