Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 10:34:38 -0800 (PST) From: Godia Forit <godia_forit@yahoo.com> Subject: The Jock and the Tutor Chapter 7 This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If you do download it please download the entire chapter including pre/post comments. 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 underage boys. If you are uncomfortable reading such literature, or are not permitted to do so by the laws of your state, then please cease reading this material; the author will not be held responsible for your actions. If you have any comments about this story, please send them to: godia_forit@yahoo.com Because I write multiple stories please put the name of the story in the Subject line. P.S. Please remember that Nifty provides us with this service for your enjoyment. Go to this link and show your appreciation. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank You. Now that you have done that, sit back, Kleenex in hand and enjoy yourself. THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 7 As I walked up to my father and the principal they were shaking hands. My father said to the principal, "Thank you, I'm glad you understand the situation." My father started for the door. I stood there for a couple of seconds and then followed him. He walks at a fast pace so I had to almost run to keep up with him. I still had my first period book in my hand but nothing else. I caught up with him just as we reached the car. "What's going on?" I asked. The only reply he said was, "Get in the car." I got in the passenger seat and he got behind the wheel. Nothing else was said until he pulled out of the parking lot. "There has been an accident." "NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed. I didn't know who or what but I knew it was not good especially since Troy was not at school. "Troy stayed all night didn't he?" he asked. I couldn't answer, I was in panic mode. I was still screaming. I stopped screaming only because I couldn't breathe and I had run out of air. "I asked you a question." He said forcefully. I couldn't answer. I had no air to speak. I started to panic. I looked to my father for help. He didn't notice he was too busy driving. I grabbed his arm. When he turned to look at me it took him only seconds for him to pull over and stop. He got out and ran around the car, opened my door, unclasped my seatbelt and pulled me into his arms. "It's okay baby. It's okay." He said, "No one was killed. They are badly hurt." I could finally breathe. They, he said they, maybe it's not Troy. "Who? What?' I finally spit out. "Troy's parents. They were broad sided by a drunk driver on their way home last night. The authorities were trying all night to find Troy. They were waiting at his house when he got home this morning." I've never heard my dad talk as fast as he was right now. "He called us and left for the hospital. The first thing he asked was for me to bring you. He needs you son." I went limp in his arms. The relief was so overwhelming that my body just went limp. It was only seconds before I recovered. As soon as I recovered I said, "Take me to him." It was 10 minutes before we were at the hospital. I was shaking I was so nervous. Dad was still pulling into a parking spot when I jumped out and ran for the door. Troy needs me and I wanted to be there for him. Once inside I had no idea where to go. My dad came in running and escorted me through a door and down a long corridor. Troy was in a waiting room that was just for surgery patients. He jumped up as soon as he saw me. I ran and jumped into his arms, wrapped my legs around him and cried on his shoulder. He was crying on mine. A few minutes later I pulled back and looked at him through teary eyes. It was then I noticed my mom had been sitting with him. When I looked at her she stood up. She came over and put her arms around both of us. I asked her, "What is going on?" "John (Troy's dad) is okay. He is out of surgery and in recovery. He will be here a week or two. Mary is still in surgery. The SUV t-boned into the passenger side door. We won't know anything for a while. She is critical and they are trying to stop internal bleeding." Troy held me tighter as she said that. Just then a nurse came out and called Troy's name. We turned and Troy raised his hand. As she walked up to us she said, "Your father is awake now and asking for you. Follow me." All four of us started following her. She stopped and said, "Only family members allowed." My dad said, "We are all family members." The two of them have been friends since second grade and were more like brothers than friends She stuck nose in the air, turned and walked quickly through a door as we followed. We went down a hallway and turned into the recovery room that Troy's dad was in. As soon as John saw Troy he asked groggily, "How's mom?" The nurse shook her head no. I think she didn't want Troy to answer. My mom said, "We don't know anything yet except she is in critical condition. She is in surgery. They are trying to stop internal bleeding." "He didn't even slow down. I had a green light." John said. "The police said he was twice the legal limit." Troy said. "He wasn't injured. They have him in custody. This wasn't his first time." "When are they going to stop these people?" My dad said, "Don't you ever get behind the wheel after drinking alcohol." I don't know if he was talking to me or Troy. He was looking at both of us so maybe both. I had already noticed that my dad would not have a drink when we went out to eat. At home he was like anyone else. Just then a doctor came in wearing scrubs. He must have come straight from the operating room. They had blood splatters all over the front. He looked around at all of us then said, "I think it would be best if y'all waited in the hall." My dad surprised me by saying, "I think it would be best if we all stayed here." I could tell by the look on his face the doctor was not used to people not following his command. Troy had a panic look. We both moved to stand on the other side of the bed from where the doctor was. My mom and dad stood on the same side as the doctor. "Well this is a little gruesome." He started, "She came through the operation but she has a long way to go before she is out of the woods. Her spleen was shattered and we patched it together as best we could. Both her upper and lower intestines were knotted up. We closed a split in her bladder. It took us a while but I think we found and closed all the bleeders. She has 11 broken bones but we won't set those until we know she is recovering. The next 24 hours are crucial if she makes it through those we will take it a day at a time. Any questions?" Both Troy and his dad were shaking. I buried my head in Troy's chest and hugged him as tight as I could. John shook his head no. "We'll get you moved to a private room as soon as we can. If you think of anything don't be afraid to buzz the nurse. Ask her and she will get to me." He looked at my mom and dad. "Would it be okay to pray together?" Troy took his dad's hand, we had our arms around each other, I took the doctors hand, he took my mom's hand, she took my dad's hand and dad took John's hand. We all bowed our heads. The doctor said, "Heavenly Father, we thank you for all that you have given us, for guiding our hands and opening our eyes to these injuries. We ask for you to send your angels to protect Mary during her recovery. She needs your help and without you nothing is possible. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen." We all said "Amen." The doctor left. John asked, "Can Troy stay with you until I get out of the hospital?" "Of course." My mom said. She had a disgusted look like he didn't have to ask, it was just assumed that he would. I held Troy a little tighter thinking he will be in my bed. We can snuggle every night. Then I got hard thinking about what else we could do. It was about 11:30 in the morning when they finally came to move John to a room. We decided to go to lunch while they were moving him. "Would you like us to bring you anything?" mom asked John. "A beer." He replied. Mom got this horrified, angry look and scowled at him. The rest of us laughed. She didn't think it was funny. We went to a place called Red Robin. The burgers are great but it is the milkshakes that makes the place. Troy and I split a burger so I would have room for a milkshake. He said he wasn't hungry. I found that hard to believe. First because he always eats four times a normal person, and second because he had not eaten breakfast. I guess it was because of worrying about his mom. He did eat his half of the burger but only a couple of fries and barely touched his drink. He did not have a shake but had iced tea. He asked for a to-go cup to take the tea with him. When we got back to the hospital John was in his private room. "The doctor came back in while you were gone," he said, "They have her in a drug induced coma. They will keep her that way for a while. You can go see her in recovery." Troy was out the door before he even finished saying it. I ran to catch up. Somehow I knew he would need me. When we got to the recovery desk the nurse said we had to scrub and put a gown and mask on before we could see her. She led us to a small room and told us what to do. She watched to make sure we did it correctly then led us to the room Mary was in. We were not prepared for what we saw. This woman did not look anything like Troy's mom. Her face was swollen, all black and blue. Troy's knees went week. I am too small to hold him up but when I grabbed him it was enough for him to steady himself. "Are you sure that is her?" Troy asked the nurse. "It will be a few days before the swelling goes down." She said, "It may be months if ever before she will look like herself." Troy walked over to her bed. The sheet was pulled up to her neck. He raised the sheet to look at her body. She was naked. Troy reached for her hand. "Don't move her!" the nurse said. He didn't. He put his hand on top of hers, knelt beside the bed and kissed her hand. "I love you mom." He whispered, "I need you." "You can talk to her." The nurse said, "In fact I believe you can be heard and it helps for the person to hear you. They fight harder to survive when a loved one talks to them." "Mom get better so you can watch me walk across the stage at graduation." Troy said much louder this time. "You only have about 6 months so you better hurry." "That's exactly what she needs to hear." The nurse said. We both looked towards the nurse and she had a big smile. "You come back every day and tell her that. We better let her rest now but come back again later." We went back to John's room. We spent the rest of the afternoon there talking. Every once in a while Troy's dad would think of something that Troy would need to do at the house and told him not to forget. Finally my mom started making a list so we would remember everything. A nurse came in to tell us they were moving Mary to intensive care. Troy ran down to recovery so he would be with her when she was moved. Every 2 hours Troy and I would go see her so he could talk to her. I don't know if she heard him or not but I can tell you it made a difference to Troy. Some of the time when we came back he would tell his dad what he told her. When they brought Johns dinner he was having trouble eating. I sat on the bed, cut his meat and fed him. Troy thought that was so funny, watching me feed his dad. We left the hospital to eat but returned as soon as we finished. We stayed until visiting time was over and Troy made one last stop to see his mother. "We have to leave now mom," Troy said, "But I will be back tomorrow. You work on getting healed so you can come to graduation." He kissed her on the forehead, patted her hand and we left. Since the police brought Troy to the hospital he did not have his car. My mom and dad rode in the front seat with Troy and I in the back. We went to Troy's house so he could get some clothes and things he would need and to bring his car to our house. My mom and dad dropped us off and headed home. Troy and I went in to get his things. I was first going up the steps. We were halfway up the stairs when Troy put his hand on my butt. He was rubbing and squeezing it. I was having trouble concentrating by the time we were at the top. When I stumbled on the top step Troy grabbed me. He picked me up like I was a girl and carried me into his room. We kissed as he went over the threshold of the bedroom door. I was instantly in heat. When he laid me on his bed I grabbed his hardness through his jeans. I could see the cum stains from last night. I couldn't believe he walked around all day like that. He worked on my bottom half while I worked on my top half and I was naked in less than 10 seconds. I grabbed his belt buckle while he was taking his shirt off. In 15 seconds he was laying naked on top of me. His tongue was in my mouth controlling my tongue. As he was kissing me his knee pushed my legs apart and he settled between them. His hardness pushing below my balls was making my taint slippery with his pre-cum. Between his rubbing that spot with his dick and my dick rubbing his pubic hair I was almost there. Evidently he was already there. His hot cum deluged my balls as he forcefully shot. His moan was so loud they probably heard it next door. I was instantly disappointed. I wanted him in me and I knew he would go soft after such a hard cum. It affected me so much I started to go soft. He was not as hard as he was but it was by no means soft. He continued to rub it from my balls to my hole spreading his sperm. I regained the stiffness I had before. He brought first my left leg then my right up to his shoulders. He was still kissing me deeply. His maleness found its own way to my boy pussy. It was so slippery with cum that it slid in with barely a grunt from me. I did moan. I couldn't help it. It felt so glorious sliding in. I pulled away from his kiss and bit his neck. When I did he pushed fully into me. The pleasure was even greater. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling his face to my neck. The warmth of his breath made me shiver with excitement. He was moving slow and methodically within me. Just before he was completely in me I would feel his pubic hair rub my extremely hard dick. Every time he went in he pushed past my prostate and every time he pulled out it rubbed it again. My biggest complaint was he was going too slowly. I started moving faster but he continued his slow pace. It was frustrating. "Please," I begged, "Harder, faster." Although I could not see him I could feel him smile against my neck. When I bit his neck again, he decided to comply with my wishes. But he did so slowly. It took more than 5 minutes for his pace to catch up with mine. Each pump inward became harder and faster. Then his pace became frantic as his second climax approached. Mine was leading the way but his wasn't far behind. When my climax hit it was like nothing I had ever felt before. It crept up on me, starting with a tingle in my prostate that flew to engulf my entire body with a heat I can't explain. It then raced back down causing my cock to shoot so hard it hurt. I screamed in pleasure. My sphincter clamped hard on his pumping dick and that was all he could take. We were both moaning. No, it wasn't a moan it was more of a yell. I shot, he shot. I shot again, he shot again. I don't know how long it went on but it was too long, it was too short. It seemed forever but then it was over too soon. He stayed on his elbows but dropped his lower half fully onto me. We were both gasping for breath. Troy lifted his head, looked into my eyes and kissed me softly on the lips. "I love you." I don't know who said it first or if we said it at the same time. He then dropped fully on me crushing me into the bed. It felt so good. I am sure we both fell asleep. I awoke feeling little kisses across my forehead, then down to my neck, up across my chin to my lips. I opened my eyes to the most beautiful smile. "Your parents are going to wonder what happened to us." He said. He had come out of me while I was napping. He got up and I was right behind him. We both started dressing. As I was pulling my jeans up I looked at the clock. It was after 11:00. `Oh shit,' I thought, "We're in deep trouble." For some reason the old song Wake Up Little Susie popped into my head. He went into his bathroom to get his toothbrush, shaving kit and stuff like that. I went into his closet and picked out clothes for tomorrow for him. He threw it all in a duffle bag and we were out the door. Troy parked in the back. When we went in the backdoor my dad was sitting at the kitchen table with a beer. I got a knot in my stomach. Heat travelled from my stomach up to my face. The only thing my dad said as we walked through the kitchen was, "Is everything okay?" It was a good thing Troy was there. He said, "I guess with both my parents in the hospital." We continued up the stairs to my room. Once there we both got undressed to our underwear and went into the bathroom to brush our teeth. We peed together, washed our hand then went back to the bedroom. I was crawling into bed when Troy said, "Huh-uh." He grabbed my underwear and pulled them down. I lifted one leg at a time so he could take them the rest of the way off. He then slid his down, stepped out of them and crawled in behind me. It was a tight fit for both of us but it felt so good. He spooned behind me, I laid my head on his arm and that is all I remember. As usual, I woke just before the alarm went off. I was still wrapped in Troy's arms. I could feel his hard dick poking me in the butt. I reached back, squeezed it, stroked it a couple of times and then slid it between my legs. Troy pushed forward and it rubbed my balls. I sighed. It felt so good. It was dry so there was some discomfort on my part and I am sure on his also. It didn't take long before he was leaking pre-cum and became slippery. Although his pumping did not become forceful they did speed up. He nuzzled into my neck from the back and fired his load. Reaching from my front, he gathered some of his sperm and used it to jack me off. Needless to say I did not last long. Just as the radio came on I started climaxing. Talk about timing. My sheets were definitely going to be crusty tonight if I didn't do anything about it. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. After adjusting the temperature I stepped in. Troy was right behind me. Troy shampooed my hair then washed my body. I tried doing him but it was difficult because of the size difference. By the time I finished his groin area he was hard. I kissed it twice then took it in my mouth. He put his hands behind my head and face fucked me. I was moaning, he was moaning. "HURRY UP YOU GUYS." Robby yelled, "I have to shower too." I hate my brother, did I tell you that. I hate sharing the bathroom. So we could lock our bedrooms my dad had turned the locks around on the bathroom doors. We could lock our bedroom from the bath but could not lock anyone from coming into the bathroom. The mood was gone now. We rinsed and turned the water off. I opened the door and he was standing there holding 2 towels. He was flushed but had a grin that was plastered on. "You said you would show me." Robby insisted. "I said maybe," I replied, "With what happened to Troy's parents we have to go." "What happened to Troy's parents?" Looking at him I could tell he had no idea what was going on. "They were in an accident." Troy said. I added, "They are both in the hospital. His mom is in a coma." Robby hugged Troy's wet body. He buried his head against Troy's stomach. He didn't say anything but I could see tears forming in his eyes. "We have to get going," I said, "if we are going to stop at the hospital before school." They pulled apart. Robby stepped into the shower and Troy dried. We both brushed our teeth, went into my room to dress. Troy had one leg in his boxers and as he lifted the other foot I poked my finger in his butt. He jumped and fell forward onto my bed. I laughed. "Payback is hell." Troy said. I quickly finished dressing and ran downstairs. I could smell bacon cooking as I came down the steps. It is unusual for us to have a big breakfast during the week so I was surprised. When I got to the kitchen there was 3 glasses of orange juice on the table. She had home fries in one skillet and was cooking eggs in another. Bacon was draining on a paper towel and toast popped up. I sat down and drank some juice. Mom brought over my breakfast about the time Troy came into the kitchen. He did the same thing as I did. As he was drinking some juice my mom brought over his breakfast. The same thing happened with Robby. "I think I'll move in here permanently." Troy said. "This sure beats cold cereal." "This isn't normal." Robby said, "It's normally cold cereal here too." Mom gave him a dirty look then asked, "What are your plans today Troy?" "I was hoping Rodger and I could visit my parents before we go to school." He said. "Oh, so you are going to school." Mom said. "It depends on what they say about mom." Troy said, "If she is the same then I will but if she is not as good I will stay with her. If she is worse I would like Rodger with me if that is okay." "Yes that is okay. Just let me know so I can call the school and we will come to be with you and John. Troy, you do not have to sleep in Rodger's bed. We have a spare bedroom you can use." "I know," he answered, "It helps me sleep to hold him." As Troy and I got up Robby said, "Don't forget about tonight." "What about tonight?" mom asked as Troy and I were going up the stairs to brush our teeth. I wonder how he answered that one. We came back down into the kitchen when we finished to go out the back door. Mom was still in the kitchen. We both kissed her then left. At the hospital we went to see Mary first. Before we went in a nurse told us she had a restless night but her vitals were holding steady. She was sure Mary was restless because of all the discomfort and that was a good sign. "Hi mom." Troy said when he placed his hand on hers. "I'm staying with Rodger and his mom is taking good care of me. She fed me a big breakfast this morning. Keep working to get better so you can watch me walk across the stage at graduation. I am going to visit dad this morning and then go to school. Rodger and I will be back this afternoon after school. You rest and get better. I love you." He then kissed her forehead. We went to visit his dad. As we walked into his room his dad said, "How the hell do they expect me to eat this shit when I can't use my right hand and I am right handed." Troy and I both laughed. I got up on the bed on the other side of his tray. I cut up his sausage patties and then his pancakes. I fed him the first 2 bites then he took the fork from me and fed himself. It was funny watching him try to get the food from the plate to his mouth. "It's not funny." He said but then laughed with us. "Well you must be getting better grouchy." Troy said then went on, "We stopped to see mom. They said her vitals were holding steady and that was a good sign." "Her doctor is supposed to stop by later to give me an update." John said, "He doesn't want me to go see her yet. I don't understand why." "She doesn't look anything like herself." Troy said, "She is all swollen and black and blue. Her face looks like a basketball." "We have to scrub, put on gowns, gloves and mask when we go in." I said, "I don't think you can do that yet. That's probably why." We talked for about 20 minutes when I said, "Are we going to school?" "YES you are going to school." John replied. "You better get going you're going to be late." We both gave John a hug, kissed his cheek and then left for school. We walked into the cafeteria just as the first bell rang. We had 5 minutes to get our books and make it to class. I already had first period book but Troy had to go past his locker. As we walked towards the hallway Sherrie grabbed my arm. "What the hell is going on?" She asked. "Troy's mom and dad were in an accident." I replied, "You'll have to ask him if you want anything else." "Bitch!" she said. I didn't think it was right for me to tell anymore without Troy saying it was okay. She tried again while in the hallway between first and second period but I said nothing. I didn't see her again until lunch time. She skipped the cafeteria line and headed straight for us. "What happened?" she demanded. "Drunk driver t-boned my parents' car." Troy stated. "Are they okay, you're at school." I looked at Troy. I could see he couldn't speak, he was tearing and swallowing the lump that must have been in his throat. He looked at me. "His dad will be but he will be in the hospital a couple of weeks. His mom is in a coma. They don't know if she will make it or not." Troy stopped eating and buried his face in his napkin. "What the fuck are you doing here man?" one of the guys blurted out. Another said, "Stop eating and hold hands." We all did and then he said, "Father Almighty. In Jesus' name I command You to bring Your healing powers to Troy's parents. Bring relief to Troy so that he can accept this trial you have given him. Amen." We all said amen. What amazed me was Troy did look relieved. He raised his head and we all began eating again. Sherrie went to get her lunch. There was no one in line. The afternoon dragged. Last period finally came. I went to study hall as usual and Troy went to football practice. Ten minutes into the period Troy came in. He just said, "Let's go." I didn't say anything. The teacher didn't say anything. None of the kids said anything. I got up and left. We stopped by our lockers to get what we needed for tonight. We had make-up work for yesterday as well as todays homework. In 20 minutes we were at the hospital. This time we went to John's room first. My mom was sitting there with John. They both stopped talking when we came in. We put our backpacks down and gave John a kiss. "How are you pops?" I asked. "Good," he said, "as long as I don't move my right shoulder." "We are going to see mom and will be back." Troy said. When we walked up to the IC nurses station the nurse was all excited. "I don't know why," the nurse said, "but just after noon her vitals became regular and she became very relaxed and restful. She has definitely turned the corner." We went through the scrub routine and went in to see her. Her face was still swollen but it did look like it had gone down some. Troy reached under the sheet to hold her hand and talked to her, "The nurse said you're doing better." The doctor came in to check on her. "Go ahead," he said, "Don't let me stop you. It's good for her to hear your voice." Troy continued, "I want you to watch me walk across the stage at graduation. I love you mom." Troy got all excited and looked at the doctor, "She squeezed my hand! She squeezed my hand!" The doctor smiled and said, "I'll keep her in an induced coma for another 24 hours and if her vital signs remain good we'll take her off. Don't get your hopes up though sometimes patients start to get better and then relapse. She has a long way to go yet." Troy couldn't wait to get back to his dad's room to tell him about it. If you have any comments about this story, please send them to: godia_forit@yahoo.com Because I write multiple stories please put the name of the story in the Subject line. P.S. Please remember that Nifty provides us with this service for your enjoyment. Go to this link and show your appreciation. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html