Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 18:22:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: A TUTOR FOR A JOCK

Disclaimer: It's only a story. Just a fantasy from my High School years.
Enjoy!

Dedicated to Jason - My life is better for you being in it.

A TUTOR FOR A JOCK
by RimPig   2003

"I need your help, Brian." the deep, masculine voice came as I sat in the
back corner of the lunchroom by myself, my face buried in a book as usual.

I looked up into a face that I never expected, or really wanted, to be this
close to. I looked up into a pair of eyes that were the deep blue of a lake
in autumn and that you could likewise drown in. I looked up into a face so
breathtakingly beautiful that my gut clenched, aching whenever I saw it. I
looked up into the face of David Sullivan who was, wonder of wonders,
sitting across the empty lunchroom table from me.

David was the 17 year old heart-throb of the Senior Class at George
S. Patton High School. A jock - the quarterback of the district champion
football team, the captain of the state champion wrestling team and the
state record holder for discus throw on the track team. He stood six foot
tall and weighed about 180 pounds. Most of that made up of hard muscle,
broad shoulders and an expansive chest.

I had gone to every home football game, every home wrestling meet, every
home track meet and had even hidden out in the woods in the late afternoon
and early evening watching him practice at all these sports - especially
his lonely practice at discus throw. I knew how his body moved and how the
shadows played on the planes and angles of his muscular body. I knew how
sunlight glinted off his golden brown hair. I knew what he looked like,
dripping sweat and exhausted from working out. I also knew his strong,
masculine scent when he had 'pumped iron' in the school weight room. (That
from him passing me in the hallway outside the weight room as I headed
towards the indoor pool.)

What I didn't know was that he even knew I was alive or what my name was!
Nor could I even imagine what kind of 'help' I could possibly be to
him. What could have possibly caused him to leave the exalted 'Valhalla' of
the 'Jock Table' to seek me out in this darkened corner where I retreated
every day to draw no attention to myself.

At first, I was suspicious. Was this some kind of trick? Some form of
harassment dreamed up to be visited upon the 'Nerd'? Because that's what I
was. One of the 'Nerds'. A 4.0 grade point average, thick glasses, but no
'pocket protector' full of pens and I didn't wear 'nerdy' clothes.  Usually
I wore just a t-shirt and blue jeans. However, I stood only 5'6" tall and
weighed around 130 soaking wet.

I was a loner. I didn't hang out with other 'Nerds', didn't hang out with
anybody. I tried to stay as far 'under the radar' as I possibly could out
of self-protection. You see, it was bad enough being considered a
'Nerd'. What I didn't need anybody knowing was that I wasn't just a nerd. I
was a 'Fag Nerd'! The worst combination possible within the walls of an
American high school!

I'd figured out that I was gay when I was about 13. Now, four years later,
I was still yet to so much as touch another boy. I had never had mutual
jack-off sessions with my friends because I had no friends. My Dad had been
transferred to this town two years ago, when I was in my sophomore year of
high school. It was not a big town and most of these kids had been together
since elementary school. I was too scared to even try making friends with
anybody! What if my 'secret' ever got out? I'd be dead! We had less than
half a year of school left and then I was outa here and headed to
UC-Berkeley where I planned to major in psychology and live in San
Francisco where being gay was not only acceptable - it was almost a
requirement! I only had to hang on for five more months and I could kiss
this small town and it's small minds good-bye forever! And now, this had to
happen!

"What kind of help?" I asked David, braced for whatever joke or put-down
was coming.

"I'm going to flunk sociology if I don't get some help. You've got straight
'A's' in the class. Old Mr. McCarthy suggested I ask you for help." he
replied.

Oh, fuck! Just what I didn't need! Tutoring David Sullivan! That would mean
spending time with him, talking with him, being close to him, maybe even
being alone with him! Being alone with the guy who for almost the last two
years has starred in every wet dream and every masturbation fantasy I've
had! What the fuck could I do? I couldn't very well turn him down, could I?
What would be my excuse? That I'm too busy? With what?! I didn't do
anything except sit in my room studying and surfing the web for pictures of
hot naked guys having sex while jacking off. Some exciting and fun-filled
life! Worse, if I turned him down and he did flunk, what kind of revenge
would he and some of his team-mates visit upon yours truly?! I said the
only thing I could say.

"Sure...uhh...I...uhh...can...umm...do that." I stuttered like a moron!

Of course, my mistake was that I looked into those incredibly deep blue
eyes again. As long as I was trapped looking into them, my tongue couldn't
work. However, my dick did! I was getting harder than a rock and any moment
now, I was going to have a huge wet spot surrounding the head of my cock. A
wet spot that would show up with vivid clarity on the leg of my faded blue
jeans. For not the first time, I cursed the fact that I loved going
commando and, therefore, had no protection from this happening! Now I was
going to have to hold my books in front of my crotch for the rest of the
day!

"So when can we get together?" his voice tore me out of my self-absorbed
reverie.

"Ahh...umm...when...when would you...ahh...like to?" I asked, sounding more
and more like a babbling mental defective! God knows why he'd want tutoring
from me!

"Well, I used to have practice every night until six, but now that the
seasons are over, I don't have that anymore. Do you got a car?" he asked.

"Uhh...no." I replied.

A car? I didn't even have a bicycle! Well...not that I wanted a
bicycle. But my parents weren't rich so there was no chance of them buying
me a car. I knew that David had one. I'd seen it enough. David's parents
weren't wealthy either but a group of the 'Alumni' had bought David this
Mazda Miata when he took the football team to the district championships
and won. It was black with tan leather interior and had custom license
plates that said "JOCK ONE" on them.

"Okay, then I'll come over to your house after dinner - say about seven?"
he asked.

"Ahh...yeah...sure." I replied, mentally picturing my room and deciding
that there would have to be a rapid 'sanitizing' of it to remove anything
that would even remotely translate as 'gay'!

"Good. It's better we do this at your place anyway. That way we won't have
to deal with my sibs." he said.

"How...how many 'sibs' do you have?" I asked.

"Two. But they're twins! Eight years old and natural accomplices. My Dad
had to finally put a double keyed dead-bolt on the door to keep them out of
my room!" David explained.

"Oh..." I said.

Okay, not the most stimulating of conversation, I'll admit, but at least
I'd stopped stuttering.  Besides, as an only child, I had no idea what
having siblings was like.

"You don't have sibs, do you?" David asked.

"No. I'm an only child." I answered.

"You don't know how lucky you are!" he informed me.

"Maybe. But it can get awfully lonely." I heard myself say.

What the fuck was that?! What the fuck was I doing!! Opening up like that
to David Sullivan!  Was I crazy?! I couldn't let him know anything about
me! I was going to tutor him in Sociology - not become his friend! He
doesn't want me as a friend. He has a whole table full of friends over
there. And it's too dangerous to become his friend. What if he found out
that truth? What if he found out the truth about me? That eventuality was
too horrible to even contemplate!

"You can be lonely in a crowd." David said quietly, looking at me with a
look of sadness in his eyes that I just could not understand as he got up
and walked away.

David Sullivan? Lonely? Nah! This was the Ultimate Jock Hero! The Big Man
On Campus! The boy that any cheerleader would spread her legs for and count
herself lucky that he allowed her to be part of his harem! And David did
have a harem! He was constantly dating a different girl. That was the one
strange thing about him. All the other senior jocks had steady girlfriends,
most of them had been together since as early as junior high school from
what I learned. All of them but David. David always 'played the field'. He
was always with one of the most desirable girls in the school, but never
for very long.

All the rest of that day, I lived in dread of David's visit that night. I
rushed home immediately after school and went through my room like a
cleaning tornado. I even made the bed! Something that I was loath to ever
do. My mom, of course, immediately became suspicious at my sudden attempt
at hygiene. I explained about David coming over to have me tutor him,
trying desperately to make it sound like nothing in particular - no big
deal! I suppose that would have worked better if I wasn't acting like it
really WAS a big deal!

Mom, however, for once, was cool! She told me that we could study in my
room and she promised that under no circumstances would either she or my
father come anywhere near us. She also promised that as long as I
introduced him to them, they would ask him absolutely no questions about
who he was or if he had a criminal record. I think that last part she was
kidding about...but I didn't want to take any chances! My plan was to meet
him at the front door, let him stand in the hall looking into the living
room, introduce him to my parents from there and, before they even had a
chance to tell if his eyes were blue or green, have him up the stairs and
into my room.

And this plan would have worked, too! Except for David, who decided that he
wanted to meet my parents! This I just could not fathom. Why would he want
to meet my parents? Not only did he meet them, he shook hands with both of
them and then even complimented my Mom on the house! What did he think he
was doing?! I could see this kind of behavior if I was one of the
cheerleaders he wanted to bang and he wanted to make a nice impression on
her folks so that they wouldn't fear that he would have any intention of
doing the mattress mambo with their 'virginal' daughter. (While I was a
virgin, most - if not all - the cheerleaders weren't! Not if what I
overheard in the cafeteria was to be believed!)

Finally, I got him away from them, but not before Mom had already offered
him something to drink and he'd accepted a coke. She brought two of them
and then we finally went upstairs to my room. I could tell that my parents
were impressed with David. Well, who wouldn't be? A stunningly beautiful
young male with manners. What more could parents want?

"Your mom and dad are really nice." David said as we entered my room.

I had already set up another chair at the table I used as a desk and I sat
down. David took the seat next to me but moved it closer to me than I had
originally placed it! Oh, fuck! He was less than six inches from me. So
close that I could smell the soap from his shower and a hint of deodorant.
Over both of these, I could smell HIM. His strong masculine scent that I
had known from the encounter outside the weight room. The scent was strong
but not unpleasing at all! In fact, it was very pleasing to me, indeed! Too
pleasing! It was as if my olfactory senses were directly connected to my
groin. One whiff of him and my cock began to harden. Within moments, it was
harder than it had ever been and I knew that any second it was going to
start leaking pre-cum.  This time, however I was prepared. Under my jeans
were not one but two pairs of tight, white briefs and my jockstrap. I was
going to keep my cock contained and the pre-cum soaked up at all costs! I
was not about to let David see the devastating physical effect he had on
me!

"So..." I began. "What are you having the most trouble with?"

I wanted to get us onto Sociology as quickly as possible. I wanted to keep
this encounter on a strictly 'business' level, never going anywhere near
anything personal.

"Just about everything!" David smiled sheepishly. "I'm totally lost with
this stuff. I want to be an engineer, not a damned sociologist."

"So why did you take Sociology?" I asked.

"I need the credit in the social sciences for graduation. Then I head off
to a great engineering school." David said.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Berkeley." David said.

Oh, my fucking God! He was going to the same school that I was! This
couldn't be real. This had to be some kind of alternate universe fuck up!
It almost felt like a 'violation' of my privacy. Like David was horning
into my dream or something. I had seen my flight to California as a total
break with this place and now, knowing David would be there as well, it was
like an indelible link would forever tether part of me here.

"Hey! What'd I say?" David asked. "You look like you're gonna faint on me!"

I looked at him in a combination of shock, fear and elation and not knowing
which was strongest!

"I'm going to Berkeley." I said quietly, almost unable to speak.

"Cool! What are you going to major in?" he said grinning.

It was almost like he was really glad I was going to be in Berkeley with
him, but why? What would he care? Maybe it was just that he was guaranteed
to see a face from home but his reaction seemed to be more than
that. That's what I couldn't understand.

"Psychology." I barely got the word out of my mouth.

"You gonna be a shrink?" he grinned.

"Yeah...I guess so."

Suddenly my dream was starting to fray around the edges. What did David
have against 'shrinks'?  And, better yet, why did I care?

"Why?" he asked.

The way he said it and the way he looked at me told me in no uncertain
terms that he really was interested in my answer. He really wanted to
know. This was not 'polite conversation' on his part.

"Well...because I want to help people." I said.

What I wanted to say is that I wanted to help desperately lonely, confused,
pain-filled kids like me who knew they were gay and didn't know what to do
about it. But I couldn't say that! I had grabbed the only part of my reason
that I could share with Mr. Jock-Stud.

"I bet you'll be good at it." he said.

I don't know why, but this seemed almost like a validation of all my hopes
and dreams. I don't know why his approval of me and my career plans was so
important, but it was. Okay, I suppose it had a lot to do with how much he
turned me on...but still...it made me feel good inside, something I hadn't
felt in a long time.

"Thanks." I said quietly. "But why are you going to Berkeley. Do they even
have a football team?"

I saw something in his face that showed disappointment in what I'd
said. That seemed really strange to me. After all, he was a jock. Wasn't
he?

"Their football team are the Golden Bears, part of the PAC 10
conference. I'm not going to Berkeley to play sports. I don't want to play
college ball. I'm going there because it has one of the best engineering
departments of any school in the country." he said.

"You're not going to participate in sports? Not at all?" I know the
amazement and confusion showed both in my voice and on my face.

"I might go out for some intramural sports, just for fun and relaxation,
but I don't want to be a college jock. I want to concentrate on
engineering. That's what's important to me. I only played sports in High
School because it made me popular, made people like me. It was fun but,
other than the scholarships I've gotten because of them, sports didn't give
me what I wanted out of them." he said.

"And what was that?" I asked.

He looked away from me, down at the table where our books lay.

"Real friends." he said quietly. "Somebody I could talk to. Somebody I
could be real with."

All of a sudden, it was like listening to myself. I could hear the
loneliness, the pain, the frustration but, rather than it being my voice,
it was David's. He was feeling all the things that I felt. How could this
be? He was popular. He was part of the high school 'elite'! He sat at the
'Jock Table' every day for lunch! He had team mates he hung out with and
pretty girls that he dated. How could he possible know the loneliness I
felt. How could he?

"Welcome to the club." I said softly.

He turned and looked at me, his deep blue eyes boring into my green ones,
almost like he could see right down into my soul. Looking for something but
I couldn't fathom what. He seemed to be making some kind of decision about
me. Then it seemed as if he made it and smiled at me.

"Yeah. I figured you'd understand that. You're a total loner. You never
talk to anybody. I've watched you. You walk around like you're trying to be
invisible. The jocks have a nickname for you. Did you know that?" he asked.

"No." I said.

Oh, fuck! I guess I hadn't been as far 'below the radar' as I thought!

"Yeah, they got it from the Beatle song - 'Nowhere Man'." he said. "That's
what they call you.  Nobody can figure you out. You're like this total
mystery to them. I figured you out, though.  Like I said, I've watched
you. More importantly, I've watched you watching me."

This last was said slowly and deliberately. Like a judge pronouncing
sentence on a guilty defendant! He sat there looking squarely into my
eyes. He looked at me like one of the police detectives on TV looks at a
suspect he's expecting to confess to the crime. I could only look back,
knowing I was 'busted', not knowing how, or even if, I was supposed to
respond.

"Every one of our home games. Every meet. But it was all those times when I
saw you standing out in the woods while I practiced the discus that finally
told me what I wanted to know.  I wanted to talk to you then. But I was
afraid I'd scare you off. I was afraid for myself as well. I wanted to know
more about you before I talked to you. You'd be surprised what being a
major jock can do for you. I get all kinds of special privileges. If I push
it, I can even sometimes get to see somebody's confidential school
records." David said.

I just sat there like a mouse waiting to be devoured by a rat snake. What
had he learned about me? What was in those records? I'd never seen them. I
knew there were teacher comments in them. Had any of my teachers figured
out my secret? Had one of them commented that 'Brian is a studious boy who
is obviously a faggot.'?! Or did my staring at him from the woods already
convince him of that?

"I'm sorry I invaded your privacy that way. It just confirmed what I
already suspected. All of your teachers said how nice and kind you were but
how you hid so much of yourself. I know why you do. It's the same reason
that I do. We just hide it in different ways. You shut everybody out and I
make everybody think that what they see on the outside is what's
inside. That way they never think to look inside." David said.

The same reason? No way! My reason was being gay! The thing that most
teenage boys fear being the most! Especially the ones, I've read in
different psychology texts and journals, who are actively engaged in
homosexual acts with their friends while trying to maintain a heterosexual
front. I hide because I don't want their 'homophobia' and 'homosexual
panic' to land me in my grave - like what happened to Matthew Shepard!

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, afraid to know the answer but
equally afraid not to.

"I think you know." he said quietly, a shy smile on his face.

And then he did something. Something so wonderful, so magical that it all
but took my breath away. Something so simple but so beautiful in its
simplicity. He reached out his hand and gently brushed my cheek with the
back of his fingers. A soft, gentle act so unlike my expectations of large,
very physical males. I continued to stare at him but a groan escaped my
lips as he did it.

Then he did something else totally unexpected! As I continued to stare at
him, he reached over and very gently removed my glasses. Luckily, he was so
close so that I could continue to see him.  He was a little fuzzy but that
only made all of this more dreamlike in quality.

"There! Just as I always suspected! You have the most beautiful eyes." he
said warmly.

"Not half as beautiful as yours." I breathed.

He smiled at the compliment and then his face started coming closer to
mine. I was so disconcerted by all that had just taken place, it was
completely lost on me what he was doing! So lost that, when his lips
pressed to mine in my first real kiss, I didn't even close my eyes at
first! It took a while to register that he was kissing me! When it did, I
sighed and put my arms around his neck. His mouth opened and I felt his
tongue licking at my lips and I opened to him - gratefully!  When I did, I
felt his arms go around me and felt myself being drawn even closer to him.

I don't know how long we kissed, tasting each other, feeling each other's
warmth. I know it was a long time - or at least seemed that way - because
when our mouths finally broke apart, I was almost panting for breath. I
looked into his eyes as he smiled at me.

"I don't understand." I said, the confusion showing in my voice.

"What don't you understand?" he smiled gently.

"This! You! Me! Why me?!" I asked.

"Why not you?" he grinned.

"I could give you a hundred reasons! I'm not tall, I'm not muscular, I'm
not a jock - shall I go on?" I asked.

"No, that's okay. I get it. Okay. No, you're not tall. So what? I happen to
like guys shorter than me. You're not muscular? So what? You still got a
nice tight body on you. You're not a jock.  Thank God! Jocks can be such
fucking bores!" he smiled. "I don't want a jock. I don't want a muscle
boy. I don't want any of that crap. I want you. Just the way you
are. Well...maybe with contacts rather than those fucking glasses so I can
see your eyes more."

My mind was reeling! David Sullivan, Jock-God of the Senior Class of George
S. Patton High School wants ME!?

"Wait a minute! What about all those fucking cheerleaders?" I asked.

"What about them?" he asked, grinning.

"Well...you...them...you know!" I babbled, exasperated.

"Did I fuck them?" he asked.

"Yeah! Did you?" I asked.

"Some of them. Didn't really want to but sometimes the situation demanded
it." he said.

"Demanded it?" I asked.

"Yeah. Like this girl is taking on you and several of your buddies at the
same time. Real hard not to give into a situation like that without giving
your buddies ideas about you. So you concentrate on watching them fuck and
seeing their hard cocks in action and you get through it. You don't have to
like it. You close your eyes and you think about their cocks, or fucking
their tight asses."  he said.

"Oh." I replied. "But you dated so many of them."

"Yeah. That's what I did. I 'dated' them. It was all part of my cover. I
dated a lot of them, but only for a short time each and a long time
in-between. When they'd want sex, I'd just claim that I couldn't because
there was a game and Coach told us it would drain our energy if we fucked
before a game." he grinned.

"What about after a game?" I asked in my best Sherlock Holmes/Perry Mason
imitation.

"Well, games can be real exhausting you know and you can pull a muscle in
your groin real easy or you can go to a party with your 'buds' and
apparently get so drunk that you're incapable of fucking or any one of a
thousand things." he grinned.

"You really are..." I asked in wonder

"Gay. Yeah. 100% Gay. Want me to show you my pink lace underwear?" he
asked, making moves to open his jeans.

"NO!" I exclaimed and then I saw him laughing at me.

"Gotcha!" he crowed.

My face had to have gone beet red. I could feel the heat of it along with
my embarrassment.

"You're really beautiful when you blush. Did you know that." he said, his
elbow on the table, and his head resting on his hand looking at me and
smiling.

This, of course made me blush even harder!

"You're beautiful whether you're blushing or not." I managed to get out
without stuttering or otherwise sounding like a moron.

"When you look at me that way, I feel like I am." he said softly.

"So...ahh....have you ever...ahh...you know..." I stammered out.

"Done it with a guy? Just jacking off with friends when I was younger. I've
been to afraid to do anything since then." he admitted. "How about you?"

I shook my head.

"Never? Nothing?" he asked, surprised.

"Not unless you count fantasizes while I'm jacking off." I said.

"What do you fantasize about?" he asked eagerly.

"You." I said quietly.

He froze. I don't think he was expecting that answer.

"Only me?" he asked.

"Only you. Ever since the first day I saw you." I said.

"If you've never done anything then what we just did, that was your first
kiss?" he asked softly.

"Yeah. First one." I said, unable to tell him how much I loved it or how it
affected me.

I was hoping that only two pairs of briefs were going to be enough!

"Me, too. Well...with another guy." he said.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Better! WAY better!" he grinned. "Want to do it again?"

"Yeah." I said, trying desperately not to sound too eager.

"Me, too. But...ahh...can we move over to the bed? I'd really like to be
able to hold you close to me." he asked gently.

"Sure!" I said, this time not caring if I did sound eager! I was eager!

He stood up and reached out his hand. I slowly put mine in his and then he
led me over to the bed.  It was my bed, but I was letting him take the lead
in this. I don't know why especially. It just seemed like it was right
between us. He at least had some experience at sex where I had absolutely
none.

He kicked off his trainers and got on the bed, holding his arms out to
me. I kicked off mine and slid across the bed into his arms.

"There! That's a lot better." he murmured, smiling at me.

"Yeah. A lot better." I murmured back.

And that was the last conversation that we had for quite a while. For
someone who an hour ago had never done anything in his life - I got a crash
course on making out! David kissed me deeply and passionately while his
hands moved all over my body. I thrilled at the feel of his mouth, the
taste of him. I sucked on his tongue and he sucked on mine. My hands began
to explore his body as well - the hard muscles of his chest, his shoulders,
his back. I thrilled to the warmth of him but, above all, his
scent. Something about it seemed to be like an aphrodisiac for me! I
couldn't get enough of it and it turned me on more than anything else ever
had! I finally pulled my mouth away from him, trying to catch my breath
and, instead, buried my nose in his neck, sucking in all of his scent that
I could get.

His hand came up and twined itself in my hair, holding my face against his
neck.

"You like my scent, huh?" he said softly.

"Yeah. I do. Is that okay?" I asked.

I didn't know! I was into territory I'd never had the chance to explore
before!

"Fine by me. Okay if I like yours?" he said, and I could hear a small
chuckle down in his throat.

I pulled my head back and looked at him.

"You like mine?!" I asked in shock.

"Don't be so surprised!" he smiled. "You're a very hot guy, whether you
know it or not."

"Really?" I asked.

Instead of answering, he took one of my hands and moved it down to the
front of his pants, pressing my palm against them. I could feel his steel
hard erection! And, God! Was it big!

"That answer your question?" he smiled.

Then his hand reached over and felt mine.

"Whoa! You may be short but you ain't small!" he said, his voice holding
equal parts of excitement and awe. "Is that all you?"

"Yeah." I said sheepishly.

"Fuck! You're bigger than I am!" he said, still running his hands over my
hardon through my pants.

I groaned at the feeling. If he kept this up much longer, I was going to
cum and I didn't think that even two pairs of briefs and a jock would hold
it!

"Can we...uhh...can we do something?" he asked hesitantly.

"I hope so." I said, shyly.

"What about your parents?" he asked, a look of concern crossing his face.

"They're cool. They won't come up here. I'll lock the door, just in case."
I said getting off the bed and walking over to the door and locking it.

When I turned back, David was standing beside the bed and already had his
shirt off, tossed on the floor, and was opening his pants. I walked over
and took his hands away and undid them myself. I slowly slid the zipper
down and they fell open revealing a well worn jock and nothing else. I
could see the bulge in the pouch from David's hard cock which the jock was
quite unsuccessfully trying to contain. The head of his cock was already
pushing up through the waistband. I pushed his jeans down and he stepped
out of them.

When he stood back up, I got down on my knees and pressed my face into the
stretched pouch of his jock. I deeply inhaled the scent of his groin and
was almost overwhelmed by the masculinity of it! I began to lick at his
pouch, even going so far as to put my mouth around his mesh-covered cock
and breathing my hot breath onto it. Now it was David's turn to moan.

"Ahh, fuck! Brian! Stop, man! I'm gonna cum if you don't!" he moaned.

I looked up at him and smiled. I stood up and was about to pull his jock
off when he stopped my hands.

"Now you. I want to see you." he said, his voice husky with desire.

He reached for the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it off over my
head. When I was bare, he began to run his hands across my chest and gently
grazed one of my nipples. The shockingly intense feeling that went through
me when he did caused me to moan both in delight and surprise!  I had no
idea that my nipples were that sensitive or that they would cause my dick
to spasm and pump more of my pre-cum into my already wet jock and
briefs. David just grinned at me.

"Hmm. Seems I've found something you like." he said, a lazy, sexy sound to
his voice.

I blushed and this time I could see it because it wasn't just my face but
my whole upper body that turned red. David took his hand and lifted my chin
until my eyes were looking up into his. He leaned over and kissed me
gently.

"You are so beautiful." he murmured before getting down on his knees.

He opened my jeans, slowly sliding down my zipper and spreading open the
flaps. His vision was met with all of the underwear I was wearing. He
looked up at me questioningly.

"I leak heavy...especially around you. I didn't want you to know." I
explained, my voice full of my embarrassment.

David grinned up at me like a kid that just got a new bike for
Christmas. At first, I couldn't figure this out and then it hit me!

"You like knowing you do that to me, don't you?" I asked.

He grinned again.

"Fuck, yeah! You've already seen what you do to me!" he said.

Okay, that was fair. I grinned back.

He slid down both pairs of briefs at once leaving only my jock in place. I
stepped out of the jeans and underwear while his mouth began moving across
my hard cock, still covered by the mesh pouch of my jock. He not only
breathed his warm breath on it but I could feel his teeth as he nibbled on
my shaft.

"Oh, Fuck!" I moaned. "Please don't make me cum!"

David let go of my cock and stood up, taking me in his strong, muscular
arms.

"I'm going to make you cum - count on it! But not right now. By the way,
how many times can you cum?" he asked.

"I don't know. Three or four times, I guess. But that's by myself. With
you, I have no idea!" I answered honestly.

"Cool. Maybe we'll have time to find out. What do you think you're parents
would say to me spending the night?" he asked.

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind. What about your parents?" I asked.

"They're cool. I told them already that I might be spending the night over
at a friend's house." he said.

"You were pretty confident of yourself, weren't you?" I said, realizing
he'd already figured that this was going to happen.

"No. Of you. I couldn't miss the looks you kept giving me. I knew you
wanted me. I just thought it was time to let you in on the secret that I
wanted you, too. Just as bad." he said softly.

And with this, his head came down and his mouth went to the side of my neck
where he began licking and sucking. I'm surprised my parents didn't hear my
moans of passion all the way downstairs! I clung to David, lost in the
feelings that he was causing in me. We hadn't really done anything yet and
already this was way beyond what any of my fantasizes had been!

He let go of me and pushed me back some. He smiled and hooked his thumbs
into the waistband of his jock and slid it down his legs until he could
step out of it. There he stood, proudly naked and gloriously erect. While I
had seen most of his body unclothed, to see him fully unclothed, all at
once, was a revelation! First of all, he had very tightly trimmed puff of
pubic hair directly above his cock but the rest of his groin was
hairless. Second, David was uncut. I had never seen an uncut penis in the
'flesh' before, only in pictures. This difference between us was very
exciting to me. I was almost breathless with lust looking at the beauty of
him.

"There's a statue of you in Florence." I said in awe.

Now it was David's turn to blush! I could see the red coloring his abdomen
and his very pronounced six-pack and moving up his body to his chest, neck
and face.

"I'm not that beautiful." he said shyly.

"The fuck you're not!" I smiled. "But, just to make sure, would you do me a
favor?"

"What?" he asked.

"Would you turn around." I begged quietly.

He gave me a grin and then slowly turned around.

Now, I loved this guy's body, of course. I loved his broad shoulders, his
well developed chest and abs, his large, beautiful, uncut cock and even his
thick, muscular thighs but I am what you might call an "ass-man". I really
get off on guy's butts! That was one of the first things I noticed about
David after his eyes, which are the first thing I always look at. More than
anything, I wanted to see his naked butt which I had admired in jeans, in
running shorts, in football tights, in a wrestling singlet and even in
loose sweat pants.

When it came into view, I literally gasped at the sight of it. Smooth,
hairless, two large bubbles with a dark cleft between. I'd seen plenty of
male butts on the internet, so I had a lot to compare him with. There was
no comparison! David had the most incredibly beautiful ass I had ever seen!

He looked over his shoulder at me as I was almost drooling over his twin
mounds.

"Like what you see?" he grinned.

I looked up into his eyes. I guess there was no mistaking the look of
hunger and lust in mine!

"Whoa! I guess you do!" he laughed.

My eyes went back to his butt while my face colored in embarrassment. He
turned around and walked towards me, taking me back in his arms, his hard
cock pressing against my abs.

"It's okay, babe! I love the fact that you love my body. I only hope that
you care about what's inside it." he said quietly.

I looked up at him.

"David Sullivan, don't think for one fucking minute that I'm one of your
fucking shallow jock- buddies or one of those bimbo cheerleaders you dated!
There is no way that I would have anything to do with you, no matter what
you look like, if I didn't like YOU!" I growled at him.

I was trying desperately to be pissed at him but he kept grinning at me
like a kid opening his birthday presents!

"That's all I wanted to hear you say." he finally said, and leaned down and
kissed me hard and deep.

That took care of my anger. After one of those kisses from David, I could
barely remember my own name! He let go of me and stepped back again.

"Okay. My turn." was all he said to me.

I understood. I hooked my thumbs into my jock and slid it down my
thighs. When it hit the floor, I stepped out of it. What I didn't expect,
however, was David immediately bent over and grabbed it from the floor and,
standing up, wadded it up in his hand and brought the damp pouch, filled
with my sweat and pre-cum, to his nose. I watched as he took a deep breath
of my scent-filled pouch. I know my eyes were bugging out! I couldn't
believe what I was seeing!

"Mmm! You smell really good!" David moaned, his eyes just above my jock,
locked onto mine.

"Fuck!" I groaned, watching him huff my jock.

He finally pulled it from his face but held it in his hand. I watched as
his eyes traveled down my body, coming to rest on my hard, dripping cock.

"Jesus! You're huge!" David whispered.

I wanted to cover myself up with my hands but knew this was just foolish
shyness on my part.  There was a part of me that was really proud of my
cock and very thrilled at David's reaction to it. For the longest time,
David couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from it but, finally, he looked
back up into my eyes.

"Turn around." he husked, his voice filled with more horniness and need
than I'd ever heard in my life.

Taking my lead from him, I slowly turned around until my back was facing
him. I looked over my shoulder at him only to find his eyes firmly glued to
my butt. Now, I'm no jock and I certainly don't have anywhere near what
somebody would describe as a 'bubble-butt' like David has. My butt is small
but nicely rounded. It's hairless, like most of me, and it seems to go with
the rest of my slender body.

"Oh, fuck!" David moaned, looking at my ass. "You have such a fucking
beautiful butt!"

>From the glazed look in his eyes and the breathless, horny sound of his
voice, I had no doubt that he truly felt exactly what he was saying. Now,
I've never considered my butt 'beautiful'.  However, if David thought it
was, that was just fine with me! I grinned at him as he finally looked up
at me.

"See something you like?" I echoed him.

"No. I see something I love. You." he said.

I was stunned. I didn't know if I was ready for David to declare that he
loved me. Wanted me, desired me - that was okay. But love? What did I say
in return? Did I love him? God knows, I'd stalked him long enough. I knew
that every time I saw him a thrill went through me. I knew that every time
he glanced at me I got a hardon and would find myself dripping pre-cum all
over the inside of my jeans. So what was this ache in my gut all about?
What was this tightness in my chest? I suddenly realized that it wasn't
just horniness that I felt for David. What I had never let myself see was
how much in love with him I was! I guess because I was protecting myself
from the terrible truth that he could never love me. Now that I knew that
wasn't true, all these feelings were filling me up to the point that
something happened I would never in a million years expected.

I started to cry.

Huge tears running out of my eyes, coursing down my face. The crying was
silent, however. No sobs - just tears. David saw them and immediately
pulled me into his arms, pressing my face against his chest, his hand
holding the back of my head. My arms went around him and I clung to him
like the mast of a sailing ship in a gale. I hadn't cried in so many years
that I couldn't remember the last time I had and, here I was, 17 years old,
naked, in the arms of a boy/man that I was totally, desperately in love
with and crying my eyes out! Fuck! What he must think of me! I wanted to
run as far away from him as I could! How could he ever love me, ever
respect me after this!

"Babe, what's wrong? What did I say wrong?" he asked.

I looked up at him, desperately trying to get myself under control.

"Nothing!" I managed to get out.

"Then why are you crying?" he asked gently.

"Be..because...because I love you!" I finally managed to get out.

He smiled and leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me but, instead,
he proceeded to lick the tears from my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of
them. I knew that because he then kissed me deeply and I could taste my own
tears on his tongue.

David finally pulled his mouth from mine and, taking my hand, pulled me
into my bed with him. I curled up in his arms, my head resting on his bicep
and he held me until I was back in control of myself.

"I'm sorry." I said, my voice small and almost inaudible.

"Nothing to be sorry for." he said gently. "I guess you weren't ready to
hear that yet."

"No! It's not that! Please, David. You have to understand. I needed to hear
that from you. I needed it so badly but I never, ever thought I'd ever hear
you say it. That's why it came as such a shock to me." I told him.

"Why not? Why did you think I'd never say it?" he asked.

"Because all I could see was David Sullivan, Jock-Hero! Leader of Jocks and
Fucker of Cheerleaders! I had no idea who you really were. Until you said
that you love me, I never really thought about why I even bothered to stalk
you the way I did! Logically, there was no reason to.  There wasn't a
chance in hell that you'd be interested in me, not the way I was interested
in you.  At least that's what I thought. Do you know what I thought when
you came to me in the cafeteria and asked me for help? I thought it was
some kind of trick you and the rest of the jocks had dreamed up to harass
me - the 'Nerd'! I thought you wanted to hurt or humiliate me!" I
explained.

"I would never do that!" David swore.

"I know that now! I'm sorry." I apologized again.

"No, nothing to be sorry for. You're right. You had ever right to think
that. I know some of the shit that some of the other guys have been
involved in. I know that they've harassed and even physically abused some
guys who were smaller or weaker than they are. I never took part in any of
it! I put a stop to most of it by shaming them. I told them that if that's
what they thought it took to be a 'man', then I wanted nothing to do with
them. That's when it stopped. Hey! I may be Super-Jock but I use my 'power'
for good!" he grinned at me.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his golden brown hair. He smiled at
me.

"I have one other reason for the tears." I said softly.

"What's that, babe?" he asked.

"I have never been this happy in my whole entire life." I smiled up at him.

"Well...there was the District Football Championship, the State Wrestling
Championship, the medal I won for discuss..." he said, and my heart fell
with each word. "Yeah, that's the list. Those have been the highlights of
my life and all of them combined didn't make me as happy as holding you in
my arms!"

Then he grinned at me.

"You asshole!" I laughed. "You had me going there for a while!"

"I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. You're easy!" he laughed, and then his face
got serious. "I wish that you had been mine when I won them. Then maybe
they would have meant something to me."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I worked so hard for them and when they came, they didn't mean shit to me
because after all the cheering had stopped, I was still as lonely inside as
I'd ever been. You don't know how many times I wanted to meet you, to talk
to you, to see if you really wanted me the way I wanted you.  But I was
afraid. The big jock was scared! Ain't that a joke?!" he asked, but he
wasn't laughing.

I reached up and gently stroked his face.

"No, it's not a joke. I felt the same way. So damned lonely inside. Hiding
in corners, afraid that someone would get to know me, figure out my
secret. Always drawn to you, thrilled anytime I would see you and scared to
death that you'd see me! Remember me? 'Nowhere Man'?" I said.

"Can I...uhh...can I...well...can I make love to you?" he asked.

"I thought that's what we were going to do?" I asked, confused. "Or do you
mean something else?"

"Both." he said quietly. "What we were about to do was have sex. But I
can't just have sex with you now. You know how I feel about you and I know
how you feel about me. That changes things. This isn't about just getting
off with each other anymore. Now I want to get you off so good that you
never want to do it with anybody but me."

"That won't be hard! I don't want to do it with anybody but you now!" I
smiled.

He smiled back but then his face got serious.

"There is something that I want to do. I don't know how you feel about it
though." he said quietly.

"What?" I asked, pretty well knowing what he wanted to do.

"I want to fuck you." he murmured, looking into my eyes to see my reaction.

I figured that's what he'd meant. I wanted him to fuck me...eventually. I
didn't know if I was ready now. I was afraid of the pain. I knew that
shoving a cock the size of his up my tight little hole was going to hurt
really bad! I knew it was possible. I'd seen pictures of guys doing it and
I knew that the guys who were getting fucked got off on it but it still
scared me!

At the same time, I wanted to give myself to David. I wanted to give him
anything he wanted! I guess that was the bottom line.

"I'll try." I said softly. "But if it hurts too much, will you stop?"

"Oh, babe! I don't want to hurt you! Please, trust me. I've never done this
but I know how. I watched one of the guys fuck a girl's ass for the first
time. It was the night of the gang-bang. He said her cunt got too loose and
so he fucked her in the ass. She loved it. I watched how he got her
ready. If you've got some lube, I can do the same for you." he said.

"Okay. David, I want you to. Believe me. I'm just scared." I smiled.

"I'm scared, too, because the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. But
I want to make you mine. Completely. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yeah. I do. That's why I want you to do it. I want to be
yours. Completely." I said.

He kissed me deeply and I felt the need building in me again. I needed
him. I needed him to make love to me. Suddenly, I could see in my mind him
fucking me. Just like the streaming video's I'd found on the Internet. I
began to want him to do it. I wanted to feel him inside me. I'd never had
these feelings before but, then again, when had I ever been with someone
who wanted to?

"I want to do something. I saw it in a porno movie once. It drove me crazy
and I want to do it to you. I promise, it won't hurt. Will you let me?" he
murmured, pulling his mouth from mine.

"Okay." I said, wondering what it was he wanted to do.

"I want you to roll over on your stomach, okay? Just trust me. I think
you're going to love this."  he said, smiling.

I rolled over on my stomach and he got on top of me. The weight of him on
me wasn't what I thought it would be like. It was comforting. I loved the
feeling of his body resting against mine. I felt his mouth licking the back
of my neck and shoulders and chills ran through me and I started
moaning. David started moving down my back, licking and sucking at my
skin. I was groaning at all the feelings he was causing in me. My cock was
totally hard and leaking onto the bed below me. David kept moving down. His
body spread my legs open and he kept moving down my body.  I couldn't
figure out what it was he was up to but I was enjoying every moment of it.

When he got to the base of my spine, I figured he would move back up my
back, but I was wrong. Instead, I began to feel his tongue, licking at the
very top of the cleft of my butt! Then his tongue started sweeping down one
of my butt cheeks. I groaned at the feeling of his tongue licking my
skin. I heard him chuckle deep in his throat as I pushed my butt up,
wanting more and more of the feelings he was causing in me. I felt his
hands get into the act when he began massaging my mounds. This felt even
better!

"Oh, yeah! God! David! That feels so good!" I moaned.

"You think that feels good, just wait!" he mumbled as his tongue continued
to lick my cheeks where his hands weren't.

I felt him pull my cheeks apart and I could feel cool air on my trench. I
knew then that he was looking at my entire butt-crack. I was uncomfortable
about this at first. After all, nobody had looked at that part of me since
I was an very small child! But I relaxed and let him look. After all, it
was obvious that my body turned him on and, while I didn't understand it, I
was so very grateful that it did. I was just beginning to get really
relaxed when all of a sudden...

"DAVID!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" I screamed out.

I raised my head and looked back to find his mouth buried in my butt and
his eyes looking at me over my butt-cheeks. I could feel what he was doing,
I just couldn't believe it! David was LICKING MY ASS!

"Shh! Your parents will hear you!" he said, pulling his face out of my
crack.

"What are you doing?!" I hissed at him.

"I'm licking your butt. Doesn't it feel good?" he asked.

That stopped me. Fuck, yes! It felt fantastic! Like nothing I'd ever felt
before in my life! I knew I was sensitive there. After all, I'd played with
my hole some while jacking off but I never even conceptualized the
possibility of somebody licking me there! It was decidedly 'nasty' but,
then again, supposedly so was sucking a guy's cock or eating a girl's pussy
and guys did that all the time!

"Yeah. But David, are you sure you want to do that?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he grinned. "I been wanting to do this to you for a long
time! Ever since I saw this in a gay porn film! I'll stop, though, if you
want me to."

I could hear the disappointment in his voice and it hit me what an idiot I
was being! What he was doing felt incredibly good! He evidently was really
into doing it to me. So, what was the problem?  Maybe it was just my
hang-up and, if that was the case, I could just get over it!

"I didn't say I wanted you to stop. It just shocked me, is all. I never
knew that people did that." I said.

"I didn't either until I saw that film! Then, I couldn't get it out of my
mind! The guy that was getting his butt licked had a butt just like
yours. Besides, this will help relax you for getting fucked." David
explained.

"Okay." I smiled at him and lay my head back down on the bed.

David went back to licking my butt trench. But it didn't stay just licking
for long. Soon I felt him licking around my hole and then I felt him put
his mouth around it and begin to suck it! This felt really good as well!
The next thing I knew, David had his tongue pressed up against my hole and
was trying to shove it in my hole! I didn't think that this was possible
but, the more he worked on it, moving his tongue against my hole and
sucking the lips of my hole into his mouth, the more relaxed I could feel
my sphincter becoming until I felt his tongue slowly drive right inside my
hole!

I couldn't believe it! I could feel David's tongue moving up inside me and
I groaned at this new pleasure! I could feel his tongue wiggling up inside
me and I thought I would lose my load on my bedcover at any moment! Then
David started to move his tongue in and out of my hole, fucking it with his
tongue! The feeling was even better! I loved the sensation of his rough,
wet tongue sliding in and out of my tight asshole. Of course, the more he
did this, the less tight it became until I could feel my hole really
opening up for him. He was right, this would help me relax so he could get
his cock inside me!

I don't know how long David ate and tongue-fucked my asshole but I was
almost delirious with pleasure by the time he rose up and grabbed the
bottle of lube. I could feel him pouring the wet liquid on my hole and then
felt something hard, pressing against my opening. It was David's finger
and, as I lay there, it slowly slid all the way inside me! Fuck! There was
no pain, just this incredible feeling that I can not describe!

His finger started to move around inside me and I was moaning with the good
feelings that were happening. The idea of something larger inside me
started to really fill my thoughts. Within a short time, David had moved on
and now had two fingers working in and out of my hole. Better yet, I was
pushing back with my ass, trying to get them deeper! That's when his
fingers brushed up against something up inside me that almost had me seeing
stars! It felt like I was going to cum any second!

"Oh, Fuck! What was that!" I moaned.

"That's your prostate, Brian. Didn't you ever have a prostate exam?" he
asked.

"No!" I answered. "No doctor's ever done anything to my butt and certainly
nothing that ever felt that good!"

David chuckled.

"Well, it seems that what I heard about it is true. A guy once told me that
if you get that stroked, it could make you cum! He was talking about some
girl doing it to him while she gave him a blow job. I guess it works for
this, too!" he said.

"Oh, yeah! It works all right, if you want me to cum before you even get
ready to fuck me!" I informed him.

"No, I was kinda hoping that my cock would rub it while I was fucking you
and you'd cum then."  He said, his voice low and sexy.

Now! That was an idea! I settled back down and let him continue opening me
up with his fingers.  I felt him spreading his fingers as he worked on my
hole, trying to get me to open up. Finally, he was able to slowly, and with
a lot of lube, work three of his large fingers up inside me. It hurt some
at first, but I just pushed back against his fingers and eventually they
were sliding in and out of me and I was really enjoying the feeling!

David pulled his fingers out of my ass and I groaned at the empty
feeling. He poured more lube on my hole and then I heard him lubing up his
cock. I tried to stay relaxed, even though I knew this was not going to be
his fingers again. I felt him put the head of his cock at my slicked-up
hole and then felt the pressure of it as he pushed. There was a moment of
resistance from my sphincter and then his cock began to slowly glide into
my butt! At first, I couldn't believe it! I waited for the terrible pain to
hit but it never materialized. What happened, instead, was that I just felt
fuller and fuller as his cock slid deeper and deeper into me.

Finally, I felt this tickling sensation at my hole and suddenly realized
that it was David's pubic hair! His entire cock was buried in my ass! David
was resting on his hands, his arms straight down on the bed putting him at
an angle above me. Once he was all the way in me, he stopped.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I am. You're all the way inside me?" I asked.

"Yeah. I am. I can't believe this! You are so tight but it feels so fucking
good! You're very hot and wet in there." he said.

"You feel good inside me. I thought this would hurt but it doesn't! You
must have done something right!" I turned my head to look up at him,
smiling.

"I can feel you opening up more." he said.

"Yeah, I can feel myself relaxing." I said.

"Can I start fucking you?"

"Yeah. Just take it slow, okay?" I said.

"No problem. I'm afraid I'm gonna cum too soon anyway." he said.

He began slowly pulling his cock from my hole. I groaned as his thickness
slid across my prostate.  He reversed direction and began shoving it in
again. Again, it rubbed against my prostate and I could feel my cock, which
had gone somewhat soft, again becoming as hard again.

David slowly plowed in and out of my butt for quite a while as my cock got
harder and harder. I could feel the leaking of my pre-cum on the bed below
me and could almost swear that I could cum just from him fucking me! As I
was flat on the bed, I couldn't touch myself. David, however, changed that.

"Push up so that you're on your hands and knees. That way I can get to more
of you." he said.

I did as he said and now his hands began to rove over my body while he
continued to fuck me. He leaned on my back and reached underneath until he
was able to pull and pinch at my nipples. This brought moans from me as the
exquisite torture of my nipples brought me closer and closer to cumming!

"Fuck me, David! Fuck me faster! Fuck me harder! Please!" I begged him.

It seemed that this was all he was waiting for. His hips seemed to go into
'high gear' and he began slamming his cock in and out of my hole at an
alarming speed! The faster and harder he fucked me, however, the better it
felt! I thought about jacking off while he fucked me but I no more had the
thought and I realized it was not necessary - I was about to cum!

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah! Cum, babe! Cum for me! I'm right there with you!" David groaned.

Within a moment, my entire body froze and my cock began to spew cum all
over the bed below me! I'd never cum like that! I couldn't count the number
of times I shot. I just kept shooting and shooting and shooting! At the
same time, I could feel David's cock expanding in my butt, getting thicker
and harder until suddenly, he slammed into me as far as he could and his
cock began jerking in my hole. I realized that he was emptying his balls in
me. He, too, shot an enormous amount of cum inside me. So much so, that I
could feel it squishing out of my ass around his cock and flowing down my
balls! There was no room inside me for his huge cock and all that cum as
well!

I finally collapsed on the bed and David collapsed with me. I lay there,
sweating and trying to get my breath back while David lay on me, our bodies
glued together with our sweat and his mouth licking and sucking at my neck
and shoulders. I could smell our sweaty bodies and the scent of fucking. I
felt as if I'd died and gone to heaven. Never in my life did I ever expect
to feel something as good as what just happened between us.

"Oh, fuck! Brian! Oh, fuck! I love you!" David kept moaning over and over
again.

His arms were wrapped around me and his cock was still buried in my ass. As
far as I was concerned, it could stay there for all time! I never wanted to
move. I just wanted to lay there, David inside me and on top of me,
forever. Finally, however, David's cock began to soften and the muscles in
my ass, much to my consternation, pushed it out of my hole. David moved off
my back to lay beside me. I turned and he took me into his arms, kissing me
deeply.

"Thank you." David murmured to me finally.

"No, thank you! That was the most incredible experience I've ever had!" I
said and then joked.  "How was it for you? How do I measure up to the
cheerleaders?"

"Enough with the cheerleaders! There was no comparison! That was the most
incredible sex I've ever known!" he vowed.

"Did you have this planned when you came here tonight?" I asked him.

"Well...not this. I wanted to have sex with you but I never thought you'd
let me fuck you. At least not at first. I wanted to, but I thought we'd
have to work up to it." he grinned.

"Well, it seems we didn't need to after all. I think we need to tell my
parents that you're spending the night." I said.

"Okay." he said.

"I'll go down and tell them." I said, sliding out of his arms and sitting
up on the bed. "Uhh...it's Friday night. Maybe you could spend the
weekend?"

His face lit up in a huge grin.

"Think you can take me that long?" he asked.

"Oh, I can handle you! I could take you forever!" I smiled.

"Yeah, I can call my folks tomorrow. They're used to me not being around
much. Good thing because I have a funny feeling I'm gonna be spending less
and less time there." he said smiling.

"Ahh, David...what about Monday?" I asked.

"What about it?" he asked, his face and voice showing his puzzlement.

"What happens to us now...at school?" I asked.

"Well...that pretty well depends on you. Is there room at that table in the
corner for an ex-jock?"  he asked.

"Are you sure you want to do that? It's going to cause and awful lot of
talk." I said.

"So what? Football, Wrestling and Track are over. I've done my time. I've
contributed to two new trophies in the display case. I don't need to play
'Jock-Hero' anymore. I want to spend my time with you." he said.

"Well, if anybody says anything, we can just say I'm tutoring you." I said.

He got this stricken look on his face that I couldn't figure out.

"David, what's the matter?" I asked.

"Uhh...I...I don't now how to say this...but...Brian, I'm making straight
'A's' - in everything." he said, sheepishly.

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"I didn't know how else to get to be alone with you! I lied to you about
needing tutoring. I'm sorry." he said, hanging his head.

I was stunned. Oh, not that he'd lied to me but that he went to all the
trouble in order to be with me!

"David," I said, reaching over and touching his shoulder. "It's
okay. Actually, I'm flattered."

He looked up at me and smiled.

"David, are you really going to Berkeley?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah! I really am!" he said.

"Good, I would hate to have to change schools at this late date." I smiled.

"No, I already did that." he said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I said, confused.

"I was going to Perdue. They also have a really excellent engineering
program. Then I saw your file and found out you were going to Berkeley. It
took some doing, but I managed to get accepted there instead." he said.

"David, when was this?" I asked.

"About four months ago." he said quietly.

"You changed colleges just to go where I was going and then waited all this
time to finally meet me?!" I asked.

"I wanted it to be after all the sport seasons were over. I wanted to be
able to spend as much time with you as possible." he said. "I didn't figure
you were going to stop being attracted to me in the mean time. I sure
wasn't going to stop wanting you."

"Pretty sure of yourself, weren't you, Jockboy?" I smirked.

"No. I was very sure of that look I saw in your eyes every time I caught
you looking at me." he murmured, pulling me back into his arms again.

"David, are you sure that this is what you want? Us being together? You
don't even know me." I said.

"I don't know you, huh? Okay. Let's see. You were born on November 12,
1985. Your favorite books are fantasy novels - especially Katherine Kurtz
and Mercedes Lackey. You also love Mary Renault. Your favorite music is
classical and Country-Western, you particularly love
Tchaikovsky,Rachmaninov and Garth Brooks. Your favorite movies are sci-fi,
animated, action films and romantic comedies. Your favorite actors are
Robert Redford, Richard Gere, Tom Cruise and Matt Damon. You love comedians
and your favorites are Bill Cosby, Chris Rock, Robin Williams and Richard
Prior. Your favorite color is blue, your favorite time of year is Autumn."
David said. "How am I doing so far?"

I looked at him in amazement!

"How the fuck do you know all this?! Have you been following me?!" I gaped
at him.

He laughed.

"One of my favorite authors is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - you know, Sherlock
Holmes?  'Elementary, my dear Brian'. I merely had to be observant! Look
around you. Everything I said is here in this room - well, except your
birthday, I got that from your school records." he grinned.

I looked around me. Of course! He could see the books and CD's, the VHS and
DVD's. There were two paintings on my wall of fall scenes and pictures of
Robert Redford, Richard Gere, Tom Cruise and Matt Damon. I looked at him
sheepishly.

"I should have made us study at your house!" I said.

"No, it's okay. You'll find out what I like, besides you, that is. I like a
lot of the things you like. I love action films, romantic comedies and
sci-fi. I'll have to read the books but I bet I like them.  Classical music
is one of the forms I love as is Country-Western. I love Garth but I also
love Alan Jackson. I love fall but I also love winter. By the way, have I
also mentioned that I love you?" he grinned.

"Not in the last 5 minutes." I smiled.

"Then let me make this completely clear to you, Brian. I love you. I want
you to be my partner, my mate, my lover - whatever you want to call it. I
don't want anyone else but you and I mean this to be for all time. Can you
handle that?" he asked.

"David, I love you. I want to be your partner, your mate, your lover -
whatever you're comfortable with. I want you and nobody else but you and I
want that for all time. Okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. That's more than okay!" he said and then he kissed me passionately.

I felt him getting hard again and pushed myself way from him, breaking the
kiss.

"Let me go down and tell my parents you're spending the night before
anything gets started again.  We'll tell them tomorrow that it's for the
weekend." I said.

"Okay. I guess that's best. When you come back, I have a surprise for you."
he grinned.

"David, I don't think I can take any more surprises!" I said.

"You'll like this one. I promise!" he said and winked at me.

"Okay! All right, all ready! Let me talk to the 'rents and get this over
with!" I said, getting off the bed and pulling my jeans and t-shirt back
on.

I went down to the living room and asked if it would be all right if David
spent the night. Since is was Friday, my parents were fine with it. I went
back upstairs and David was standing there waiting for me.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, no problem. They're both going to work tomorrow anyway. Dad works
half days on Saturday and Mom volunteers at a food bank so they'll probably
be gone before we wake up." I explained. "Now, what's the surprise?"

David took my hand and turned it palm up. Then he covered it with his hand
and I felt him put something in mine. When he took his hand away, I looked
down and there, in my hand, was his class ring on a long gold chain.

"David!" I said, too overwhelmed for words.

"I knew it wouldn't fit on your finger. I figured you could wear it around
your neck until we can get real rings." he said.

I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and fought back tears in my
own. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. I walked over to my dresser and
got my class ring out of the drawer. I never wore it. I never felt part of
the graduating class. I handed it to David. It was, of course, too small
for his ring finger but it fit perfectly on his pinky.

"I'll get a chain for it to wear around my neck as well. For now, this is
fine." he smiled.

Then he took his ring from my hand and put it around my neck. We kissed and
David's hands slid down my back until they were cupping my butt-cheeks and
pulling me closer to him. I instantly was bone hard and so was he.

"Now for the second surprise." he said, letting go of me and walking over
to the bed, his hard cock leading the way.

He climbed on the bed and lay face down, his legs spread, his beautiful
bubble-butt displayed for my delight.

"Your turn." he said, grinning.

THE END OF A TUTOR FOR A JOCK

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