Thank you all for your support. The many emails encourage me to continue this story. All the usual rules apply to my story as to all the other wonderful stories here on Nifty. Now on with the "show" Another chapter of the adventures of Carson and Iggy...
Enjoy, Kavika
A High School Tale
Chapter Four
By Kavika
Iggy rushed from his family's restaurant at eleven thirty. Both of his parents had agreed to let him leave early for his first tutoring session with Carson. As soon as the session was over he would have to return for an evening shift at the restaurant but he was fine with that. He made his way home to shower and retrieve his book bag. He wasn't sure if Carson had his books so to make sure they were covered he would bring his own copies. He made it home in record time. He entered to find an empty house. He remembered that there was a birthday party for his Tia Ofelia. Tia Rosa would have no doubt taken his brothers and sisters to enjoy the family gathering. Once in his room he removed his clothes to prepare for his shower. He walked naked to the bathroom and closed the door. He took a minute and stood in front of the mirror. He still didn't show any signs of facial hair. His smooth cheeks were blemish free and his brown eyes sparkled. He smiled wide to see his teeth. His chest was smooth with two little brown nipples. His arms were slightly defined but nothing like the guys in the muscle magazines. His legs were covered in soft brown hair, not too thick but noticeable if you looked closely. There was a small patch of hair above his soft uncut boyhood. He turned to look at his smooth ass. He gave it a slap. He released the air from his lungs. 'I guess I look okay.' he thought to himself. He turned on the water and entered the shower. He quickly lathered his body under the hot cascade of water. His hands roamed his body and his thoughts suddenly turned to Carson. 'I wonder what he looks like naked?'
Being the typical teenager Iggy's hormones got the better of him and he found himself drawn into another fantasy. Standing before him was a very wet and naked Carson. The water hitting his muscular body. His smile was contagious and the curls atop his head were fighting to keep their shape against the falling water. Iggy suddenly found himself in the strong arms of his imaginary Carson. Their eyes met with intensity and their lips touched. Iggy opened his mouth as he felt Carson's tongue. As they kissed he felt a hand grab his hard teenage rod. He gasped as Carson began to stoke him. His strong hand felt like a feather dancing along his slick shaft. Carson continued to probe his mouth with his tongue. Iggy's body began to shake as he felt his approaching orgasm. He groaned as he felt the first ropes of cum shoot. His knees grew weak as his body leaned against the shower wall. Carson was gone. Iggy was breathless as he opened his eyes to find himself alone in the shower. He took a few moments to steady himself and stand up. He felt like he was drained of all his energy. It had been a few days since his last release and he had never experienced one so powerful. Knowing that time was growing short he quickly rinsed his body and exited the shower. He dressed in a polo shirt, black boxer briefs, cargo shorts and flip-flops and left the house.
Wrestling practice was brutal. The coach was quickly losing his patience as his wrestlers were making careless mistakes and seemed to have their minds somewhere else and not on their practice drills. The time for practice to end came and went as the coach had no intention of letting his wrestlers go until he could see a visible improvement in their performance. The only player that seemed to have everything together was Carson.
At twelve thirty Iggy arrived at the school gym. He walked along the edge of the gym to the bleachers. He sat down to wait for Carson. After seating himself down he looked toward the wrestlers. He saw Carson and his breath seemed to leave his lungs. If his gaze were lasers, Carson would be cosmic dust. He looked at his soon to be student dressed in his singlet. He was practically naked and didn't seem to mind that what he was wearing revealed to all others his magnificent body. The tight lycra molded to each muscle on his body. He turned his body so that the front was facing his tutor. Iggy's eyes traveled down the front of his body; the strong chest, the narrow waist. His eyes stopped at the bugle between his legs. He felt a stirring in his underwear. His body shuddered at the sight of Carson's body. He quickly moved his book bag to its usual place in front of his growing bulge. His eyes traveled up again and Carson's strong chest drew him in and he released a low groan. At that precise moment Carson turned again and his muscular back and ass was now facing him. Unknowingly, he licked his lips as he looked at the muscles move under the tight lycra fabric. Iggy felt his hardness twitch and then the wetness in his underwear. This made him nervous as he didn't want Carson to see that he was perving on him. He felt guilty as he felt more pre-cum leak from his teen cock. He needed to get to the restroom and clean himself up before Carson saw him.
Too late! Carson saw him sitting on the bleachers and jogged towards him.
"Hey, how are you?" Carson asked as he came to a stop in front of him. Unconsciously he pulled the front of the singlet down as it had ridden up in the crotch.
"Hey, I'm doing okay." Iggy answered nervously. "How's practice?"
"Coach is busting our balls." he answered. He tilted his head in a cute way. "Everything okay?"
By this time Iggy could smell and see the sweat emanating from Carson's body which sent his senses into overdrive, "Yeah, um..yeah everything... is... is...cool."
Carson could see Iggy's body language and he thought something was wrong. "You sure? You don't look so good."
Iggy smiled, "Yeah I'm okay. Um...is there a restroom around here?"
He nodded, "Yeah there's a restroom in the locker room." He pointed over his shoulder to the locker room entrance.
"Thanks," Iggy managed to keep his book bag in front of him as stepped from the bleachers and started toward the locker room doors. Before he could get to far he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look into Carson's blue eyes. Iggy could see his brown curls under his wrestling head gear. 'Gawd, can he be any hotter?' he thought.
Carson looked a little nervous as he looked at him, "Oh, um...practice is running a little late. Coach is not happy today and he's keeping us a little longer." He looked down, "Sorry."
"That's okay. I can wait," he said. 'I can wait forever.' he thought.
The smile was back on Carson's face, "Cool. It shouldn't be too much longer."
Iggy nodded, "Okay."
"Okay, see you in a bit," he turned and jogged back to his teammates.
Iggy stood there and watched him. The lycra fabric had made its way into the crease of Carson's ass. Iggy felt more stirring in his shorts. "I'm dead meat," he whispered to himself.
After a quick stop to the restroom he was back on the bleachers. He was relieved to see that all the evidence of his pre-cum was contained only to his underwear. He tried to keep his eyes off of Carson for the remainder of the practice session and reviewed the material he had planned to cover with him.
Thirty minutes later the coach finally let the weary wrestlers go. They all went into the locker room to shower and get cleaned up. Iggy remained in the gym.
A little while later Carson stepped into the gym making his way towards Iggy. He was dressed in a black tight fitting tank top and a pair of cargo shorts. He also wore flip flops.
"Sorry about that. Are you ready to get out of here?"
"Yes, and it wasn't too bad. It gave me a chance to review the material for today's lesson."
Carson smiled that little boy smile, "Cool. Did you still want to grab some lunch?"
Iggy's stomach answered for him as it growled in hunger. "I guess that's your answer," he smiled.
"I guess it is." he returned his smile.
"C'mon, my truck is just outside."
He rose and followed him outside to the truck. They both decided on a burger place near the high school.
"Well, here she is," Carson said as he near his truck. "I know she's not much to look at but she runs like a fine tuned machine.
"She?" Iggy asked looking at the old truck in front of him.
"Yeah, I call her Rosie. She's a fine truck."
They climbed into Rosie and were off.
Minutes later they arrived at the burger shack. It was a hangout for most of the high school kids during the week but was quieter on the weekends. They sat in a booth and browsed the menu. A few minutes later the waitress came and took their orders. Iggy was curious about something.
"Say, last night when you ordered your food you ate very healthy. You had the healthiest thing on our menu. But today you ordered a double cheese burger, chili fries, and a chocolate shake. I'm curious, why the sudden change in your diet?"
Carson chuckled, "Today is my free day. That means I can eat pretty much whatever I feel like. Saturday is the only day I do that. The other six days I eat healthy. A very strict diet. The only weight I want to gain is in muscle.
"That makes sense," Iggy smiled. "How many times do you work out a week?"
"I work out five times a week, sometimes six," he replied.
"Wow, no wonder you have a great body." Iggy blushed, " My body is just scrawny. "
"It's not that bad," Carson said. "If you want I can put a routine together for you. You can start off slow and then over time you'll see the results. It would be my way of paying you back for the tutoring. "
"Really? I've always wanted to get some muscle. I don't want a lot just enough to look good in a tank top or shirtless. Right now I look like a little boy. " He blushed again with embarrassment.
For the first time Carson actually studied Iggy's body. He was slim in the shoulders and chest and slim around his waist. He didn't think he had an ounce of fat on his body. From what he remembered from last night his butt was quite full and he filled out his jeans very well. Carson blushed crimson as recalled Iggy's ass in his tight jeans.
"Something wrong?" Iggy asked seeing his lunch companion's face bright red.
"No, I'm just thinking about something." He smiled.
"Must be something good if it made you blush like that." Iggy teased.
"Yeah, it was," Carson answered. He wanted to change the subject. "So, tell me about your family."
The two didn't notice Travis Berry walk into the restaurant. He saw Carson and Iggy sitting together. He approached the table, "Hey Andrews, what's up?"
"Hey Berry, what are you doing here?"
"Just grabbing some lunch with the guys. I guess I'm the first one here." He looked annoyed and didn't even acknowledge Iggy. "Can I talk to you in private?"
"Sure," he turned to Iggy, "I'll be right back."
Iggy only nodded as he left the table.
"So what's up?" Carson asked his team mate.
"Dude, what are you doing with him?" Travis crossed his arms waiting for an answer.
"What are you talking about?" he asked confused.
"Dude, haven't you heard about that guy? He's queer, a fucking fag."
Carson didn't want to believe him . He looked back at the table and Iggy sitting there playing with the straw that was in his drink. "He's my tutor. He's going to help me pass Spanish and Biology. Besides he seems like a nice guy."
''Yeah, until he makes a pass at you." Travis looked at the table. "If I were you I'd dump him and get another tutor. Maybe you should get a chick. Somebody with tits. Not a fag."
Carson stood there and looked at the disgust on his face. "Dude, I think I can make my own decisions. I don't need you to make them for me. He turned to return to the table when Travis placed a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.
"Dude think about it. What will everyone at school say when they find out you're hanging out with him?"
Carson shrugged off Barry's hand. He was never the type of person to care about what others thought of him. If Iggy were gay that wasn't a reason to stop associating with him. "You let me worry about that, okay?" he was getting angry.
"Do you want to be known as a fag lover?" Travis said trying to talk sense into him.
He pushed Travis against the wall pinning him with his arm against his neck, "Stop using that word. Show some respect," he tried to keep his voice down
but Iggy heard every word.
"Fuck you Andrews," he said breaking Carson's hold on him. Others in the restaurant heard the commotion and the noise level dropped. "I didn't know you were a fag lover." Travis walked away.
The manager of the restaurant came up to Carson with a couple of bags, "I made your order to-go. I think it's best if you and your friend left. Don't worry about the bill. It's on the house."
Carson looked at the man in disbelief, "I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to cause a scene."
"It's okay son, some people will never learn. " He looked towards the door. "You better hurry if you're going to catch your friend."
Carson looked towards the door to see it close. He quickly looked back to the now empty table. "Iggy."
He took the bags from the manager and quickly shot out the door. He looked around and finally saw Iggy sitting on the corner bus stop. He approached him slowly. His head was down and it looked like he was crying. He silently sat down next to him.
"Hey."
Iggy glanced at him and then looked down again, "Hey," he said as he tried to hide his tears.
Carson released a heavy sigh, "I'm sorry you had to hear that. Berry is a jerk."
Iggy didn't respond. They sat for a few minutes in silence. Finally Iggy spoke, "It's true you know. I'm gay." The tears started again. "Please, don't tell anyone. Not even my family knows."
Carson opened the bag from the restaurant and pulled out a napkin, "Here," he said handing him it to him. "Just so you know, it doesn't matter to me. I don't care what the people at school say. I've never cared what they thought. All I know is that I'm failing in school and I need help."
"It's easy for you to say that. I try not to let it bother me but it hurts when people stare at me and sometimes I can hear them call me names," he wiped his eyes.
"What's it like? I mean, to be gay?" he asked.
Iggy straightened his body and sat up, "It's as normal to me as breathing is."
Carson didn't know how to comfort him. He wanted to fix the situation but had no clue as what the next step should be. He struggled with his thoughts as the city bus pulled up to the stop. Iggy stood and waited while others climbed down from the bus.
"Please don't go." Carson said.
"Maybe your friend is right. Maybe you should get someone else to tutor you."
Carson stood, "Don't you get it? I don't care if you're gay." he whispered. " I just want to pass my classes and from what you said last night I think you're the one to help me. Please?"
Iggy stood at the doors of the bus.
"Young man, are you coming or not?" The lady bus driver called out.
Iggy took a step away from the doors, "Not," he said.
The doors of the bus hissed closed and the bus pulled away from the curb. He turned to face a smiling Carson.
"I'm hungry." he said.
"I've got lunch." he said as he lifted the two bags of food. "Let's go to my place and eat. "
Iggy gave a slight nod. "Sounds like a good plan."
That began their time of sharing with each other. They talked about family, hobbles, likes and dislikes. When they finally finished lunch it was about two thirty in the afternoon.
Looking at the time on his mobile phone Iggy spoke, "We better get going. I have to work tonight and I'd like to at least study for a couple of hours before I have to work.
They sat around the kitchen table in Carson's home. They had been at it for about an hour when Iggy suggested a break. The biology studies were coming along fine and Carson felt as if he were finally grasping the concepts from the text book. Iggy's method of study was really helping him to understand the material.
"Hey, do you want to see where I work out? " Carson asked. "It's in the basement."
"Sure," he replied. He stood up and stretched his body like a cat. Carson eyed him. "Feels good to stretch," he said.
"Sure does," he agreed. "Follow me." He led Iggy to a door in the kitchen that led down to a finished basement. A weight bench, a tread mill, and a set of free weights occupied the corner. On the wall near the gym equipment was a chart that tracked Carson's daily progress. Iggy looked at the progress and was impressed by the amount of growth in such a short time.
"Wow, according to this chart you're making great progress."
"Yeah, I'm trying. The only thing I need to complete my little gym here is something to help me work on my legs. I usually have to work out at school when it's legs day. Carson reached down and lifted the edge of his shorts showing Iggy his well muscled leg. "What do you think?"
Iggy looked at the well muscled leg and couldn't help himself. He reached out his hand and felt the muscles in the leg. "Wow," was the only word he managed to get out. His hand began to roam along the muscles exploring the leg.
Carson's breath caught in his throat as he felt Iggy's slim fingers start their exploration of his leg. His heart rate sky rocketed and his crotch stirred. Iggy's hands were getting a little too close for comfort. Coming back to his senses he lowered his shorts to cover his leg.
"So, what do you think?"
"It looks great."
"I mean my little gym here. Not my leg," he smiled.
"Oh, yeah," he said coming out of his trance. "I like it."
"Cool, so I'll put together a routine for you and before you know it you'll be a trim lean dude. It's going to take a lot of work and dedication. Do you think you're up for the challenge?" he asked.
Iggy was suddenly excited, "Yes, I think so."
Carson smiled, "Cool. We can start next week."
After the short break they were back upstairs at the table for another hour of study. This time is was Spanish. Iggy's knowledge of the subject impressed Carson. It was nearing four o'clock when they decided to call it quits.
"Okay, so you have your assignments for the week. We'll meet again Tuesday and Thursday after school."
Carson nodded, "Okay, and we'll get together Monday and Wednesday for your sessions with me."
Iggy smiled a little nervous, "Okay," he said feeling a little scared and timid.
"Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you since it's your first time."
"Thanks," He smiled. "Okay, I better get going before I'm late for my shift." He turned to leave. "I'll see ya later."
"Wait, I'll drive you."
"You don't have to do that. I can take the bus. I don't live too far."
"Hey, it's no problem." he smiled.
"Okay, that's very nice of you."
"Like I said, no problem. "
The drive back to Iggy's house was a little quite. Iggy stole glances at Carson and wondered what he was thinking. As they turned down his street Carson spoke, "So I'm really glad you decided to be my tutor. I know we just started but I can already see an improvement. Does that sound too stupid?
"Not at all," he replied. "I think that all you needed was a push in the right direction. This is me on the right," he said as they neared his home.
Rosie rolled to a stop in front of Iggy's house. Carson stopped the motor and turned to Iggy, "You know I meant it when I told you that I don't mind that you're gay."
He blushed, "Thanks, you sure don't fit the typical jock-mold."
"What's the typical jock-mold?" he asked raising an eye-brow.
"You know, macho, girl chasing, straight, ass kicking, Neanderthal."
He chuckled, "No I suppose I don't fit that mold."
Carson did something that even surprised him. He reached over and placed his hand on top of Iggy's hand. "If you have any trouble at school especially from Barry, you let me know." He squeezed his hand a little harder and smiled. "I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you."
Iggy smiled, "Thank you." For a moment their eyes met again and time stood still. Iggy turned his hand to interlace his fingers with Carson. He smiled and Carson smiled back at him. "I better get going or I'll be late." He slowly released his hand suddenly missing the warmth of Carson's hand.
"I'll see you on Monday."
He nodded, "Yes, on Monday."
So ends another chapter of a High School Tale. Travis Barry sounds like trouble. Thank you for reading. Please share your thoughts or comments with me by writing me at kavika66@gmail.com
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Kavika