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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