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I'll Try-Chapter three
`2:13'
At least that's what the blinking LED numbers on my clock are telling me. Which mean I have less than 5 hours before I need to get up and face another day of school also telling me that I have been rolling around on my mattress for over two hours trying to get some sleep. I am normally pretty restless getting to sleep and while frankly dead when I get there. However spending this amount of time twisting and turning in bed trying to get some shut eye is quite unusual for me. Granted I had more on my mind than I usually do, what with upcoming tutoring sessions with my despiser and all. That by no means can be the reason that is attributing to my lack of ability to fall asleep. No, no I can contribute that to something that happened earlier in the night, something that I thought would never happen. Let me start at the beginning, see everything was going good this evening. After being called down for dinner and enjoying my mom's delectable chicken over some more small talk about school, math team, golf and so on, I headed back to my room to finish up my homework and hoping to get a start reading that book. Anyways at around 11 I put down my book and headed to start my pre-bedtime ritual of the last 3 years. Now let me clarify that these `nocturnal activities' are my fail proof way tire and relax so that I can get a nice and long peaceful rest. This ritual normally begins with looking at websites that display men participating in activities some would find unconventional while those more conservative would brand me a sinner with the fate to burn in hell for tainting my eyes with the sodomy. But this evening they would have been proud as I just couldn't seem to find anything that would really get me going. It was quite unsettling to say the least. I mean it was not as though I was not attracted and not sporting a healthy hard-on I just couldn't really get into it. So after over an hour of searching and coming up with nothing I gave up and attempted to just sleep. So here I am lying here...
Pondering my predicament I could try the old back up and using the good ole' imagination. After my "discovery" that the internet could be used for more than just research on wildebeest and the war of 1817 the use of my mind's eye seemed somewhat archaic. However after being `dragged' along with Bry by Katie to that new Twilight movie, granted for different reasons Bry's reason of course was just that he flat out just didn't want to see it while I on the other hand had no feelings either way to the motion picture I had no urge what so ever to stand in line and be squashed between so many tweeny boppers as my mother calls them. This is ultimately the reason Bry agreed to go when Katie convinced him it would be a good place find me a chick. Everyone can say how boring and plot less that movie was but no one can disagree that Taylor Lautner at least gave you something to stare at. So at least I have some material to work with. mind you it is getting to fall and where I live that means if you dare going to sleep without a shirt and a pair of shorts over your boxers the chances of you being uncomfortable due to shivers was quite good. So laying on my back I started massaging my crotch through my underwear feeling the silky material of my basketball shorts and my hardening cock beneath, all the while using my feet to push my comforter to the base of my bed. Closing my eyes just imagining how Taylor's hard body would feel against mine. I worked my hands up my body slowly dragging my fingers over the waist of my shorts; let them get caught in the hem of my shirt, bottom of my shirt to be towed by my fingers slowly bringing it to rest right under my chin. After which I take my fingernails and run it slowly up and down my body letting my nipples harden in the cool air. From before the time of my first self-sexual exploration I knew that my nipples held special pleasure for me and I knew what I liked and how I liked it. After letting my body cool down and release the warm air my bedspread was helping hold in. I worked my hands up to my pecs where I started massaging them. Using my index finger I flick my buds making sure they are hard and writhing with pleasure every tap. Placing both index fingers into my mouth I gently suck on them, proceeding to get them nice and wet. Slowly bringing my spit drenched fingers back down to douse my nipples with saliva letting the cold air stiffen them even more. Visualizing my fingers were an mouth's expert tongue. Using that bodily implement to induce pleasure that is so great it would be impossible to imagine they had any idea what control they had over me at that moment. Then taking the two little nubs which were as hard as rocks I take my thumb and index finger to squeeze them wishing they were someone's teeth slightly nibbling and with the only masochistic ounce in my body I begin to take extreme pleasure from the twinge. After a few seconds which has led if possible to heightened sense of pleasure I begin tweaking and rolling them. Being so preoccupied on one desire the other had totally escaped my mind until a throbbing down under lead me to hark back what I knew would give me the greatest pleasure. My left land taking the journey down while my right dutifully kept its place on my right nipple; I squeezing my pulsing member through the material noticing the amount of pre-ejaculate which has seemed to have seeped through give a pretty good idea of what was happening beneath.. Feeling no need to continue contain my dick in solitary confinement. I released it from its prison having it spring to life jutting straight out to the heavens. Not that I want you to get the wrong impression no 10 inch cocks here but it's not 3 incher either. Somewhere in between 6-7 a size that I for one was extremely happy with.. Taking my pride and joy in hand, I wrapped my fingers around mid shaft giving it a grip and slowly working up keeping gentle pressure working the built up pre-cum out the shaft to bead at the tip where I take my thumb and slowly rub massaging that liquid in to the apex. Hoping one to one day have a tongue that could perform the same feat. Having sufficiently built up the tension within I slowly manipulate my shaft up and down. All the while keeping my right hand busy continuing to work my overly sensitive nipples. Keeping in my mind's eye on the sight of the top of a beautiful head bobbing up and down, taking those lips to the base of my dick, allowing he's nose to rest in my pubes. The constant handling was gradually start to build slowing feeling the warmth spread through my body I knew what was coming. My fist working faster than ever, then it started my toes started to curl and I could feel my balls released what I felt tsunami. Pushing my imaginary cock worshiper off as though I was going to cream on his beautiful face who I assumed was still Mr. Lautner only to have staring back me steely eyes which made my orgasam experience both sheer pleasure and immense fear all at the same time.. As I reached the apex of my climax and exploded I saw the same load cover none other than Mr. Nic Pang and not only was the sneer absent but what was present was a smile so big I never thought possible for him to give while looking at me. Which caused the post orgasmic period to last far shorter a period then I was use to. Not wanting to dwell on the implications that this could have I just shoved the thought out of my mind. Using the sudden fatigue decide to close my eyes and fall asleep.
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The persistent beeping was driving me crazy. what is that sound?' Blinking the tiredness out of my eyes I noticed the sound coming from the clock on my headboard. I don't remember setting it. Feeling paper as I slapped the snooze'. I looked down and noticed a post-it with neat print, a normal communication method for my mom. Ripping it up I began to read "Good Morning!! John, I needed to get to work early and tried to wake you up to ask if you wanted a ride only to get a incomprehensible mumble which I took as a no. It's not as thought your car was left at school again anyways. I hope this alarm wakes you up. Oh I plan to be home a little late your aunty Janice wanted to have dinner and talk. I know you can fend for yourself. Love, mom. P.S. Can you at least wear boxers to bed? Only then did I notice the substantial draft causing me to cringe feel the chill not to mention dried cum covering my crotch and stomach. But I am sure if mom noticed that she would have mentioned it. Noticing it was already 730 I need to take a quick shower to make in before homeroom.
Skidding into the parking lot, I ran to my homeroom praying that it hadn't ended yet and Mr. Smith didn't send down the roll. As Mr. Smith is one of the few teachers that wouldn't mark me tardy coming in late, only if I didn't show would he be required to mark me absent.
"Ahh, Mr. Lau, good I was hoping someone would volunteer to take down the roll. Said Mr. Smith as a came to halt just inside the door.
"Sure, Mr. Smith" knowing that meant he was waiting for me to show up so that he wouldn't need to mark me tardy.
"And what do you say to your teacher who saves your ass every day" he asked with a smile on his face.
As if on cue the whole class recited with me "Thank you, Mr. Smith" in the sing-song voice like we were in kindergarten.
"Shut up all you smartasses" he said laughed. "Get that to the office" he said pointing at me. "You know they like to have that 5 minutes after class starts. Take your things while you're at it you won't make it back in time anyways.
"Ok, ok. Thanks again Mr. Smith" I said this time genuinely as I was shooed out.
Right as I was placing the roll in to the bin I heard the bell signaling to first period so I head to my pre-calc class.
Entering the classroom I saw Nic at our table. It appeared as though apparently that either he didn't get the memo that I was to be his savior or the attudite that he seems to advert to be but I was greeted same as always with look of loathing. Prey it was the former I decide to wait until we were approached by Mr. Wong. The class progressed smoothly with all parties engaged principally due to the fact that Mr. Wong started the class with phrase "Exam Review". To which we endured a refreshed of the last 3-4 weeks. Ending his lecture and handing out practice packets. Mr. Wong asked if Nic and I would stay after class. Hearing the bell ring everyone packed up and filed out the door. While the two use stayed seated. Glancing over at nic I say his expression looked semi perplexed as to why I was asked to stay as well. After a few minutes Mr. Wong approached our table, with a manila folder and sat on the stool facing us.
``Alright Nic you asked for a miracle this is the closest thing we got'' he said motioning toward me.
"Huh?" Nic asked confusion etched into his face.
"Well last week you asked if there was anyone else who could help. Since you I seem to unable to get you where you need to be.'' Mr. Wong tried to explain.
``I thought when you said you were going to try and convince one of your most talented tutors I thought you meant another teacher or a senior at least. I mean he's is only a sophomore. How dumb do you think I am?" Nic's voice now with a hint of frustration.
"Now Nicolas there is no need to take that tone nor is there a need to refer to John in the third person. He has graciously volunteered to help you and I think you should show a little gratitude for the time he is willing to give up to lend a hand" retorted Mr. Wong whose voice now to on an edge of irritation.
"I am sorry but is there anyone else at all? I don't mind taking anybody besides, John" his tone a little desperate.
"See, Mr. Wong I knew he would never go for it. Just as well I don't think I could help some so far gone anyway" I said slightly agitated being treated as a thought I wasn't even there. Picking up my belonging and placing them in my bag.
"Well since you don't seem to even make an attempt improve your situation, I suppose I am obligated to speak with coach and inform him that you have been placed you on academic probation for the remainder of the semester." Mr. Wong said a little defeated. Turning back to his desk.
"Fine, fine, fine . I'll try it." Striking the same tone of defeat.
Standing up and looking him straight in the eyes, wanting to make sure that the next words I was going to utter would sink "Now look, I know that you don't like me and frankly I think that you're obnoxious prick but that doesn't mean that I am not going to put 100 percent into helping you. Not because I don't wanna see our school lose states just cuz of you, but I have never done anything half-ass in my life and if you are going to make me tarnish that reputation I hold for myself I won't hesitate to relinquish being your tutor. Do you understand that?"
Mumbling something that sounded like "whatever" I just turned around planning to just scuttle the sinking ship before it could take me down with it. As I knew if word got out that had been Nic's tutor and he didn't listen to me and manage to fail I would be just to blame as him so by not even associating with him I wouldn't need to deal with that pressure.
"I believe John just asked you whether you agree to show as much effort as he is willing to provide you, is it a yes or a no?" asked Mr. Wong.
"Yes, I will" Nic answered with a voice polite enough to almost be sarcastic.
"Alright well meet me in the parking lot after your soccer practice since math team ends about that same time. We will figure out from there." I said walking out the door not waiting for a response. I assumed a yes he would be there and blowing me off would be an equivalent no.
A/N: Hey thanks for reading. I would first like to commend anyone who writes anything story, book, novel or anything of the sort. I can attest now that it isn't the easiest thing in the world to do. I apologies for the continuity flaw about John getting dropped off but then having a car to drive home. I didn't have any of the characters fully developed at that point. Again comments and constructive criticism greatly welcome. I would really enjoy any comments of John's "nocturnal activities" do you think its ending was anticlimactic. I only get paid in comments and reviews so please reciprocate XD