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The Football Player and the Geek By: shyoldguy
I am 18 years old over six feet tall with broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. I am strong and muscular. I have dark hair, almost black, and a very hairy body. My eyes are a light brown. I have a large dick, almost nine inches (yes, I have measured it) and big low hanging balls. My legs are long and strong, and I have large feet with long toes. I am the star quarterback for my high school, and have been told I am very handsome. All the girls in school are after me, and I have bedded a few of them. I am, however, gay.
Needless to say, I can't let anyone know . . . ever. I have never been with a guy, but have known from an early age that I was gay. When I was just a little boy, I was always interested in other boy's bodies. I was always playing "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours". I did talk a few of my friends out of their pants. I stopped when I asked and older boy . . . and he beat me up. As my body started to develop, and I discovered masturbation, I thought about boys all the time while I was stroking. I had a cousin that lived near by for a while, and we would masturbate together watching porn. Well . . . he watched the women on the screen, and I watched him. He was 14 and I was 12.
I have been able to keep my sexuality secret; however I do beat off a lot. I visit the gay porn sites, look at the fine young bodies, and shoot three or four loads a day. I would love to be with another guy, you know, naked and in bed. But I am so scared of getting found out. I am able to keep my appendage under control in the locker room; however, it is not easy when you are surrounded by naked young 17 and 18 year old bodies.
I am a good student, fairly smart. I am in advance classes and always carry at least a B average. But it became apparent that calculus was not my subject. My coach arranged for a tutor to help me. It was kind of embarrassing. When I went to the office to meet him for the first time, I couldn't believe what happened.
First off Nathan was not a buff, young athlete. He was a geek. I kind of expected that from a 17 year old boy that was good at calculus and had the time and was willing to tutor another guy. He had short washed out blond hair, muddy brown eyes, wore glasses, and was overweight. He wasn't fat, just sort of pudgy. He was pale, like he never went out in the sun. I had seen him around school; he drove a light blue VW Bug convertible.
The guys on the team made smart ass remarks about him behind his back. They did that to a lot of "un-cool" guys at school. But what was so surprising was the way my body responded when he smiled at me. When we were introduced, I put out my hand to shake his; he took it, made eye contact and smiled. My cock went rigid in my pants. I don't know if you believe in love at first site, I didn't, I do now. Something happened inside me, I can't even describe the feelings that overcame me. Not just the physical one, hell, my body was screaming to have sex with him, but something deep in my soul. Damn, I just fell in love with a geek.
It was really hard to concentrate on calculus the first time he came over, but he was a good teacher. He started coming over three times a week, and we would sit at the dining room table and work on our homework. Our routine was to go out on the back deck after we were done, have something to drink and talk. I really started to enjoy those talks, and looked forward to them all day. My friends thought I was really stupid to need a tutor for almost the whole semester. The truth was I caught on to the subject, but wanted a reason to spend time with Nathan. We never talked about our sexuality or sex at all. One night while we were sitting in the dark sipping some iced tea, he reached over and put his hand on top of mine. The next thing I knew we held hands every time we sat out there together. Yeah, I know, it's kind of girlie, but I liked it. Just that innocent touch, told me so much.
I guess he had the same feelings for me. We never had the opportunity to be alone; I couldn't let my friends see me with him. As far as they knew he was my tutor and nothing else. The only contact we could have was when he came over to tutor me. Until one day in early September. When we were sitting outside after or session, he told me that his parents were going out of town for the weekend. He asked me if I wanted to come over and spend the night. Hell yes, I wanted to spend the night, but how could I. How could I explain away the hunky football player spending the night with the geek? Unless . . . I could convince everyone I was someplace else. If I told my parents that I was spending the night with Bill from the team, I had stayed over his house from time to time, they would buy that. If I told Bill I was going to shack up with some girl for the night, he would cover for me. Hell, I had done it for him before. I guess I was finally going to loose my cherry.
I was so excited; I couldn't wait until Friday night. I left our house at six that evening; I had showered, shaved, put on some nice jeans and a button front shirt, loafers without socks, and my jock strap. As I was putting them on, I was thinking about taking them off. Damn, I was so ready for this. I wanted Nathan so bad. I had been around hunky jocks, naked in the locker room, there tight bodies glistening in the shower, but I had never wanted one of them the way I wanted Nathan. I loved him so much, and wanted him to be my first. Actually I was hoping he was my last too. He was all I had wanted.
I drove to his house, my rock hard cock jammed in my pants. I couldn't wait. I walked up to his house, stood at the door afraid to knock, and afraid not to. What happened in the next 30 seconds could change my life fore ever. I knocked. He opened the door wearing only a white t- shirt, and grey sweat pants; I guess they were equivalent to pajamas for him. He obviously had been looking forward to this too, because they were tented several inches from his body, and there was a wet spot on the front, a rather large wet spot. He took me by the hand and led me in closing, and locking, the door behind me.
There was music playing softly in the background, not the current teenage stuff, but something sweet and calming, a clarinet and piano, I think. He took me in his arms, and we just stood there inside the door holding each other; full body contact, his head on my shoulder. I could feel his hard dick pressing into me, and I knew he could feel mine. Are bodies started to sway, and we were dancing to the music. Yeah, I know most of you are thinking how corny that was, but I loved it, holding him and slow dancing around the room. And then . . . he did it, he kissed me. Not one of those deeply erotic, tongue twisting, spit sharing kisses, but a soft, on the lips kiss. And . . . I shot my load in my pants.
Just a kiss, one lips to lips kiss, his arms around me, one of my hands on the back of his head, playing with his hair, the other on his soft round butt, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric. Just one kiss had tipped me over the edge, my jock strap filled with cum, my legs weakened, my head swam, and I slowly sank to my knees. Nathan stepped back, and pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his soft white hairless chest. His dark round nipples were hard. His skin looked so pale and soft. He hooked his fingers under the elastic in his pants and slid them down his round soft thighs, to his bare feet and stepped out of them. His rock hard seven inch cock pointed at me. It stuck straight out from a small bush of light blond hair. My god he was gorgeous! He didn't have tan lines, not because he sun bathed in the nude, but because he didn't have any tan. He said, "Let's do this right, let's go to my room, okay?" he turned and walked toward the hall, looking over his shoulder to see if I was following. I was rock hard looking at his butt, it to was smooth, white and soft looking, and very appetizing When he realized I was still on my knees, he turned back took my hand helping me to my feet and then led me down the hall to his room.
His room obviously had not been redecorated since he was in elementary school; the wall paper had cowboys on it. The bed was a twin, with a horse and barn themed patterned cover. There was a stuffed pony on the pillow. He pushed the pony off onto the floor, and lay down on his back motioning me to come to him. I was helpless to do anything else. Letting my loafers drop to the floor, I took his hands, and lay down on top of his naked form. My cock was throbbing in the wet pouch of my jock. He held me that way for quite some time, his bare left leg wrapped around my right one, his hand playing with my hair, and the other one rubbing my back. "I love you Andrew." He whispered. "I love you too Nathan, I have since the first moment I saw you." And we kissed again. Slowly he unbuttoned my shirt, and slid it off my shoulders, and down my arms. His short, pudgy fingers played with the hair on my chest, finding my nip, and gently stimulating it until it was rock hard. His lips tenderly caressed it driving me crazy, then his tongue licking it, softly sucking it, and I shot my second load in my jock strap.
I needed to get out of these pants, so I climbed off him and stood by the bed, unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I was standing next to him in nothing but my cum soaked jock strap. When I hooked my fingers under the elastic waist, he reached out and stopped me. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he started sucking my cum out of my pouch. Damn! I shot another load.
He took my rod out of the side of the pouch, and sucked it until it was hard as a rock again. His sweet lips caressing my shaft while his tongue probed my head and pee slit. When I was on that edge again, he pulled off and asked, "Would you like to fuck me now?" I slid the wet jock down my hairy legs, and stepped out of it, almost tripping in the process. "Please Nathan, fuck me; I want you inside me so bad." I pleaded, "Andrew, are you sure, it will hurt the first time. Are you sure you don't want to do me." Nathan said in his soft high voice. "No, please, fuck me. I have dreamed about this forever. I want to feel a cock in my ass. I beat off thinking about it, and I want you to be my first. Please Nathan." I begged.
He positioned me on the bed. I was on my stomach with a pillow under my hips. He put his face in my crack and started licking me, he ran his tongue over my hole, while his hands stroked my thighs and squeezed my balls. When he would come up for air he would tell me how much he loved me, how hot he thought I was, and that he was the luckiest boy in the world to have a lover like me. I knew that I was the lucky one.
He started sticking his tongue in my boy pussy, but when he stuck his finger in my ass, I shot my fourth load in and hour. My balls were aching, and there was a dull pain inside somewhere. He worked two fingers in my cunt, and then got up and got condom and a tube of lube out of his night stand drawer. "No please, Nathan, bare back me, please." I begged. "I've been with other men, Andrew, maybe we should play it safe." He replied. "I don't care, please, this is my first time, I want to feel everything, Please Nathan; I'll take my chances."
He squeezed some lube in my hole, coated his naked dick, and positioned it on my waiting opening. "Let me know if I am hurting you. Okay?" "I love you Nathan, please make love to me." He pressed his hard cock into my waiting hole, I was expecting some pain, but he was so gentle and slow, that it just felt wonderful. "You feel so good Andrew, are you okay?" my lover asked. All I could do was moan my pleasure. He slowly started humping his hips, going a little deeper with each thrust.
His cock felt wonderful, I was so full, and the pressure was building in my ass and in my balls. He continued his in and out rhythm, very slowly and carefully. We continued like this for almost twenty minutes, as my explosion started to build. I could feel something expanding inside me, my head began to swim, and tears came to my eyes. Nathan started fucking me in earnest, faster and faster harder and harder. His breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. Deeper and deeper his massive dick penetrated me, all the way to my soul. "Oh damn Andrew, I love you, I love you. Oh Andrewwwwww." He yelled as his hot milky boy cum exploded inside me.
His last deep thrust hit that spot, that spot that was just waiting for it. It detonated the largest orgasm of my life; I thought my balls were going to shoot out of my cock. I screamed. "Oh god Andrew, are you okay?" Nathan asked, in between gasps; with true concern in his voice. I started laughing, "Oh Nathan, I have never been better, I love you, I love you so much, thank you." He pulled his softening wiener out of my love hole. It was throbbing, but so were my dick, my balls, and whatever it was inside me that made this all possible. I rolled onto my back, feeling his cum leak out of me and Nathan curled up next to me, his head on my chest. "I think I ruined your pillow," I said. "it has a huge wet spot." He laughed. "I love you Andrew, can you tell?"
"If my Coach finds out about this, my life will be shit. Can we keep this quiet until after the season ends?" I asked. "Then I will tell my parents." I said. "I think your coach already knows, he knows I'm gay, and I think he set you up with me on purpose." He replied. "How does Coach know you are gay?" I asked. He just smiled
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