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THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR
I am 14 years old and the scrawny nerd at school. I don't like it but that is what I am. I am 4' 6" and weight just 75 pounds. Most of that weight must be in my brains because although I am supposed to be in the 9th grade I am taking 12th grade classes. It sucks being the little guy with all the answers in class. Teachers have even asked me not to answer question so other people have a chance to think.
So how did I get hooked up with the big senior jock? He was one of the same jocks who used to pick on me in the hallways at elementary school. It is the same one who now is 6' 2" and weighs 205.
That's a good question. It was my parents fault. You see my parents are good friends with his parents. He and I never hung out together even when we were invited over to their house for dinner. When they were invited to our house he never came along but my parents would not let me stay at home by myself so I had to go. I would suffer sitting listening to the adults talk about ridiculous things because he would not invite me to their family room to watch television with him because he was a jock (who picked on me unmercifully at school) and I was the nerd.
One night he decided to join us at their dining room table to eat. When he came into the room his mom introduced us.
"Yeah, I know." Troy said, "He's in some of my classes. He's the teacher's pet because he knows all the answers."
"Well you need to spend more time with him." His dad said. "You're never going to make a division one school unless you bring your grades up."
Troy shot his dad a look that said that is not going to happen.
The conversation turned to division one schools and morphed into sports. My mind went to analytical statistics. How many division one schools are there? How many jocks are at each one on the average? How many of them really care about a college education?
My mind was doing the math when I heard my mother call my name.
"Rodger, Rodger," she said, "Are you with us? He was probably playing math games in his head."
Everybody laughed, Troy the loudest. I looked at him with the meanest look I could give. He laughed harder.
"WHAT?" I said.
"I was telling everyone that you could help Troy with his studies." She said, "I'm sure you can figure out where he needs help and help him."
"That would be wonderful." Troy's mother said.
"Any help at all would be an improvement." His dad said.
I snapped my head around to glare at my mother. If she only knew how many times he had slapped the books out of my hands in the hallway at school.
"Hey that would be great." Troy said. "We can start right after supper. I need help with an English paper that is due tomorrow."
It snapped just as fast back to Troy. He had this shit eating grin that told me this is not good.
The closer we got to the finish our meal the more my stomach churned. By the time we finished I felt like I was going to regurgitate my meal.
"Come on Rodger," he never called me that at school, in fact I was surprised he knew what my name was. "Let's go to my room so I can show you what I am doing."
He stood, I stayed sitting. Everyone turned to look at me. I felt myself blush because I am not used to being the focus of attention.
"I turned to Troy's father and asked, "May I be excused?"
Everyone laughed again. I blushed harder.
I followed him like a little puppy dog. He went up the stairs two at a time. I did it one at a time but I hurried so I could keep up with him. It must have been something to see my little butt wiggling back and forth as I hurried to keep up.
He held the door to his bedroom and ushered me in with his hand on my back. I was like a lamb being led to slaughter.
I don't know if it was his hand on my back or the smell in the room but I became dizzy. The smell was all male. Not a bad smell but one that made me control my breathing so I would not hyperventilate.
His room was large compared to mine. He had a king size bed (probably because his size needed one), a dresser with a television and game console on it, a desk and two night stands, one on either side of the bed.
As soon as he closed the door he started taking his shirt off. I must have flushed.
He said, "You don't mind do you? I am usually naked when I am here by myself but I'll leave my boxers on."
I gasped when he pulled his shorts down. I don't know if it was because I am not used to guys being practically naked or the size of his package.
He saw and heard my reaction. "I can get dressed if you want, it's just that I am used to being naked around the guys in the locker room."
"NO, No," I stammered, "It's okay." My heart was pounding in my throat.
He stepped out of the shorts and left them lay on the floor. Pulling out the chair to his desk he motioned me to sit.
He opened his English book to the assignment. He leaned over my shoulder to show me his problem. I could smell his underarm. It was not a foul smell but a pleasant deodorant , sweet smell.
"What I am having trouble with is they have you read this story and then ask what the story is saying?" He said, "What kind of shit is that? You can just read it then you will know."
It was like a switch, I went into my nerd mode. I could have easily given him the answer but instead asked him, "Who is important in the story?" Then "What are they doing?
He gave me two perfect answers. "That is what they are looking for." I said. "Write that down just like you told me."
In 15 minutes he had his English completed. We moved on to world history then algebra. He was really smarter than he gave himself credit for. What I saw as his problem was the teacher taught it one way and if you didn't get it that was your problem. I would go at it at different angles until I found the one that worked for him. In math I tried to use sports as examples and found out how little I knew about sports. He was as patient with me on sports as I was with him on school work.
I don't know where the time went but the next thing I knew we had been at it for two hours and had finished everything he needed to do for tomorrow.
As he closed the last book he said, "Thanks Rodger. You make it so easy to understand. You should be the teacher instead of a student.
I turned and looked straight into the opening of his boxers. Suddenly the scents came back. I could smell his maleness. I almost passed out this time. My whole body got hot.
He pulled my head to his stomach, into a hug and said, "I really appreciate your help and hope you continue to help me."
With my face on his stomach his crotch was at my chest. I could feel his penis through his boxers and my shirt. It was hot. I felt it twitch.
I think it scarred him. He pushed me back, picked up his shorts and put them on. Grabbing his shirt he said, "Come on," and walked out into the hall.
When we got downstairs and into their living room where our parents were he asked my parents, "Can Rodger come home with me after school tomorrow? He explains it different than the teachers, he makes it so easy and I have a test on Friday that I have to get ready for."
I stumbled and almost fell but Troy reached a hand out and caught me before I fell. Not only was he quick but I was behind him and I don't know how he knew I was falling.
"I don't see a problem with that." My mom said.
His dad said, "You mean there is hope for the dumb jock."
"He's not dumb." I blurted out before I could stop myself.
Again all eyes were on me. I don't like that, never have. So I blushed again.
Troy wrapped his arm around my head and gave me a noogky. "It's the teacher."
It was almost eleven when we left. That surprised me because ten was my bedtime on school nights.
When we got home I brushed my teeth and got in bed. I wish I could say I went right to sleep but that was not going to happen. I rolled and tossed all night. My mind kept going to his scent, to the view I had when I could see in his boxer, to the feel of his penis when it pulsed against my chest. I even imagined what it would be like if his boxers and my shirt hadn't been between them. That took me back to the smell and it started all over again.
The weird thing is I had never had sexual thoughts and these were not sexual. It was more of a content feeling I had. If you can believe it I have never had a sexual thought, I had never jack off. I heard about it at school but have never tried it. I wasn't interested in it.
When my alarm went off I don't think I had been asleep once. I am sure I dosed from time to time but it felt like I had been awake the whole time.
The next day at school was really weird. He sought me out and brought me to sit with him and the jocks before school started. "Rodger is better than any of the teachers. If any of you guys have trouble understanding something, ask Rodger to explain it. His mom and dad were at our house for supper and he helped me with my homework. I don't mean he gave me the answers, he explained it so I could understand it."
Of course all eyes went to me and that made me blush.
Troy walked me to my first class. I think it was so I would not get picked on. I didn't because who would go up against Troy.
Second period was English and we were both in the same class. The teacher, thinking they would get points with the kids, made fun of my intelligence.
"He does a hell of a lot better explaining things than you do." Rodger blurted out.
Again all eyes turned towards me. I blushed.
It went that way all day. It may have been my mind tricking me but all day I could hear murmuring as I walked down the hall and I was sure it was about me.
At lunch time I sat with the jocks. Actually I sat by myself at my usual table and as they came in they sat at my table. Then first one didn't understand the same English problem Troy had problems with. He had English after lunch. I asked him the same questions I had asked Troy. He got it right away. The second had problems remembering dates in history. I gave him a lesson in associating the events and dates into something funny. The third couldn't get algebra no matter what. By the time lunch was over he thought he got it and I had only eaten half of my lunch.
Troy and I had world history together. At class he told me to come to the practice field after school and wait for him.
Last period Troy had sports (it was football season) and I had study hall. By then every kid in school had heard about my helping others. It was like I was the teacher. The teacher just sat there as I went from desk to desk helping whoever needed help. Some kids would call me be back to check if they were doing it correctly.
I was 20 minutes late leaving because they kept asking questions. Who said kids don't want to learn. I think a lot of teachers don't care if the kids learn it or not.
After going to my locker and getting the 2 books I wanted I walked out to the football (American football) practice field. They did not have stands at the practice filed but had a long bench the players used when they could. Troy came running across the field, jumped in the air and brought the ball down over his shoulder. I didn't know that was a good play until the coach made a comment about a nice catch.
After practice was over he came over and said "Come on."
I followed him into the locker room. I had never been in there before. The smell was intoxicating. Guys were taking off their uniforms and going to the shower naked.
I was very uncomfortable. Troy got naked but did not go to shower. Instead he put his school clothes back on, picked up 3 books and again said, "Come on."
Following him I was taking 3 steps to his 1. His long legs and fast pace kept me almost at a run.
When we got to his car he opened the door for me. I put on my seatbelt as he was going around to the driver's side.
He put on his seatbelt then patted my thigh as he said, "Ready?"
I could feel my penis shoot up to full hardness. It had never done that before. It felt like all the blood left my body to fill my dick.
I couldn't say anything. I just nodded.
I sat there thinking, what is wrong with me? Why do I feel like my stomach is turning in knots? Why is his hand so hot through my slacks?
He put the car in reverse and backed out of his parking spot. After he put the car in drive his hand came back to my thigh, only higher this time.
I almost exploded. I had major turmoil going on in my body. I didn't understand these feelings.
After leaving the driveway from the school parking lot, he put both hands on the wheel. I took my first breath. Oh the smell. It was not the good kind of smell but it excited me anyway. It was a sweaty football practice smell.
Neither one of us said anything all the way to his house. My body relaxed some and I felt more comfortable. That would soon end.
We got to his house and no one was home. I followed him up the stairs. He took the stairs 2 at a time and I hurriedly did them one at a time. He was in his room by the time I was up the stairs. The door was open.
When I went in the door he was completely naked, clothes thrown all over the room. Of course my eyes went straight to his crotch. It was big. It was beautiful. Well a lot bigger than my 4 incher and it was soft. It was soft and hanging over his balls perfectly. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
He was oblivious of my staring. He was so comfortable with his nakedness he had no idea the effect it was having on me. I didn't understand the effect it was having on me.
As he walked through a door he said, "Come on you can shower with me. It's a big shower."
'OH NO I CAN'T' I thought. After seeing his body, his thing, there was no way I would get naked in front of him.
"Umm, no thanks," I said, "I'm okay." "Suit yourself," he replied, "but if you stink when I come out I'll carry you outside and hose you off." The picture in my mind of him carrying me sounded like fun to me.
I was sitting at his desk checking the homework he had finished when he came out of the bathroom. He had nothing on and was drying his hair with his towel. His penis was swinging back and forth as he rubbed the towel on his head.
As the weeks progressed we fell into a routine of Tuesday and Thursday I rode home with him to help him study. He went from a B-C student to straight A's at the end of the six week period. When his dad saw his report card he accused me of doing his work for him. I wasn't and replied I couldn't take the tests for him and if he didn't do the work himself it would show in the tests.
Almost every day I was in the cafeteria after school helping those who wanted help. Some days Troy had to come looking for me when his practice was finished so he could give me a ride home or to his house to go over his homework.
Oh, and another thing that happened was I went from the bottom socially at school to being the most popular. Everyone knew my name and came to me for advice, even for non-school personal stuff. I started writing an advice column for the school paper.
One guy wrote in asking how he could get his girlfriend to have sex. I wrote he should save that for when he was married and instead take the problem in hand and deal with it on his own. This advice came from a guy who was devoid of any sex and really didn't care. They call it asexual. Somehow it got past our advisor and made it to print. I couldn't walk down the hall without everyone stopping me to comment on it.
Another thing that changed is I was never interested in sports, playing it or watching it. I had nothing to do with it. I was invited by his parents to go to the game with them. I didn't have to sit with them but they would take me and bring me home after it was over. I sat in the student section and luckily sat next to a boy who knew everything about it. He was on the freshman team and gave me a play by play on everything that was going on. He would even tell me what play he thought they would run next.
"They are running a pass play to Troy." He said, "It's about time. Troy has six inches on the guy that is covering him."
A guy took the ball and ran back, turned and threw the ball. Troy running down the side of the field didn't even turn to look at the ball. He put his arms up on his right shoulder, caught the ball and ran to the end of the field. Everybody jumped up screaming, even me, but the guy next to me beat on my shoulder.
The last three weeks have been the best in my life. Then everything changed.
It was a Tuesday. I was checking Troy's homework while he was taking a shower. As usual he came out naked drying his hair with the towel. He came over and stood next to me just like usual. That's when things changed.
I was explaining to him what he needed to do on the English assignment while watching his dick swing back and forth.
"You can touch it if you want." He said.
I didn't know what he was talking about and looked up to his face.
"You stare at it every time." He added, "You can touch my dick if you want."
"I'm sorry." I said, "I didn't mean to."
"That's okay." Troy said, "I remember being your age and being curious. Go ahead, touch it."
My eyes went back to it. It had gotten bigger. A different smell was coming from it. I think they call it Pheromones. It might not have been a smell but it definitely attracted me to it. It was like a magnet. My nose moved closer and my hand reached out and felt it. I don't remember moving but my hand somehow found its way.
He moaned and it quickly grew. He turned towards me and somehow I was now facing it. It was only a few inches away.
I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to act queer but the next thing I knew I was kissing it. Not just kissing it but worshiping it.
Troy softly took my head in both hands and rubbed his now hard dick up and down my face.
"Suck me." He said.
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant and his dick slid in. He moaned. He slid it in and out a few times.
"Watch your teeth." He gasped. "Cover them with your lips."
I did as more and more of his dick was getting in. I started to gag but he pulled my head forward and the gag went away as his dick slid into my throat. He pulled back allowing me to gasp for breath. He pulled completely out and rubbed it across my face.
I had become obsessed. I wanted it in my mouth. I grabbed the base and slid my lips back over it's length swallowing as it slid down my throat.
"Oh gawd!" he exclaimed, "Here it comes."
I didn't know what it was. A few seconds later my mouth was flooded. The second blast was in my throat. I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth. Three, four, five shots were expelled. I swallowed as fast as I could. I didn't want to. I wanted to explore the flavor but was afraid I would drown if I didn't swallow.
As I ran my tongue along the bottom of his cock more oozed out onto my tongue. I now knew what "it" was.
He let his dick stay in my mouth as he went thru a few aftershocks. Them putting his hands under my arms he lifted me until he was standing and we were face to face. I couldn't believe how easily he held me up to where we were eye to eye.
My eyes were on his eyes. His eyes were on my eyes. We looked at each, unblinking, until his face got closer and closer. His lips touched mine and my eyes rolled back then closed. My whole head exploded as his tongue went into my mouth and found mine. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck.
Unbeknownst to me we had moved over to his bed. Still kissing me he lay me back until he was on top of me. His kisses moved to my cheek, then ear, then down my neck as he raised my shirt stopping just long enough to pull my shirt over my head.
His kisses moved across my left shoulder then down to my nipple. "AAAAAaaaaggghhhh!" my head screamed. Or did I do that out loud. I don't know but I thought I heard it echo in the room. The kisses moved across my chest to the right one. This one, as it became erect, he nibbled on with his teeth. I was on fire
He kissed across my stomach to my navel. His tongue dug into my innie belly button.
As his kisses moved downward I realized my pants and underwear were at my ankles. I have no idea how or when that happened. I am sure the only reason they were not completely off was my shoes were in the way.
He skipped my penis and lapped at my balls. I was so hard it hurt. I could feel every beat of my heart in my penis as it pulsed. His tongue slid up the length of it and his mouth engulfed it completely.
It was so intense I blacked out. Whited out would be a better description. I saw a bright white light and then nothing.
When I became aware of things again, he was on his back, my head was on his shoulder and I was wrapped in his arms and legs.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he kissed my forehead.
I was breathing hard and could not speak. I smiled and that was my answer. "I hope you're not mad at me for doing that. I've wanted to since that first night you were in my bedroom. I have known I am gay since I was your age. I just don't let anyone know. "Please don't tell anyone."
"Only if you promise me we can do it again." I said.
"We better finish my homework so we have time then." He smiled.
He got up, took my shoes off and my clothes the rest of the way. I was never dressed in his room again.
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