The Jock and the Tutor

THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 10

Troy was pacing back and forth in his dads room. He was like a caged animal.

"For God's sakes," John said, "Sit down, you are driving me crazy."

Troy went and sat in the lounge chair. His foot was bouncing up and down. He lasted less than a minute then was up pacing the floor again.

John's cell phone rang. Troy stopped pacing while his dad answered the phone.

"Yes."

"Yes," John said, "Okay I will."

"What?" Troy asked as his dad hung up.

John didn't say anything.

"Was that Rodger?" Troy was clearly irritated.

"It was his dad." John softly replied.

"Oh God, No." Troy said, "Did something happen to Rodger?"

"He didn't say but you are to stay here."

"I can't. I have to go find him." Troy started towards the door.

"STAY HERE!" John yelled as he tried to get up.

Troy spun around. His dad never yelled and it surprised him. His dad was trying to get up but the weight of the cast made it impossible.

Troy could see the pain his dad was in. He went over and pushed his dad back down. John grabbed his son's wrist with his left hand and held it tightly.

"Don't do something stupid and make it worse." John could see the panic in his son's eyes. "Give Rodger some time then tell him how sorry you are that you hurt him."

"I didn't think..." was as far as Troy got.

"Well think now. Think about how Rodger felt. All those years you bullied him, think about how he saw it."

"Shit!" Troy sat on his father's bed. John relaxed his grip but did not let go of the wrist.

"Dad." He started, "I'm gay."

His dad did not say anything. He had a shocked look. He couldn't believe it. Troy is so masculine, so athletic, so, so, so, he didn't know what but he was anything but gay. Girls were chasing him all the time.

"I know," Troy said, "I know I don't look gay, whatever that means. I've known since I was 14. Middle school locker room I looked at all the guys. I had to look away because I would start to get hard just thinking about what it would be like to be naked in bed with them."

"That doesn't mean" his dad started but Troy cut him off.

"I know dad." He interrupted, "Trust me I know. I've been in love with Rodger since he was in second and I was in fifth grade. I didn't know it was that but I knew I liked being around him. I would go out of my way to pick on him just so I could get close. Close enough to touch him. Close enough to smell him."

"So that makes bullying okay?"

"No," Troy mumbled, "But see that is just it. I didn't understand why I needed to be near him but I did. The only way I could do that and not seem weird was to pick on him like that."

"Funny way to show love if you ask me."

"I didn't know it was love." Troy went on, "I didn't know what it was. I just had to be close to him. When I moved up to middle school there were times I cried because I didn't see him."

"I do remember you getting moody," John said, "But I thought it was just puberty, your mom and I both did."

"You talked about it?" Troy asked astonished.

"Sure we did." His dad went on, "We are your parents. We talked about that first night you took Rodger to your room to help you with your studies. You came back downstairs a different person, we could tell."

"That was the night I realized I was in love with him." Troy smiled. "It was all I could do not to throw him on my bed and make love to him. It's a wonder I could concentrate enough to do the homework. He just so excited me I wanted to do the homework correctly to make him happy."

"I'm glad someone inspired you but I don't need to hear about the making love part."

"What am I going to do if he won't see me, won't talked to me?"

"I think he will." His dad responded. "I see the way he looks at you. He idolizes you. BUT you have to give him some time. And some space. What happened tonight brought up some difficult memories for him. Let him sort through that and then get down on your knees and beg him to forgive you. You can tell him you love him but wait to say anything about why you bullied him. If you tell him that now he will see it as an excuse and might think you are trying to trivialize how it affected him. You hurt him, you hurt him really bad."

"You know why I didn't go with you to their house? Or why I wouldn't come eat with you when they were over? I couldn't stand to be that close to him and not touch him." Troy went on, "That night I was really hungry and didn't think about him being there. When his mom said for Rodger to tutor me I almost passed out. My heart started beating fast just thinking about getting him in my room."

"I ate faster and faster so I could get him in my room. I watched him blush as I took my shirt off. It was so cute. He actually gasped when I took my shorts off and was in my boxers. I could tell he wasn't used to being around guys. I even gave him an out and told him I would get dressed but he yelled no. I actually laughed then."

"But then he got into his teacher mode and I really listened to what he said. He's good. He's really good. He explains things differently than the teachers at school do. I realized then I had a way to be around him that the guys wouldn't think was strange. The more we worked together the more I realized I loved him."

"At school the next morning I found Rodger and took him to the jock table. I told the guys about how he helped me. It worked out great because he helped a couple of guys that morning. I watched amazed at lunch time, he could hardly eat because of everyone asking him questions. I was proud of him coming alive and out of his shell. It was clear this was his element. He stays in the cafeteria while I am at practice helping anyone who wants it. The whole school knew by the end of the first day."

John could see the pride in his son's eyes as he was talking. He realized his son was gay and in love with Rodger. His son, the macho jock was in love with another boy.

"I was so worried it wouldn't go that way. I was worried they would make fun of him but they didn't."

"You have to be careful son. He is only 14 even if he seems like he is 40. He might not have the same feelings for you that you have for him."

"He does dad. I can tell but he is afraid someone will find out."

"Respect that."

"That's what Sherrie says."

"Sherrie?"

"She is a girl jock that sits with us at lunch." Troy continued. "She figured out how I felt about Rodger. She told me it would be harder on Rodger if I didn't keep it a secret."

"It would be." John said. "In this redneck, bible beating Baptist area and his small size he would be dead meat."

"I'd beat the crap out of them."

"You can't take them all on and you can't always be there to protect him." John replied. "You don't even know for sure if he is gay."

"I'm sure he is." Troy replied, "I know he loves me as much as I love him. It's like we are one when we are together. I'll look over at him and he is looking at me. I get warm all over."

"God son." John said, "This is all too much for me to take in. I just can't believe you are gay let alone all the other stuff you are telling me."

Troy had laid down with his head on his dad's legs while they were talking. It was early morning and the night took its toll on him. He fell asleep and his dad followed soon after.

It was light in my room, too bright for my clock to show on the ceiling. I was groggy. Why is it so bright?' I thought, Am I late for school? What day is it? Oh yeah it's Saturday.'

I rolled to the side my clock was on. The clock read 10:55 but that can't be right. I never sleep in. I could hear someone mowing their grass. I got up and went to pee. When I came back into my bedroom I looked out the window. Sure enough Mister Watson across the street was mowing the grass and Troy's car was parked out front.

Last night came flooding back. I stopped breathing. What am I going to do?

I sent a text to Robby's phone. I heard it beep in his room when it received the text. I walked through our bathroom into his room. He wasn't there. He had left his phone on his dresser.

I went back to my room and looked out the window again. Yes, that was Troy's car. Damn!

My stomach rumbled. I was starving. I had to get something to eat.

I went to the door to the hallway and gently opened it. I listened. I couldn't hear anything in the house. Venturing into the hallway I walked quietly down the hall.

I listened at the top of the steps. I still heard nothing. I was in stealth mode as I crept down the steps. Still nothing.

My stomach rumbled again. I jumped at the sound.

Walking through the house to the kitchen I was ready to bolt for my room if he was there. He wasn't. I fixed a bowl of cereal and turned to go back to my room.

There was a note on the kitchen table.

Rodger Robby, dad and I went to visit John at the hospital. Troy is asleep in the spare bedroom. Love Mom

I almost choked on the spoonful of cereal. Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore.

Sitting the bowl down on the counter, I went back upstairs. Only I didn't go to my room, I went to the spare bedroom.

Standing outside the door with my hand on the doorknob, I kept thinking, `Don't be awake. Please don't be awake.'

Easing the door slowly open, I first saw his bare foot then his leg. He was lying on his side facing away from me. I could tell from his breathing that he was asleep. I gasped when I saw his hairy butt. He had pulled the covers off when he had rolled over. He had nothing on.

I swallowed a gulp that I was sure would wake him, but it didn't. He was holding a pillow like he held me when we slept together. A shudder went through me.

I crept farther into the room. Carefully moving the covers so I could see the front, I moaned.

His hard dick was creasing the pillow as if it was my crevice. My butt cheeks. I want it to be me.

`What am I doing.' I thought. I watched that spot as I quietly removed my clothes.

I know he was still asleep but it was like his dick knew what I was doing. It pulsed into the pillow. I had to figure out how I was going to replace the pillow.

After I was naked I slid under the covers on that side of the bed being as careful as I could not to move the bed. Once I was there what could I do?

I rolled onto my side, facing away from him. Slowly backing up to the pillow, I slid under his arm.

It's a wonder I didn't wake him from how hard I was breathing and my heart pounding.

Next I slowly moved the pillow up as I slid back. Now I was under the pillow and I could feel the heat from his skin.

As I pulled the pillow forward to get rid of it he stirred. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back against him. His dick found its own way to my crack.

I couldn't help it. I moaned. It wasn't a quiet moan either. It wasn't just his dick sliding between my ass cheeks that caused the moan although that, I am sure, made it louder. It was the feeling of being engulfed in his arms, the warmth of his skin, the protective feeling I had when he held me. It was all of that and more. Anyone would have moaned, even you I bet.

He stirred again. He pulled me back more and pushed his hips forward. It caused his dick to slide up my crack.

My buns squeezed together grabbing his hardness. His nose nuzzled into my hair. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. It sent chills down my spine.

As good as this felt, as much as I wanted to stay like this, I couldn't. I moved my hips forward, reached between my legs and repositioned his hard cock. I wanted it between my legs.

Before I put my legs back together, before I moved back in place, he pushed forward and it slid along my taint to my balls. The electricity traveled from my balls to the top of my head and down to my toes.

His breathing was still the slow shallow breath of sleep. That was okay because I was gasping and sucking air enough for both of us.

I closed my legs around his cock. He pulled back a little then pushed forward into my balls again.

I whimpered. You don't know how good that felt. Well maybe you do if you've had that done to you.

He pulled back again and shoved in harder this time. He continued going back and forth, moving back a little more and shoving forward a little harder each time. He had a steady but slow pace going.

I was delirious with pleasure. I wrapped my arms around the arm that was over me. I kissed his knuckles. I sucked his middle finger into my mouth.

He wasn't quite going back far enough so as he pulled back I shifted position so his hardness would caress my pussy.

"AAAAGGGGHHHEEEEEKKKKKK!" I yelled as he rammed forward and it entered me with force.

Troy tried to sit up but he was attached to me. I held his arm even tighter. It is a wonder I didn't bite his finger off.

"Oh God," Troy said, "What did I do?"

He started to pull out as he added, "I'm sorry, I didn't..."

I grabbed his hip to hold him in place. "Don't move," I said, "It hurts too much when you move."

It was more pain than I ever experienced in my life. It hurt when his dick didn't move but it hurt more when he moved it. I couldn't imagine how bad it would hurt when the head would try to escape my sphincter.

"Don't move," I said again.

He didn't. I think he even stopped breathing so he wouldn't move.

I could feel him rapidly getting smaller, softer. It was the weirdest feeling. The pain had lessened but was still there.

I didn't mean to and it was surely not under my control but it felt like I was shitting his dick out of me. I hoped it was him and not shit.

As soon as he felt his cock expelled he jumped up on his knees, pushed me onto my stomach and was pulling my cheeks apart to see what damage was there.

"Oh God Rodger," he cried, "You're bleeding. Oh God what have I done?"

He fell on top of me. He was bawling into my hair. "Oh God, what have I done? Oh God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

One side of me wanted to lay there, feeling his warmth, his love, being engulfed in his protection but my practical side took over. "Get up." I said as I tried to push up on my hands and knees but his weight was more than I could lift. "How bad is it?"

"It's bad." He said as he pushed himself up.

"Get me some Kleenex."

He jumped up and ran to the dresser. My mom always had Kleenex in every room. He grabbed the box and in 2 steps was back next to the bed.

I grabbed 3 or 4 and stuffed them in my butt cheeks. "Go to my bathroom and take a shower."

If I was bleeding as bad as he said I knew he had blood on his dick and I wanted him to wash it off before he got it on everything. As he left the room I tried to get up.

I moaned. It hurt my asshole to even move. After I was standing I threw the covers back to check the sheets to see if blood had gotten on them. Thank God there wasn't any.

I left everything the way it was and duck walked to my bathroom. Troy was in the shower still crying. He was just standing there letting the water hit him.

I sat on the toilet and gently pulled the Kleenex off. It was pretty bloody but not soaked like I thought it would be. Taking some TP I gently dabbed at my hole. It had a little blood on it but I couldn't have been bleeding very hard.

I wanted hot water to sooth my muscles. They were tense to say the least. I got in the shower with Troy. His arms immediately went around me. It felt good. He turned us so the water was hitting my back. That felt even better.

"I'm so sorry." He cried.

"Shh! Just hold me."

And he did hold me. Just like that for a long time. I don't know how long but the water started getting cool. We have a big hot water heater so it must have been very long.

We both noticed the water getting cooler. It was probably funny to watch. We both started washing ourselves hap-hazard before the water became completely cold. We rinsed and got out to dry.

We didn't dry each other, we dried ourselves. I think both of us were afraid to touch the other. I know if I touched Troy I would not have been able to control myself.

When we went back into my bedroom to get dressed Troy asked me to bend over the bed so he could check me again. He got down on his knees behind me and gently spread my cheeks apart.

"It's not as bad as it was." He said, "but there is still some blood there. I think we better have the doctor check it."

He then leaned forward and kissed me. He kissed directly on my asshole.

`Oh shit." I don't know if I said it or just thought it. What I do know is I was instantly hard. I mean HARD, hard. I could feel my pulse I was so hard. I was gasping.

Evidently Troy took notice from behind me. Picking up my legs he rolled me over onto my back. My dick was engulfed in warmth before he finished rolling me. He pulled off and gently kissed my balls.

Pulling my legs up to my chest I said, "Kiss it and make it better."

He really got into kissing it but it did not make it better. When he pushed his tongue against it I yelped.

He immediately drew back but came right back to lick up my taint, across my balls to the tip of my cock. From there he swallowed my dick all the way to my pubes. Being only 14 I wasn't that big. He had the whole thing in his mouth and it's a good thing he did.

I fired so hard it would have hit the ceiling if his mouth wasn't there to catch it. I know I have said this before but it was the hardest cum I had ever felt at this point. And it seemed to last forever. By the time I finished I was exhausted.

Troy stood up looking down at me with a grin. Oh, that and a steel hard dick pointing towards his chest. I wished I could say I took care of it for him but I was too exhausted to move. Instead he moved me up on the bed and lay next to me. I cuddled into him laying my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. I know I had just awoken but that is how much he drained me.

I don't know how long I slept but when I awoke Troy was gone. I had a blanket over me. I could smell bacon. Now I was REALLY hungry. I had only eaten a spoonful of my cereal earlier and the smell of bacon was probably what woke me.

I got up, quickly dressed and headed for the kitchen. Troy was dressed in silky basketball shorts and a tight t-shirt. He was at the stove frying eggs in the grease from the bacon. The toaster popped up.

I don't know how he knew I was there but without looking back he said, "Would you butter the toast please?"

By the time I finished buttering the toast he served up two plates with two eggs and four pieces of bacon on each. I had never had eggs fixed this way and they looked greasy, very greasy.

Neither one of us talked. We sat down and ate.

Troy cut up the bacon and eggs and mixed it all together. With the runny yolk and it stirred together it looked sickening.

I broke the yolk and dipped my toast into it. I alternated between toast dipped in egg yolk and the bacon. After getting all the yolk I could from the egg, I cut bite size pieces of the egg. I was really surprised how good the egg tasted after being fried in bacon grease. It wasn't greasy tasting like I thought it would be but had the bacon flavor to it.

I looked at Troy and smiled. He was wiping his plate with his toast to get all the messy yolk from the plate. He had no idea I was watching him. I felt a warm glow go through my body. At that moment I knew I was in love with Troy and I was gay.

When Troy finished I was still eating. He got up, came around the table, picked me up, sat down with me on his lap. With his arms around me and his head on the back of my head, I finished eating.

We sat like that, not saying anything, for a while after I finished. I think we were both in thought, enjoying the feeling of being together.

Troy held me a little tighter as he said, "I'm sorry."

"You.." was as far as I got because he put his hand over my mouth to stop me.

"Just listen, please." The please came out pleadingly. "There are so many things I am sorry for and I need to tell you. Please, it will help me to say it."

He still had his hand over my mouth so I just shook my head yes.

"I love you." he started, "I am not sorry for that. I didn't realize it was love until that first night you came to my room to help me study. What I realize now is that I have loved you for a long time. It is not an excuse for how I acted but that is why I picked on you so much. Something inside me was driven to be close to you, to touch you, even to smell you. Remember when I use to give you noogies in the hallway at elementary school ?"

I nodded my head yes. I hated when he did that, it embarrassed me and the other kids would laugh.

"I did it so I could put my face in your hair to smell it. I didn't realize that until that first night in my room. That night I hugged you and the smell of your hair went straight to my dick. I used to pinch your butt in the hallway just so I could touch it."

I pulled his hand away from my mouth. "The worst part of that wasn't the pinch but I yelled and everyone would look at me."

Both of his arms wrapped around me and he put his nose in my hair.

"Making you drop your books was only so I could touch your arm. You would get so mad and the look on your face, I couldn't help but laugh."

I turned and gave him my mad look. He laughed. But then he hugged me tighter.

"I've known I was gay since I was your age. I told my dad last night. Well really I guess it was early this morning."

"I know I am too," I whispered because it was the first time I said it out loud, "but I am afraid."

"Dad was just like Sherrie. He said I had to be careful because it would be harder for you than it would be for me and that you might not be gay."

"I'm pretty sure I am but I don't want anyone to know."

"I just don't know how I can keep it a secret. I love you so much I want everyone to know."

Panicked, I spun my head around to look at him. He had tears running all the way down his face to his chin. Unknown to me he had been crying for some time. I tried to turn sideways on his lap but he held me tightly so I could not.

"Troy you can't!" Although I didn't yell I said it forcefully.

The edge of his lips turned slightly up into a smile. "I love your mad look. I love everything you do."

"I'm not mad. I'm scared." I said more forcefully. "I could not endure the torture I would get."

"I'd beat the shit out of them."

"You can't let that happen. " I said, "It would not help and you would just get in trouble. Promise me you will not get in a fight.'

"I'll try." He said.

"Not try! DO!" I was exasperated. "Look, violence does not fix anything. It makes things worse."

He kissed my neck.

"I MEAN IT!"

He laughed but then said, "Okay."

He kissed my neck on the other side. Rubbing his nose in my hair, he sighed.

Even though I had on jeans I could feel him getting hard against my butt. Since he had on silk shorts I could feel it grow. I shifted my butt. He moaned.

Holding me a little tighter, he kissed the back of my neck and rubbed his nose some more in my hair. I started moving my butt around and slid back and forth.

It was only a few minutes and he held me tightly, moaned and shuddered. He was panting.

When he relaxed his grip on me I pulled his arms away and stood up. A wet spot formed on the front of his shorts.

I laughed hysterically. "Jeez," I said, "You didn't last very long."

"Hey," he said, "It's your fault. You got me all hard and worked up twice and then nothing. What do you expect from a horny teenager?"

I wiggled my butt at him and took off running upstairs to my room. I slammed the door and locked it.

He must not have chased me. I did not hear him running and I am sure he would have caught me if he had. I listened at the door and heard nothing. I put my ear against it, still nothing.

"Gotcha" he said as he grabbed my waist and lifted me over his shoulder.

"EEEEEEEEEEKKK!" I yelled like a girl. I forgot all about Robby's room. He had walked quietly through and I had no idea he was there until he grabbed me. I was half yelling and half laughing.

Troy carried me over to my bed and dropped me, falling on top of me when he did. Using his tongue he slobbered all over my face, licking everywhere that did not have hair. Yuck, I thought it was so gross. I was laughing so hard. I never wanted him to stop.

I tried to push him off of me but between his strength and my laughing it was wasted effort. He grabbed my hands and held them to the bed aside of my head. My legs spread out and his crotch dropped down against mine. He was hard again or maybe it was still. Grinding it against my dick made me hard. He was pumping harder and harder as he continued licking my face and neck.

We heard the garage door going up but we were both at a point we couldn't stop. Or I should say he couldn't stop because I was just lying there enjoying what he was doing to me. He stopped licking me and kissed me forcing his tongue into my mouth. I took it greedily and sucked on it.

Troy's head went back, he let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my neck, he pumped harder and harder into my crotch. My dick felt his dick pulsing and mine followed suit. It was a very intense climax. I was shuddering, he was shuddering.

He dropped his weight fully onto me. I wrapped my arms as far around his chest as I could reach. His forehead rested against mine. We were looking into each other's eyes.

"Hey, I want to try that." Robby said.

"Shut up and go to your room." For once it was Troy and not me saying that.

It was probably 10 minutes before we recovered. Troy rolled over and I took my position with my head on his shoulder. We cuddled for another 10 minutes before we decided to get up.

We got up, stripped, leaving our cum soaked clothes on the floor, and went to shower.

Robby's door was open and when we looked in his pants and underwear were at his knees. He was lying on his bed flailing away.

I went back to my room, got my tube of KY, returned and said, "Here use this so you don't get sore."

Troy was laughing. I went back to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Wait," Robby yelled, "What's this? How do I use it? What's it for?"

I watched as Troy squirted some into his hand and then proceeded to rub it on Robby's dick.

"Oh God." Robby sighed, rolled his eyes up and squirmed under Troy's manipulation. In less than 2 minutes his body was vibrating. He grabbed Troy's hand in both of his. His body pumped up and down as he pleasured himself into Troy's hand. Suddenly he began convulsing, then his body went ridged, his head went back and his butt was 6 inches off the bed as he tried to push himself farther into Troy's hand.

Just as suddenly he threw Troy's hand away and fell limp, gasping to try to recover his breath.

I said, "I never had climaxes like that."

"Did you do it before you could shoot?" Troy asked.

"No."

"I did." He said, "And they were pretty intense."

We both stepped into the shower. We didn't fool around, we just washed ourselves and got out. Both of us dressed. I picked up our cummy clothes and put them in the hamper.

Going into the kitchen, Troy said to my mom, "We're going to the hospital?"

Mom replied, "I'll text Rodger when dinner will be ready. Your dad might get to come home on Monday if they can get help for him."

"What kind of help?" I asked.

"You know, bathing, fixing food, just general caring. He is getting stir crazy sitting in a hospital bed." She replied.

On the ride to the hospital I said, "We could do that."

"Do what?" Troy asked.

"We could take care of him." I said, "Well except when we are at school. Maybe my mom could go fix him lunch."

Troy just looked at me and shook his head.

"What?" I asked.

His eyes were back on the road. He smiled and then said, "You want to fix everything for everybody."

"Sooooo." I couldn't think of anything else to say.

He laughed, I smiled. It was true. I wanted to make everything better for everybody. That is why I would stay so late in the cafeteria helping kids understand their school work. Or really any other problems they might have.

As we were scrubbing up to go see his mom the night nurse came in and said, "Nothing new. She was quiet all night."

Going in to see her, Troy went to one side and I went to the other. We each held her hand on the side we were on. Troy went through his normal talking to her. She did not respond in any way that I could see. It was like she was in a deeper sleep. It worried me but I didn't say anything to Troy about it.

We went down to John's room. He had a newspaper across his rolling tray and was trying to turn the page but it was not cooperating.

"Damn newspaper." He said.

Troy laughed. I went to help John turn the page.

"I hear you can come home Monday?" I said.

"Only if I can get someone to help me at home." He said.

"I can help you. And Troy can also."

"Already working on your training for med school?" Doctor Patterson said as he walked in, "That would be good practice for you to care for someone incapacitated. It would look fantastic on your Baylor application. Of course you are a shoe in with my backing."

"Better not use that." John said, "Or they will never let you in."

Doctor Patterson just smiled at John.

My cell phone beeped to let me know I had an incoming call. I pulled it out of my pocket to see who it was. It was my sister who is away at college. I decided to leave the room to answer it.

"Hey sis," I answered, "What's up?" That was how the two of us always answered each other

"WHO WAS THAT WOMAN," she yelled, "And what did you do with my mother?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked. She had me totally confused.

"Mom called but it sure wasn't her."

"Who was it?"

"Mom!" she sounded exasperated. "She was talking about you being in love. With a boy. And she was happy about it. Mom! Homophobic mom! The one that says homosexuals are all going to hell. What the hell did you do to her?"

"I----I----I" I didn't know what to say.

"Who is he? Do I know him? Have you done it yet? What's it like? No, forget that. Do you love him?"

I sighed. "Where do I start?"

"From the beginning." She said, "Who is it?"

"Troy."

"Who's Troy?"

"You know John and Mary," I said, "The couple who mom and dad take turns doing dinner on Tuesday?"

"Kind of," she said, "That started after I left for college."

"Well we were over there back in September having dinner. He usually didn't sit with us but this night he did. His dad said something about him not getting into a division one school and mom said I could tutor him."

"MOM started it?"

"I hated him." I went on, "I mean I really hated him. He would slap my books out of my hand walking down the hall. He would pinch my butt and when I yelled everyone would look at me. I really, really, hated him."

"I hear past tense in that."

"Well he is different now. I was scared to death when after dinner we went to his room to study. I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter."

She laughed.

"Then I don't know what happened. He changed. I helped him with his homework. I don't mean I did it for him but I showed him what to do. He caught on right away it was just he didn't understand what he was supposed to do. We worked on homework for almost 3 hours."

"Then you did it?"

"NO!"

"Sorry."

"The next day was even weirder. In the morning before school everyone that comes early has to sit in the cafeteria until first bell."

"I was never early." She said.

"He brought his jock buddies, who I hated also, over to sit at my table. I usually sit by myself and I was uncomfortable with that. But he told them about how I helped him understand the homework. A couple of his buddies needed help and again I asked them a couple of questions and they understood. By lunch time there were others asking for help. In fact I hardly got to eat. Somehow in one day I went from the very bottom of the social list to being popular."

"You weren't at the bottom but pretty low."

"I was the bottom." I knew it but it didn't bother me. "In study hall everyone comes to me instead of the teacher and after school I am in the cafeteria helping kids until Troy finishes football practice. He either gives me a ride home or we go to his house to do homework. Well we use to."

"Now you fuck?"

"RACHEL!"

"Sorry."

"No, his mom and dad were in a bad accident. His mom is in a coma and his dad is in a body cast."

"OH NO, what happened."

"A drunk ran a red light. Now Troy is living with us until his dad gets out of the hospital."

"He's in the spare room, isn't that convenient."

"He's in my room."

"You're shitting me. Mom lets you do it there in the house."

"Mom doesn't know."

"I bet she does. So when did you start doing it?"

"About a week after I started helping him."

"Tell me and don't leave out any details."

"I can't right now. I am at the hospital with Troy to see his dad."

"I'm coming home for Thanksgiving and you and I are going for a long walk alone. You tell him he better treat you right or I'll beat the crap out of him."

"He's pretty big."

"How big is it?"

"RACHEL!"

A nurse walking down the hall asked, "Are you alright honey? You looked flushed."

I am sure I became redder. "I'm just talking to my sister."

The nurse continued down the hall. My sister mocked, "Are you alright honey?"

"Good bye," I said, "I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Wait, wait," she said, "Is he there with you? I want to talk to him."

"No way, no how," I said, "We are moving to his house when you come home. I don't want you anywhere near him."

"You afraid I might steal him?"

I laughed, "No he's gay and he says he has known it since he was my age. Listen, I have to go."

"Okay but call me when you get home. I want to know everything."

"Bye sis."

"Bye bro."

When I got back to John's room an orderly was there to show me what I would need to do to take care of him at home. He was showing me how to cover the cast with plastic before I gave him a bath and Troy was sitting in the lounge chair laughing like crazy. I didn't see anything funny about it.

We washed and rinsed his left arm. Since John's cast covered his upper body and right arm down to his wrist we had to roll him over onto his left side to do his butt. We rolled him back to do the front. I could tell he was uncomfortable when I was doing his dick and balls but he didn't say anything.

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