The Jock and the Tutor

THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 15

It was early, really early, when I woke up. Even for me it was early. I didn't look at the clock. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. It was not going to happen. I rolled back over and looked at the clock. It was 3:45. I tried to go back to sleep again. At 4:15 I gave up and got up.

I stumbled into the in-suite bathroom, pissed for at least 5 minutes. That must have been why I woke up. As I squeezed and shook the last drops out I started to get hard. My thoughts went to Troy. He was just down the hall, probably sleeping naked like he normally does.

By now I was fully hard. Two fingers and a thumb (my preferred method) took over. Pleasure swept my body. It was good but wasn't enough.

My other head took over my body. Still jacking I walked out and down the hall. Quietly opening the door I stepped in. There he was, laying on his back, sheet half covering him. The problem was it covered the important part.

That was okay though. His upper body was bare, from the stomach up, one leg was out and on top of the sheet. It didn't look like he was hard; at least there was no tent.

I crept over to the bed and stood aside of it. I was thinking of moving the sheet when it hit. Between my fingers stroking and the scent rising from Troy I was over the top. I grunted and shot. It landed on his sheet. Three more strokes and I shot again. This one landed on his chest. He stirred. He rolled over away from me pulling the sheet with him. His hairy butt came into view. I shot again, it hitting his butt. He started to roll back towards me.

I ran out, leaving the door open, back to my room, jumped in the bed pulling the covers up and over my head.

My heart was going a hundred beats a second. I can't believe I did that.

I didn't think I went back to sleep but the next thing I knew the alarm was going off so I must have. It was 6:00 AM. My mind immediately went to 4:14 and seconds later my dick agreed with my mind.

I got up and went into the shower. I soaped my pubic area really good. Sliding my hand up and down to clean my dick (really that was why) I thought about Troy's hairy butt. My juices started boiling seconds later. Another 30 seconds and I was blowing my load all over the shower wall.

I can't say it was mind blowing but it was very satisfying. I slowed my stroking then just milked the last of my sperm out of my dick and into the shower watching it swirl into the drain.

"Ahh!" It came out as half sigh and half contentment. Are all 14 year olds as horny as I am? And to think a couple of months ago sex was not on my mind. Maybe it has something to do with learning something new and practicing too much.

I finished, dried myself and got dressed. I went to Troy's room and turned on the light. He said something I couldn't understand but I left for the kitchen to get breakfast ready.

The rest of the week was a blur. Here it was Friday already. Nothing more was said about marriage. It was in the back of my mind but we were so busy taking care of John, going to the hospital and going to school I couldn't really dwell on it.

Mary was more coherent but still was not talking. She was still allowed liquids but could not eat. Her brain was not telling her mouth to chew.

John wanted to go to Troy's game but I didn't think it was a good idea. When we were at the hospital in the morning I asked what Keith thought.

"If your dad stays with him and he is in a wheel chair I think it would be okay." He replied. "I want you down on the field with me."

On the way to school I called dad. "Would you take John to the game tonight?"

"Yes," he said, "What would I need to do?"

"I'll go get him ready and help you get him to the car." I said, "You will have to wheel him in the wheelchair and help him back into the house. I have to stay after the game to help Keith."

"Keith huh." Dad said like it was a bitter word. "I don't know if I trust him with you."

"Daaadddd!"

He laughed and so did I. I knew what he meant.

The excitement level at school was high. We were in first place in the district and this was the last of the regular season. Next week was Thanksgiving and the playoffs started on Friday.

Last period Troy and I left for the hospital. I didn't do rounds so I could go get John ready and wait for my dad. I let Keith know I would see him at the game. Troy dropped me off at his house and then went to get ready for the game.

While giving John his sponge bath he got hard before I even got to his crotch. I lathered up the washcloth and worked on his cock and balls. This time I worked the cloth up and down his hard dick with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. He grabbed my arm with his left hand. Rotating his hips he pumped up and down.

"Ggrrrr!"

I felt his dick get bigger and harder. It flexed in my grip. He held my arm tighter and continued to pump into the cloth.

When he finished he grunted, "Thanks, I needed that."

I rinsed the cloth and finished his bath. After pulling his underwear on and positioning his dick, I kissed it through the underwear.

I should not have done that. He was clearly uncomfortable about it. I don't know if it was jacking him off or the kiss on the underwear. I don't even know why I did that. It seems like I have turned into a sex monster overnight.

He rolled over letting his legs drop to the floor then pushing with his good arm stood without help. I held the slacks he wanted to wear as he stepped first one leg then the other in. I saw his stomach blush as I buttoned then zipped his pants. We got his left arm into a shirt then I put it over his right shoulder and buttoned it up.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"That's okay," he replied, "I needed it."

We both got over it.

We were downstairs sitting in the living room when my dad got there. Robby was with him. He was in his 4 door pickup. They called it a 6 passenger but with the console between the front seats it would only hold 5. I walked with John to keep him steady and dad rolled the wheelchair out. Robby opened the front passenger door and as I helped John get in my dad put the wheelchair in the back.

We got to school and the parking lot was already full. The school assigned police officer stopped the truck, saw the wheelchair and looked in to see who we were. Since dad normally did not go to the football games he didn't recognize the truck but when he saw John he knew him.

Dad rolled down the window to see what the officer wanted.

"Oh John," he said, "Glad to see you're healed enough to make the game. You can park in a handicap spot up front."

My dad said, "I don't have a handicap card."

"That's okay, I know you have an invalid with you." He said smiling at John. "I'm the one patrolling the lot."

"Thanks Henry." John said.

Of course I had to argue with John to use the wheelchair. I told him, "If you don't get in it we will take you back home."

"I don't need the damn thing." He said as he got into it.

Dad and Robby pushed him towards the gate as I went around to the Athletic building. As I walked into the office the lady handed me my pass. Keith must have already set it up.

Keith was nowhere around. I thought he must have already been out on the field. Going out to the field he was not there either. I saw my freshman friend walking along the railing going to the student section.

"Hey." I yelled.

He stopped and looked down.

"Doctor Patterson isn't here yet so I better stay down here."

"You're an asshole." He laughed. "Can you get me down there?"

"I wish I could." I said, meaning it because I could use his help.

We didn't do much in the first quarter. With only seconds left in the first quarter our quarterback didn't get up after the play. One of the lineman started signaling for help. Right after that the referee blew the whistle to stop the clock and also started waving his arm.

I looked around, no Keith, no paramedics, the coach yelled at me and started running towards them.

Shit!' I thought, I don't know what to do.' I ran out also. I could feel my stomach trying to crawl into my throat.

He was gasping for breath. He had the wind knocked out of him.

"Are you hurt? Do you have pain anywhere?" I asked.

He shook his head no and gasped out, "Can't breathe."

I felt his neck and shoulders to see if he jumped from pain. Nothing so I took his helmet off. I stood over him with a foot on either side of his hips. I thought I saw this somewhere so I reached into his jersey pants and lifted up.

"Okay," I said quietly trying to keep him calm (I was trying to keep myself calm too), "Breath in until I tell you to stop."

He took a breath and didn't stop. It looked like it took all the effort he could manage.

Again almost in a whisper, "Now slowly let it out."

He did.

"Breathe in as deep as you can."

"Now let it out."

He was looking directly at my eyes.

I kept doing that over and over. It was probably five minutes before he was breathing normal. Even after he could breathe better he waited for me to tell him to breathe in and let it out.

The coach called the backup quarterback and walked towards the sideline to talk to him.

He started to get up but I pushed him back down.

"Let's give it a minute or two so you don't faint when you stand up."

"No wonder Troy loves you." He said.

All my blood rushed to my head. I looked around and nobody was close to us. It is a wonder I didn't pass out. His smile went from ear to ear.

I had him sit up. The noise in the stadium went from dead quiet to about 60 decibels. A minute later when he stood up it went to 120. You wouldn't be able to hear a jet fly overhead.

By the time the backup ran one play and the time between quarters Steve was ready to go back in.

I think that woke up our team. In the second quarter we scored 3 touchdowns (Troy 2 of them) and they couldn't get a first down. At halftime the score was 28 – 7. I followed the team into the locker room for halftime.

"Where the hell were you?' I yelled as soon as I saw Keith.

Keith looked shocked. He even took a step backward. Then he smiled and said, "Hello to you too. It's nice to see you."

Of course I turned red from embarrassment.

"I had an emergency at the hospital but from what I hear you did just fine without me."

In a much softer tone, "Where are the paramedics?"

"Same emergency."

Keith went to check on Steve. I went to the training room to see if anyone needed anything.

The coach came out of his office and yelled, "Alright gather up."

The guys all stood up and made a circle around the coach. They were 3 and 4 deep in the circle. I stood in the doorway to the training room. I had never been in the locker room at halftime.

The thing that occupied my mind was the smell. Just like after the game, there were 92 guys and 92 smells. It went to my dick. One minute I was soft and the next it was trapped at a bad angle. It was starting to hurt from being trapped down when it needed to be up.

I reached down to fix it and the coach yelled, "Where's that skinny little nerd, the one that got Steve back in so quick?"

Everyone turned to look at me and my hand was stuck down inside my jeans fixing my problem.

I'm going to die,' I thought, right here, right now. It became worse when I couldn't get my hand out. Red, no I wasn't red, I was purple.

Then the laughter came. It was more of a roar.

"Quit playing with yourself" coach yelled, "and get over here."

It was then I spotted Troy. He had this pitiful, sorry look. He walked over and hugged me, in front of everyone. I wanted to cry.

The guy that had the groin injury last week came up and put his hand on my shoulder saying, "Don't worry, it happens to everyone."

"Are you two finished playing huggy bear?" the coach said, "I'd like to say something before we have to be back out on the field."

Troy pushed me over to the coach. He put his arm over my shoulder saying, "This guy saved the game for us. We played the first quarter like shit. Whatever he did to Steve, and I don't want to know."

Everyone hooted and hollered.

"Whatever it was put Steve back in his game and every one of you followed." He continued. "Now let's go play the second half like we did the second quarter."

The coach grabbed my hand and put it in towards the guys and yelled, "HUDDLE UP!"

All the guys got in close and put their hand on top of mine. Those that couldn't get close enough just put their hand towards the center.

"Take us out son." Coach said to me.

I had no idea what he was talking about. Thankfully Troy was standing next to me. His smell, oh man, his smell.

"Count up to three yelling and fast." Troy said.

"ONE, TWO, THREE!" I yelled.

Everybody yelled, "GO MARUADERS!", throwing their hands into the air.

After they all jostled their way out of locker room I walked out and started down the sideline towards the bench.

"HEY DOC!" coach yelled.

I turned to see what he wanted Doctor Patterson for.

He pointed at me and yelled, "YOU GET OVER HERE!"

I walked over to him and he said, "Why don't you lead us out onto the field."

The band was coming off the field and the cheerleaders were setting up a banner that said, Plow the farmers. The Farmers are our district rivals.

The band drum line did a drum roll and then the band started playing our fight song. I ran towards the banner but was not strong enough to break through it. Luckily all the players were right behind me, tore through and we ran to the bench.

Of course I was the last one to the bench. I huffed and puffed as I walked down to the first aid table.

The first string only played until we scored our first touchdown. Coach put in the second team. Defense held them and the offense scored a touchdown. Third quarter coach had the third team in. The final score was 62-7.

After the game the locker room was so loud it hurt my ears. I went into the training room and closed the door. After the yelling calmed down guys started coming in to see Keith. Again we worked as a team. I now knew what was going on and what Keith would need. Some of the bruises I put ice on and Keith checked on them.

One guy had a bad gash on his calf. I cleaned it out but left it for Keith to look at. Keith showed me how to close it up and by putting an X-bandage to hold it closed. He said it wasn't bad enough to require stitches. Boy was the player glad to hear that.

Troy came in just as we were finishing up. "Doc I have a heart problem."

Keith got out his stethoscope walking towards Troy.

"Not that kind doctor." He said, "I'm broken hearted. My love won't let me come close."

All night when Troy came over to the first aid table I would walk around to the other side. I didn't trust myself to be close to him and the last thing I wanted to do was get Troy in trouble in front of 23,000 people. (Yes here in Texas we draw 18-20 thousand to a high school football game. Cross town rivals take it up to 23,000.)

"I can't help you with that kind of heart trouble." Keith said as he packed up to leave.

I ran out the door to see if I could find my dad for a ride home. They were standing by my dad's truck. There were 30 to 40 people wanting to talk to John. John looked tired.

I walked over and said, "That's enough, John needs his rest."

Everybody wished him a quick recovery and that Mary was in their prayers as they walked away. My dad just shook his head.

"You sure have changed." Dad said to me.

We loaded John and the wheel chair into the truck and dad drove us to John's house. Troy was waiting for us when we got there. He did not look happy.

That's too bad,' I thought, I'm not happy either.'

I got out and helped John get out. Dad got the wheelchair. Robby walked towards Troy talking about the game.

"What the hell is going on?" Troy yelled.

Robby stopped mid-step. Dad stopped with the wheelchair. John stopped but I pushed him forward so he would keep walking.

As John and I walked past Troy grabbed my arm.

"OUCH!" I yelled, "You're hurting me."

John grabbed Troy's wrist with his left hand. Troy let go of me, yanked his wrist away from his father and stormed into the house. My dad and brother froze in place.

"You're coming home with me." Dad said.

"But I'm needed here." I said.

"We can survive the night without you." John said.

Robby waited in the car. Dad followed us to John's room but waited in the hall while I got John ready for bed. I did not see Troy before I left.

After brushing my teeth, I got undressed then crawled into my own bed. Do you know how good that feels after not being in your own bed for a while? I was thinking about how I never slept naked before and how much I like it now when my cell rang.

I didn't have to look at it to know who was calling. At first I was not going to answer it but then I thought maybe his dad was having a problem. The next thought was how much I missed Troy.

I grabbed it and answered, "Hello."

"I'm so sorry I hurt you." He said, "I let my anger take over. I just don't understand why you would not let me get close to you. I'm sorry."

I said nothing. My thoughts went from not showing affection in front of people but I knew I was lying to myself to I was being a bitch because he didn't ask me to marry him.

"Please!" he said drawing it out into a sentence.

I still said nothing.

"I can't stand not being near you, touching you, smelling your scent."

"That is why I don't want you close to me." I said. "If we are close I want to touch you, to smell you and we cannot afford to do that. I don't want to be the cause of you going to jail."

"GRrrrrrr!" He actually growled. I laughed. He didn't think it was funny.

"Listen," I said, "We really have to be careful. If I would have let you close to me at the game what would you have done."

"Kissed you."

"See that is what I mean. You have no control and that will get us in trouble."

"Do you want to have phone sex?" he asked.

My dick went from half hard to steel hard.

"OOooohhh!" I moaned. My hand went straight to my dick.

"I take that as a yes." He said. "Here is what I would do if you were in my bed right now."

I'm going to shoot before we even get started.

"I would give you a deep tongue kiss. Then I would kiss your neck and behind your ear. You always like that."

Oh shit did I.

"Next I would kiss my way down your chest, licking and sucking your tits. Stick my tongue in your belly button then suck your balls."

I grabbed my balls pretending it was Troy's mouth. I was having trouble holding the phone because my hand was shaking. Actually my whole body was shaking.

"I would move between your legs and lift them so I could lick your taint, my tongue going down to rim that beautiful pucker."

I put my phone on speaker. My legs flew up and my fingers played with my hole. I was gasping.

"Do you feel my tongue wiggling and trying to get in?"

"Yesssssssss!" I gasped.

"Let my tongue in." he panted. He must have been jacking off as he talked.

I pushed my finger tip in. I whinnied like a colt.

"Oh baby." He panted. "I want to fuck you so bad."

"YES," I moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME."

My finger was pumping in and out at a fast pace. My other hand was going just as fast up and down my dick. I went back to whinning.

"Oh baby," Troy said, "I'm there. Are you with me?"

Just as I was climaxing Robby came through the bathroom.

"YYYYEEEESSSS!"

"Wow," Robby said, "Cool."

Have I I told you I hate my brother?

We both listened as Troy went through his climax. Robby dropped his boxers and stroked at the speed of light. In less than a minute he was going through his own climax.

I can't believe how powerful his are. It takes over his whole body. He dropped to his knees and sat back on his heels. He was panting. It looked like he was going to pass out. His eyes opened and he looked at me. A smile slowly grew across his face to a full-fledged, beaming grin.

You can't hate a face like that.

"Was that Robby?' Troy asked.

"It's me." He replied.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I said, "I need sleep. Good night."

"Good night my love." Troy said.

"Turn out my light and go to bed." I told Robby."

"You guys are so much fun." Robby said as he turned out my light and went back to his bedroom. It was less than a minute and I was asleep.

The next morning I was up at my normal 6:00 AM. I got up, pissed and got in the shower. Standing there, letting the hot water run over me, I thought about what all I needed to do today. It was Saturday. I want to get John ready and take him to the hospital. I thought about last night. Of course you know what that did to my dick so I had to relieve that.

I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs. I was surprised when I got to the kitchen that my dad was sitting there drinking coffee. I was usually the one to make coffee. And he never gets up this early on the weekend.

I got my cereal and sat next to him to start eating.

"What are your plans for today?" he asked.

"I'm going over to get John ready and take him to the hospital." I answered.

"I don't think you should be going over there by yourself." He said.

"Why?"

"I don't want Troy hurting you."

"He won't," I said, "We talked last night. He's really sorry that he did. He was angry at me and after we talked we understood what each other was thinking."

"What if he gets angry again?"

"He has it under control now."

"Maybe now but in the future."

"I don't think he will."

"I'll take you when you are ready." He said, "I want to talk to John."

John was up and dressed when we got there. Troy was not in the kitchen with his dad.

"Why don't you go find Troy while I talk to John?" dad said.

I went upstairs. I knocked on Troy's door but there was no answer. I opened it a crack. I could hear his shower running. I felt my dick starting to get hard just from hearing the shower running.

I opened the door more and went in. I closed the door behind me. It was about six steps over to the bathroom door. Each step I could feel my dick rising and getting harder.

I peeked around the door and UUUhhh, I grabbed my dick. He was in the shower and through the mirror and glass shower door I could see him jacking off. His eyes were closed, his head was back, his hips pumping into his hand.

"AAAAGGGGHHHH" I couldn't help it. I was shooting into my underwear.

Just as he started shooting he jumped from my moan, spun around, slipped on the shower floor and fell. But that didn't stop his cumming. It kept spurting out.

I was petrified. He had to have hurt something. What if he strained his back? What if he broke a leg or arm? He wouldn't be able to play in the playoffs. Maybe forever! Shit what did I do?

He burst out laughing. I didn't see anything funny about it.

I stormed out of his room and down into the kitchen where my dad and John were. They both stopped talking and looked at me. I didn't pay any attention to them. I went over and poured a cup of coffee, got out a bowl and the cereal, placed it on the table where Troy normally sat. I was getting the milk from the refrigerator when Troy walked in.

John asked Troy, "What was that noise? It sounded like something fell."

Troy burst out laughing again and said, "Something did. It was me?"

"I guess you are okay then, nothing hurt or broken." My dad said.

Troy laughed even harder. I plopped the milk down on the table and went outside. I sat on the back patio. Why did he think that was funny?

My dad came out and sat next to me. He didn't say anything he just sat there.

Finally I said, "What?'

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No!" but in less than a minute I started. "Why is it so hard to be 14. He makes me so mad sometimes."

"When your emotional age catches up with your mental age you will understand. This is why I don't want you going off to college. The school work will be a breeze for you but I am afraid you will be hurt."

"Troy can take care of me."

"That remains to be seen. He didn't take care of you yesterday, he hurt you."

"It's not like that."

"When are you going to wake up and see that he is using you?" he was very serious. "I'm sorry we every let you tutor him. It is all about him. What has he given you?"

"Confidence." I said.

My dad looked at me for a minute then said, "You're right, he has. You have surprised me more than once in the last couple of weeks. But I still think he is using you."

"I need him so much."

"That is what I see as the problem, he doesn't need you. He uses you to get off."

It shocked me when he said that. I didn't see it that way. We both get off. He needs me also.

"You better take John to see his wife." Dad said, "Think about what I said. I don't want to see you hurt when he is through with you."

He got up and went back into the house. I followed him in. Troy was coming downstairs as we came into the kitchen.

Dad said goodbye to everyone and left. I helped John get into Troy's car then got in the backseat. Troy just looked at me and shook his head.

When we got to the hospital I ran in and came back with a wheelchair. Surprisingly John did not argue over getting in it. Troy parked as I wheeled John in. Troy was not there yet when the elevator came so we got in.

Mary was slightly elevated. Because of the head injury I didn't think that was allowed. As soon as she saw John she lit up with a smile.

I decided to go check her chart and let them be alone. Doctor Patterson had noted she was allowed no more than 10 degree elevation. Her recovery must be coming along.

My cell rang, it is my sister. "Hey sis, What's up?' I answered.

"Where are you?" she was almost yelling.

I replied, "At the hospital. We brought John to see Mary."

"Whose we?" she asked.

"Troy." I didn't get to say anything else before she interrupted.

"Let me talk to him." She demanded.

"I am not in the room with them right now." I said, "I was checking Mary's chart."

"Oh yeah," she said, "I heard you're almost a doctor now."

"I haven't even," I was going to say started medical school but was again interrupted.

"Get your ass home so I can give you a hug and set him straight on how he is to treat you."

"Wait you are at home?" I said, "I thought you weren't coming until Wednesday for Thanksgiving and that you had a class on Tuesday."

"Yeah, well, everyone was cutting it, even the professor." She said, "He's having a graduate student teach that day and we decided if the professor can cut it so can we."

"I won't be coming home." Here it comes I thought but she didn't interrupt. "I will be taking John home and staying to get them lunch. I have to take care of John until he gets a smaller cast."

"How big is the cast?" she asked.

"It goes from his waist to his neck and down his right arm below his elbow."

"That must suck. Robby said Troy beat up on you yesterday." Rachael said. "I'm going to kick his ass."

"Robby has a big mouth," I said, "and doesn't know when to keep it shut."

"WRONG!" she yelled, "You don't keep quiet about abuse."

"It wasn't abuse. He just got mad."

"That bro is abuse."

"It wasn't! He just grabbed my arm because I was avoiding him. He grabbed harder than he thought."

"I'm coming to the hospital."

"NO!" I was scared of what might happen. "We will be leaving in a few minutes. We can't stay very long because Mary needs her rest. She gets excited when we go into the room. And that's another thing; he is so upset over his mom."

"If you don't come home I coming looking for you."