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THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 3
I felt like I was going to regurgitate the whole way home. I kept waiting for the attack to come from my parents. My mother was very religious and was constantly telling me I would go to hell if I touched myself for pleasure. My dad was sort of religious too but more so to go along with my mother. He didn't say the things she did but more or less agreed with her.
Like always I went straight to my room to get ready for bed. I put on underwear and flannel lounging pants. That is what I normally sleep in. I went in my bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.
When I finished I turned out my light and got in bed. I was laying there wishing I could snuggle up to Troy.
I decided to check my butt hole. I slid my hand down the back of my pajamas using my middle finger to touch my hole. It was still a little tender but nothing like it was earlier. What it did was make me hard.
There was a soft knock on my door and it immediately opened. That was my house. There was no privacy. My parents just walked in. Well at least dad knocked first, that was new.
My hand jerked out of my pajamas and my dick went soft. I think my dick went soft because all my blood went to my face. If you ever saw a guilty look, I had it.
My dad turned on the light, closed the door and came over to sit on my bed.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes." I replied and my face got even hotter if that was possible.
He put his hand on my shoulder then started talking. "Don't believe the bullshit your mother says. All boys do it."
First I couldn't believe my dad said bullshit. Second it dawned on me what he meant by "it". I couldn't swallow. I couldn't breathe.
He went on, "There are two kinds of boys; those that masturbate and those that lie about it."
He kind of chuckled to himself. All I could do was think about dying from not being able to breathe.
"I want you to know 62% of boys first sexual experience is with another boy. Too bad you don't have a brother because that goes up to 80% with siblings. Troy's dad told me what he heard when he came home tonight. I know you and I don't want you to get hurt. With Troy it might be just a sexual release and I don't want you to think it is love."
`LOVE" I thought. I didn't think it was love. But I did think it was the best feeling I ever had.
"If you want to talk about it I am here for you anytime." he said, "Or anything else for that matter. I want you to know I won't judge you and anything I don't know the answer to I will find out for you."
"Dad, I had sex ed in school." I said, "And you can find anything on the internet."
"I know but not everything on the internet is correct. Be careful what you read."
"Did you?" I asked, "You know when you were a boy?"
He chuckled, "Back then we didn't have sex education in school. Everything I learned was from my brother."
"YOU AND UNCLE BOB?"
"We slept in the same bed. We cuddled and pushed our penises together from when I was 5 and he was 7. It was only natural that we progressed to other things."
I gulped wondering what other things. There was no way I could ask but I sure wanted to know. I wondered if he knew what all Troy and I did.
"We both went on to get married and have children."
I had rolled onto my stomach to hide the hard on I was getting. He rubbed my back for a few minutes, neither one of us saying anything.
"Again, don't be afraid to ask me anything you want." He patted my butt as he stood up. He walked to the door but before opening it he said, "Have fun and don't forget to have Kleenex handy."
With that he opened the door and walked out.
Questions? I had a million of them. But most of them were not for him. They were for me.
First and foremost was if I was gay. Second and dominating my thoughts was did I love Troy. And did Troy love me. If Troy loves me and I'm not gay what will happen. If I am gay and Troy does not love me what will happen. Do I love Troy or was it the sex.
Before I could answer myself I was moving to another question. Shit, shit, shit it's hard to be 14 and going thru puberty. How does anyone survive this?
The next thing I knew my alarm was going off and I had to get up for school. I don't think I slept any during the night.
Somehow I got up, dressed and made it to school. The day started normal except I was a little sluggish.
I was walking from first period to second when Sherrie grabbed my arm and pulled me into a corner.
Sherrie is like one of the guys. She hangs with the jocks. In fact she is in every sport they will let her play. She even sits with the jocks at lunch so I know her a little but not really what I would call a friend.
"Who was it?" she asked.
"What?" I replied.
"Who did you do it with?"
"Do what with?' I asked because I really had no idea what she was talking about.
"Have sex." She said, "Don't tell me you didn't because I can see the glow you have."
It felt like my head was going to pop off I blushed so hard.
"I knew it." She said, "I knew it."
I blushed even harder if that was possible. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh don't give me that bullshit. I can tell you did it. Never mind who, was it good?"
I couldn't help it; a smile came over me and a warm feeling remembering how IT was.
"I thought so." She said. "Don't worry I won't tell. And I bet I figure it out before the end of the day."
The warning bell rang so we both took off for our classroom. In our school we have 45 minute periods and 5 minutes between periods. Two minutes before the period begins we get a warning bell so you shouldn't be late for class.
Of course second period was English and Troy was there. As soon as I saw him my heart started pounding and a warm glow engulfed me. His smile was big and there was no way I could not return it.
Oh God,' I thought, does that mean I love him? Does that mean I'm gay?'
At lunch time I sat at my usual table. Sherrie was one of the first jocks to come in. She sat across from me but didn't say anything. As the others came in they sat in their usual spots and as usual Troy sat next to me. But this time he sat very close. Actually he was touching me. His whole right side was against my left side. I felt warm and content.
I looked up and Sherrie was smiling, shaking her head yes.
All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. I jumped up, knocking my chair over, and ran to the boys room. I locked myself in a stall.
It wasn't a minute later and Troy was there at the door asking if I was okay. I couldn't answer. I still couldn't breathe.
"Let me in." he said.
I still didn't move. I gulped in some air and started bawling. I was so loud I am sure they could hear it in the cafeteria.
Troy banged on the door. He yelled, "Rodger let me in or I'll break the damn door down."
I don't know how but I managed to reach out and unlock the door. He burst in and grabbed me in a hug. The hug was so tight it was a wonder I could breathe. Neither one of us said anything. I put my arms around him and just held on.
The next thing I knew Sherrie was standing there. Right there in the boys bathroom. But then again I think she thought of herself as one of the boys.
"I'm so sorry." she said, "I didn't mean to upset you. I am just so happy for you."
I cried harder. The problem was I had all those questions that I had last night going thru my head. To say I was confused would be a gross understatement.
I didn't want to be gay. I didn't know if Troy loved me the way I love him. Yes, it's true, three weeks ago I hated his guts and today I love everything about him. I love his smile, how smart he is, and his looks. Oh his looks, he is so masculine, he has such beautiful eyes, and his dick. It is so perfect. I even love his smell, both the clean one and the sweaty one. I love him so much it hurts.
Right now it was the clean smell and it was making me hard. I held him tighter and cried harder.
"Get out of here." Sherrie yelled at Troy. "I need to talk to Rodger."
Come on now. She was in a boy's restroom telling a boy to get out.
Troy relaxed his grip on me, leaned back and looked down at me. It was as if he was asking my permission.
I nodded yes and he stepped back. I also stopped crying.
As he walked to the door Sherrie again apologized for upsetting me.
She then asked, "Are you okay?"
Although I had quit crying I was still sniffling. I pulled off a piece of toilet paper and blew my nose. Then I shook my head yes.
"Can you tell me the problem without becoming a basket case?"
I shook my head no.
"You love him." She stated it rather than ask a question.
I shook my head yes and started crying again but not very loud.
"Does he know?"
I shook my head no and cried harder.
"STOP IT!" she yelled, "Stop it this instant. We can't fix this if you keep that up."
I don't know why but I did as she said. I took more toilet paper off and blew my nose again.
She pulled me over to a sink and said, "Rinse your face with cold water. It will make the red go away."
I did as she said. It did make me feel better.
The bell rang to end lunch so we had 5 minutes until the next period began.
"I think you should go home." She said.
"I can't." I said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because I have never missed school."
"NEVER?"
"No."
"Well today is a good day to start."
I didn't say anything I just shook my head no.
We left the restroom to go to our next class. Troy was standing right outside the door. I guess making sure no one came in while Sherrie was in there.
Sherrie was the first out the door and she said to Troy, "Don't say anything. Don't look at him. Just go to class and everything will be alright. We will talk after school. Got it?"
I was looking at Troy. He shook his head yes and started toward our next class. Yes, we had World History and was in the same class after lunch.
When we got to the classroom Troy was sitting in his usual seat. I sat in the next row over but behind where he was. Neither one of us said anything during class. Almost the whole period he didn't look at me. I was starting to get worried. Then he turned to glance back. I smiled. He grinned.
As we were walking out I said, "I was worried when you didn't look at me."
"I was told not to say anything," he said, "and not to look at you. I couldn't go any longer without checking on you so I looked."
The rest of the day was a blur. After my last period study hall I went to the cafeteria to see if anyone needed help. The only person there was Sherrie. I guess everyone saw my lunch stunt and figured I wouldn't be there.
As soon as I saw Sherrie my head dropped and I felt myself welling up.
"Don't you dare start." She said.
I stopped.
"You have no reason to. Before you go feeling sorry for yourself you better check with Troy to see if it is even necessary. From what I see you don't have a problem. Why do you think he was standing outside the restroom door?"
I never thought of that.
"Everybody has to know." I said as a statement not a question.
"I don't think so." She replied. "You and I are the only ones who knew what was going on. Even Troy has no idea what it is about."
"I don't want to be homosexual."
"It's not like you have a choice." She said, "Besides you might not be. You're what 14. It may just be that you are experimenting."
Football practice must have been over. Troy walked into the cafeteria still in his practice uniform.
Sherrie stood up and pointed to the door. "Go change and we'll go to your house to talk."
He stood there for a minute and then turned around and went back out the door.
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