Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2007 15:32:41 -0800 (PST) From: Dennis Banneker Subject: Hottest Kid in School - Chapter 3 _________________________________________________________________ Hottest Kid in School - Chapter 3 by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@yahoo.com February 8, 2007 _________________________________________________________________ Do not read the story below in whole or part unless it is perfectly legal and proper for you to read descriptions of gay sexual activity. All the usual and other disclaimers apply. Any resemblance between characters portrayed in this story and actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional. _________________________________________________________________ A MY OTHER STORIES - AND HOW TO FIND THEM: See end of file. _________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 3 I don't know how long we stayed that way, just breathing and holding each other. Every breath shifted his manhood inside me. I had stared, admired that part of him in wonder--but now, where it nestled, I felt its power, excitement, and comfort. Every time my brain tried to think, some touch or movement blocked all thoughts except one--I was with Hank, his warm flesh joining us--so alive, throbbing rhythmically. I had his life, his heart, beating inside me. And with his body against mine, chests gently mingling, his other heart embraced me in unseen ways. Something unknown but beautiful came out of him and flowed to me. All of this seemed too much to take in, and I wondered if I had imagined some of it. Even that thrilled me--and I could watch him, listen to him. His voice would tell me--would separate reality from fantasy. Hank's hand slid along my back, taking me out of my spell, reminding me of the constant loving touches--soft strokes of our hands that had not stopped since his incredible lovemaking. "Oh, Hank." There were no other words in me, and it seemed like a dream to be surrounded by him. "Peter--" "No, don't move. Stay there." "Okay," he said soothingly, the sudden eye contact arresting. "Hank, it feels so good." "I was just gonna say that." "This is incredible." "It's awesome, Peter. I didn't know it felt good, just to be like this, not moving. . . . I don't know--to be--" "Connected together with this?" I said, hoping he meant that as I reached down, squeezing my hand between our bodies to touch the base of his penis, feeling totally proud that he'd chosen me --that I was the one to have him there. "Yeah. That sounds as good as it feels," he said, lifting to see me better, running his finger along my forehead. "You're good at saying things, Peter." He was so warm, friendly. "Oh, that felt good!" "Huh?" "When you move, your manhood moves inside me." "Oh, you mean little Hank. Manhood--damn that sounds hot," he said with a smile. "He's not little." "What can I say?" "Oh," I said, feeling giddy and lightheaded, "well--you could say where he wanted to go." My finger made circles on his chest. "Little Hank wanted to go inside you so fu--so bad!" "Mmm," I said, smiling. "And?" "And you made me feel good, Peter." "No," I said, biting my lip, daring to contradict him. "No? What are you saying?" "YOU made us both feel good," I said, watching his face and loving the little blush there. "Yeah, maybe--but I know what you just did for me. And I know I got rough with you," he said, all animated on top of me, propping himself on his elbows. He looked like the tiger--alert, crouched in hiding, ready to defend his domain. "Oh," I said, feeling the blood rush through me. Slowly, his brow creased with a pained expression. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, his voice soft, steady. "Don't say that. You didn't hurt me--it felt wonderful." "Mmm, Peter," he said, his breathy tone enticing, his eyes filling me with warmth. Reality made us self conscious and awkwardness crept in. I wanted him in me forever, but that wasn't possible. Then I wondered what *he* wanted. "Are you . . . okay, staying in me?" "Yeah--feels awesome. But really--did I hurt you?" "No. Don't think that. I wanted you--was ready for you. And it felt so good, Hank, so good." I think both of us relaxed after that. He was worried that he'd hurt me. Now, that worry was gone. I pulled him in tightly and he responded, his head nestling in my neck, his cock shifting, exciting me. "I don't know how you could take all that. I mean, I--" "That was the best part--seeing your urges . . . your need. Feeling your hard pole in me. You're so powerful." This pleased Hank and made him pull away more to look at me. There was something different about his face. Then his look became playful, and my heart pounded with anticipation. "So--if I was gentle, you wouldn't like it?" he asked. I already liked the coy, little-boy look on his face. His hips pressed forward, sliding his hardness to the end of my passage. The corners of his mouth moved upward, forming a mysterious smile. "Ohhh! I'd love it . . . any way you . . . wanted it." Slowly, very slowly, he pulled himself back, thrilling me as I felt the head of his cock slide--squeeze my insides with impossible pleasure--until it blocked the entrance to my tunnel. When I realized his eyes stayed on mine--that he was watching my face--a jolt went through me, the pleasure of his attention adding to the thrill of his hot shaft. "Are you sure?" he said playfully with his lopsided grin, trembling with need again, pushing his love forward with a subtle shift of his body. Now it was clear. He was teasing me with his penis, testing his power over me, watching my responses. Whatever it was, it worked, making me crazy for him. "Oh, God--I'm . . . sure, Hank. It's so GOOD!" "Oh, yeah!" he said, his hips taking over now--slow, steady strokes, filling me with lust for him as his eyes heated me along with his hardness. "Hank, that feels so good." The sliding pressure inside me was its own thrill, but I throbbed as I pictured his cock, thick with urges, getting the pleasure it wanted. And I wanted it faster. "You look hot, Peter--so beautiful. Hotter than . . . you've ever looked." His whispery voice sent hot shivers up my spine. His manhood, pulsating with need, slid in and out of me--but he was watching me, talking to me between the urgent breaths that spoke his awesome desire. "Oh, God!" I said as his hands moved to my chest, his wriggling fingers jolting me, sliding over the pointed nipples. In his unhurried stroking, he'd reached bottom and paused-- pressing in hard. "You're pure beauty," he said, supporting himself with one hand while the other caressed my face, chest, arms--and he pulled his cock back slowly. He glanced at my dick. I was going to pass out with the feel of his hot thickness-- my boyhood ready to shoot, my eyes watching him quiver as he resisted the urge to pound me, his manhood throbbing within. "Ohhh." I wanted to tell him how majestic he looked, how he excited me, but I had no breath left. Silently, I admired his beautiful chest and arms--his athletic body--all that power under control, gently making love to me. I would explode soon, or die under the spell of him. He shifted anxiously now, as if the pleasure he took mounted suddenly, and he thrust more insistently. "OHH! Uh! Yeah . . . I'm cummin now. Oh, fuck." "Yes, yes!" "Peter! Baby!" His hips plunged frantically as he spurted his essence, stunning me with the force of his body against mine as the heat of him filled me. "Hank!" "YEAH!" He leaned forward on both hands now, gaining leverage, jolting me with his mighty weapon. And he thrilled me with his shouts, voicing his pleasure--celebrating each gushing stream of him as his chest heaved with anxious breaths. At the last moment, his eyes faltered and he saw the puddle of precum on me, and the sheen of it on my dick. And in the throes of his desperate stabs into me while he shot his cum, Hank Thornton slid his mouth over my aching boyhood--his rushing breath thrilling my dick--and I shot with a force I never had before. I went limp with the impossible sensation of the dual climax --my boyish cum flowing to Hank while the last of his manly streams squirted into me. As I returned to earth, I saw his face, his eyes, and his beautiful white teeth. I swooned to his princely stance --upright, smiling down at me. I reached out to him, and he fell into my arms. I tasted myself, thrilling to the touch as his tongue pierced my lips. In a burst of power, he slid his arms under me and kissed me with all his strength. Panting again with the passion of this, an echo of our lovemaking, his lips reached my ear, his warm breath had me tingling. "So awesome, Peter--so awesome." I was tense, shaking with the hot feel of him, and limp in the aftermath--the breathtaking effect of his two eruptions, one so soon after the other. "I never had so many good feelings," I said lamely, my words not doing justice to him. "You fucked me . . . then you made love to me." "Mmm," he said, obviously pleased, "you want me to do it again?" "Yeah, but--no, we better . . . rest up for tomorrow." "Oh, fuck--we still got work to do. Not sure if I can do it again, anyway," he said, grinning like a little boy. "You made me all satisfied." "Mmm. Me, too." Then he got serious--gentle again. "Peter," he said, holding my hand, "I took your virginity." "No," I said, a tear wanting to escape, "I gave it to you, Hank." "Oh, fuck, that's sweet," he said, overcome, hiding his face in my neck. "I love having yours, and I swear, Peter--I gave you mine." "Yes, I know--and I'm thrilled." "What a fuckin great way to think about it. You're so good, Peter--so smart. I never wouldda thought of that." "Never say never." "Shit--what can I say?" "You don't have to say anything." "Hmm, there's somethin cookin up there," he said, tapping my head, giving me his wonderful smile. "I can tell by your eyes." "Yep, and it's my secret." "Shit. I can't drag it out of you?" "Nope." He grit his teeth again--like he *had* to accept this--and that made me feel so good. "Okay. Are you gettin hungry?" he said, his eyes apologetic. "Oh, God! I forgot--mom has food for us." "Well--" I could feel him start to pull out of me. "No, don't move yet," I said, reaching for a towel. "I'd stay in you forever but--" "I want that. It feels good that I satisfied you and got you soft." "Yeah--for now," he said with a silly grin, pulling out and taking care of himself. "Come on." Hank grasped my hand. I knew what he wanted, and we said nothing as he led me to the shower. We washed really good, and in record time. The window in the bathroom was totally dark, so I knew it was late. I was hungry and anxious to get to the kitchen. I know Hank was, from the way he asked. I gave Hank a pair of stretched-out briefs that fit him okay. "Still a little tight," he said as we went downstairs. "Sorry." I warmed up the food. "Mmm, this is good," Hank said as he took his first bite. It excited me that he liked it, and it was fun eating in the kitchen in our underwear--well, my underwear. "Yep--mom makes good pot roast." "Yeah, damn good." "Your chest is beautiful." "Huh?" "Your chest makes me horny." "Yeah? I'm glad. I like makin you horny. I see you bulgin those briefs. I'll take care of that for ya." "How?" I said, blushing. "Hey--I got my secrets, too, Peter." It felt very good to be clean and freshly-showered when we got back to my room. I loved that he grabbed me and we kissed standing up. "Oh, it's hard again," I said, feeling a lump press into me. "Yeah, well--who do you think made it that way?" "Me," I said, blushing. "Right," he said, as I squeezed his cock. "Forget that for now, Peter--I'm taking care of this," he said, touching my bone. I loved his hand on my dick. He wasn't rough--he gripped it gently. "I can jerk off while you watch." "No fuckin way. Stand up." He was on his knees, thrilling me again with his hands on my butt and mouth on my dick. "Oh, Hank." "Mmmm." "Yawrrrgh!" I screamed, holding his shoulders for balance while I shot myself into him. It was hot, quick--the cum blasting out of me. "Oh God, Hank!" "Are you okay?" he said. "Yeah, just dizzy. AH!" I yelled, kicking my legs, a last shot of cum flying out of me into Hank's mouth. "Ooo, that was hot," he said, closing his mouth, grinning, and swallowing. "Yeah, YOU'RE okay!" "AH!" Hank had picked me up and carried me to bed. He laid me down and licked the last of the cum off me. "See? No cleanup," he said so cutely. "I can't believe we're getting into bed and sleeping together for the night." I looked at Hank's beautiful face as he pulled the covers over us. "I believe it. I can't think of a better way to sleep." "Oh." "There's nobody else I wanna sleep with." "Hank, I don't wanna sleep with anyone else either." "Not even Justin Barnes?" "Justin Barnes?" I said, scared as hell and trying to figure out why his name came up. "Yeah--I seen you guys talking head to head while you wrote down his phone number." "Oh, God--no, Hank! He wanted help with a math problem and I called him later that night." "Oh--so you don't have the hots for him?" "Well, he's cute . . . but, no." "You're cute when you defend yourself, you know?" "I know now. Did you really think I did someth--" "Fuck, no. I was just messin with ya, Peter." "But you WERE jealous for a minute." "Maybe." "What if I DID have the hots for him?" "I'd go fuckin nuts, man." I didn't want to stop talking, but we had to get to sleep. It was clumsy, but we talked a little more and finally said good- night. I found out how warm and cuddly Hank could be, and how nice it is to rub noses. I wasn't used to sleeping with anyone, so each time Hank turned, I woke up. I think it was the same for him. "Fuck, we keep waking each other up." "Can you sleep on your side?" "Yeah." "Hold me, Hank. I wanna sleep that way." "We could try it." I slept through till the morning and woke up with the sun shining on my bed--stunned that Hank was with me. He wasn't in my arms, but I liked the way his arm was thrown off to one side, and he had a cute little smile. I watched his face for a while, feeling a new high. The morning felt so good--like it was telling everyone that this would be a great day. That's how I felt--the morning, a new day just for me and Hank. I rubbed his hair, kissed it, and slipped out to brush my teeth so I would be fresh when Hank woke up. When I slid back into bed, I got brave and touched his dick. He was half hard. I loved that we slept naked, and thought about that as I ran my finger up and down his shaft. I went to kiss him and smelled mint. He must've got up earlier and brushed his teeth. The quick kiss was wonderful, and my fingers thrilled to the feel of his hardening penis. When Hank stirred, I felt guilty and took my hand away. "Hi," I said, feeling a huge smile on my face. "G' mornin." I loved the groggy sound and the sleepy look of him. "Mmm," I said, daring to rub his butt as he turned toward me. My body throbbed when his hand went to his dick. "You molested me while I was asleep and helpless," he said, eyes half open. I went hysterical. "Oh? How can you tell?" I tried to stop laughing. "Cuz I'd be real disappointed if you didn't." Then came his silly grin. We let go and had a laughing fit that I can't describe except to say I felt totally free, and sensed that Hank felt the same. "Wow." "Yeah, wow." By that time, we had our hands on each other's dick, and those boysticks were responding, doing what they're supposed to do. Then I realized we could spend the whole day having sex and that made me nervous. Hank's science grade and team standing was at stake. And it was all on me. "Hank--we better not think about sex. We have to get to work right away," I said, feeling like the mean parent that hid all the toys. "It's a good thing we're up early--we need the time." "You're a fuckin glutton for punishment. Look--you're boned up too," he said excitedly, holding his erection, making a display of it just for me. The hot thing dripped with precum. "Sorry." "Hey--we can do it real quick--right? Won't lose any study time." His voice boomed out. There was a lot of testosterone in those words. Judging by Hank's face slowly losing enthusiasm, he started not liking his idea. 'Quick' was not exactly the best thought, I guess. As Hank forgot about his idea, I began liking it. We could get the pressure off down there, then concentrate on studying. Then, something hit me. NOT to have sex now, but save it as an incentive--a way to motivate Hank. "No, we can't," I said. "And you know this is for a better good, a higher purpose. We can't afford to lose you on the field. Right?" "Yeah, I guess," he said, not too enthused. "Coach tells us not to jerk off for twenty-four hours before a game." "Good." I sounded firm and matter-of-fact. But I was thinking, 'Whoa! They sure get down to the embarrassing basics in that locker room.' "Shit." Then I tried a little reverse psychology. "Well--if you insist--I guess I could--" "No! Let's get a shower and hit the books." That was exactly the reaction I hoped for. I had thrown him a temptation, but he resisted it. I could tell he was stressed in the shower--he sighed a lot. Poor Hank. His face got all screwed up when he washed his dick-- and it looked like it wasn't ever going down. But he was strong, and a very good sport. When I brushed my hair, I made it as plain as possible--not wanting to look sexy and make things worse for him. I felt guilty and started to think maybe putting off sex wasn't such a great idea. "Peter--I gotta shave." I was glad I had a razor--left over from the one time I shaved my balls just to try it. I watched Hank shave, and it was funny with his big boner getting between him and the sink. Sexy, too, I thought. "Fuck," he said, waving the razor and staring at my face, "you don't have to do this shit, do you?!" "Um--no." "Sexy stud," he said, smiling finally, moving in for a kiss as his hand slid along my face. "So smooth." Then he went back to shaving. "Ow, this razor. I have rocks sharper than this." "Mmm, you look nice," I said after he'd finished. "Come on, Peter," he said, looking stressed. "Let's get one good fuck in--start the day off right." "We can't! My parents are home. We gotta go to breakfast later." I tutored him for a while, mostly reviewing what we did the night before. After half an hour, Hank fidgeted with his dick. "Shit! I can't hide my bone in my thin pants." I knew he was worried about meeting my parents with a boner. "I'll throw on a robe go see what's up," I said, thinking I might get my dad to loan Hank some clothes. "Be back in a few." "Well, look who's up early--my Einstein boy!" mom said, standing at the kitchen stove. "Hi, mom," I said, grinning. She always had some compliment that made me blush, but it felt good, too. She gave me a hug. "Good morning. Well--how did it go last night?" "Really good, mom. Hank's pretty sharp." And I thought about all the other things that went so well. "Is he still sleeping?" "No. His clothes got dirty yesterday and--where's dad?" "He should be back any minute. I sent him to the store. Did you want to borrow some of dad's clothes for Hank?" "Yeah, mom. How'd you know?" "Oh--mothers have a way of knowing these things. Besides, Hank's mother is coming over later to thank us in person and bring fresh clothes for him." There it was. Hank's mom was going to cut things short and take him away from me. I blushed. I was feeling something like anger, but not exactly. "Oh," I said, feeling like a man going to death row, "we have a lot more work to do. Mom, he's GOTTA pass!" I had tears in my eyes. "I know. She told me Hank's science grade. It's nice to see you so dedicated." "That's good. Then she knows." "Pete--I know you're good, honey, but--with a D minus, do you think it's even possible to pull Hank's grade to passing with one test?" "Yeah, mom! All he needs is an eighty-nine. I ran the numbers." I did a lot of spreadsheet stuff, so that was easy. "Well--you know I'm proud of you and how smart you are. You've taken on quite a challenge. But I stuck up for you." That made me smile. "You told her I'm a genius, huh?" I said with my little smirk. "No. When she told me his grade and then said she would take Hank home today--" "Oh, no!" I said impulsively, "that's--" "Let me finish, Peter." "Okay." "I told her the earliest she could expect him home was Sunday, maybe not even then. So she's bringing two outfits and his school clothes. I made it clear that I would make sure he goes home either by Sunday night or Monday after school, and that you boys would need the whole weekend together." When mom said, 'together,' my balls pulled up. I was gonna get a boner if I didn't get out of there, fast. "Oh, yes! That's sweet! That's the best!" I said, hugging her, "Thanks, mom." "You're welcome. I love you, Peter, but I wish you'd stop saying, 'That's sweet.' What ever happened to, 'That's cool,' or, 'That's great'"? "O-kay, mom. That's cool!" I said with a grin that would not quit, my whole body bubbling inside. I flew up the stairs, thinking how great it was that today is Saturday. "Wait, Peter. Do you owe me one?" she said from the foot of the stairs. "You bet, mom. Anything." "Good. You and Hank be ON TIME for breakfast. Then your father will be in a good mood all weekend--he was starved when he left for the store." "No problem! How long?" "Thirty minutes." "Okay!" I felt relieved. She didn't see my bone. I was so excited when I opened the door to my room. Hank had one of my books and was standing at the bookcase, reading. "Hank! That's so cool to see you reading like that." I took off the robe. "This book's pretty good, man," he said very seriously, not taking his eyes from the page. "You'll never guess!" I said. That made him look up. "I don't have to guess. Your horny. Nice bone." "No, even better than that," I said, adjusting myself. "Nuthin's better than that," he said, coming over to me in a rush and hugging me. He had my boner squished against him. "Ohrrrfff," I said, swept off my feet, not ready for the sudden kiss. "This feels so good, man." "Ummm--yeah, it does. Hank--you feel so . . . you're making me so--" "I can tell," he said, sliding his hand over my hardon. "So, what did you wanna tell me?" "Tell you? Oh! Your mom talked to my mom." "Oh, fuck." "No, it's nothing bad. We get to spend the whole weekend together! Maybe Sunday night, too!" "Holy shit! That's COOL!" he said, lifting me up and swinging me around the room. In a few seconds he let me down. "Mom said breakfast in thirty minutes. Hank--how are you going to hide that?" I said, pointing to his bulging pants. "What about your dad's--" "Oh, God--wait right here." "Hey mom?" I yelled, probably sounding way too desperate. As soon as I got to the hall, I ran into her. "Here you go, honey. I picked out some of dad's things for you. Tell Hank he only needs to wear them for a short while." "Cool, mom! Thanks." "See if he likes them," she said as I went through the door to my room, carrying the small stack. "Sorry they're old, Hank. But Mom said it's only for a few-- until you get your own clothes. Your mom's bringing some." I felt bad that my dad's clothing was nothing like the style Hank would wear. "Sorry? Fuck, you better not feel sorry or I'll spank ya!" "Ooo, that might be nice." "Nuthin wrong with these, and they're not old," Hank said, holding the pants up against him. "It's THIS I'm worried about." He didn't have to point at his boner--I knew what he meant. "I have a jock strap that's a little big on me." "Hey, not too shabby. This strap's a little tight but not bad," he said, looking at himself in the mirror while I admired his bare butt. I'm glad he wasn't tanned there. I *had* to touch it. "That's good," I said, rubbing his smooth cheeks, suddenly dying to have sex with him. The memory of last night's sex kept my hormones flowing. I decided to abandon my plan. We needed to release some cum so we could start the day fresh. "Shit. I already have precum. I better stuff some tissues in this." "Can you point it down?" I said, getting an idea. "Down?" he pulled the jock down and showed me his boner. "Wait!" I said, and in a swift move, went to my knees, pushing the jock strap to the floor. "I better--" "Go for it!" I impaled my mouth on him. "Oh, fuck," he whispered, grabbing my shoulders. I hadn't expected him to thrust in and out of my mouth, but that's what he did. This was so sexual, my dick was gonna break off. I felt his manhood throb. I was repeating the dream, kneeling, having him in my mouth. He reached to the bed, picking up the nearest thing. I saw he was going to muffle his moans. Just that fast, he shot his cum in my waiting mouth. I felt heat crawl over my body as I thrilled to the sexy muffled sounds he made and the magic of his private man-juices spurting into me. I looked up. I never expected him to have my sock in his mouth. By this time, I was so horny, I couldn't think. "Fuck, that was so good, Peter. I needed that." "I did, too--needed to know you got the edge off." It felt really good to see he was going soft. "You looked sexy with my sock in your mouth." I dove in for a kiss, loving the hot feel of his lips. I HAD to slide my tongue over his teeth. He liked it. I loved doing this. "Shit, you're fucking amazing." "I think THIS is amazing," I said, licking his cock. "What about you?" he said, lifting me and sliding his dick on my stomach. It was still wet. "I'm fine." I was dying to cum but there was no time and I didn't want to upset him. "Bullshit. I'm getting you off as soon as we have breakfast. Maybe twice," he said, putting dad's clothes on. He looked good. I dressed in one of my better-looking casual outfits. We made it to the kitchen early. I was glad we'd showered and had fresh clothes on. I kept thinking about Hank's penis and my jock strap he was wearing. Mom went right over to him. "Hank Thornton, it's so nice to meet you," she said. I was shocked that she hugged him. Hank just smiled. I guess when you're a celebrity, you get used to these things. "Thanks, nice to meet you, too," he said, sounding so grown up and formal. "I can't believe I get to meet you in my own house AND have breakfast with you." "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. Thanks for having me and for letting Peter tutor me. He's really good, and I learned a lot so far. He's makin me work my b--work really hard." I blushed, wondering what Hank was thinking when he said I was 'good.' And he almost said, 'work my butt off.' "You boys look so nice. I'm proud of both of you. My son for wanting to help you, and you for wanting to learn," she said, touching Hanks arm. "Thanks. I messed up bad by not studying and forgetting about the test--I'm making it hard on Peter because of that." "Now don't you worry about Peter. He seems to be enjoying himself, just having you here. I know I am." I had to leave the room. Yes, Hank was making certain things on me very hard, and I was losing it. By the time I got back to the kitchen, mom had Hank setting the table. I choked. "Hank. I'll do that--" "Hey, this is fun, dude." "Yeah, I guess it is," I said, helping him. We were fast. "Wow," mom said. "You boys work well together." I had a semi, but when she said, 'together,' I boned right up. Hank and I blushed. He looked at me. "Oh, I almost forgot. There's two more chapters he's gonna pull questions from. But that's okay, I know what pages." "He's amazing," Hank said, grinning at mom. "I see a change in him already," she said. "He's more energetic, happier. You're a good influence on Peter." "Thanks, Mrs. Wilson--but I don't know. I think he's a good influence on ME." "Yep," I said, all excited, "while I was down here earlier, Hank picked a book from my bookcase and started reading it." "That's something I never do," Hank said. I was proud of Hank--the easy way he told the truth about everything. And it didn't bother him! "Well, that's good, but I know you've excelled in sports, and some of that is rubbing off, on Pete." "Yeah, you're right, mom." Why did she have to say, 'rubbing?!' "I might get him on the football team next year," Hank said. "Next year?" she said, knowing this was Hank's senior year. "Yeah. I goofed off too much and have more credits to get before I can graduate." "Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of. You've made such a difference in our football team--I'm proud of you. I hope you don't mind putting in the extra year." "Oh, no, ma'am. If Peter makes the team, I know I'll like playing with him. He's a hard worker. And great at track." "I never thought of my son playing football. Do you think Pete can do it?" There it was--Pete, the skinny kid, couldn't possibly play football. I would die trying if Hank thought I could do it. Then I wondered if sex counted as a workout. "I wouldn't steer him wrong. I'll find out what he can do," Hank said, suddenly blushing after seeing my face. "Did you sleep well last night? I know how it can be in a strange house." "Yes, ma'am. Like a rock." I wished I had a jock on. I knew all about Hank's rock. This was too much. Dad got home. "You wouldn't believe how long the lines were at the store. It's Saturday--not a time for the whole week's shopping," he said, putting the grocery bag down and looking at mom. Then he saw Hank. "Hank Thornton!" dad said, shaking hands with him like they were old buddies. "It's great to meet you. Glad you're here." "Thank you. Glad to be here. Peter's a good teacher and I feel better about the test already." "I'm proud of you for going the extra mile. The team would be lost without you!" Then, dad turned to me. "Pete, I'm proud of you for doing this." "He's really smart, dad. It's like, he just didn't know it." "Progress?" he said, looking at Hank. "Yes. Good progress. Peter's brought me a long way from where I was when I got here. He gives me confidence." I was beaming inside. It wasn't just Hank's deep voice--he was so polite, and his words were like a grown-up's. "Good. And I'm sure you're giving Pete confidence in your own way." Oh, was he ever! "Yeah, dad. Mom even said--" "Yes, Tom, I was just saying how Pete is more energetic and looks happier." Dad saw breakfast was ready and helped mom get everything to the table. "You knew!" Hank said, beaming." "Huh?" I said." Mom and dad looked at Hank with a baffled expression, the same as mine. Poor Hank blushed from the sudden attention. "Waffles and sausage," he said more quietly, "my favorite breakfast." My mouth hung open. "I did a little inquiring," mom said. "Good job, Linda." "Thank you so much," Hank said. "This is amazing." "You're welcome." "Peter was right. I feel a lot of support coming from you guys. . . . Wait," Hank said, his eyes going wide at mom and dad. "I recognize you! You sit in the front row of the student section. Your cheers are great! We all talk about em." "Thank you, Hank. Now we better all eat." "Yes, before it gets cold." "This is GOOD, Mrs. Wilson," Hank said loving his waffle. "I wish my mom could make waffles like this." "I'll give her the recipe when she comes over." "Well--actually, I'm the cook at my house." "Oh." "Mom and dad both work late. Mom's out of practice. Mmm, the sausage is great, too." "Well aren't you the man." Hank just blushed. Dad chimed in. "Yes. Football, cooking, keeping up with your grades--I'd be proud to call you my son. And that's not taking anything from you, Pete." "Thank you, Mister Wilson--but I didn't keep my grades up enough. That's why I'm here. I had to call coach to get excused from today's practice. He knew the science test was more important." I gulped. I didn't know he called his coach. I could tell Hank felt bad about missing practice. "I'll bet your need puts pressure on Pete. And I'm glad. That's just what he needs." Oh, yeah--his need puts pressure on me, all right. What *was* this, pick on Peter day? I'm glad I was sitting down, or everyone would see some real embarrassing pressure. But I grinned the whole time, so happy for Hank. We all finished our food and Hank thanked mom again. Dad wanted to sit in the living room and talk with Hank. Mom shooed the two of us upstairs. "Maybe later," she said to dad. I was still nervous from all the words that reminded me of sex when we got to my room. "Your mom and dad are nice," Hank said with a cool smile. "You guys talked SEX. In CODE!" I was still embarrassed. "Huh?" He looked so cute, baffled like that. Even cuter when he started undressing me. "Ohhhh! Mmm. I like THIS. Is this part of the plan?" "Yeah. I said I would get you off after breakfast." "No, I'm too nervous now." "Why? You need to come, and I thought maybe . . . I could fuck you again." "We have a lot of ground to cover." "I know, Peter, but--geez!" "Do you know how I'll feel if you can't play football?" Long silence. "Yeah, I do." He was blushing. "C'mere, Peter," he said, taking me in his arms. "I'm sorry. I'm bein a dick." I couldn't stand the tension between us. I squeezed him as hard as I could. I let Hank's warmth and strong arms relax me. "Yeah, but you're a NICE dick," I said, smiling, feeling relieved. "Fuck, you're funny!" he said, laughing hysterically. It wasn't long before we settled down with the science book and the notebook I had given him. I had my own pad I used for drawing diagrams. "Okay. This is Ohm's Law." "Shit, this is the really hard stuff." "No, not really. How are you at algebra?" "Not bad." "Okay. Just look at this for a sec," I said, pointing to the equation for Ohm's Law: E = Ir "I don't even know what the letters mean." "Just write this down. E equals voltage, I is current--" "Current?" "You know--amps." "Okay." "Can you figure out what 'r' is?" For someone who doesn't know Ohm's law, this was the hardest question yet. "Let's see," he said, starting to sketch in his notebook, "You told me . . . hmmm . . . okay, volts . . . amps. You said every circuit has to have a load. That's what's missing, so 'r' has to be the load." "Yes!" I said, hugging him. "R is the resistance, in ohms." "Cool." "Since we're only doing the DC version of Ohm's law--" "Fuck--there's more than one?" "Yep. But we don't have to know the AC one." "Cool." "It's the same law, really. It's just that AC is a little tricky. With AC, the voltage keeps going up and down, so . . ." We went like that for about an hour when we heard the doorbell ring. "I wonder if that's your mom," I said, turning to him anxiously. "Probly is." Hank looked so cute. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek. We stood up, did a boner check, and fixed our clothes. In a minute, we were downstairs with Hank's mom. "Why don't you plan on staying till Monday morning," his mom said to him. "That way we have all the bases covered." "That's great, thanks, mom." She had a very nice fur coat on. I noticed my mom admiring it. I didn't know much about fur, but it looked really good. "That's a beautiful coat," my mom said. "Imitation seal. Costs more than sealskin and you can hardly tell the two apart. I just love seals and couldn't bear to buy the real thing." "It's very nice." "Oh," Hank's mom said, handing a little suitcase to Hank, "I left your outfits in the car." "I'll get them," I said eagerly and was out the door before anyone objected. I looked at the clothing real close--they were really cool outfits, way better than anything I had. I sniffed them, too. By the time I got back, everyone was saying good-bye, and Hank's mom was thanking my parents. Then she turned to me. "And you, Peter. Hank is so pleased to have you for his teacher. You're a special boy," she said, reaching for my hand and shaking it. "Oh, well--thank you, Mrs. Thornton." I blushed so bad. I was relieved when Hank and I got back to my room. "Oh, man! She likes YOU!" Hank said, all excited. "Your mom?" "Yeah! Couldn't you tell?" "Not really." "She never shakes hands except with people she really likes. And she GRABBED yours!" "Oh, that's really cool," I said, playing it up for Hank, but thinking it was no big deal. "Peter--don't you get it?" "Not really." "If she likes you, she trusts you. That means time alone at my house!" "Oh, NOW I get it!" "Yeah. I WISH you were getting it," he said, rubbing his crotch, giving me that desperate look. "Come on, Hank." I sat at the desk, knowing he would follow me. I felt so bad refusing him. "Don't you wanna put my stuff away first?" "Oh, yeah. Sorry." I hung up Hank's clothes. He opened the suitcase and pulled out his little bag of toiletry stuff. He unzipped it and looked inside. I peeked and saw some really cool underwear--boxers AND briefs. "My lube is in here," he said softly, pulling out a small bottle of Astroglide. "Shit, I wonder if she saw this." "Oh, your lube. YOUR lube!" I took the bottle from him and rubbed it. "Hehe. We can use it later." "Back to work," I said. "Okay, sexy--what now?" Hank sat at the desk. "Here's a set of questions I made for you." "Okay. This is cool, man." "First question. What is the total resistance of two four- ohm resistors in series?" "Shit. There's two formulas, right?" "Yes--for the different ways they can be hooked up. Make a little drawing in your notebook." "Okay. Shit, I just gotta remember what series is. I think it's when they're in a straight line and you just add em. So-- that would be eight ohms?" "Hank, that's right!" We went on for a long time, and Hank got most of the questions right. I scored his answers and came up with 81. "Can I peek?" "You got an eighty-one so far. Still a way to go." "Shit." "No! You're doing great." "Pete?" mom said from the foot of the stairs. I ran down to her. "Your dad and I are going to take a ride to see the color. If we're not home for dinner, just order a pizza," she said, handing me some money. "Okay mom. Were . . . so busy, we might . . . work right through dinner." "Set your alarm! There's sandwiches here for lunch." "Okay." Soon they were gone and I was back upstairs with Hank. "They went for a long ride to see the color." "Color?" "Yeah, the leaves turning colors." "Oh. Shit, your parents are so interesting. My parents don't do stuff like that." "Take them for a ride soon. We're alone, by the way." I had this big grin. "Fuck, we gotta do something, man! I can't stand it anymore," he said, sliding his thumb along his hard shaft. "I can't wait, man." "Yes, you can. Pretend you're in the weight room." "How'd you know about THAT?" "I have my ways. Besides, everyone knows it's those last few gut-busting reps that make the difference." "Peter, it's been FOUR HOURS, man!" "Yeah, you're right. I'm tired of saying no to you." "Good. You gonna fuck me?" "Well, um--" I froze. I looked at Hank like a scared doe. Finally, I shook my head a little. "Fuck, you need to come, man." "Yeah . . . ." "Fuck me, Peter. I'll be mad if you don't," he said with a stern look. "You'll be MAD at me?" "Fuck, no. Not for that," he said with a sheepish grin. "For what, then?" "Shit--nuthin, I guess." "You'd NEVER get mad at me?" Long silence. "Probly not," he said, blushing. "Good. If you wanna make me happy, fuck me," I said, gulping, not wanting to make him mad. "Shit, I'm ready to bust. Get those clothes off," Hank said, stripping as fast as he could. But I beat him. "Want me to suck that while you finish undressing?" "Hell, yeah!" "Mmm, a nice boner." I slid my lips on it so fast. "Hey, I see your dick bouncin! Stand up," he said. I bit my lip. "Ah!" I said as his lips made contact. "Don't--I'm too close." "Okay. Are you sure?" "Yep." "Are you ready for me to shove it in all at once?" he said, getting his lube. "No!" I said. From his grin I knew he was teasing me. "Little Hank really wants to do that someday." I got brave, lunged at him and tickled his ribs. "Shit! You little fucker!" In a second, he had my wrists in his hands and started tickling. "Oh, no. Oh, no! Please, Hank--AH!" But at least that put me on my knees and I sucked little Hank again. "Is that an apology for tickling me?" "Wrrmmpp," I said, nodding. "Apology accepted," he said. I looked up at him and his killer smile. For me, it was more than an apology. It was having what I wanted for so long--to have him in my mouth, to feel the hot skin and its throbs--to know I was giving him that pleasure. "Were you really mad that I tickled you?" "No," he said, thrilling me by putting me in bed, and his sexy self on top of me. "I don't think I can be mad at you." He kissed me before I could say anything, leaving me breathless. There was such passion in his kiss. "Why can't you be mad at me?" "Because I love you, Peter." "Oh, God!" by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@yahoo.com Any comments would be great! Hank-hkis/ch 3/W-rm 2.0 Will you tell me what you think? If you're not sure what to say, tell me something you liked (that's the best), or just say hello . . . or whatever. :-) Thank you. --Dennis StoriesNew@yahoo.com If you have lots to say about the story, don't worry. Long emails are nice. :-) Just please no forwards or attachments. (No website, no commercial connections--just little ol' me.) That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. The current story list as of Feb. 8, 2007, can be found at the end of Chapter 2 of this story. That list will be good for a while and is a complete list. OR - You can find *most* of my other stories under *StoriesNew* (*not* under my name) in the Nifty author section. But not ALL stories--that's why I made the list. (You go back to Nifty's front page, Welcome page, to find the link to the Author section: Prolific authors.) :-) Thanks, Dennis (StoriesNew) StoriesNew@yahoo.com