Losing To Win I
By Joey E
I introduce a new series, "Losing To Win". I hope it goes as well as my past series and stories have. It is totally fiction. Any similarities to real life is strictly coincidental. If you are under21 (or 18 in some areas), please do not read this story. If you are offended by gay dudes, please move on. This is copyrighted in 2003. All rights reserved. Unauthorized reproduction in any form is strictly prohibited. And now, the story!
"Mr. Edison," my Physics' teacher stated as I came into his classroom after school.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked.
"I don't know any other way to put it, but you're failing my class."
"I am aware of that," I answered smartly.
"But this also means that you will not be able to participate in baseball if you turn your grades around. You were aware of that, weren't you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I know. Which is why I wanted to talk to you about doing some extra credit or something."
"I do not believe in allowing extra credit. But..."
Life is just not fair, I thought.
"...if you agree to getting tutored, I will give the okay to the coach, who happens to be me this year."
Oh great, now the teach is talking about himself in third person.
"Sure, twice a week, after school or evenings."
"Aw, man, I'll be busy!"
"Busy, doing what? Working out? Flirting or doing god know what else? Either be tutored or fail the second quarter. If you agree, I will give you an incomplete and go from there."
I looked at him. This man wasn't going to budge. I knew him from my previous years on the baseball team. It was his way or the highway. And he was a helluva good coach though. I knew I was defeated.
"So, who's gonna tutor me?" I asked with a sigh.
"Good," he said smiling. "Josh O'Hara will be your new tutor."
"Oh god, not him!" I said, now really bummed.
"Mr. Edison, that is my proposal. Take it or leave it."
Josh O'Hara was a little dork, if you asked me. He was short, scrawny, red short hair, and couldn't have weighed more than 110lbs. He always kept to himself and was, as I'm told, a complete nerd. And probably the valedictorian of our class.
I sighed again and resigned. "Okay, Mr. Smith. I'll take it. What do I have to do?"
"Well, Josh has already signed up to be a peer-helper. So, he's ready whenever you are."
"Fine, is that it?" I asked.
"That's it. I will set something up for tomorrow afternoon then after school, right here in this classroom. Then you two can set it up yourself. Trust me, you need all the help you can get, Steve. It's for your own good."
"All right, I'll be here after school tomorrow," I said.
I left the classroom pissed off. This was totally fuckin' stupid! Why the hell did I have to fuckin' be tutored in, of all subjects, Physics? I knew I was failing the subject. I just didn't put for the effort, nor did I have any interest in it. I was looking forward to the baseball season starting up shortly and I was too busy enjoying my last year in high school to give a crap about Physics. But, then again, it all catches up to you in the end.
I had plans that evening to get together with my chick that I had been with a whole year now, which was a record for me, Jill. She was one of the most gorgeous chicks on the earth as far as I was concerned. 5'2", 100lbs, blonde, medium length hair, killer ass, with a fine rack, and a great personality. Surprising, we outlasted any predictions made by anyone. There was just some kind of a connection we had. The contrast between us was night and day. I, on the other hand, was 6'2", 200lbs, solid, short, brown curly hair, and my bright blue eyes were the type that grabbed everyone who looked into them.
"Hey, Steve," she said, as I picked her up in my parent's car. Yeah, I know, lame, but it was their third car and I was glad that I even had one at my disposal.
"Hey, babe," I said, giving her a kiss on the lips.
We went out to a movie, our usual thing for a Wednesday night. She had a curfew though and we had to rush back home after the movie was over. I kissed her on the lips and we made out in the car for a few minutes before she had to leave. So, there I was with a fuckin' hard on and no one to play with it.
The next day in school, I told some of my friends that I was going to be tutored by some nerdy kid named Josh. They all immediately laughed and pointed over towards his table during lunch. He briefly looked up at us and then swiftly looked back down at his lunch in front of him. I noticed he was picked on a lot by some of my other friends. I never really joined in, but I never stopped them either. In a way, I felt sorry for little guy. It was always in my nature to protect the smaller dudes. I get that from protecting my old best bud who moved away five years ago. But it would've been socially unacceptable for me to defend this kid. So I just kept silence as I watched the poor kid get tormented.
My bud, Joe, walked with me to the Physics classroom.
"So you gonna be tutored by little faggot boy eh?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Better make sure to keep my shirt on, eh?" I asked, jokingly.
"Well, just make sure queer ass doesn't try to put the moves on you."
"Dude, I am, what? Two hundred pounds? I think I can handle him," I said, smiling.
"Well, I don't know, he just looks gay."
"Whatever, dumbass," I joked. He started to walk away.
"I hear you're his type," he yelled down the hall.
"Fuck you, faggot!" I said, opening the classroom door. I walked in the door and Mr. Smith just glared at me.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Mr. Edison," he said.
I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I turned towards the rest of the classroom and saw the little skinny runt sitting there, looking a bit nervous. In fact, he looked like he just shit himself. Or was about to. What was he so afraid about, I wondered. Like I said before, he was short, around five foot even, no more than 90lbs, glasses, red short hair, and totally white skinned. I doubt the kid even hit puberty yet.
"Josh, this is Steve, Steve this is Josh. Josh will be your tutor for the next two months."
I thought the right thing to do would be to go over and shake his hand. He looked at me with fear in his eyes as I came towards him. I held out my hand. I chuckled when he looked at me with fear in his eyes.
"Dude, you're suppose to shake my hand, bro," I said.
He looked up at me with eyes that said he didn't want anything to do with me. I took my hand back and sat down next to him.
"All right, boys, here's how it's gonna work. Josh will tutor you twice a week. That's how the peer-helping system works. If you miss any of these times, you will not have a second chance. You can set it up at any time, just as long as it's twice week. Got it?"
"Yes, Mr. Smith," Josh said, in his mid-pitched voice. I had never really actually heard him talk before and was surprised that his voice was not higher. He did sound a little gay and acted a little effeminate, so it was easy to see why he was picked on.
"Got it, Edison?"
"Yes, like my distant relative got the light bulb," I said, being smart as usual.
"Cut the crap, Steve. I'm serious."
"Okay, but I gotta get going now. My friends are waiting for me," I said picking up my bag.
"Hold it, Steve. I want you to start today."
"Aw, that ain't fair, Coach," I moaned, looking at the nerdish runt sitting next to me.
"If Josh can make time for you, then make the most of it."
"Aw, what the hell else would he be doing? More homework?" I asked, not liking this deal at all.
Mr. Smith gave me a glare that made me stop whatever I was ranting about. I knew he meant business. So much for the star pitcher status. I was just another student in his eyes.
"Now," he said, slowly. "Josh, I want you to set up the times that you meet with Edison okay? It'll be on your terms."
Josh look at our teacher with frightened eyes.
"And Steve, make sure you listen to him all right? You may learn something."
I groaned again and slumped back down in my desk/chair. I looked over at Josh.
"So you wanna get started?" I asked, not interested at all.
"Uh, y-yeah," he stammered.
"Wanna come over to my house?" I asked, not wanting to be tutored here in front of Mr. Teacher.
"I don't drive," he said, still talking low.
"I do. I guess I can take you home when we're done, all right?"
Josh looked at the teacher with pleading eyes, as if to say, please don't do this to me."
"Go on, Josh. You can trust him," he said.
"Come, on , bud. Let's go get this thing over with," I said, grabbing my backpack and standing up.
Josh reluctantly followed suit and followed me out the door.
We walked out of school. I was sort of embarassed to be seen with him. Luckily, all my friends had already left. And he surely didn't have any. I led him to my car and unlocked his door.
"Come on, get in dude," I said, slightly amused that he was just standing there, not knowing what to do next. What a dork, I thought.
He finally got in, still unsure of himself, and we took off. I tried making conversation with him on the way home. It wasn't too successful.
"Dude, so, are you as bummed out as I am having to do this?"
"Yep," was all he said.
"I really hate Physics, man. I don't get it. And the freakin' coach is teachin' me."
I looked over to make sure he was still breathing. His eyes were focused on what was in front of him and they never moved.
"Dude, you alive?" I joked.
"Yep," was all he said again.
"Josh, it's all right, man. I ain't gonna hurt you or anything. You can talk. How else are you gonna teach me Physics?"
"Oh," he said, glancing over at me for a split second, then turning back.
Shit, I give up. We rode the rest of the way home in silence. When we pulled into my neighborhood, his eyes widened in fear. I looked over at him. He looked whiter than before.
"Dude, lighten up. What's up?"
"Uh, y-y-you live in my neighborhood."
"So, what's wrong with that?" I asked, laughing.
He just looked at me in fear.
We pulled up to my house. My parents were not home, which was a good thing. I had already turned eighteen, and legally, I didn't need any parents' signature ever again for anything related to school. So, I didn't think they needed to know this little problem I had in physics.
He bolted out of the car as soon as I put in it in park. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and walked towards the front door. I passed by him and smiled at him. He looked away from me. I took out the house key and unlocked the front door.
I smiled at the scared little dude on the side of me. "You comin' in bro or are you gonna just stand there all night?"
He looked up at me, still scared and went inside.
"Well, I guess we can do it in the basement, man. Follow me," I said, leading him towards the basement steps.
Though our basement was not completely finished, it was nice enough for me. I had my own desk down there which is where I did if any of my studying and homework. I sat my bag down and sat down on the couch.
"Dude, lighten up! Come on, sit next to me and teach me physics," I said, unbuttoning my shirt to take it off, and revealing my sleaveless underneath.
I looked over at Josh and he just stared at my chest. The dude is checkin' me out, I thought to myself. What the fuck? I looked straight into his eyes and his eyes met mine.
"I-I-I gotta go," he said, weakly. He started to walk up the steps.
"Yo dude! Come on, man. I gotta learn this shit," I said, not caring now that he was checking me out. I was more concerned with passing the damn class.
He kept walking, which then turned into a run. I heard him run out of the house. Fuck, what a fuckin' weird kid., I thought to myself.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was about four. I looked at my books and decided to do what I did best. Not do a damn thing and call up Jill. Unfortunately, she wasn't home and by now I had a serious boner. Well, no one was supposed to be home until 5PM, so I just whipped down my cargo pants and whip my cock out. I closed my eyes and leaned back while I started stroking. As usual, images of Jill came rushing through my brain as I beat my meat. Fuck it felt good. I grabbed onto my balls with my right hand, while stroking with my left. As of lately, my right hand traveled down to my ass, playing with the hole lightly.
After about three minutes, I felt the tingling feeling from deep in the base of my cock. The feeling rose up and up. I backed off a bit, and stroked slower and lighter around my big seven inch cock. I reached up and played with my right nipple and that's when it happened.
An image of that nerdy kid flashed by. His face, which suddenly became appealing to me, was right there in front of me. I started stroking faster, remembering his small, skinny body, and how his blue eyes were so bright. Then his frowned became a bright smile, as the dimples started to show on his cheeks. I was way to into it now to give a fuck and I began to wonder what his body would look like underneath those clothes. I began to wonder what his fuckin' lips would be like?
Caught by surprise, I cried out in pleasure. I began shooting a load that I never thought was possible. I shot it clear over my head. The second shot landed on my face, the third splashed on my shirt. My whole body was thrown in to the orgasm as I felt it from the toes to the head. I shook and cried out again.
Fuck, that was the hottest cum shot I ever had in my young life, and after doing it about twice a day for the last five years, I knew that it was the best. There was something wrong. Something disturbing and I didn't want to think about it. I cleaned up the best i could with my now cum soaked t-shirt and headed upstairs.
As the evening went on, I became more and more interested in this nerdy, goofy kid. He kept popping up in my mind. I had to get out of the house and get him off my mind. It wasn't right. I wasn't fuckin' into some dude. And if I were into them, I sure as hell hoped it wouldn't be him.
Luckily, my friend Joe stopped by.
"Yo, what's up?" I asked as I opened the front screen door to let him in.
"Not much, man. Just was passing through the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by," he said.
Joe was a bit of a small guy himself. 5'4", about 120lbs, black hair, brown eyes, and, oh yeah, he was asian. Over the time we knew each other during high school, he had become my best bud.
"Well, cool, because I was just going to head out myself."
"Where were you going?" he asked.
I laughed. "Don't know, probably over to your house."
"You wanna come over to my place and get hammered? My parents are gone until Sunday," he said.
I always thought Joe was lucky. He was the youngest of the four kids and his parents were doing things for themselves now ,since he was old enough to watch out for himself, so they thought.
"Well, maybe not hammered, but I just need to get out," I said, wondering if I should tell Joe about the things that happened while I beat off this afternoon.
We left in his car for a short cruise to TGIF for some appetizers and ice cream, one of our favorite spots to go when we had nothing better to do. As soon as I got in his car, he started his usual interrogation.
"Oh, how was the first tutoring session?" he asked, laughing. "Did dork boy try to put the moves on you?"
"What is it with your fascination of this poor kid trying to put the moves on me?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"Nothin' man. I just want to know if what we thought was true."
"No, he didn't. He came over to my house, we got to the basement, I said something to him and then he ran out the door like a fuckin' idiot!" I said.
Joe just laughed.
"Dude, he has some serious issues," I said. "And I think he was checking me out..."
"Aw, man, that's just sick. I would've punched him."
"Dude, you wouldn't have. I know you too well for that shit. But, when I caught him like looking at me, you know, he ran out the door. He's a complete nut!" I exclaimed, laughing, now realizing how stupid it was.
"I guess you're not going to be tutored by him then?"
"No, bud, I gotta have his help. I need to pass the fuckin' class!" I said, in frustration.
"Steve, why the fuck did you take fuckin' Physics Honors anyway?"
"Because I took an honors science every freakin' year. I don't want to drop a level, man."
"Uh, my parent's won't let me," I said, softly.
"Fuck them, they don't know anything anymore. Just drop down the level and be with me!"
"Nah, dude, I gotta make it through. It's for me, dude. It's for me."
"Can't you get anyone else to help you?" He asked.
"No, no one I know is taking fuckin' Physics Honors."
"So, use you're fuckin' stud abilities and pick up a chick in the class," he said, smiling. "You never would fail at that."
"Dude, you know I'm with Jill. I can't be doing that shit behind her back."
"Well then, I guess your fucked!" he said, matter-of-factly.
"That's so funny that he's helping you, man. Well, what are you going to do now?" he asked, as we pulled into the parking lot.
"I don't know, bro. I need his help, and to be honest, I think it might do him some good to hang out with me."
"Woah....what do you mean by that?" Joe asked.
"I don't know, the kid is so out there, that it's....it's..."
"....Fuckin' lame?" Joe asked, laughing again.
I thought, fuck it, I'm not making excuses for the kid. "Yeah, I guess you got it right on the nose, buddy," I said.
We walked in the restaurant and were seated. The rest of the evening was spent talking about the usual things, girls, sports, whatever came into our eighteen year old minds. I must admit, he did make me forget about what happened earlier that day and he also cleared my mind of how much of a dork Josh really was.
However, the next day, I saw Josh walking towards me in the hallway. Suddenly, everything changed around me. He looked at me for a split second and everything went silent. There was a crowded hallway, but I only saw him. This couldn't be happening. He froze in his tracks. I looked at him. He didn't seem to know which way to go. So he just froze. I shook my head to clear my mind and the sound came back to me. I needed his help. I needed to play ball my senior year. So I put everything in the back of my mind (as I usually do) and walked towards him. That was his cue to walk the other way.
"Josh," I yelled, my deep voice echoing through the hall.
He didn't look back at me. I walked through the crowd of kids, and caught up to him.
"Josh!" I said, grabbing his shoulder.
He turned around and looked up at me, wide-eyed and in fear. "Don't slug me, man," he said, in a panic.
"Don't be such a freakin' dork, man. I need to see you after school today!" I said, firmly. "All right? Look, I'll even pay you on the side, man. I just need to fuckin' pass Physics okay?"
He looked up at me again and sighed. His gaze went from my face down to my chest.
"Okay?" I asked, again, not at all amused of this guy checking me out in front of everyone.
His head snapped back up and he looked into my eyes. His blue eyes show feared but he seemed to go limp. He shook his head yes.
"Thanks, bud, you'll be savin' my life," I said. "Meet me at the gym doors after school."
"What? You got plans? What are you gonna do? Have a chess club meeting to go to?" I asked without thinking. God, I can be so insensitive at times. I could see the hurt in his eyes.
"Sorry, bud, but, please. Meet me there!" I said as I walked away.
Well, every series needs its starting points. So there is mine. Send comments and suggestions to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com Thanks.