Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 18:38:03 EDT
From: Dragonknight2222@aol.com
Subject: Tutoring the Football Jock- Part 4

Tutoring the Football Jock- Part 4

Disclaimer: Alright, if you don't like or approve of homosexual sex between
two teenagers then please leave.  You will not enjoy the following.  All
persons under the age of 18, even if you approve of the above, please
leave, you shouldn't be here.  However, that never scared me off, so
enjoy...

To the Reader: I know I said Part 3 would be it, but a bunch of people
twisted my arm into doing this.  Since it has been about a week, the
characters may sound a little out of character, sorry.  There isn't a lot
of sex in this one, and though there is a sex scene its kind of vague
compared to the other stuff.  I know it is romantic, if you just want bump
and grind, go read XXX-Men instead, that story is designed for beaters like
y'all.  If, instead, you want this more romantic story, then enjoy...

	I woke up the next day feeling warm and safe.  When I opened my
eyes I could see why?  Keith was sleeping like a baby his thick meaty arms
wrapped around me, protectively.  I snuggled up next to him and was just
about to fall asleep when the phone rang.  Keith shifted with when he heard
the first ring, and slowly and very groggily got up to answer it on the
second ring.  I rolled over and watched his cute muscular but walk quickly
to his desk.  He answered the phone in a surprisingly upbeat and awake
tone.

Keith gave a bunch of affirmative answers, while I looked at his room.  I
saw posters of various football and rock stars, he had a small but neat
desk, his closet door was open showing old toys and board games dusty from
lack of use, there was a television and VCR in the corner.  It looked like
any kids room, "but it wasn't any kids room," I thought, "it was Keith's,
beautiful, handsome, kind, loving, Keith's..."

I tuned and looked over at him when he set the phone down.  He walked over
to the bed and rolled on top of me.  I just started to laugh when he
suddenly kissed me.  There wasn't any tongue this time, instead it was one
of those kisses you see at the end of a Disney movie, I swear I could hear
the big orchestra chiming in at that moment.  I melted into his arms as we
broke our kiss.  He laid down next to me, with his head on his arm as my
eyes followed him.

"Well my parents need to stay another couple of nights in Detroit, their
negotiations meeting is going a little longer than expected.  I'm not to
have any parties and no more than one friend over at a time," he said with
that deep rich voice of his.

I was a little scared, at first I thought he was going to say something
like, "get out of here Steven, I'm gonna get my girlfriend to come over."

He saw the nervousness in my eyes and smiled kindly, warmly, "want to play
hooky, today?"

The thought brought a smile to my lips, but then I thought about reality.
"What did you tell my parents last night?"

"I'm gonna go brush my teeth okay," he said getting up, "I told your
parents that you were helping me study and I asked you to spend the night
because I still didn't understand the geometry.  They asked if you needed
anything, but I said you could wear some of my clothes, even though they'd
be a little big.  They asked to talk to you, but I told them you were in
the bathroom, so they just asked you to call them later."

I rolled on my back listening to the water running and thought about what
to do, "I'll call them now, tell them I'm okay."

I called my parents and told them what was happening and that Keith would
take me to school and home since I helped him.  They sounded half-dead from
sleep, so just yawned and okay and hung up.  I brushed my teeth slipped on
a big T-shirt from Keith's closet, and bounded off downstairs in search of
him.  I suddenly stopped and followed the sound of frying bacon.  It led me
to the kitchen where Keith was cooking breakfast.  He was currently cussing
out the eggs for burning while grease splattered on to him from the bacon.
I giggled and rushed to his rescue, turning the temperature down to keep
the bacon grease from flying onto the ceiling and stirring the eggs faster
to keep them from burning.  He looked a little embarrassed by his lack of
domestic skills; I just smiled at him and asked him to set the table.

I served him a big plate of eggs and bacon and asked him what time it was;
he said 8:00.  My eyes went wide, we really were gonna play hooky, and
worse the school was about to call my mom to see if I was supposed to be
absent.  "Do you have the school's phone number?" I asked quickly.  He
nodded saying it was in the personal phone book by the phone.  I quickly
called the school and for the first time I can remember thanked God for my
voice.  You see on the phone everyone thought I was mom, my grandparents,
my uncles, my mom's friends, even my friends, could never tell the
difference.  I told them that Steven was sick today and that he would have
to stay home.

After hanging up I looked over at Keith, he was smiling at me.  A
mischievous smile, but a smile, "you know," he said, cunningly, "I'm really
horny, and I think I need a sweet piece of ass for my dick,"

My eyes went wide in mock horror as he stood up, his body was naked and his
cock was hard as a rock.  "No, no please," I cried out feigning fear.  I
ran away from him, but soon got lost in the strange house.  He backed me
into a corner and "forced" me to go down on his cock.

He pulled out roughly and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me into a
room with a bed.  I cried out trying to get lose and then was thrown onto
the bed.  I pretended to struggle but he pounced on me, I laughed as he
kissed me neck, sucking on the smooth flesh there.  "Can I fuck you?" he
whispered, it wasn't a game now, he was afraid I'd be to hurt from last
time.

I just smiled at him, amazed that anyone could care so much.  Honestly,
with a raging cock and his young hormone filled body, it wouldn't have
surprised me if he fucked me until I died, but he didn't, he asked if it
was okay.  I kissed him with a tongue this time and nodded my approval.  He
smiled and flipped me over on my stomach, standing me on all fours, and
spit on his dick.  His spit in addition with mine was more than enough
lubricant, and he slowly slipped his dick into my pink hole.  I shut my
eyes against the pain, but it faded faster than ever thanks to last nights
events.  "Wow," Keith exclaimed, "your still so tight."

I heard his words, but I don't think I understood them then.  He had found
my spot and he knew it, he was deliberately hitting it again and again
causing waves of ecstasy to surge through my body.  I remember him
collapsing from orgasm, but I was so far in heaven everything else was a
blur.  His cock softened just a little, but he didn't pull out.  Instead he
rolled over on his side, with me still on his cock and now on my side next
to him.  He wrapped around me and kissed the back of my head.  His dick no
longer touched my button, but I was ecstatic just to have it in me.

The rest of the day went like that.  We fucked and sucked each other in
every room.  He made sandwiches for lunch and ordered pizza for dinner.  We
watched TV cuddled together and so scary movies while we ate pizza.  He
showed me his pool and we had a wonderful swim together, getting fucked
underwater was one of the most erotic things I had ever done.  I know we
collapsed into exhausted naps more than once that day.  Night was the best
though, he sucked my cock, something he had never thought he'd do.  I
didn't ask him, but he felt obligated to because he did so much to me, I
told him it was okay, but he blew me anyway.  It was the best blow job I
ever had.  I told my mom I was staying over with him again.  Then I fell
away into a blissful sleep, cuddled up next to him, with his big meaty arms
around me.  I didn't know what we would do tomorrow, but I knew he'd be
there to do it with me, so I was happy.


Well, what do you think? Yes, there will be another run in with the coach,
that is tomorrow when they go back to school.  I don't know when I'll have
time to write the story though.  Please tell me if you liked this one, the
rule from Part 1 still applies; I'll only keep writing if y'all want me
too, okay.  So email me at dragonknight2222@aol.com. Thank you...