Date: Mon, 05 Sep 2005 21:46:29 -0400
From: dragonknight2222@aol.com
Subject: Tutoring the Football Jock Part 8

All the same disclaimers apply, there isn't any sex in this one, the
stories become more romantic and serious than I at first intended but oh,
well.

I finally decided to write more.  Special thanks to Rick, he was the straw
that broke the camels back.  So many people told me to write more, that I
am sick of it, here is the next chapter, read it, enjoy it, tell me if you
love it or hate, but don't tell me to write more(I'm already planning to).
Sorry again that it took so long.

My parents came home about an hour later.  The called up to me that they
had brought home leftovers.  I groaned in response and kissed Keith on the
cheek.  He was already waking up.
	I started getting dressed, pulling on my shorts and shirt when
there was a knock on my door.  My eyes went wide and looked at Keith,
half-naked in my bed.
	"Steven, are you in there honey,"
	I pushed Keith off the bed so that he was between the wall and the
bed hidden from view and tossed his clothes over to him as a ran to the
door.  I opened it only half way and saw my mother about to knock again.  I
immediately hugged her, "hi mom, I missed you, you said you brought food?"
	"Ye-e-s" she stuttered thrown off by my loquaciousness.  "Are you
okay sweetie?"
	"Yes, ma'am, I just, uh, had a fun time at Keith's last night.
He's got that new video game Warslugs 3."
	"Oh, is that his truck in the front?"
	"Crap!" I thought, "yeah, he's here right now."
	"Hold on, you said you were helping the boy study not playing video
games."
	"Um...well...what..."
	"Where is this kid anyways?" she gave me the
give-me-some-straight-answers look and my mind went totally blank.
	"Well, you see Mrs. Parker, we came here so that we wouldn't be
distracted by video games.  I'm sorry about parking in the front, do you
need me to move my truck."
	Keith, my lover and angel walked up behind me, his clothes a little
trussed up but his eyes were open and honest.
	"Your Keith?"
	"Yes, ma'am," She gave him her penetrating once over be for
smiling.
	"Well, its nice to meet you young man, I'm sorry my son didn't
introduce you like he should have," a scathing glare crossed over me, "you
don't have to move your truck we just wondered whose it was.  Your welcome
to anything in the kitchen, please make yourself at home.  I'll let you two
get back to studying."  She started to turn away giving me one final
this-isn't-the-end-this look.
	As her footsteps went away down the hall I jumped up and hugged
Keith.  He picked me up and we fell back on the bed.  His hands tickled me
for a minute before gripping me tightly.  We kissed again and then laid
back on my bed.
	"We really should be studying," I said.
	Keith groaned and then said, "alright. Pigtharlin Theory it is..."
	We studied for about another two hours when my dad walked in and
said it was getting pretty late.  Keith took the hint and started gathering
up the papers and pencils.  He yawned loudly and stretched as my dad walked
off somewhere, then dove on top of me and kissed me roughly.  He hefted my
whole body up and twirled me around like a dancer before dropping me on the
bed.  I laughed giddily.
	Then there was a quiet silence.  We looked at each other, "this
will be our first night alone," I said.
	After a pause he reached behind his neck and unclasped a small
silver crucifix.  "I'm not really religious, but I want you to wear this.
Whenever you go to bed kiss it and I'll be right in that bed with you,
wrapping my arms around you and kissing you back, okay."
	I put the crucifix on and then hugged him one last time as my dad
called my name loudly through the house.  I walked Keith to the door and
watched him drive off before facing my parents.  They were irate that they
had not seen me and only talked to me once in the past two days.  I
apologized and said that the past two days were really just a blur, which
they were, we had always been going somewhere or doing something.  Every
time we weren't studying we were having fun and I just didn't find the time
to call.
	My parents bought the bit of me being a tutor for free and that let
me get off with the promise to call them next time.  I spent the last half
hour of the night on a cloud wandering around the house daydreaming while
trying to perform small tasks at the same time.  I think I just wasted a
the half-hour and finally, finding all activities futile I fell into bed; a
huge smile on my face.
	I got up to turn the light off and then started to get sad.  Not
full fledged depressed like I was earlier, just a little lonely.  I missed
Keith.  I wanted to see him again.  "Tomorrow," I whispered, but that felt
like an eternity away.  I crawled under the covers feeling cold and empty,
like an abandoned toilet in some landfill.  I grasped for the crucifix and
brought it to my lips, kissing it.
	Suddenly, I remembered the past two days with clarity.  I could
imagine Keith's big arms surrounding me, holding me.  I was just about to
drift off to sleep when a sound of scuffling filled my ears.  The sound was
outside my window and I tensed up thinking it was a burglar.  My eyes
couldn't see through the dark, but I sensed motion by my window.  I froze,
grasping the crucifix, I wanted someone to help me, I wanted Keith.
	I kissed the crucifix wishing Keith were here to protect me, to
stand up for me like before, "Steven," I heard his voice.  My wish had come
true, only my love hadn't been magically teleported, instead his voice came
softly and sweetly from the invader.
	"Keith?" I queried.
	He stepped towards me and assumed his full height, his silhouette
was unmistakable, broad shoulder, bulging muscles, narrowed waste, and big
hands.  I jumped from the bed and into his arms, feeling at once safe and
warm.  He hugged me tightly and then let go to close the window.
	"What are you doing here?"
	"I forgot that my parents are still out of town.  So I figured I'd
crash here. My trucks parked a few blocks down, I'll get it in the morning
and pick you up for school."
	"Get undressed!" I yell-whispered to him, "It's late, you need your
rest for tomorrow's practice and I need to wake up early so I can make you
a big breakfast!"
	I couldn't see it, but I knew there was a wide grin on his face.
He was naked in a flash and spooning me a moment later.  We both agreed
we'd make to much noise if we had sex so instead we talked.  He told me he
was originally from some tiny town in Texas and had moved out here a year
ago so his parents could make more money.  His dad was mean, real
old-fashioned don't show emotion types.  His mother was also a little cold,
she spent too much time in Church and was brainwashed into seeing
everything as evil, except for him.  His parents both loved him and never
missed a football game.  He was an only child like me.
	He had never really thought of himself as gay, but never put much
thought into sex.  He knew he was supposed to like women and was just sort
of waiting for it to happen, but it never really did.  He joked around and
even dated a few girls in his time, but never had actual sex with them.
	"It just didn't feel right, ya know?"
	There was a pause.
	"So, why me?" I finally asked.
	"What do you mean?"
	"Keith, you're the hottest guy I've ever seen.  Now that I know you
you've also go the most golden heart imaginable.  Any guy or girl would
love you, would worship you, so why did you pick me?  What is so special
about me?"
	"Everything.  Your so strong, you don't let people get to you,
nothing ever seems to break you, not coach, not the guys on the football
team, nothing.  No matter how mean people are, you just sit there and pulse
with this kindness.  Your sweet to everybody, even me.  I'd seen you
before, I know I'd even given you shit like everyone else does, but you
jumped at the chance to help me, and it wasn't just because you thought I
was hot, you have a genuine drive to be nice to people.  The more I get to
know you and see how sweet you are, the more I just wanna kick the ass of
anybody who'd be mean or try to hurt you.  I want the world to see how
special you are.  Your like this little angel that I get to hold and I just
want to protect you and keep you safe forever."
	I faced him and kissed him and then rested my head on his arm,
tucked under his chin, and fell asleep.


Thanks to all readers, these stories are for you.  I enjoy getting feedback
at dragonknight2222@aol.com.  Thanks again- Steven