Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 13:23:53 -0800 (PST) From: Godia Forit Subject: The Jock and the Tutor Chapter 5 This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If you do download it please download the entire chapter including pre/post comments. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. This story also contains nudity, and descriptions of sexual behavior between underage boys. If you are uncomfortable reading such literature, or are not permitted to do so by the laws of your state, then please cease reading this material; the author will not be held responsible for your actions. If you have any comments about this story, please send them to: godia_forit@yahoo.com Because I write multiple stories please put the name of the story in the Subject line. P.S. Please remember that Nifty provides us with this service for your enjoyment. Go to this link and show your appreciation. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank You. Now that you have done that, sit back, Kleenex in hand and enjoy yourself. THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 5 Before we made it to the bottom of the steps the front door opened. It was Troy's mom coming home. My whole body went to the boiling point. "What if she had come home earlier?' I thought. Troy was the first in line and said, "Hi mom." Sherrie was next, "Hi!" I was last. I didn't say anything. I was too embarrassed to talk. "Hi kids." She replied back, "Are you okay Rodger? You looked flushed." That just made me blush harder if that was possible. Sherrie, the quick thinker, said, "He's okay. Troy was giving him a workout. You know, building up a sweat so he gets stronger." When I thought about the double meaning I got even redder. We were no sooner in the car when Sherrie started. "I really want to watch." "No way." I said. Troy said, "I don't care. I'm gay and I don't care who knows." Panic hit me yet again. I gasped. Sherrie said, "You can't do that to Rodger. You might be comfortable with whom you are but clearly Rodger is not. You have to keep this deep in the closet for his sake." I let out a breath of relief. I couldn't say it but thankfully Sherrie did. "In fact," she went on, "We could pretend date and no one would know what is really going on. In fact Rodger could come along and everyone would think we were just being nice to him." I turned and looked at Troy. I must have had a pleading look. Troy said, "Okay, When?" "After the game Friday night." she said. "Not after the game." He said, "I celebrate with the guys then. It will have to be Saturday night." I was kind of let down because he would be celebrating with the guys instead of being with me. But then again, I understood his bonding time with the team was important too. We got to Sherrie's house and as she got out she said, "See you at school tomorrow." Then she looked at me and added, "Are you okay?' I nodded and said, "I guess for now." "Call me if you need to talk." she said as she closed the door and ran to the house. I started to move over to the door and Troy grabbed my leg to stop me. The first thing was the feeling that bolted thru my body. At first I felt the heat of his hand so close to my crotch and then my brain took over. "I'm sorry Troy." I said, "I can't do this. Everyone will think I am gay." "So," he replied, "They will think that about me too, so what." "But with your size they won't do anything." I said, "With my size I will be creamed corn." "I would cream them if they ever laid a hand on you." "Give me some time and maybe I will get used to the idea. I still haven't accepted it yet let alone want anyone to know." He nodded and let go of my leg. I moved over and he drove to my house. We sat in front of my house for a few minutes. Neither one of us said anything. I wanted to kiss him so bad but was afraid someone would see us. Just as I got the nerve to kiss him my mother came out the front door. Instead I got out. "Tell Troy to come in. His parents are coming to dinner and he might as well stay." She yelled. I went from so down to as high as I could go instantly. I turned to say something to Troy but he was already getting out of his car. I ran around the car and almost jumped into his arms. I stopped and took his hand instead and pulled him towards the door. This was the first time he had been to our house. I couldn't wait to show him my room. "It's not big like yours," I said as we went up the stairs, "But then I'm not as big as you either." "You're just the right size." He said as he pinched my butt. "OUCH!" I yelled, "What did you do that for?" "Because it was swinging back and forth right there in front of me," he said, "and I couldn't stop myself. You want me to kiss it and make it better." It is a wonder I didn't fall down the steps. A hot shudder went thru my body thinking about him kissing my butt. I continued up the stairs and down the hall. My parents' bedroom was on the first floor. On the second floor were 4 bedrooms with 2 bathrooms connecting each pair of bedrooms. I think they call them Jack and Jill baths. My bedroom was on the right at the end of the hall. I choose this one because it was at the other end of the house as my parent's room. I have a younger brother who I share the bathroom with and an older sister who is away at college. Her room is at the other end of the hall. The night I started tutoring Troy my brother was at a friend's house. As soon as we were in the room Troy grabbed me, picking me up he spun around and pushed the door closed with my back. I couldn't say anything because he had his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. My legs were wrapped around him. My hard dick was against his stomach. I was grinding and was just getting to the point of no return. "What are you doing?" my little brother asked. Troy stopped but it didn't faze him. "We're wrestling." After putting me down, he grabbed my brother and dug his chin into my brother's neck. Robby squealed with laughter. He squirmed loose of Troy's grip, ran through our bathroom, slammed and locked his door. We could hear him still laughing through the door. "Sorry," Troy said, "I didn't know he could come through there. I thought it was like mine." It was then that Troy started looking around my room. "It will be fun to try to fit on your bed." I have a twin bed. My brother has the matching one in his room. "Holy cow!" Troy said. "You sure have a lot of books." I do not have bookshelves but I have books stacked from floor to ceiling all around the room except in front of the doors and windows. "Which ones have you read?" he asked. "All of them." I replied. "Really, all of them." He said, "No wonder you are so smart." "I retain most of what I read." I said, "It's a strange quirk of mine. My mother says it is a gift." He pulled Dan Brown's Digital Fortress from the stack, flipped it open and read, "Chapter 32, David Becker stood in the hallway outside room 301." "He knew somewhere behind the ornately carved door was a ring." I continued. "A matter of national security." "The." Troy said as he smiled at me, "The ring." I smiled back because I knew he was right. "Your parents let you read adult books?" "I've been reading Dan Brown since I was 9." Troy came over and pulled me into a hug. Not a passionate one but a soft loving hug. "The more I learn about you," he said, "the more I love you." I put my arms around him and hugged him the same way. We heard my brother unlock his door. We stepped back from each other. We both turned towards the bathroom. Robby slowly opened the door a little and looked towards us. We both just stood there. He ventured into the bathroom itself warily watching us. When he got to my door Troy jerked towards him like he was going to grab him again. Robby screamed and ran back to his room, closing and locking the door again. We both laughed. Troy sat on my bed. I went to my desk and sat. We were almost caught and I was afraid I couldn't control myself if I sat next to him. We just talked. We talked about school, about sports, which sport he liked to play best (all of them) and what colleges we wanted to go to. "I just want to go to the same one you do." I said. "No," Troy said, "It has to be one that is good in the field of study you want." "Well," I said, "I want to study you so it would have to be the same one you go to." He smiled as he shook his head. "I'm serious." He said, "What field do you want to go into? You should be a teacher but that would be a waste of your intelligence." "So teachers are dumb?" I replied. "That's not what I mean." Troy said, "Your IQ has to be so high that it should be used for something like curing cancer." "I do like exploring bodies, like yours for instance." Dad yelled up the stairs, "Wash up for supper boys." Robby burst into the bathroom. It sounded like he was breaking the door down. As he was washing his hands Troy and I went in to do the same. There were two sinks, one on each end of the counter. Troy and I shared my side while Robby used his. Troy flipped water over onto Robby. Poor Robby had this shocked look on his face. As far as Robby was concerned that was a challenge. He threw water back. It became an all-out battle. I dried my hands and went back to my bedroom before they attacked me. I watched them through the door. All of a sudden Robby turned to the toilet. He was doing the potty dance, bouncing up and down as he tried to open his jeans and get his penis out. Troy was laughing so hard. That didn't help because now Robby was laughing making it harder to concentrate on what he was doing. "You two are so childish." I said but I was laughing too. Thankfully Robby made it in time but just barely. Pee started coming out just as he pulled it out. Well as least I think he made it but I couldn't tell from where I was. "Don't forget to wash your hands again." I said to Robby. He was still draining his bladder when he said, "Why, it's my dick and pee, so what." "Yuck," Troy said while still laughing, "I'm not eating with you." "Because it is good hygiene to wash every time you go to the bathroom." I said. He finished then washed his hands again. I am sure it was because of Troy being there. It sucks having a 10 year old brother. As we went down the stairs Robby was first, followed by Troy doing 2 steps at a time and me last. My dad was standing there and said, "What was going on up there. It sounded like a war." "It was," I replied, "Troy and Robby were having a water fight in the bathroom." "You two better not have left a mess up there." my dad said. They both turned around and went back upstairs. My dad and I both laughed. If you have any comments about this story, please send them to: godia_forit@yahoo.com Because I write multiple stories please put the name of the story in the Subject line. Don't forget to support nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html