Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2001 18:14:26 EST
From: Dragonknight2222@aol.com
Subject: Tutoring the Football Jock Part 6

Tutoring the Football Jock
Part 6 The Discussion

Disclaimer: If you are underage or do not approve of homosexual sex between
two teenagers please leave.

To the Reader: Sorry this took so long, I know you may not like it, but it
will get better.  Don't worry.  Thanks for the emails, by the way.
Enjoy...

	We got out of the truck and walked tentatively inside my house.  I
was lost in my own thoughts, phrasing my question in a million ways, but
dismissing all of them.  He was lost in thought too, thinking of what I
wanted to ask and still feeling guilty about his friends.
	"Hungry?" I asked, trying to buy more time to think.
	He nodded, still miles away in his mind.  I prepared a snack for
him.
	He finally asked the question I had been dreading, "What did you
wanna talk about."
	I gave him a plate of food and we sat down, I opened my mouth, but
my thoughts scattered to the winds.  "I...I love you Keith..."
	"I love you too."
	"But...the thing is... well the truth of the matt..."
	"Come on Steven, spit it out," he said gently with a mouth full of
food.
	"I just want to be with you, that's all," my eyes lowered, that
wasn't the whole part of it, but I couldn't finish, my mouth went dry and I
went mute.
	"I wanna be with you too," he said, "I thought we were togeth...,"
he stopped as if some great revelation dawned on him, "oh... I thing I see
what you mean." More thinking on both of our parts, "you want to be open?"
	My hopes rose, I did want to be open, but not really open.  My head
swam in confusion, what did I want?  "I just want to be with you, tonight I
want to sleep with you, but..." my voice trailed off again.
	"But as soon as I'm done eating I'm gonna go home and not see you
ever again..." he paused after finishing my thoughts, then continued firm
and reassuring, "Steven, I wanna be with you too, and I'll always come back
for you.  Okay?"
	"Yeah...but... what is going to happen tonight?" I said, I gathered
my courage and said the thing I had been avoiding, "maybe we should tell
our parents."
	"NO," he said, "my parents would kick my ass.  I'd be kicked out of
the house!"
	"I know," I said, raising my voice to meet his, "I'd be killed
too. My parents would never understand, but at the same time, I want to be
with you tonight.  I just want to be with you, how can we do that!?"
	The room grew very quiet, we were angry at each other, but we knew
we shouldn't be.  I didn't want to tell my parents shit, but I didn't think
we could spend each night at each other's house. And the thought of
sleeping without hearing his snoring was horrible, without feeling his warm
body, unbearable, without seeing his eyes open in the morning, wretched.
	He got up and began to leave.  My eyes went wide in horror,
"please, don't" I said in a voice I couldn't even hear.  He saw my lips
move but didn't say a word.  I remember the door slamming shut, as I heard
the stereo blare and the car drive off I sank to the floor.  If I had I
knife in my hand, I knew I would've slit my throat, but I didn't.  Instead
I gathered up my knees to my chest and cried, softly and quietly, but I
cried none the less...

	Well what do you think? On second thought, don't tell me, I can
guess.  Don't worry the story is just beginning.  Please email any
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