Brad's Tutorials

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Hi everyone,

This is a story, the beginnings of which, Nick and I fabricated while sitting in the Campus Grill one day when a group of high school students and their parents were given a tour of the University. As part of their tour, they were treated to a lunch at the Campus Grill. Nick and I sat and checked out the cutest boys. We picked two and then we began our story. One was a very intense looking dark haired boy, very attractive and athletic looking; I named him Brad. The other was a very cute, athletic looking, sandy brown haired boy who Nick named Jason. After we gave them names we started out story. The next evening, while running, and before we had an opportunity to relieve each other's pent up tensions, we built upon our story. This went on for a couple of days.

Sometimes, when we get to the end of a story Nick will come up with an ending that is far better than what I've thought of. Other times I'll come up with the ending. Sometimes, and that is what happened this time, we can't agree. This time we came up with five endings and none of them satisfied both of us. So, he asked, out of fairness to him, that I include all five endings.

Now, the one thing that I pride myself on, and it's not my spelling or typing abilities, is that the characters in my stories are typically, complex, conflicted, and confused, but also consistent. Often, when I write a story and come to an ending that I like, I find that I have to go back and re-write much of the story so as to bring the character and the reader to that ending. When there are five endings that is very hard to do. Also, more often than not, my stories are not erotic. This one is. And, often they do not have to do with gay themes. This one does.

So, let me say from the outset that as much as I would like to have made Brad a more conflicted character or a less devious character, or perhaps a more empathetic character in order to fit one of the ending, in doing so, I would have made the other endings less enjoyable. So, Brad suffers, and so does the reader, as I try to embrace all five ending.

It would be fun to know which ending you like the best. In truth, there are only two different ending. One I came up with. One Nick came up with. Then, in an effort to try to find a common ending we came up with three other ending which seem to me to be variations, or extensions of the first two ending we thought of.

I've tried to arrange the ending, not in the order they were thought of, but in a way that would be the least confusing to the reader.

I hope you enjoy the story.

By the way, this is finals week and we've finished our finals, but I have papers to grade and Nick still has one paper to write. So, (as you know I write this stuff as an escape from the anxieties of graduate school), once again, one quick proofing is all it is going to get. So, reader beware! Oh yeah, I did get into it, to it is long, so I broke it down into three chapters.

"Brad's Tutorials." By Nick D. and Jeff Hunter.

Chapter One

Brad Johnson, now a senior, had earned his way to the top of the pecking order at Crawford High School, in Texas. He made it into the in group' soon after entering high school. He went out for football his freshman year and was the second string quarterback for the junior varsity team. Although he had to be deferential to almost everyone else in the in group', he was on his way to being the top dog.

Brad had all of what it would take to eventually be the `big man on campus'. He was athletically gifted. His body was developing into what boys his age dreamt of; tall, lean but muscular with definition, and smooth. And to his delight, he had the type of penis that made him look hung when it was flaccid. However, his greatest gift was his charisma. He walked with a swagger and with an air of confidence that masked a deep rooted insecurity and anxiety about his manhood.

As his popularity grew so did his abuse of those he deemed to be `weak'. At the beginning of his second semester as a freshman, he and friends entered the gym as a group of freshman boys were finishing their showers after a gym class. One boy began to dress at a locker near Brad's. As the boy, Mark was his name, dropped his towel and bent down to put on his jockey shorts, Brad noticed a large brown stain on the seat of Mark's underwear. Brad announced, so that everyone in the locker room could hear, "Fuck, dude, haven't you learned how to wipe your ass after you shit." Everyone standing in the row of lockers where Mark now stood naked and blushing began to point and laugh. Brad yelled, "Hey, SKID Mark, dude, you should at least change your underwear once a week." Again, there was a roar of laughter. It did not help matters that Mark began to cry as he put on his shirt and pants, picked up his shoes and ran out of the locker room.

Brad and Mark had classes together and Brad delighted in tormenting Mark. Everyone called him Skid. One day Brad spotted Mark walking home from school. Brad ran up to Mark and said, "Hey Mark,"

Mark turned and looked at Brad and turned bright red, "Fuck you; leave me alone."

"Wait up. I have something you want and you have something I want. Let's make a deal."

"You don't have anything I want," Mark said angrily as he continued to walk away.

Brad kept pace with him, "Yes, I do. I can stop giving you shit and get everyone else to stop. Basically, we'll all just ignore you, like you don't even exist."

Mark's lower lip began to tremble. It's not what every kid wishes for, but that would be better than the humiliation he was suffering. "So, what do I have that you want?"

Brad tapped his index finger against Mark's forehead and said, "A paper. I want you to write my end of term paper in English. I want an A' paper. That's the only way I can get a B' in the class."

"You want me to write your English paper and you'll leave me alone."

"For the rest of the year. Yeah."

"What about next year. Am I going to be Skid Mark again?"

"Hey, I might need another paper next year. Besides, you know it could get even worse if you don't do the paper."

In an economy based in power, humiliation becomes the coinage. So, Mark agreed and Brad made sure no one berated Mark any longer.

By the time Brad was a senior, he was at the top of the `in group'. He was the quarterback of his high school varsity football team. And, in Texas, that counted for a lot. So far this year his team won all the games they played. He was dating the prettiest and most popular girl at Crawford High School, who was on the cheerleading squad. And, he was his class president. However, once again, he was feeling the pressure of grades. He had been able to eek out a 3.0 overall GPA, but had just failed his first Physics exam. Academics were never his forte; athletics were. And, he knew that his football skills were not going to be enough to earn him acceptance and the type of scholarship he would need to attend the college he had his heart set on.

Brad, as well as his mother, hoped that his athletic skills would earn him a football scholarship at a major university. But, as far as he knew, as of yet, he had not been scouted by anyone. He was sure he would be accepted into State College and could play football. But, he had hopes of a career in the NFL and knew it would help if he played ball at a school in the top twenty of NCAA football. He had sent letters of intent to all top twenty colleges. In return, he received an application, and a college bulletin. He knew the competition was tough and that along with athletic abilities, grades counted.

Brad's mother, a coffee shop waitress, ignoring Brad's protestations, called Crawford High and asked for a list of possible Physics tutors. At the top of the list was the name, Jason Offenbach.

Jason was also a senior at Crawford High School. He and Brad were once friends in middle school; best friends. But when they entered high school, Brad and Jason began moving in different circles. Whereas Brad made the junior varsity football team, Jason joined the gymnastics team. Whereas Brad started dating the most popular girls in his class and quickly lost his virginity, Jason focused on tumbling, the rings and high bar and his studies. Whereas, by their senior year, Brad was recognized by everyone and sought after by most, Jason preferred the protection of anonymity.

Mrs. Johnson called Jason and asked him if he could find the time to tutor Brad. She said she would pay him for his time but he would have to promise to keep their sessions a secret or Brad would not accept his help. Jason agreed. Brad grudgingly called Jason to arrange their meetings.

"Hey Jase."

"Hi."

"My mom called you?"

"Yeah; she said you'd call."

"I caught a couple of gymnastic meets this year." Brad's girlfriend, being on the cheerleading squad attended gymnastic home meets.

"Really?"

"Yeah; you're doing good."

Jason thought, `you need tutoring in English, too', but did not say anything.

Brad asked, "So, when do you think we can get together?"

Jason thought and said, "Well, we both have practice after school. I guess I usually get out a little earlier than you guys, but I could wait around."

"Ah, I'd rather not do this at school. We could do it here. I could just cut out right after practice. It seems like a shower at school always takes about an hour; bullshitting, horsing around, hanging out."

"How far behind are you?" Jason asked.

"I'm lost. I think I got lost right after the first chapter."

"Okay. Well, we probably need a couple of hours, twice a week, don't you think? At least, until you are caught up," Jason explained.

Brad felt tension in his jaw. "Which days do you think?"

"I compete on Wednesdays. You play on Fridays. By the way, I've been at all the football games and it's very exciting to watch you play. You're good."

"Thanks Jase. Thursdays would be tough, the day before a game. So, that leaves Mondays and Tuesdays," Brad said.

"What about Saturdays?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, I guess, but could we make it in the morning. I'd hate to waste the afternoons."

Jason shook his head as he repeated to himself, `waste the afternoon'. "When do you get up?"

"On Saturdays? When I wake up. But, let's just say ten. I like to sleep-in the day after a game."

Jason thought, `you mean after a night of partying'. "Okay. So, let's say Tuesday after practice. I'll meet you at your house at four thirty. And, I'll be at your house at ten on Saturdays."

"Sounds good. So, I'll see you tomorrow at four-thirty," Brad said.

"Sounds good."

They hung up.

Brad stared at the telephone. He felt angry. He thought Jason sounded smug. Although he had coerced people into helping him in the past, this felt different. When Brad had to ask for help rather than having the leverage to demand it, he felt inferior; a feeling that Brad could not bear. Having to ask Jason for help felt like pouring salt on a wound.

Jason also sat staring at the telephone. He had mixed feelings about spending time with Brad. He remembered the last time he was at his house. It was always a difficult memory.

On Tuesday Jason and Brad seemed to cross each other's path more often than they remembered they had in the past. They made uncomfortable eye contact, but did not acknowledge each other.

Jason left practice early. He drove home before heading to Brad's house. He sat in his room struggling with his decision to tutor Brad. He thought about calling and canceling. However, he stood, picked up his Physics books and notes and walked to his car. He's not going to intimidate me again.

When Jason arrived at Brad's house he noticed that Brad's car was not there. He rang the bell at the front door, but no one answered. His heart was pounding in his chest and his mouth was dry. It was four-twenty; he sat on the front porch remembering `the day'.

That summer had been an eventful summer. Both Brad and Jason were thirteen years old. They were the best of friends. People always joked that where one went the other would follow. During a sleep over at Brad's house at the beginning of the summer, the boys played strip poker, exposing their erections to each other for the first time. They measured each other; Brad was sporting 6.5 inches to Jason's 6.0 inches. They were both cut. Later that summer, they, daring each other, masturbated while the other watched. By summer's end they masturbate with each other almost daily.

The day' was a hot summer's day. They rode their bikes back from the local creek where they had been skinny dipping with friends. Brad's mother was at work. As had become their pattern, they talked about their need to nut'. Within minutes they were naked. Brad and Jason moved Brad's dresser of drawers that sat in the corner of his room. They lifted the corner of the wall-to-wall carpet and found his stash of fuck magazines.

They sat across from each other, naked and erect and began to peruse the porn. Brad talked about how he wanted to try this or that as he slowly ran his fingers over his erection. Jason watched.

Brad said, "I wonder what it would feel like to have someone else jerk me off. I bet it's awesome."

Jason agreed. "I'd nut in five seconds," he said and laughed.

Brad said, "You want to touch each other?"

Jason felt a heat pulse through his body. His erection immediately became so hard it felt painful. He had wanted to touch Brad's dick for months. "I guess; if you do."

Brad moved closer to Jason and asked, "You want me to touch you first?" Jason nodded. Brad put his fingers on Jason's erection and began stroking it. Jason reached across Brad and took hold of Brad's erection. Both boys moved closer to each other as they enjoyed the feel of each other's hand.

Jason was the first reach orgasm. He moaned loudly as his legs tensed and spasmodic eruptions of cum shot all over him and Brad's arm and leg. Brad gave Jason a look of distain, but his own orgasm was close at hand. Jason wrapped his fingers around Brad's hard-on and again began masturbating him. As Brad felt his climax become inevitable he leaned toward Jason as he rolled his hips toward him. Jason moved himself closer to Brad, understanding that Brad's intention was to spray him with his cum.

Brad began thrusting his hips toward Jason as Jason lay beside Brad. When Brad reached orgasm he arched his back toward Jason and watched as his cum splashed all over Jason's chest and neck.

Brad lay down on the floor. Jason sat up and looked at Brad's spunk clinging to his body. It was thick, white and ropey much like his. He ran his finger through the biggest beads of cum. He felt the most powerful desire to taste it; but he did not. Jason's trance was broken by the sound of Brad's voice.

"That was awesome, dude," Brad said while he stroked his dick. "I'm still hard. How about you?"

Jason turned and exposed his still erect dick. "Yeah, that was really fun."

Brad got to his feet and went into the bathroom. Jason followed him. They used toilet paper to wipe each other's cum off their bodies. Brad stood over the toilet and began to pee, Jason moved, standing beside him and did the same. They both tried to pee into each other's stream of piss without missing the bowl. They smiled at each other.

When they returned to the bedroom, Brad sat down and began again thumbing through a magazine. Typically, their jerk off sessions ended after they both came, but Brad began stroking his dick again. Jason, feeling confused with desire, again sat across from Brad. He knew he felt a curiosity about Brad's body, but something was different. The intensity of his desire frightened him; frightening him so much, that his body began to tremble. He sat staring at Brad who was turning pages with one hand and stroking his dick with the other.

Brad looked up at Jason and said, pointing to a picture of a woman sucking a man's penis, "Man, that's got to feel awesome, don't you think?"

Jason nodded. He felt his insides shaking.

"I'll do it to you, if you'll do it to me," Brad said.

Jason sat staring at the picture. He looked up at Brad and then again at the picture.

Whatever the appropriate time for an affirmative response to Brad's question was, it passed. Brad felt the heat of humiliation pass over his body.

"I was only kidding," Brad said angrily. "I'm not gay. I just wanted to see what you'd say."

Jason sat frozen. There was nothing more that he wanted to do, so he was coming to understand, than suck on Brad penis, but he could not move.

"I'd never do something like that. But, I think you would, wouldn't you."

Jason shrugged. "I'll do it if you want to."

"Forget it. I'm no queer. But here," he said, getting up on his knees and hold up his dick, "suck on it all you want."

Jason sat staring at Brad, shaking his head, as tears filled his eyes.

Brad laughed. "I always knew you were queer. Come on suck on my dick," Brad said disparagingly.

Jason stood and began dress. "I'd only do it if you did."

"Yeah, but I'd never do it. Only a queer would suck another guy's dick."

"I'm not a queer," Jason said half heartedly. "Stop saying that."

Jason left Brad's house that day having experienced, for the first time, the power of his homosexual desires, and his vulnerability to attack. He went home, crawled into bed and cried.

He picked up his backpack and began to step off the porch when he noticed Brad's car pull into the driveway.

Brad was still wearing his gym clothes. He stepped out of the car and nodded toward Jason. As they approached each other, Brad put out his hand. "It's been a while," he said.

Jason shook Brad's hand and said, "Yeah," as his lower lip began to tremble. He followed Brad into the house.

As they entered Brad's bedroom, he said, "I should take a quick shower. I'm filthy and I stink. I'll only be a minute."

Jason said, "Cool, I'll get stuff ready," putting his backpack down on Brad's bed. As Brad stripped down to his jock strap, Jason pulled his Physics book, his notebook, a Physics workbook and a pad of paper from his backpack and laid them on the desk. He tried not to look in Brad's direction.

Brad left the room, went into the bathroom and showered. When he returned to the bedroom he was wrapped in a towel.

Brad and Jason had similar athletic builds. However, Brad was about 5 foot 11 inches, while Jason was no more than 5 foot 9. Jason weighed 140 and was solid muscle. Brad weighed approximately the same. They were both smooth all over except for patches of pubic and underarm hair. Their arms, shoulders, chests and abdominals were lean and defined. What they also had in common was a feral grace which worked well for them in their chosen sport and their sexual exploits.

But, other than their builds, they looked nothing alike. Brad had dark brown straight hair which he wore long and combed back. His brows were thick, and lashes long, accentuating his big brown eyes. His nose was strong and his lips were full. His was strikingly handsome.

Jason had sandy brown hair which he kept cut shot, thin brows and blond lashes which framed his hazel green eyes. His nose was straight and sat over a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. He had a boyish look about him and was described by many at adorable, cute or gorgeous.

When Brad entered the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, he was carrying a dish. He said, "My mother made us sandwiches; chicken salad. She said that she remembered that you always liked her chicken salad." He put down the dish on the desk and said, "I'll get us some milk," and left the room.

Jason watched as Brad walked away. He had watched Jason develop physically. They often crossed paths in the showers at school. Jason felt his face flush and his stomach churn. Brad returned to the room, pulled off his towel and put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. He sat down beside Jason. "How are we going to do this?" He took a sandwich and handed it to Jason.

Jason took a deep breath and said, "Ah, well, we should go through each chapter slowly." He turned to Brad and said, "Look, Brad; more than half the class did not do well on the exam."

"Yeah, but you did."

Jason shrugged. "I've just got the kind of brain that gets this stuff. But, it's not easy. So, we'll go through each chapter and take our time. The thing about it is that if you get confused or lost and just move on you won't get what comes next." Brad nodded. "So, we'll go through each section of each chapter and then work the section problems. Then when we've finished a chapter we'll work the chapter problems and then we'll do the workbook."

"That's going to take a lot of time."

"That's what I did, and I think if you do that, you'll get an `A', too."

"I doubt it."

As they began their work, Brad began taking notes. Jason said, "No, don't take notes. That will only distract you. I'll write down stuff and you can keep what I write down. I'll go through it slowly and step by step."

Brad nodded, put down his pencil and felt tightness in his jaw. He began to feel talked down to, instructed as if he was some kind of animal in training. He swallowed hard. Jason began at the beginning and when he asked Brad if he understood, Brad, of course, nodded; even when he did not. When they finished a section and began the problems, Brad was lost. Again, the heat of humiliation washed over Brad's body. He swallowed hard as sweat gathered over his lip.

"Let's go back," Jason said.

"I can't do this," Brad said angrily.

"Yes, you can," Jason said. Brad glared at him. "I've never tutored anyone before. I guess I'm not doing this right. But, you'll get it, I promise."

Brad tried to concentrate, but it was difficult. They stopped after they finished the first two sections of the first chapter. Brad was finally able to pay attention and able to finish the section problems. "Good job," Jason said. Brad felt patronized.

On Saturday Jason arrived exactly at ten. Brad was asleep. Brad heard the doorbell ringing, jumped out of bed, ran to and opened the front door with his morning wood pushing hard against the cotton of his Calvin Klein jockey shorts. "Come on in," he said to Jason. He noticed Jason noticing his erection. Without shame he stood tall and moved his hips forward. He was proud of his seven inch hard-on and the thought of teasing Jason with it excited him. Jason quickly glanced away.

Their tutoring sessions proceeded as scheduled. Brad began to relax around Jason and found that he was able to make sense of what he was being taught. They were making good progress; trying to get caught up before the next mid-term.

Brad continued to win his football games.

By the Tuesday before the Monday of the next Physics exam Brad was finally caught up with the class. As Jason left, Brad suggested they spend three or four hours on Saturday studying for the test. Brad was feeling good about himself and all that he had accomplished since his last exam. But, those good feelings would not last long. That evening he found out that his girlfriend had been seeing someone else. His first reaction was rage, then confusion which led to distraction.

Friday he lost his first game. And, it was his loss. He completed only ten percent of his attempted passes and threw three interceptions. He was finally taken out of the game at the end of the third quarter.

Saturday morning Jason thought about calling Brad and canceling their tutoring session. He knew Brad well enough to know that, with the break-up which everyone knew about, and the loss of the game, Brad would be vicious. Jason thought of Brad as the man abused at work by his boss who then went go home and kicked his dog. Jason did not want to be the dog today. But, he also thought, it might not be the right time to bail out on him either.

Jason dressed, gathered his books, drove to Brad's house, took a deep breath and rang the bell. As usual, Brad was asleep. He opened the door, did not say a word and walked back into his bedroom. Jason followed. Brad threw himself back onto his bed. Jason sat at the desk.

Jason asked, "Do you want to do this today or would you rather put it off until tomorrow?" Brad did not answer. Jason sat and waited. Brad got up, pulled off his briefs and walked bare-assed pass Jason who watched from the corner of his eye.

"Why don't you make us some coffee?"

Jason got up and walked into the kitchen. Brad sat in front of his computer waiting for it to boot. He inserted a CD and then turned off the monitor. He then went into the bathroom and showered with the bathroom door open. When he was done he glanced into the kitchen where he saw Jason pouring two cups of coffee.

"I take milk and sugar," Brad yelled out. He went into his bedroom with his towel wrapped around his waist. He hit a couple of keys on his computer and then waited for Jason.

"I put one teaspoon of sugar, is that okay?" Jason said, as he set the coffee down on the desk. Brad nodded and then walked back into the bathroom. A minute later he returned to the bedroom and picked up his coffee and took a sip. Jason noticed that Brad was sporting a hard-on under his towel. Brad put his coffee down and pulled his towel off himself and began drying his hair. Jason tried desperately not to stare.

Brad caught glimpses of Jason glancing at his dick. He smiled and said, "Jason, I know you're gay. And I know you want it." He touched his dick.

"You don't know anything. And, I'm not gay."

"Yes you are. And I do know." Taking a wild guess and having heard rumors, Brad added. "You and that guy last summer. I know all about it," Brad said putting down his towel. He sat down, still naked, and stared at Jason. Brad's heart was pounding in his chest. Come on, bite.

"Bullshit. There's no way you could know about that," Jason felt his face flush and his stomach churn.

Gotcha!! "You suck a guy's cock and you don't think he might tell anyone. And I heard you're pretty good at it, too," Brad said smiling.

"Who are you talking about?" Jason asked feeling lightheaded. Sweat gathered above his upper lip which began to tremble. He and one of his teammates had a short affair last summer, but he promised never to tell anyone.

"Fuck, Jase, how many guys were you giving head to last summer?"

"Who told you?"

"You just did," Brad said and laughed.

Jason stood up and picked up his books. "Fuck you." He felt himself panicking.

"So you're gay. It's cool with me. Where are you going?" Brad said laughing as he stood between Jason and his bedroom door. He took hold of his dick and began stroking it as he smiled.

"Yeah, like you expect me to believe you are okay with me being gay," Jason answered. Tears filled his eyes. "I knew you'd find some way to dump on me. Your girlfriend is fucking someone else, you blow a game and I knew I was going to be the one you'd take it out on. If you think I'm going to hang around here for this you've got to be crazy."

"Why is it that me telling you that I know you are gay, taking anything out on you? So you're gay," Brad said, watching Jason glancing down at Brad's erection.

"If you tell anyone I'll deny it," Jason said as he pushed past Brad and walked out of his room. "I'll deny that I was ever here." Brad turned to his computer and hit a couple of keys. He heard the front door close as Jason left.

Jason was almost home when his cell phone rang. He answered, "Brad, just leave me alone, okay?"

"Come on back."

"No."

"Come on back. You agreed to help me."

"No."

"If you don't everyone is going to know and you won't be able to deny it," Brad said. Then Jason heard his recorded voice over the phone. He pulled his car to the curb and listened to the conversation he had just had with Brad. Then he heard Brad say, "I've attached the recording to an email addressed to everyone on the gymnastics team and half the people in our class. I'm sure they'll email it to everyone else." Brad waited for a response. "Come on back. I need help with a couple of things; Physics being one of them." The phone went dead.

Jason sat in his car and cried. He knew Brad and he knew that Brad would email everyone.

He turned his car around and drove back to Brad's house. He rang the bell. Brad opened the door, again wrapped in a towel. "Calm down dude. I'm not going to bust you. You've kept your mouth closed about tutoring me so I'll keep mine close about you being gay."

"So then why the recording?"

"Leverage; just in case you decided to tell anyone or in case you walk out like you just did."

"But I hadn't told anyone and I wouldn't have walked out if you hadn't started this," Jason said walking back to Brad's room.

As Jason put his books down on the desk, Brad closed the bedroom door. Jason sat down and opened his backpack and then noticed Brad standing naked beside him. Jason looked up at Brad and said, "What are you doing?" Brad was stroking his dick.

"You know you want it," Brad said, moving closer to Jason. "And I've been wanting you to have it ever since that day."

"No way," Jason said feeling his stomach churn.

Brad laughed and said, "Way," and moved closer to Jason.

"Forget it,"

"I told you I need help with something. And you know you've wanted it for years. Suck it or the email goes out."

Jason wanted to get up and run, but Brad was right. He did want Brad, but not this way. His heart beat so heard it felt like it might jump out of his chest. His face was flush and his dick was hard. Brad moved closer. His dick was just inches from Jason's hand. Brad moved closer until his erection was pushing against Jason's hand. Jason sighed. "Yeah, I knew you wanted it." Brad put his hand on Jason's shoulder and pushed him down to his knees. Then Brad put his hand behind Jason's head and pulled Jason toward his dick. Jason resisted, pushing back against Brad's hand. Brad pulled Jason toward him, again. "Go ahead, it'll be our secret. You don't know how many times I thought about you doing this."

Jason opened his mouth and started sucking Brad's dick eagerly. "Oh yeah, suck on it." Jason moaned as he started to deep throat Brad's seven inch rock hard penis. Brad pulled his dick out of Jason's mouth and ran it over his face. He put his cock up against Jason's lips, as Jason opened his mouth to take in Brad's dick, Brad pulled it away and laughed and said, "Yeah, I knew you wanted it," and then pulled Jason's head toward him and pushed his dick deep down Jason's throat.

Jason sucked wildly on Brad's erection. Brad held Jason's head slowing him down at times so as to make his first man-on-man blow job last. Jason, hungry for Brad's cum, took hold of Brad's hard-on and began stroking it as he bobbed up and down on it. Brad pulled Jason's hand off his dick and said, "Just your mouth. Work for it. I've got a huge load waiting for you. Nice and thick, just the way you love it."

Brad bent down and pushed his hand into Jason's crotch. He felt Jason's dick push back. He looked down at Jason and smiled, "Yeah, I knew you'd love it." Brad pulled his dick out of Jason's mouth and said, "Lick my balls." Jason did. "Get naked," Brad ordered. Jason looked up at Brad. "Now," he ordered, "get naked."

Jason stood up, took off his shoes and socks, stood up and pulled off his shirt. He looked at Brad and then dropped his pants. He swallowed hard and pulled down his boxer briefs and stepped out of them. Brad stepped back and looked Jason over. "Fuck, dude, you're bigger than me. How big is that thing?"

"About eight inches."

Brad walked around Jason inspecting his body. "Gymnastics has been good for you."

"Thanks. Football has certainly been good for you."

Brad sat down on the chair at his desk. He motioned to Jason with his finger. Jason walked to Brad, got on his knees and took Brad back into his mouth. "Jerk off while you suck me. I want to see you cum." Jason did as he was told.

Jason wanked his pud as he sucked on Brad's dick. As Brad again got close to orgasm, he pulled his dick from Jason's mouth and had him lick his balls. He watched as Jason continued to masturbate. "Cum on your chest, dude. I want to see you cum." Jason, breathing hard, nodded. Jason sat back on his legs and began stroking his penis furiously. Brad sat back, watched and ran his fingers over his hard-on.

Jason let out a deep moan as cum exploded from his cock, hitting him in the face, the neck and then streaming onto his stomach. He could not stop shaking as he continued to stroke his dick. Brad leaned forward and pulled Jason back onto his cock. Jason began sucking him excitedly.

"Yeah, just like that. Man, you are good at this," he said sighing. Brad used his hand on the back of Jason's head to control the approach of his orgasm. "Yeah, just like that. You're getting me there." Jason moaned as he sucked. Brad glanced down and saw him still stroking his dick. "I've got what you're hungry for." Brad got to the point where his orgasm was inevitable. His legs tensed. "Touch my balls," he ordered. Brad grunted and groaned as his body began responding to his climax. "Swallow," Brad insisted, as the second shot of his cum flooded Jason's mouth. "Yeah, I want to feel you swallowing." Jason again did as he was told. Each time Brad felt a shot of cum explode from his dick, he felt Jason sucking hard and then swallowing.

Jason hated that he was enjoying the taste, smell and feel of Brad's cock. He had masturbated hundreds of time imaging exactly what was happening right now. Each time he noticed Brad in the showers at school, it seemed as if everyone else disappeared and just he and Brad remained. Jason fantasized about dropping to his knees, licking Brad's body from his feet to his neck, eating out his ass, and then sucking Brad until Brad exploded into his mouth. Jason imagined that Brad would be so turned on that he would cum enough to fill Jason's mouth and cover his face with long thick ropes of white creamy spunk.

When Brad was finished cumming, Jason let Brad's dick fall from his mouth. They looked at each other. Brad took hold of his still erect penis and squeezed, moving a small drop of cum out of his piss hole. He then moved Jason's face back to his dick. Jason licked Brad's cock head clean. "Put it in your mouth," Brad said. Jason did. He held Brad softening penis gently on his tongue.

Brad finally pushed Jason's head away from him. He looked at Jason and said, "Damn, you are a good cocksucker. I guess it's true. No one gives head like a guy." Jason sat back on his knees and did not say a work. "Well, Jase, I think that's the way we'll start each of our study sessions. It will help me relax and concentrate." Jason began to say something but Brad interrupted him. "Don't even act like you don't want to. You enjoyed that as much as I did. And, besides, I still have the recording."

Jason felt angry. It was true; he loved giving Brad head, but not being blackmailed to do it. He glanced down at his cum which was now running down his chest. He stood up and looked around. Brad bent down and tossed him his wet towel. Jason wiped himself clean. They both dressed and then sat down and began their tutorial.

When the semester ended, Brad received a `B' in Physics. The next semester both Brad and Jason signed up for Physics again and their tutorials and all that encompassed continued every Tuesday and Saturday. Brad was once again dating, but that did not work out and again he was single. The football and gymnastics seasons were over. Brad's team lost two games, hardly worth the attention of major college scouts, and he knew it. Jason had no intention of competing at the college level. Both waited, as did everyone else, to hear what colleges would accept them and offer scholarships.

Brad and Jason's relationship which was never acknowledged at school started becoming more relaxed, friendly, mutually enjoyed. And, as Brad instructed, Jason serviced Brad at the beginning of each tutorial. Brad no longer had to tell Jason what to do. He just sat back and gave himself over to Jason who feasted on Brad's body while he masturbated at Brad's command. Brad noticed the relaxation of tensions, the comfort and amiability of their time together, and the ease with which their sex play began. It began to unnerve him.

It was toward the beginning of February when Brad decided to change their twice weekly routine. Jason woke Brad on Saturday morning as usual. He made them coffee while Brad showered. When Brad entered his bedroom, Jason was naked and waiting for him. This Saturday morning Brad told Jason to get on his knees and start sucking him. Jason did. Brad instructed Jason to deep throat his dick by shoving at the back of his head. Then he told him to lick and suck his balls. While Jason did, he noticed Brad reach for and unwrap a condom. He watched as Brad rolled the condom down the shaft of his dick, all the while staring down at Jason.

"Get up on the bed. Kneel with your butt toward me."

"Brad, I don't want to do this."

"I don't care. Just get up here," he said pointing to the bed.

Jason moved slowly. He looked at Brad and said, "Really, I don't want to. You're going to hurt me."

"You've never been fucked?"

"No."

"Well, then how do you know it's going to hurt?"

"I just know it."

Brad pushed at Jason's shoulder, moving him down on the bed. "Kneel down."

"Fuck, Brad."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do." He pushed Jason on to his knees and then stepped behind him. "Bend down." He tried to line himself up, but Jason's butt hole was too high for him to reach. "Bend down," he ordered as he pushed down on the small of Jason's back. He looked at Jason's butt hole and then ran his fingers over it. Then he leaned Jason forward and spit on his butt hole. He ran his fingers over it again and then spit again. Then he forced a finger up Jason's ass. Jason jumped and moved forward. "Don't move," Brad yelled. "That was only my finger," he said and laughed.

"Please, Brad, don't."

Brad pulled at Jason's hip, moving him toward him. He let spit fall from his mouth onto the palm of his hand and then rubbed it on the condom. He moved his dick around Jason's hole and then began applying pressure.

"Oooouch, Brad. Please."

"Shut up." Brad pressed hard and watched his dick head disappear into Jason's ass.

"Fuck, Brad, god it hurts."

"Then relax and let me in." He pushed harder until his dick was half inside Jason. He began slowly thrusting into Jason. Slowly he rocked back and forth. As Brad began again to move away from Jason, Brad grabbed his hips and pulled him toward him. "Fuck I can't believe how tight you are."

"It's hurting, Brad. It's hurting bad."

"Just think of it as I'm breaking you in," he said as he began thrusting further into Jason. "In a couple of weeks you'll be telling me to fuck you harder."

Jason pulled a pillow to him, buried his face in it and held on. Brad was moving faster and thrusting harder. With each thrust Brad went further until Jason could feel Brad's stomach slapping into his ass cheeks.

"Oh fuck, you're ass feels great. Fuck, this is going to be how we end out sessions from now on."

Jason groaned, "End?"

"Yeah, dude. I wouldn't want to cheat you out of a load of my cum. I know you love sucking me." Jason was getting close. "We'll start with one of your awesome blow jobs," he said as he held onto Jason's hips and pulled him toward him with each thrust. "When we're done for the day, we'll end off with me fucking you." Brad grabbed Jason's hips and held tight. Jason knew Brad was close. He was happy this would soon be over. "You'll blow me later. I love your mouth on my dick," Brad said as he began grunting and groaning. He was cumming.

He pulled his dick out of Jason and walked toward the bathroom as he pulled the condom off his still erect dick. Jason lay down on the bed. He moved his hand to his ass and touched his butt hole. It hurt. He felt angry.

When Brad returned to the bedroom he put on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. "Do you want to get started with this stuff," he said as he opened his Physics textbook. Jason got up and went into the bathroom. When he returned he dressed, sat down beside Brad and tried to forget what happened.

Their tutorial ended as Brad said it would. They undressed. Jason knelt down before Brad who was sitting at his desk. He gave head to Brad as he masturbated. First he came, shooting his cum on Brad's hard-on, which had become part of their routine, and then licked Brad clean. Then he sucked Brad until he came. As instructed, he swallowed each shot of Brad's cum, hard enough so Brad could feel the move of Jason's tongue over the head of his dick and the contractions of his throat.

When they were done, Jason dressed, picked up his book and walked to the front door. Brad, naked, followed him and said, "You're good. See you next time."

Jason left feeling humiliated and angry; angrier than the last time.

Chapter Two

Brad, along with everyone else, worried as the day approached that acceptance letters were to arrive in the mail. Everyone knew that a thick envelope meant acceptance and a thin envelope meant rejection. But Brad needed more than just an acceptance to attend a major university. He needed a scholarship.

It was a mid-February afternoon while Brad waited for Jason to arrive for their tutorial that his cell phone rang.

"Hello," Brad said.

"Hello, Brad; Brad Johnson."

"Yes, this is Brad."

"Hi, my name is David. The reason I am calling is that I've been asked to present a proposal to you from a group of alumni at a school that you applied for admittance to, and an athletic scholarship."

"Oh, okay. Hi. Which school?"

"Well, at this point I can't really say."

"Why is that?"

"Well, if you'll meet with me I'll explain. They are interested in having you coming to our school. They might be able to help with your acceptance and certainly can help you financially."

"Really? How can you do that?"

"Like I said, if you'll meet with me, I'd be happy to put their proposition to you. If the conditions of their proposition appeal to you and if you are all that they think you are, then we'll talk specifics."

"You're not one of them?"

"Oh, no. Actually, I am a student who they are helping out. So, I'm very familiar with the particulars of their proposal. I can answer any questions you have."

"Okay." Brad said excitedly. "When do you want to meet?"

"First let me say that you are going to have to keep this meeting to yourself. I'll explain when we get together. Let me just say that they will be trying to get around NCAA rules in terms of offering you financial aide. So, it's important that we don't advertise this meeting."

"They're helping you?"

"Yes."

"Okay, when should we meet?"

"Well, you and I will meet once, maybe twice to make sure you are ready for an interview with one of the sponsors. That will be an all day meeting."

"Okay."

"Should we say Thursday night for our first meeting? This way if we need to meet again we can meet Friday night. Then if all goes well, and you've decided to accept the proposal, then the sponsor can meet with you on Saturday. It will be an all day meeting."

"Wow."

"It'll be a tough day, but I'll do my best to get you ready for Saturday. So, what do you think?"

"Yeah, sure. Where and what time?"

"I don't know the area, but I'll fly in on Thursday and give you a call. We can meet at my hotel. I'll call this number and tell you where I'm staying and what time we should meet."

"Okay."

"Are you free for dinner?"

"Yeah, no problem."

"Okay, Brad; I'm looking forward to meeting with you."

"Great. This sounds great. See you Thursday, David."

"Bye," David said and hung up.

Brad was excited to meet David. He waited all day on Thursday for his telephone call. He imagined himself playing ball for Oklahoma, LSU, Bama, or could it be USC. He desperately wanted to tell someone, everyone, that he was being considered by a major university. Walking the halls of Crawford High he imagined posters of himself hanging in the gym. "Brad Johnson, Quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys visits his hometown"; the crowd cheers. His dick was hard and pressing against his jeans. When he could, he would grab it and pinch the head of his dick, sending a pulse of both pleasure and pain through his groin.

At 3:15, as he was leaving school, the call finally came.

"Hi Brad, it's Dave."

"Hi Dave. When are we meeting?"

"Well, I'm all checked in at the Great Western on Dry Creek Dr. Do you know where that is?"

"Yes, of course."

"How long will it take you to get here?"

"Ten minutes."

"Well give me some time. How about if we meet in the lobby at 4:30."

"How will I know you?"

"I know what you look like."

"Great; I'll meet you at 4:30," Brad said and hung up.

Brad went home to change. He decided he was going to wear a pair of black slacks, a black turtleneck sweater and a grey sports coat. He wanted to make a good impression. He knew that when he took off his jacket, the thin turtleneck would hug and show off his body. As he stepped out of his jeans he glanced at the clock. It was only 3:40. That left him plenty of time for a quick wank.

He lay on his bed and started running his hands over his body. His right hand immediately found its target; his dick. He began with a slow steady pace. With his left hand he began rubbing his chest, then his nipples. He moaned. He thought about Jason sucking his dick and wondered what it would be like to take Jason deep into his mouth. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked as he continued to stroke his dick. He began to rhythmically thrust his hips. His left hand moved over his balls and then to the crack of his ass. He raised his legs, pulling his knees to his chest as he ran his finger over his butt hole. He began jerking hard. With his left index finger he wiped a glob of pre-cum from his dick head and moved it to his butt hole. Then with on quick move he finger disappeared into his ass. He moaned loudly as his pace of jerking increased. He imagined Jason inside of him. He was getting close. He began rotating his finger in his ass, finding that magical spot. He felt his prostate swelling as his orgasm became inevitable. While he jerked fast and furiously with is right hand and thrust with his left, he arched his back forward, lifting his head from the mattress so that he could watch his spunk shoot from his dick. His goal was always to have it splatter on his face.

As he began to climax, he watched the first shot of cum fly over his right shoulder. He opened his mouth as he grunted loudly. The second shot of cum hit him on his forehead. He pushed hard into his prostate, he grunted again. The third shot of cum hit him square on the mouth. "Fuck," he yelled as he relaxed himself, but kept jerking and cumming. He licked his lips and swallowed. "Oh fuck."

He pulled his finger from his ass and began to run his hand up and down his cum wet chest. He kept stroking his spent but still hard dick. He rubbed his cum all over his chest, pubic hair, and balls. He moved his hand to his nose and breathe in. He loved his smell. Brad Johnson, Quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys visits his hometown.

Brad entered the lobby of the Great Western and looked around. He noticed a young man who was sitting and reading a magazine stand and look toward him. He walked toward him. The man held out his hand and said, "Hi Brad; I'm Dave."

"Hi, you're younger than I thought you'd be."

"Really, why is that?"

"Well, did you say you graduated?"

"No. I'm a junior. I am being sponsored by the group of alumni I told you about."

"Oh, okay, right."

David was a nineteen years old, six foot tall and looked to be about 170 pounds. He was blond and blue eyed. Brad was somewhat intimidated by how good looking David was. Brad was glad that he decided to dress nicely. David was wearing a pair of grey slacks and a white tight fitting knit shirt.

They made small talk for a while about Crawford, Texas, high school and going off to college. Then the topic turned toward why they were meeting. "Well, let me tell you about their proposal. First what they are willing to do for you." Brad nodded and made himself comfortable. "First let me say that you'll have to agree to keep everything I am saying to yourself. Like I said, they are going around NCAA rules. That's the only way schools can get the kind of athletes they are wanting." Again Brad nodded. He looked at David and thought he looked familiar.

David settled in next to Brad of the sofa. "The group will give you a four year scholarship. They will get you a job. I have a job at a local car dealership. I sit in the back room and study and they sell cars and write me up as the salesman. I get the commission."

"Really?"

David nodded. "I also get a company car to drive." Brad's eyes opened wide. "They house me in one of four apartment buildings they own. I don't pay rent."

"Damn."

"They take ten students each year, so you'll live with one of them as a roommate and the other eight will live in the same building. You'll get to know them."

"Nice."

"You'll get a meal card; which means you can eat at the dinning commons or at the campus grill. So, really they only expenses you'll have are clothes, and luxuries," David said and smiled.

"They pay for books and everything?"

"Everything that is school related."

"How much money do you make as a salesman?"

"Typically two grand a month. But, that's not all. They will help you for four years after you graduate. If it's in you to compete for a NFL contract they'll help with the people they know. And, these people know people. If that's not in your future then they will help you along whatever career path you chose."

Brad was so excited he began to sweat. He stood and removed his coat. He watched as David watched him. He smiled to himself and asked, "Are you playing football?"

"Yes," David said and the changed the subject. "They sponsor all kinds of athletes: swimmers, track and field, guys who might make the summer Olympics. And guys like you who might make pro-teams."

"Damn, why would they do all that?"

"Good question. Are you up for dinner?' David asked.

"Yeah, sure."

"They have a restaurant here at the hotel. Let's just have dinner here."

They made their way to the restaurant, ordered their dinner and continued their small talk.

"After your four years at school, like I said, they will help you with moving toward whatever goals are reasonable. If you make over 100 grand a year, which is typical, I might add, they will ask you to donate one percent of your salary to the organization. It will be a charitable donation so you can write if off."

"So, that's ten thousand dollars on one hundred thousand?"

"Ah, no, it's one thousand. Anyway, if you sign a contract for a million dollars a year then it will be ten thousand."

"Oh okay. Damn, that's reasonable."

"Yeah, it goes to supporting new students." Brad cut into his steak and nodded.

"Here's the bad news." Brad looked at David. "Once a month you'll be asked to entertain one of the sponsors. For example, they might fly in to see a home football game. You'll be asked to entertain a sponsor and maybe his wife that evening and the next day. Or, they might fly you to let's say, Aspen for a weekend."

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad. I mean if they're doing all that, it's no big deal for me to have dinner with them. Aspen, I can take that, too," Brad said and smiled.

"Yeah, one sponsor flew me to New York City for a weekend. We went to dinner and saw a couple of shows. It was a great experience. Another weekend I was flown to Cancun and spent the weekend with this guy and his wife. That was nice, too."

"Damn, Cancun. Why is that bad news?" Brad asked as he drank his cola.

"Well I say entertain, but it's more like escort for them," David said staring at Brad.

Brad stared back. He shook his head. "I don't get it."

"You know what an escort is?" Brad just stared at David. Silence. "A sex worker."

Brad continued to stare. He felt his face flush and his stomach tighten around his dinner." "Sex worker?' he repeated.

"Yeah; you have sex with whom ever it is you are with."

"Sex with guys?" Brad asked, almost choking on his words.

"Yeah; like the weekend in Cancun. This guy wanted me to fuck his wife while he watched. Man," David said, leaning toward Brad, "she was one hot lady. Then he had sex with me."

"What does that mean?"

"He fucked me. Oh yeah, all fucking is done with condoms; always. But, blow jobs are without. And you are expected to swallow. Have you ever given head?"

"AH, no."

"Yeah; I know. This is a lot to take in. But that's why I'm here," David said and smiled. Brad continued to stare at David. He pushed his plate away from himself. "I take it you've never been fucked, either."

"No."

"Well, this is what you're Saturday interview is about. Or, I guess, it's more appropriately called an audition."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, one of the guys who just graduated will arrive on Saturday, that's if you decide to accept the proposal, and he and I will take you through what might be a typical visit with a sponsor."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Actually, no. Look Brad, this is not something you should do unless you are comfortable with it. On Saturday we won't be expecting you to enjoy getting your ass fucked. That will take some time. But the sponsor will expect you to be good, real good at giving head. No choking, no gagging, no spitting. You'll have to at least look like you are enjoying it."

"Man, I don't know about this."

"Yeah. I'd say about half the guys we interview turn us down. But, like I said, it's a road to the goal you're seeing for yourself. It's your choice. It's something for you to think about."

"I just don't know. I don't know," he repeated. Oddly, his dick was rock hard.

David called for the waiter and paid the check. They talked further about all that Brad would get and all that he would have to give. As they left the restaurant David said, "Let me suggest this. I'm going to go to my room and take a shower. If you're thinking this is something you will want to do, why don't you come to my room and we'll start prepping you for Saturday."

"Prepping me?"

David shrugged. "Like I said, on Saturday you'll have to be good at giving head and look relaxed and even enjoying yourself. It will help if you and I spend time getting you accustomed to the feel and taste of a man's penis and semen."

Brad felt light headed. He shook his head.

"Take your time. If you decide you want to pass this opportunity up then I won't see you tonight, and I'll just leave tomorrow. If you decide you want to go ahead with the prep and the audition then I'll see you later."

"What happens if I go ahead with this and on Saturday he decides I'm not good?"

"Like I said, I'll get you prepped so that you are comfortable with giving head. Believe me it's not as bad as you might think. I'm here all day tomorrow and tomorrow night, so we have plenty of time for you to practice on me several times. I can get off four times a day with little effort."

Brad just kept shaking his head. "I don't know about this; especially, about me getting fucked."

"Don't worry about that. We'll leave you virgin until then. He'll enjoy breaking you in. Like I said, you don't have to like it. As a matter of fact, he'll be expecting you to tolerate the pain and go ahead with it. If you can't deal with a little butt pain, how are you going to get through a college football program? Right?" David said smiling.

David noticed the stress on Brad's face and said, "Okay, you have a lot to think about. I'll leave you. My room number is 420. If you decide to go ahead with this, I'll see you later. If not," David put out his hand, "it's been great talking to you." Brad shook David's hand and then they parted company

Brad sat in his car for almost an hour. He felt confused, angry, frightened and interested. He knew he had seen David before. Probably on TV. He said he was from a major university. I know I've seen him. He looks familiar. Fuck, if I could remember then I'd know what school he plays for and which school is interested in me. He got in and out of his car several times. He paced. Sucking dick can't be all that bad. Fuck, no one will know about it. He continued pacing. You know you've thought about sucking Jason many times. If that fuckin pussy was half a man and demanded head; ah fuck him. At least this way you'll be working toward something. Damn, I am sure I know him. Damn, swallowing cum. He reminded himself had tasted his own pre-cum many times and enjoyed it. He tasted his cum on occasion and did not mind that either. Again, he thought of Jason who seemed almost eager to swallow cum. Fuck!!! But, damn, it's the getting fucked that I just don't know about. He continued to pace. But I just don't know about getting fucked. Again, he remembered the pain that Jason was in the first time. But he got over that. He seems to really enjoy it now. Fuck, it's my future. He thought about fucking some guy's wife while being watched by her husband. He thought about going to Aspen. He thought about being a college football quarterback; a NFL quarterback.

Then he thought he recognized David. Fuck, his name isn't David. That's what's been throwing me. Brad felt his body flush. He tried to calm himself, but all he could do was pace around his car. No, that can't be him, or is it? What was he going to do?

He walked into the hotel and took the elevator to the fourth floor and then went back to his car. He sat on the front fender. He was angry; angry they put him in this position, angry that he was considering it, and they knew he was, angry enough to just say fuck it and leave, but then he thought he had to go thought with this. His feet started walking back toward the hotel. His feet carried him into the elevator. His feet carried him to room 420, and then his hand began knocking at the door. He watched all this as if someone else was doing it for him.

David opened the door wrapped in a towel. Brad thought about beating the shit out of David for putting him in this kind of position but when he looked at Brad he could not help but notice his chest, shoulders, and arms. He laughed to himself as David walked back into the room in front of Brad, this guy could kick my ass. Either go ahead with it or leave right now. David's waist seemed even smaller now then it did before. This guy is a stud.

"So, I assume you've decided to at least give tonight a try," David said. Brad nodded.

"Okay, before we get started, why don't you get naked and hard" David suggested. "You're dick size is important. I don't want you sucking my dick and then you pull out a two inch boner and I have to tell you, sorry."

"Don't worry, I'm good down there," Brad said as he began to undress.

David stood along side of Brad and watched him take off his shoes and socks and then his shirt. David ran his hands over Brad's chest and back. Brad seemed to freeze. "Relax. Give in to it. Enjoy my touch." Brad nodded. David unbuttoned and unzipped Brad's pants and let them fall to the floor. Brad stepped out of his pants. He bent down to pick them up. As he did, David ran his hand over Brad's ass. Brad stood up and tossed his pants on to a chair. David grabbed the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down. "Nice," David said, looking at Brad's genitals. Again he ran his hand over Brad's ass as he stepped out of his briefs.

You can still back out, Brad thought, it's all or nothing from here on. He took a deep breath. Fuck it.

David pulled the towel from his waist and threw it on the bed. Then he stepped closer to Brad and ran his hand over Brad's dick and balls. "Very nice," he said. Then he took Brad's dick in his hand and began masturbating him as he ran his fingers over Brad's ass. Brad's cock started responding; so did David's. David was standing so close to Brad that as David's dick began to raise it pressed against Brad's hip. Brad glance down at David's moving cock. Instinctively, he reached for it and began to stroke it. "Yeah, you are going to do just fine." Feeling Brad becoming fully erect, David said, "Oh yeah, that is one nice dick." David stepped back and said, "Turn around, let me get a full look at you." Brad turned around. "Keep turning." Brad did.

Brad's erection was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling at a forty-five degree angle.

"You're comfortable being naked and hard with a guy. That's half the battle."

"Was it hard for you at first?" Brad asked.

"Oh yeah. I had to spend a week with the guy before I could have my audition. It took me two sessions before I could keep an erection."

"It's easy for you now?"

"Oh yeah. As a matter of fact I usually look forward to it. The guys at the apartment, the ones in the program, sometimes get together and party with each other. You know, to keep in practice," he said and laughed.

"Do you date girls?"

"Well, I have. I mean I'm not gay, but right now it's kind of hard with academics, sports, work, and entertaining. So, when I'm horny I just talk my roommate into helping me out. I return the favor, too."

David sat down on the bed, "So, you ready to get on this," he said holding his erection which was about seven inches, much like Brad's, but at least an inch larger in girth. "I mean, to give me head."

Brad knelt down in front of David, took hold of his cock and then moved closer to it.

David said, "Run your tongue over the head, then your lips and then take it into your mouth. It's really not as bad as you think."

Brad began licking David's cock. Brad could feel his own dick moving as it seemed to pulse. He would never admit it if asked, but he was actually excited about what he was doing. He began taking David's cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. David moved his leg between Brad's legs and then moved it so that he made contact with Brad's hard-on. "Yeah, that's good. That's what I mean about looking like you are enjoying it. Good for you." He put his hand on Brad's head and began pushing him further down on his dick. "Yeah, you are doing well." Brad kept sucking.

"I'm getting close," David said. Brad began to hesitate. David pushed Brad's head down on his dick. Brad pushed back. "Yeah, I know, but this is important for you to learn how to enjoy."

Brad could feel his throat getting tighter. His stomach began to churn. He felt the weight of David's hand on the back of his head. He kept telling himself to relax. Then he heard David moan and say, "Swallow," as the first shot of cum hit the back of his throat. He tried to swallow but his throat closed down. David kept cumming filling Brad's mouth. "Swallow," David insisted. Brad, in one gulp, swallowed all the cum in his mouth and then kept swallowing as David kept cumming.

When David removed his hand from Brad's head, Brad moved off of David's dick and said, "Sorry."

"Hey, you did better than I did the first time. Next time it will be easier."

"You cum a lot."

"Yeah, that's part of the reason they ask me to do this. If you can swallow my load you'll do find with anyone else," he said and laughed. "The trick is to swallow as I am cumming." Brad nodded. David glanced down at Brad's dick and noticed that he was still hard. "Well, you're still turned on; that's great. You're not going to have any trouble on Saturday. We just have to get this swallowing down for you and you're good."

"Sounds good."

"Okay, now jerk off for me. You're going to get asked more often than not, to put on a show."

"A show?"

"Yeah, I'll teach you as we go along. You have to enjoy masturbating while someone watches you. You know get off on being watched. But, for now, just masturbate for me. I want to see your load. And, you should start get into yourself, touch yourself and moan, especially when you start to cum."

Brad nodded as he began to masturbate.

"You'll feel self-conscious at first, you know, with me sitting here and watching you, but think about someone really into you and what you are doing and being turned on by it."

"Can I lie down," Brad asked.

"Yeah, but you'll have to get used to doing it in all different positions, but yeah, go ahead and lie down." Brad nodded, lay down on the bed and continued masturbating. He began running his hand over his chest as he stroked his dick. He began to pinch his nipple. "Yeah, that's a nice touch. That always looks good," David said. Brad moved his hand to his balls and moved them in their sack as he continued to wank. He sighed. He pulled his legs apart and moved his hand toward his ass. "Pull you knees up. Expose your ass hole as you masturbate. That's always good." Brad did what he was told. "Wet your finger and rub your ass hole." Brad looked at David and then, while wanking, licked the fingers on his left hand and then moved his hand to his ass hole. He ran his fingers over his hole. He moaned without thinking about it. "Nice," David said. "Try inserting your finger into you ass." Brad licked his finger again and then moved it back to his butt hole. He pulled his knees to his chest, kept masturbating and then moved his finger into his ass. Slowly, and just the tip of his finger at first, but then he began pushing harder and further.

"I'm going to cum," Brad announced.

David moved to get a better view of Brad's orgasm and said, "Go for it."

Brad's legs went rigid as the first shot of semen exploded from his cock. He moaned loudly. His arched his back, lifting his head off the mattress as the second and much larger shot of cum erupted. It hit him in the face. "Fantastic," David said. Brad continued wanking and cumming.

"Keep masturbating slowly, even after you cum. Lay there and play with your cum. Don't look like you want to run to the bathroom, David ordered." Brad did as he was told. "You have cum on your fingers. Lick it off." Brad looked at David. "Go ahead; do it," David insisted. "Remember this is a show." Brad nodded and licked his fingers clean. "Play with your dick until you're completely flaccid." Again, Brad did what he was told. "The cum on your cheek, eat that, too." Brad did. "Okay. Good," David said, as he threw Brad the towel. "Clean up, get dressed," David said as he sat down. Brad did what he was told. "What time is your first class tomorrow?"

"8:15"

"Okay, why don't you come here at about 7:30? I'll have a nice load whipped up for you. So, you can get the knack of swallowing. What time you do get out of school?"

"2:45"

"Great. So can you be here at, let's say, 3:30?"

"Yeah."

"Good. You can work of you sucking skills and then you'll take another load. You can then masturbate again for me. Then we'll have dinner and back here again. If you're good at taking my load we'll then meet on Saturday, if not I'm sure I can get off another time or two for you."

Brad continued to get dressed. "What happens on Saturday?"

"Well, you'll blow him first. I've worked with this guy a couple of times before. He'll probably just sit someplace and you'll get on your knees and blow him. You'll be naked and you'll want to be hard. You can stroke your dick while you suck him. I'll tell you all this tomorrow. Then he'll want to watch you suck me off."

"And then?"

"Then he'll position you and fuck you. I'm not going to lie to you. It's going to hurt. But don't worry. He gets into it."

"He gets into it hurting?"

"Yeah, that's why I said, don't worry about it. Just take the pain. Listen to what he tells you to do. Do it, and you'll be fine."

Brad laughed, "I don't know about being fine."

David laughed. "Then he'll want to watch me fuck you."

"Fuck, both of you are going to fuck me?"

"Yeah. And he might fuck you again. As a matter of fact, I'd expect that he would."

"Damn!" Brad said as he felt a chill run through his body.

Brad walked toward the door. By the time he got there he had a hard-on. David said, "You can back out of this any time you want."

"No way. I'm going to get through this audition, no matter what."

David opened the door and said, "Good for you. That's the attitude. I'll see you at 7:30 tomorrow morning.

Brad walked out to his car feeling numb. He kept telling himself that he did the right thing. He had to see this through, no matter what. He started his car and began driving home. As he thought about what had happened, and meeting with David in the morning his dick once again responded. By the time he arrived at home he had decided that he would have to masturbate before going to sleep.

When he entered his house his mother was waiting up for him. He told her that he was being interviewed for a possible scholarship. She was excited for him.

"How did it go?"

"Okay. He said I did okay. I'm meeting with him for breakfast and then dinner again. He's already told this guy to come down on Saturday so he can check me out. But, this guy said I'm doing okay."

"I'm so happy for you," she said as she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

Brad went to his bedroom, locked his door, undressed and began stroking his dick. He thought about sucking David's dick. His cum wasn't so bad. I think I was just surprised. He moved his finger to his ass hole. He thought about getting fucked on Saturday. He got up and put lube on his fingers and began slowly inserting one, then two and then three fingers in his ass as he masturbated. He again came hard all over his chest. He got up and looked at his cum. He wiped some up on his fingers and licked them clean. I can do this. He cleaned off his chest with his fingers and licked them clean. Bring it on boys. Let's see what you've got.

Brad awoke with an erection. He showered and dressed. He kissed his mother and told her he would be home late. He was nervous about his day. He arrived at the hotel, knocked on David's door and waited.

David opened the door and smiled and said, "Come in." Brad walked in and noticed that David was erect under his towel. David dropped his towel and said, "I know you're in a rush, so I've been working on this," stroking his dick. Brad nodded. David walked up toward Brad and grabbed his crotch. Brad was hard. "Good," David said. "Let's give your dick some air." Brad undid his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs.

"I'm going to have to get off before I leave," Brad said.

"I'd love to help you, but first let's get this taken care of." David put his hand on Brad's shoulder and pushed him down in front of him. Brad went to his knees with ease. He took hold of David's dick and started sucking greedily. "Fuck, yeah, that's what I mean by enjoying it. You're loving it, aren't you?" Brad nodded and moaned. "It's not going to take long." Brad nodded again and began to deep throat David's dick. David began to thrust forward and moan. Brad could feel David's dick head get hard in his mouth. He knew what was about to happen. David said nothing. Brad was ready. As David began to cum Brad began to swallow. This time he didn't gag. When David finally finished cumming Brad looked up and David and smiled.

"Better, much better. We still have work to do, but damn, that was much better. No gagging or choking." Brad smiled. "Here stand-up, let me jerk you off."

Brad stood. David threw a towel onto the bed and stood Brad in front of it. He stood behind Brad and began jerking him. He put one arm around Brad's chest, holding him close and jerked him hard. Brad held on to David and loved the way David was handling him. He felt like a boy in a man's arms. David's face was pressed against Brad's face.

Brad moaned. "This feels wonderful." Brad could feel David's still hard dick pressing against his ass. Brad reached behind himself and took hold of David's dick. "You dick feels great," Brad heard himself say. David kept stroking him. David took hold of Brad's face and turned it toward him and then kissed him. Brad froze but then relaxed. David's tongue entered Brad's mouth. Brad moaned. They began kissing furiously as Brad began shaking all over. His body began to spasm in rhythmic contractions. Brad was cumming so hard he could not support his weight. David held Brad tightly against him.

When David relaxed his hold on Brad, Brad turned and faced David and began kissing him again. David smiled. "I knew you'd take to this. There's nothing like a hot straight boy who can enjoy another guy." Brad smiled.

Brad left the room and went to school. He smiled all day long. He ran into Jason and told him he would have to cancel their tutorial on Saturday. They agreed to meet on Sunday.

Brad drove home and showered. He dressed in clean clothes and headed out to his car. Ten minutes later he was knocking on David's door. David opened the door and said, "Hey, I've been looking forward to this afternoon."

"Yeah, me, too."

"Really? I thought you might be still reluctant about giving head," David said as he pulled off his shirt.

Brad kicked off his shoes and took off his socks. "I think you're right. It's not so bad. Actually, I was thinking about it. I thought, `Brad, if you could suck your own dick, would you?"

David laughed and said, "I'd be home all day sucking my dick."

"Exactly. After I realized that, well, so I'm sucking your dick. No big deal." Brad said, as he pulled off his shirt. "I don't mean your dick is no big deal, because it's bigger than mine. I mean sucking it isn't so bad," he added, as he dropped his pants.

David said, "It looks like it might even be turning you on." Brad's erection was pushing against his briefs.

"You said I should look like I'm enjoying it. So, this is me enjoying it," he said and laughed. David took off his pants and then kicked off his boxers. He too was erect. He walked over to a chair and sat down. "I think I'll let you just do me and I'll take mental notes and then we'll talk about it when you're done. Then after dinner you can put to use whatever I have to say."

Brad nodded, grabbed David's dick, moved closer to it and began licking the head. The he moved his lips around the head and then moved down on it, almost swallowing David's entire cock. David moaned. Brad sucked, and licked and slowly moved over the shaft of David's dick. He played with his balls, licked them, sucked them and then sucked his cock.

He glanced up at David who was watching Brad's every move. David smiled. Brad began sucking harder as he ran his fingers from David's balls toward his butt hole. David moved forward, giving Brad access to his ass. Brad sucked harder as he pressed his finger against David's ass hole. He felt David cock head become rigid. It filled his mouth. He moaned and began bobbing up and down faster and deeper. He knew he was about to receive David's cum. He remembered how Jason moaned as he came into Jason's mouth. It always made him cum harder, knowing that Jason wanted his cum.

Brad began to moan as he forced all he could of David's dick down his throat. David's legs began to shake. He began to moan. Brad touched David's balls, and then he felt the spasmodic eruption of David's cum filling his mouth. He began swallowing hungrily as he moaned loudly. When David was through cumming Brad moved off his dick, looked up at David and smiled.

"Damn, that was so much better. Have you been taking lessons?"

Brad laughed. "No, I just did what I like having done."

"Damn, I want to meet your girlfriend."

Brad laughed as he sat back on his knees. His dick was pointing to the ceiling.

David said, "I've got a couple of suggestions, but that was pretty good. But, before we get to that, maybe you should take care of that."

Brad stood up and said, "Anything you'd like me to do. You know, for Saturday."

"I think I'll just sit back and watch you. Enjoy yourself, and remember you're trying to get me hot." Brad nodded. "Remember, get into it. Change positions. You've got a great body and an awesome dick, so show it off."

Brad stood in front of David and began masturbating. He rubbed his chest and nipples. He turned around and bent forward. He moved to the bed, knelt down with his ass facing David. He spread his legs, pulled his dick down and continued masturbating. With his face on the mattress, he reached around and began to finger his ass as he wanked. His dick was rock hard in his hand. He began pushing his finger into his ass. Soon he was in up to his knuckle. He moaned loudly.

He rolled over onto his back with his finger still up his ass. He pushed and wanked furiously. David said, "You ever cum on your face?" Brad looked at him. "Roll your legs over your head. Aim your dick at your face."

Brad pulled his finger from his ass. He tucked and rolled. His legs hung over his head. He kept jerking. He rolled tighter and let his knees fall to the mattress. His dick sat inches from his face. David moved and sat beside him. "This looks hot. Really. You should definitely do this tomorrow when he tells you to put on a show." Brad nodded as he continued jerking.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he announced.

"Open your mouth. Get some in your mouth." Brad opened his mouth.

Brad unloaded seven thick white ropes of cum onto his face and into his mouth. "Oh fuck, that was intense," Brad announced, as he swallowed the cum in his mouth.

"Eat some of it. Run your fingers over you face and then lick it up." Brad did as he was told. David reached and took hold of Brad cock. He played with it as Brad continued eating his own cum.

"Now that's a good thing," David said and laughed. "You are so in to the program. You've got the hang of it."

Brad relaxed and looked at David and asked, "What pointers did you have for me, about sucking you?"

"Oh yeah. Some people don't like their ass holes touched when you suck them, so don't do it unless they tell you to, or unless they move so you can. And, when you're sucking me, don't be afraid to gently run your teeth over the shaft of my dick. Not the head, just the shaft. It heightens the feeling and makes the orgasm more intense. The other thing that is really important. Don't take your mouth off my dick until I am flaccid or until I move your head. I might want to come down feeling you gently sucking at my cock."

"Oh yeah, you said that before. Sorry. I won't do that again."

"You don't want to seem like you're saying, okay you got off, we're done'. You want it to seem like you're still into it and waiting for instructions. If he's done, he'll move you off his dick and tell you to leave, or go to bed, or whatever. But, don't make it seem like you are saying, we're done'."

"Okay. Good point. Yeah, I hate it when I'm still excited and coming down and my girlfriend gets up and straightens up."

"Exactly. Well, let's head down to dinner. Then we'll come up here and run through this again."

Brad drove home feeling both angry not because of what he was doing, but because of the position he was put in. He knew he had to see this through, He was feeling anxious as he wonder if he was enjoying this too much? He assured himself that he wasn't. But, his anxiety did not abate. He had blown a guy he did not know two days ago, three times in one day. He masturbated while this guy watched, and let him masturbate him. He thought about being held in David's arms, held tightly, and masturbated by him and felt his dick getting hard again. I came three times today, once just half an hour ago and my dick is again hard. What the fuck is going on with me? Fuck, don't think about this now, just get through tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow. I've got to be up for tomorrow. He laughed to himself realizing his pun.

He went to sleep lying on his hard dick. He awoke with a hard-on. He jumped into the shower. Dried off, wrapped a towel around himself, made breakfast and then dressed. He was to be at the hotel at ten. It was now, nine-thirty. He took a deep breath, looked at himself in the mirror and then left for the hotel.

"Come in," said David. Brad entered the room. He looked around. "He's here but he's in his room. I told him I'd call him when you are ready." Brad nervously nodded. "Get undressed. David was wearing a pair of boxers which he quickly stepped out of.

Brad walked over to the bed, sat down and began taking off his shoes. He noticed a box of condoms and a bottle of lube on the nightstand. He also noticed a pair of, what looked to be, swimmers goggles but painted black. "What are those for?"

"They're for you to wear."

"Why?"

"Well, he's well known. If you saw him you'd recognize him immediately. That is of course if you follow pro football, which I imagine you do."

"But why can't I see him? I thought,"

"You're not in the organization yet. Once you are in, well, then you'll get to meet him."

"Really?"

"Definitely. On the first weekend that both you and he have free, you'll be flow someplace to spend the weekend with him. He's a great guy." Brad continued to undress. When he was naked, Brad handed him the goggles and helped him put them on. After making sure they were secure he picked up the phone. "Hi, yes, he's ready any time you are."

Brad stood naked. He heard the door open and close. He heard someone undressing. Then he felt a hand on his chest. It startled him, but then he relaxed. He could feel the man walking around him, touching his back, his ass, his stomach and chest. Then he began pinching Brad's nipples with one hand touching Brad's cock with the other. Brad's dick began to respond. He held Brad's balls, moving then in their sac, as Brad's dick became fully erect.

Jason Offenbach walked away. David took Brad by the hand and moved him to a place in the room and then told him to get on his knees. Brad did. He realized he was in front of the sponsor who must be sitting in a chair. Brad knew what he had to do next. He moved his hands over the sponsor's legs slowly. What he found when he reach his groin was an eight inch cut fully erect cock waiting for his mouth. Roughly, Jason moved Brad's head into his lap.

Brad, remembering what he was told to do, began licking Jason's cock head. Brad softly moaned as he did. He ran his tongue up and down its shaft and then around his balls. Gently, he pulled Jason's balls into his mouth and sucked. Slowly, he made his way, licking as he moved up the eight inch shaft and then opened his mouth and took in Jason's cock head. He heard Jason moan. He sucked as he began bobbing up and down. Each time he moved down the shaft he went further.

Jason watched Brad sucking his dick as Brad had watched him so many times before. He smiled as he thought about the huge load he had stored up for Brad. He hadn't cum in three days and had spent the morning edging. As Brad sucked his dick, he reached down and took hold of Brad erection. Brad moaned again. Jason squeezed, pulled roughly, and then began stroking Brad's dick.

As Jason neared his climax he put his hand behind Brad's head and began pushing him down on his cock. Brad could feel Jason's dick head becoming hard. He began sucking harder and moaning as he bobbed up and down. Jason took hold of Brad's head with both his hands and kept him moving in a rhythmic motion. Brad sucked harder.

Jason was right at the edge of orgasm when Brad ran his teeth over the shaft of Jason's cock. That was all it took to send Jason over the edge. His legs became rigid in front of him. His hips thrust upward, shoving his dick deep into Brad's mouth. His back arched forward and then backward. His cum exploded from his cock.

Brad sucked greedily on Jason's cock. Each explosion of cum was greeted with a low moan that came from deep inside of Brad's chest as he sucked and swallowed. Another shot of cum exploded into Brad's mouth; another low moan and then it was gone. Jason kept cumming; Brad kept sucking and swallowing. Jason's body moved spasmodically as he groaned loudly with pleasure.

When Jason was finished cumming, Brad continued to gently suck at his dick, bathing it in the warmth of his saliva. Jason looked down at Brad and felt an overwhelming desire to kiss Brad, but he resisted. Jason lifted Brad from his dick. Brad sat back on his legs in front of Jason and wiped his lips clean of the cum that had escaped his mouth. Brad smiled; he knew he did well.

Jason stood up as David moved toward him. They traded places. Having watched Brad giving head to Jason gave him a hard-on aching to be sucked. Jason sat on the floor beside Brad and watched as David led Brad to his erection. Brad hungrily attacked David's cock. Brad looked at Jason and smiled. Jason nodded. He picked up the camcorder that David had been using to record Brad blowing Jason and began videoing Brad's performance.

After David unloaded into Brad's mouth, he told him to stand and masturbate. Brad did. David walked him over to the bed and told him to bring himself to orgasm with his legs thrown over his head. Brad knew what to do. Jason continued recording as Brad shot streams of ropey cum all over his face and into his mouth.

Brad lay flat on the bed. He listened to David and Jason whispering. Brad remembered to wipe up his cum and lick his fingers clean. He did. Jason kept recording.

David told Brad it was time to get on his knees. Brad felt a rush of anxiety pulse through his body. The time had come. He moved to the center of the bed on all fours. He felt someone behind him. He heard the sound of a condom being put on. Brad began to sweat. Then he felt the wetness of the lube being applied to his ass. His legs shook. Jason moved closer to Brad, pushing his cock head against Brad's butt hole. Brad instinctively moved forward. Jason grabbed Brad by the hip with one hand and then applied pressure to Brad's lower back so that Brad squatted lower. Jason was lined up. His dick head was pushing against Brad's butt hole. He now held both of Brad's hips steady as he began to push into Brad.

In one quick move he had his cock head buried in Brad's ass. Brad arched his back, lifted his head, tried to move forward and yelled, "OOOOOUCH, Fuck, Fuck," as he tried desperately to relax his sphincter. Jason pushed further into him. Brad complained, "Fuck, you are huge." Jason began rocking back and forth, pushing further into Brad with each thrust. "Fuck, aren't you all the way in yet." Jason pushed into Brad so that finally he was. Brad tried to move off of Jason's cock, but Jason held him in place and pushed into him again. "Oh fuck, man," Brad moaned almost crying. Jason continued fucking Brad, holding his hips as he slammed into his ass. Brad kept on moaning.

David sat in a chair holding his camera steady as he zoomed in so that all that was being recorded was Brad on his knees while a man fucked him. At no time was Jason's face seen. Brad moaned and groaned. Jason thrust deep into Brad. David continued recording.

When Jason was about to cum he quickly pulled out of Brad, pushed Brad so that he rolled over and lay on the bed facing upward, and moved over Brad head. David ordered, "Open your mouth." Brad did. Jason stroked his dick five or six more times and then pointed his dick toward Brad's mouth. David zoomed in capturing each shot of Jason's cum entering Brad's mouth. When Jason was finished cumming Brad swallowed and then opened his mouth again. Jason wiped what cum was left hanging from his dick onto Brad's tongue and then moved off the bed.

Brad reached around himself and felt his ass hole. It hurt. He felt someone else getting on the bed. Again he heard a condom being put on. "Get on your knees," David said. Brad did what he was told to do. David moved behind Brad. Brad took a deep breath and waited. Again, he cried out as David slammed into him. This time Jason recorded the action.

After David came, he moved off the bed. Brad again listened as the two men whispered. He heard the Jason say he would be back in an hour that he wanted to fuck him again. Then he heard him dressing and then leave. Jason took the camcorder with him. David said, "You can relax for a while. And, you can take the goggles off."

Brad collapsed on the bed and removed the goggles. "Fuck, I don't know how guys can do that and enjoy it."

"It's always bad at first, but you'll get used to it."

"I don't know," he said, touching his butt hole. "I heard him say he's coming back."

"Yeah," David said. "He said he wanted to get some lunch. Then he'll be back."

"Lunch? Are you kidding?" David shook his head. Brad moaned. "Did he say what he thought?"

"Yeah, he said you're a great cocksucker. He said you obviously enjoy it. But he said he was a little concerned about the way you were dealing with being fucked."

"What do you mean?"

"That's why he gave you a break. He was ready to fuck you again, but he thought it might be too much for you. He wants to fuck you again. I think you'd better tone down the pain reaction and try to act like you are enjoying it a little."

"Fuck! How am I supposed to do that?"

"Well, don't run away from it. When he's fucking you, you might start pushing into him each time he pushed into you."

"Fuck!"

An hour passed. Then there was a knock at the door. David ordered, "Put on your goggles." Brad obeyed.

Jason entered the room and smiled at David who nodded. Brad got up on his knees on the bed and listened to Jason undress. He felt Jason climb onto the bed. Then he felt Jason semi erect dick on his cheek. He turned and began sucking Jason. David began recording. When Jason was fully erect he opened a condom and put it on. Brad took a deep breath and waited. He felt Jason behind him and again tried to relax his ass hole.

Jason, more gently this time, began pushing into Brad. Brad gritted his teeth and moaned. Jason began thrusting. Brad began relaxing. Brad was surprised as the pain seemed to dissipate and he began to feel pleasure. Jason reached between Brad's legs and began stroking him. Brad became hard. Jason kept rocking back and forth.

Chapter Three

There are 5 endings here. I will try to tell you where each ending starts in the story.

Ending #1 (starts where we just left off. Brad is being fucked for the second time by Jason)

Brad, remembering what David said, began meeting each of Jason's pushes forward with a push back. Their bodies began to slam into each other. Brad heard himself say, "Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick. Fuck me hard," as he began jerking himself off. Jason began fucking Brad harder and faster. "Oh yeah, like that," Brad moaned. "Fuck yeah, just like that."

Jason smiled. David kept recording. Brad kept masturbating. Jason slowed to a pace that kept his orgasm at bay. Brad was masturbating wildly. Brad moaned, "Fuck, I'm getting close. Can I cum?"

David answered, "Yes."

Jason began fucking Brad furiously. Brad let out a moan that came from deep inside him as he announced, "I'm cumming." A few more thrusts and Jason came also.

Brad collapsed on the bed after Jason pulled out of him. He was breathing hard, but not so hard that he couldn't hear Jason panting. Brad smiled to himself. He knew he did well.

Jason dressed, took the camcorder with him and left. David told Brad to take his goggles off, shower if he'd like and then he could leave. As Brad dressed, his legs still feeling weak, he asked, "How did I do?"

"Excellent," David said. "That part that you threw in, you know, `fuck me hard'; well, he said that did it for you."

Brad smiled, zipped up his jeans, shook David's hand and left the room.

The next morning when Jason arrived to tutor Brad, Mrs. Johnson was just leaving for church.

"Jason, it's good to see you. I really do appreciate you helping Brad. He told me that you have a mid-term this week and he thinks he could get an A."

"Yeah, he's really doing well. I'm enjoying our sessions, too."

She smiled and said, "You are such a good boy. I was hoping that the two of you would become friends again." Jason nodded and watched as she walked out of the door.

Jason had a CD in his pocket with a five minute edited version of what went on yesterday. He rushed into Brad's room. Loaded the file onto Brad's computer and left a note on his desk that said, "You've been Punk'd. You can't say you didn't deserve it. If you don't give me the recording of what I said to you, this will go out to everyone in our senior class. If you retaliate against me in anyway, this will go out to everyone in our senior class. If I should die or meet with an accident, my cousin David, as you know him, will send it out to everyone in our senior class. P.S. you give great head."

Jason heard the shower being turned off. He took a deep breath, looked around and then rushed out of the house.

Brad towel dried himself and then wrapped the towel around his waist. His mother told him she was leaving, but he walked around the house making sure she was gone. He looked out the window and saw that her car was gone. He looked at the kitchen clock and realized that Jason was late, which was unusual. He walked back toward his room, pulled off his towel and began playing with his dick as he thought about the blow job he was about to get.

When he went into his room he noticed the note on his desk. He felt his stomach churning as he began to read it. A chill ran up his back as he began to break out into a cold sweat. He found the file on this computer and opened it. He watched himself sucking dick, swallowing cum and then licking his lips. He watched as he masturbated and came into his own mouth and then licked his fingers clean. He watched as he screamed like a stuck pig when he was fucked for the first time. Fuck, that's Jason. He watched as a second guy fucked him. Then, and for the longest part of the video, he watched as he masturbated while he was being fucked. `"Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick. Fuck me hard. Oh yeah, like that," he moaned. "Fuck yeah, just like that."

Brad sat feeling nothing for a few seconds. Then he went into a rage. He stormed around his room screaming, "Fuck you Jason, you are so dead. Fuck you." He slammed his fist into the wall. He started getting dressed with the intent of going to Jason's house and beating the shit out of him until he gave him the CD.

Then he sat down. He began to cry as he realized there was no special group of guys who were going to guarantee him a scholarship. Fuck, I knew it was bullshit. I knew it. And, I knew I knew that guy. I met him at Jason's house when we were kids. Fuck.

Brad calmed himself. He tried to decide what to do. Then the phone rang.

Brad looked at the caller ID. It was Jason. He felt anger fill his body. "What do you want?"

"The recording."

"What do I get?"

"A promise that I won't send out the video."

"That's not good enough. I want the CD."

"No way. I know you. You'll do something to retaliate."

Brad took a deep breath. "What you did was fucked up, dude."

"Yeah, I know. But, I didn't do anything you didn't do to me."

"I don't mean about the sex stuff. I mean about the scholarship." Brad voice cracked.

"Yeah, I know. That was fucked up, but I had to do something to get you on your knees and I knew you'd never do it if there wasn't some kind of payoff for you."

"You're fuckin' right about that. I'm no queer."

"No, you just suck dick to get what you want. I guess that makes you, what? A whore."

"Fuck you, Jason," he said angrily.

"I do have to say this, Brad, you are one good cocksucker. And that hard-on that you were sporting while you were sucking my dick was no act."

Brad did not respond. There was silence for a while. Then Brad asked, "So now what?"

"Now you keep the recording of me saying I'm gay. I keep the recording of you sucking my cock and loving my dick up your ass. I do with mine, what you do with yours."

"What about the Physics tutoring."

"Find someone else," Jason yelled and hung up"

Jason and Brad saw each other at school but never spoke. Brad was accepted at State University where he played football but never went on to play for the NFL. He now sells cars in Crawford, Texas.

Jason was accepted to Duke University and went on to Medical School at New York University. He's never been back to Crawford.

The End #1

Ending #2 (This is an extension of Ending #1 and starts right after Jason yells into the telephone "Find someone else", and then hangs up.

On April 1st both Jason and Brad received acceptance letters from State University with scholarships. Weeks later Jason received a package containing a letter and a CD. It was from Brad. It read: Jase, I thought about what you said and I agree that I deserved what you did. You've always been a good friend to me and I've been a prick. I've enclosed the only recording that I have of our conversation. I also know that you are not the kind of person wwho would distribute the video of me enjoying you dick. I was wondering if you would consider having lunch with me one day so that we can talk and so that I can apologize in person. Pick the place and time and let me know. Brad. P.S. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I am hoping you will.

Jason did not respond for over a week, but then called Brad and made arrangements for them to meet at the local MacDonald's. Jason arrived an hour early, parked across the street and watched the people going in and out. He watched Brad drive up, park, sit at a booth and wait. Jason crossed the street, entered the restaurant and sat across from Brad.

"Hi," Brad said,

"Hi."

They talked about their acceptance to State, about the upcoming prom, and their Physics class. Then they sat silently.

"About what happened," Brad said. "Again, I agree with everything you said the last time we talked."

"Everything?"

"Yeah. I did deserve what you did. I really took advantage of you. It was fucked up. I guess I kind of told myself that you were enjoying it, so it wasn't so bad, but it was bad."

"I was enjoying it, but I hated you for making me do it and I hated myself for doing it under those circumstances," Jason said. "The weird thing is that you could have asked me and promised never to tell and I would have done the same thing."

"I couldn't ask." Jason stared at him. "If I just asked you to do stuff it would have meant that I wanted you to do stuff, or that I was doing it because I enjoyed it or something like that. Doing it like the way I did it made it more feel like I was doing it to be mean to you, not because it was a turn on for me and that I was enjoying it."

Brad looked at Jason and continued, "I know that doesn't make any sense, but the only way I could admit to myself that I wanted to have sex with you was to think that it this straight-guy-making-the-gay-guy-suck-dick sex thing. And, like you said on the phone, me having a hard-on while eating your dick and swallowing your spunk was no act."

Jason stared and then asked, "So, what are you saying?"

"I need help with Physics again," he said and smiled. "I was wondering if we could go back to our twice a week routine?"

"Ah, look Brad, as much as I enjoyed servicing you I just don't think I'm okay with it anymore."

"I can understand that. But, what if you tutored me and well, let's say we serviced each other, or if not then maybe I can service you until you feel like you want to do me, too."

Jason asked, "You're serious?" Brad nodded. "You'd blow me at the beginning of our tutorials and let me fuck you at the end?"

"Sounds okay, if that's what it will take for us to become friends again."

Jason thought about it for a while. His dick had been hard ever since Brad said he deserved what he got. "Okay. But before I'm willing to come over to your house and tutor you, you are going to have to come over to my house and blow me. I'm still not sure I really believe this is happening."

"Sure, when?"

"How about now?"

"Your parents aren't home?"

"My mom is, but we can have privacy in my room."

"Let's go."

Brad and Jason went to Jason's house. After small talk with Jason's mom, Brad and Jason went to Jason's room and locked the door. Brad walked up to Jason, put his hand on his crotch and squeezed. Jason was hard. Jason unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees. Brad took hold of Jason's dick and stroked it. Then Brad moved closer to Jason, looked him in the eyes, and then kissed him; hard, deep and long. Jason unzipped Brad's jeans. Brad pushed them to the floor. Then moved to Jason's bed as the kept kissing. Brad smiled at Jason, gently pushed him onto the bed and then took Jason cock into his mouth.

Brad and Jason decided to live in an apartment off campus. Brad played football for State. Jason majored in Literature. Both, after graduation moved to Vermont where they taught. Brad was a gym coach; Jason an English teacher.

The End #2

Ending #3 (This begins after Jason leaves the video file on Brad's computer and leaves the house. Brad calls Jason on the phone and they argue and Jason explaining why he did what he did says, "Yeah, I know. That was fucked up, but I had to do something to get you on your knees and I knew you'd never do it if there wasn't some kind of payoff for you."

"You don't know shit. Jason that's what's so fucked up about you. You act like a victim. If you stood up and said to me, suck my dick or this all stops', or you're taking it up the ass or I'm not going to help you and you can send out the fuckin' recording, I don't care'. I would have done you in a minute. But you act like you can be pushed around, and you act like you like it so that's what happens."

"Yeah, sure. So now it's my fault you were blackmailing me."

"Dude, you have a video of me sucking dick and loving it and getting fucked and asking for more and what do you do. You ask for your recording back." Brad laughed.

"Yeah, so."

"If you had the balls you could have said, `from now on you're doing the sucking, and you're getting fucked or it goes out'. But no, all you want is,"

"If I did that you'd beat the shit out of me."

"That's what I mean. I recorded you. You could have beat the shit out of me and said, `send it out asshole'. But no, you get down on your knees."

Jason hung his head. Brad was right; he knew he could hold his own in a fight with Brad, easily. He moaned, "Exactly. So now I'm supposed to say to you, get on your knees and what, you're going to do it or you're going to beat the shit out of me."

"I guess you'd have to find that out. If you had the balls."

"So, you think I'm stupid enough to come over there now and tell you to suck my dick."

"You said if I beat the shit out of you the file goes out. Do you have the balls to face me, and do you have the balls to send it out if I beat the shit out of you."

Jason felt scared, excited, curious and challenged. He reassured himself that he could indeed hold his own in a fight with Brad. Fuck, he was enjoying it. That wasn't any act.

"I'm coming over," he said and hung up.

Brad opened the door as Jason walked up the walkway. They looked at each other. Jason hesitantly walked in to the house keeping an eye on Brad.

Jason said, "Just how mad are you?"

"Like I said, the scholarship part is what is fucked up about this."

"Not getting fucked by me and Jimmy."

"Like I said," Brad said, as they slowly walked back to his bedroom, "If you had had the balls to ask for my ass I would have given it to you."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Well, believe it." When they enter Brad's room Brad began undressing. Jason watched. "So, you getting undressed or what?" Jason looked around for a camera. He opened Brad's closet waiting for someone to jump out. "What are you doing?" Jason shrugged. Brad, now naked, walked over to Jason and got on his knees. He unzipped Jason's jeans and pulled out his dick. He took Jason's flaccid penis and began sucking on it. Jason looked around.

Before long Jason was hard and thrusting into Brad's mouth. Soon he felt his cum pulsing through his dick and exploding into Brad's mouth. Brad greeted Jason warm thick load with deep moans as he swallowed.

Brad stood up and looked at Jason. Jason was still hard, but still apprehensive. Brad leaned into Jason and kissed him. "Before you leave today, I want you to fuck me."

Jason nodded and then went down on his knees before Brad. Brad sighed as Jason's mouth engulfed Brad's erection. Soon Brad was cumming, and cumming hard into Jason's mouth.

Brad pulled Jason to his feet and kissed him.

"I'm confused," Jason said.

Brad walked Jason to the bed. "Me, too."

"There's no way you are into this," Jason said.

"Maybe, I am. Maybe, I've wanted this for years. Maybe, I wished you had the balls to demand it rather than me having to admit to it."

They lay down on the bed. "I don't know. I don't think I'm trusting this," Jason said looking around the room."

Brad laughed. "You looking for a camera?"

"Or for the football team to jump out of the closet and beat the shit out of me."

Brad laughed again. "Yeah, I did think about that, but then what?" Brad rolled over toward his night stand. He grabbed a condom and the lube. "Maybe this will convince you. Put this on and fuck me like a man." Jason unrolled the condom over his hard-on. He still wasn't convinced. Brad lay on his back, rubbed lube over his butt hole and lifted his legs. Jason put lube on the condom and knelt in front of Brad. "Just take it easy going in, okay cowboy. Then I want you ride that ass as hard as you can."

Jason lined himself up, slowly pushed himself into Brad and then began thrusting. Brad pulled Jason on top of him. "I have to say that what you did was very clever." Jason propped himself up and looked at Brad. Brad smiled. "It kind of turns me on."

"You're really okay with me?"

"Are you going to still tutor me in Physics?"

"Yes," Jason said, "but you are going to have to pay me with sex."

Brad smiled. "Ride that ass hard, cowboy. I'm three weeks behind."

Brad and Jason were accepted and decided to attend State University. Jason never admitted to Brad that he was also accepted to Duke, but declined. They decided not to live in the dorms, but rather rented an apartment near campus. Brad played football. Jason studied literature. They eventually moved to Vermont where Brad became a high school football coach, and Jason taught English. In 2004, they were married.

The End #3

Ending #4 (This ending starts the Sunday the day after Brad been auditioned when Jason arrives at Brad's house with the CD in his pocket.)

The next morning when Jason arrived to tutor Brad, Mrs. Johnson was just leaving for church.

"Jason, it's good to see you. I really do appreciate you helping Brad. He told me that you have a mid-term this week and he thinks he could get an A."

"Yeah, he's really doing well. I'm enjoying our sessions, too."

She smiled and said, "You are such a good boy. I was hoping that the two of you would become friends again." Jason nodded and watched as she walked out of the door.

He had in his pocket a CD that he burned with a five minutes edited version of all that had occurred yesterday. However, Jason was now feeling guilty. He realized that he had stooped to Brad's level.

Brad entered the room wrapped in his towel. He smiled at Jason as he rubbed his dick. "Is my mother still here, or did she leave for church."

"She's gone."

"Then why aren't you naked?" Brad said and smiled as he pulled off his towel and began pulling at his dick.

Jason stood and said, "I don't want to do this anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Look Brad, I'm gay. You've got that recorded. To tell you the truth I like sucking your dick and I don't mind you fucking me. It's the only sex I've had since last summer and I look forward to it."

"So, get undressed."

"I hate that you are blackmailing me. I hate myself for let you make me do it. I'm not doing it anymore," Jason said as he walked toward the door. "And you can send the recording to anyone you want." Jason left the house.

Brad called Jason on his cell as Jason started his car. "Jase, come back."

"No. I'm serious. Send it out. I'll deal with it."

"I'm not going to send it out. Come on back."

"No, and I don't believe you."

"Jase, I'll give you the recording. You can have it. I promise."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I'd never sent it out. Please come back and we'll talk."

Jason turned the ignition off on his car. He walked back into Brad's house. Brad handed him the CD. "There aren't any copies."

"What's the catch?"

"No catch. Listen Jason," he looked around, "You're not recording this are you?"

"No."

"I'll suck yours if you'll suck mine."

Jason stood staring at Brad. "You're serious."

"I'll even let you fuck me if you let me fuck you."

"I don't get it," Jason said.

Brad shrugged and smiled. "I guess I'd like to continue our Physics tutorials."

"Oh is that it," Jason said with the CD in hand and a smile on his face, "What if I said I'd tutor you and we don't have to have sex with each other? What then?"

Brad shrugged. "Sounds boring to me, but if you don't want me to suck your dick and let you fuck me, that's okay with me."

"No, I'd be cool with you sucking my cock."

"Then get undressed. My mom will only be gone for a couple of hours."

"And I get to fuck your ass?"

Brad smiled and slapped his butt and said, "Yeah, sure. Butt I get to ride that bubble butt of yours, too." Jason nodded and smiled as he undressed.

Both Brad and Jason were accepted, with scholarships, to State. Brad never heard from any of the major universities he hoped to attend. He reasoned that the group that interviewed him couldn't work their magic to get him accepted. He was more than disappointed, but never told anyone about what had happened.

Jason destroyed the CD and lived feeling guilty for his deception. But not so guilty that he couldn't fall in love with Brad and accept his love. They decided to get an apartment rather than live in the dorms. Brad played for State College and became their star quarterback. He and Jason played straight, but grew to love each other with a rare intensity.

The End #4

Ending #5 (This ending starts on the Saturday when Brad is being auditioned and is being fucked on the bed for the second time by Jason)

Brad, remembering what David said, began meeting each of Jason's pushes forward with a push back. Their bodies began to slam into each other. Brad heard himself say, "Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick. Fuck me hard," as he began jerking himself off. Jason began fucking Brad harder and faster. "Oh yeah, like that," Brad moaned. "Fuck yeah, just like that, Jason."

Jason froze. He watched as Brad pulled off his goggles. Jason moved off the bed. His heart began pounding in his chest. "Why'd you stop?" Brad asked.

"No way. There's no way you knew it was me."

"I knew it had to be you from the start. I recognized your cousin Jimmy."

"No fuckin way."

Jimmy turned off the camcorder. He stared at Brad. Both he and Jason instinctively were preparing for violence.

"Come on. You can't think I'd fall for that shit," Brad said sitting on the bed.

"If you knew, then why did you go through with it?" Jason asked.

"He's hot. I was curious; so, what the hell."

"No way," Jason repeated.

"It's about time you got the balls to get in my ass. I was wondering how long it would take you. But, dude all you had to do was ask."

"No way," Jason kept saying.

"Fuckin' far out," Jimmy said. "You're cool, dude." He moved toward Brad. "Damn, I thought you liked sucking dick too much for someone who was not into it."

Brad said to Jimmy. "I think I should get to fuck you after Jason finishes up on my ass."

"Yeah, sure, I'm up for taking your dick up my ass." Jimmy said to Jason. "Jason, get over here and get busy."

"No way," Jason said.

Brad stepped off the bed. Walked up to Jason, took his hand and walked him to the bed. He looked at Jason and then kissed him hard on the mouth and said, "You going to fuck me or what?"

Jason fucked Brad. Brad fucked Jimmy.

Both Jason and Brad destroyed their respective recordings. Their tutorials continued as did their sex play. Both Brad and Jason were accepted, with scholarships, to State. Brad, as he expected never heard from any of the major universities he hoped to attend. Jason was accepted to Duke, but never told Brad. He turned down their offer. Brad and Jason decided to rent an apartment rather than live in the dorms. Brad played for State College and became their star quarterback. He and Jason played straight, but grew to love each other with a rare intensity.

Brad was drafted into the NFL and is now one of the star quarterbacks. Jason is his manager, personal assistant, and traveling companion. He and Jason continue their secret love affair which is as deep and passionate as ever.

The End #5

The End.

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