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THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 20
When we got home we both left John to fend for himself. Where Troy walked fast I was at a run. Leaving the door open, I was on the stairs by the time Troy came in.
My shirt was off at the bottom of the stairs. I dropped it there. First one shoe and then the other as I was going up, my socks were in the hallway, my jeans and underwear were at the bedroom door.
By the time Troy came in I was in the middle of the bed, ass up and head down. If he couldn't take that hint we were in trouble.
I know I had a desperate look. I was desperate.
I turned to watch him. He stood there smiling. He slowly took his shirt off. He took one shoe off, held it for a minute then dropped it. He stood for another minute then took the other shoe off.
"Hurry damn it." I said.
He just laughed. I could kill him.
He closed the door. After taking his pants off he walked over to place them neatly on his valet. He had never done that before; he always dropped his clothes on the floor.
Seeing the bulge his dick made in his underwear made my boy pussy twitch.
"Please!" I whined.
He got on the bed from the bottom and knee walked up towards me. Instead of his dick what I got was his tongue.
"OOOOOHHHH!!!" I vibrated.
"FUCK ME!" I yelled.
I said before I got pleasure out of giving Troy pleasure but right now I needed to be satisfied. I needed him in me.
He didn't though. He sucked my balls into his mouth from behind me. His hand reached between my legs and tugged on my dick. He let my balls slip from his mouth and ran his tongue across my taint, across my hole and up to my back. It then came back down to circle and tease me.
My butt cheeks grabbed at his tongue and tried to pull it in. Using his two thumbs he pried them apart. He leaned back and was just looking at it. I was about to pass out from need. Have you ever needed it so bad it was driving you crazy?
His tongue pushed at my pussy. I opened some and let it in. He filled it with saliva. His two thumbs entered together and pulled to open me more.
I couldn't take any more. I spun around, pushed Troy onto his back and sat. His dick automatically found its mark. It was too much, too soon but I couldn't stop myself. When I was fully down I sighed with relief.
I opened my eyes to look at Troy. He had the goofiest grin. I leaned down and we softly kissed.
I sat back up and started a slow up and down. I think I could feel every ridge of his cock as my pussy milked it.
Up and down I went starting to gain speed. I was delirious. I leaned forward a little and put my left hand on his shoulder. My right went up in the air and swung back and forth like a cowboy riding a bronco. The faster I went the more my arm swung. I didn't say it but felt like yelling "Yeehaw".
I came. I didn't stop. I continued until Troy came and I came a second time. Never once did I touch my dick nor did Troy. I came just from the prostate massage I was receiving.
I was exhausted. I fell forward with my head on his shoulder. He wasn't done. He rolled us to our sides. His dick came out. I whined. He rolled me onto my stomach and slid back in.
He was in the push-up position for a while slowly moving his dick in and out of me. It felt fantastic. His urgency took over.
He lowered himself to lay on my back. Putting his hands under me and holding my shoulders, his pace quickened and his drives became harder. Between that and my dick rubbing the sheets I was almost there again.
Harder and faster, harder and faster, then he shoved in as far as he could. He grunted as I felt his dick swell. That took me over the top again. We came. He pulled back and shoved in hard again. We came. Three maybe four times we did that. How did I have any cum left?
Troy was still laying on me when I fell asleep. I awoke when I felt a warm wet cloth on my butt. He gently cleaned me, his finger on the cloth to get in my hole. I laid there content to be taken care of.
When he finished he kissed my hole then put me under the covers. I do remember him getting in bed with me. I moved back to spoon against his warm body.
Saturday morning I slept until 7:00. Even then I did not get up. My head was on Troy's shoulder, my arm across his chest and my leg on his stomach. I was so relaxed and content. Never in my life have I felt like this. It is so right, so good. Is any 14 year old as lucky as I am?
I moved back so I could watch him sleep. His nose twitched. I giggled. He looked so peaceful. I started to get up but he pulled me back against his shoulder. I laid like that for a minute or two but I had to pee badly.
I got out from under his arm and made my way to the bathroom. I was hard and couldn't get the pee to start because of pushing my dick down. I could smell myself and I stunk so I gave up and turned the shower on.
As soon as I was in the warm water I let loose. I peed so hard it hit my face. At first it was disgusting but then I thought what if it was Troy's. Hmm, I'll have to think about that later. Maybe he will mark me as his like a dog marks his spot. Then I thought, `I'm sick to think that'.
I finished my shower, brushed my teeth, put Troy's deodorant on and went into the bedroom. Troy had not moved. I let him sleep. I pulled on yesterday's boxers and went to fix coffee.
As I was going down the stairs I thought how we needed to move my things over here. What about all my books? Well my clothes for sure and my bathroom stuff. I was smiling about that as I walked into the kitchen.
John was sitting with a cup of coffee and a scowl on his face. "Tonight you get the coffee pot ready so all I have to do is turn it on."
I looked at the counter. Coffee grounds were all over and some on the floor. I laughed.
"It's not funny damn it." He said then laughed too.
"How about toast, cold cereal and orange juice for breakfast?" I asked.
"Sounds good to me," he answered, "We'll be going out for breakfast tomorrow."
We had finished eating and I was rinsing the dishes in the sink when Troy came in. All he had on was shorts. He came over behind me, put his arms around me. I was engulfed by him. He kissed the top of my head.
I turned my head and we kissed. He had showered and brushed his teeth. He smelled so good. I turned my body around so I could put my arms around him. It was a better kiss now. Not a sexual, I'm horny kiss, but a I love you kiss.
I went to get his cereal. Troy went to get coffee.
"What the hell is all over?" Troy asked.
John and I laughed.
"It's all over my feet."
We laughed harder. While Troy was eating I cleaned up the coffee grounds.
John asked, "What was the YEEHAW?"
I don't think I had ever blushed that hard before. It felt like my head was going to pop off. Troy laughed so hard he choked on his cereal. It wasn't funny. I was sure I just thought it but didn't say it. John just shook his head.
"Today we need to move some of my things over here." I said when I recovered.
They didn't say anything.
I went on, "Not everything but the stuff I use every day."
"Why not everything?" Troy asked.
"Well I don't need all my books." I replied.
"We could add bookshelves in one of the spare bedrooms and make it a library." Troy said.
"How many books?" John asked.
"Thousands." Troy said.
"It's not thousands." I said.
"How many?" John asked.
"Maybe eight or nine hundred."
"It's more than that." Troy said.
"And I don't need them. I just want to move the things I need until we go to Baylor." I went on, "You know clothes and personal stuff. I had to use your deodorant this morning.
"You don't like my deodorant?" he asked sounding hurt.
"I do like your deodorant but for health reason that is something we shouldn't share."
"I don't care if you use it or even my toothbrush."
"I don't care if you use it either." John said. "You two go get dressed so we can go to the hospital."
We started towards the stairs. John added, "And don't go fooling around and taking all day."
About half way up the stairs Troy pinched my butt. I yelled, then "GGGggrrrrrr!"
Yes I actually growled. I stopped and made Troy go in front of me. And I did not have the urge to pinch his butt. I did like Troy's scent as I followed him.
I put yesterday's clothes on. I really hate doing that but I didn't have anything else to put on. Troy took the shorts off he had on and was standing there naked. It took ALL of my willpower to keep myself from walking over and sucking his cock into my mouth.
He put boxer briefs on. He went most of the time commando so it surprised me. Then he put basketball shorts on and a t-shirt with our high school logo on it. He looks good in everything but what he had on made me want to jump his bones.
I restrained myself and went back downstairs. Troy came down just a few minutes later and the three of us left for the hospital.
It was 9:30 when we got to the hospital. Again Mary got excited when we came into the room. Troy and I each kissed a cheek at the same time. John kissed her lips after we stepped back.
It was a good visit. Although Mary still could not talk very well she knew how to communicate. She would use gestures as she tried to talk. Between the two we could figure out what she was saying. She told Troy and I how happy she was for us.
Troy moved a chair over next to the bed. John sat and held hands with Mary. Of course the talk moved to football. John was telling her, in detail, about every play that Troy made. I could see tears in Mary's eyes and dabbed them with Kleenex. I couldn't believe Troy was getting embarrassed.
At 10:45 I left to get my lab coat and join rounds.
At Mrs. Morrison's room as the intern discussed how she was doing she signaled me to come closer. When I did she took my hand and placed it on her belly. I could feel the baby moving. It is such an amazing feeling.
She smiled and said to me, "God bless you."
"And you and the baby also." I added.
When we got to Mary's room I automatically took the chart. After briefly looking at it I handed it to one of the interns.
I reported, "Mary is doing quite well. Her wounds have healed nicely and her rehab is going very well."
Doctor Patterson added, "I think she is close to being moved to a rehab facility."
John looked shocked. So did Troy but it didn't surprise me. She is doing much better than others I have seen on rounds that have moved to rehab.
I felt she was ready wound wise but I liked what Kelley was doing with her. I asked, "What about the work Kelley is doing with her?"
"She will get much more intensive work at the rehab center." Doctor Patterson said, "What Kelley has done is why I think she should be in rehab."
Great," I thought, Life is going to get more complicated if I keep coming to the hospital. And I do want to keep coming.'
"It will be at least a week before we move her." He said.
I left with the group to take the lab coat back to Keith's office. My intern friend followed beside me.
"How can you tell if a guy is gay?" he asked.
"You can't," I said, "He may act effeminate but is straight. And may act macho but be gay."
"How did you find out, uh, uh. What do you call him?"
"You mean Troy?" I asked.
"Yes, him," he said, "What do you call him?"
"Troy."
"I mean what is he to you since you are married?" he asked.
"Well the only one that said anything was the judge who married us." I answered. "He pronounced us `husband and husband' So I guess he is my husband and I am his husband."
"Okay," he went on, "then how did you know your husband was gay?" he asked.
"He told me." I answered. "We had fooled around a couple of times and I was upset, not wanting to admit I was gay so he said he was and it was okay to be gay. I don't think I have admitted it to myself yet."
He laughed, "How can you marry a guy and not admit you are gay?"
"I know, I know." I said, "I am definitely gay but I worry about what people will say and do. If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of small and I don't want to be beat up."
We were almost to the office when I added, "I used to hate him. He was one of the guys that picked on me at school. Actually he did it the most. He would trip me going down the hall. He would knock my books out of my hand. He would give me noogies, well I used to hate that but now I like it when he does. But somehow I went from hating him more than anyone in the world to loving him more than anyone."
"How did that happen?" he asked.
"My mother."
"YOUR MOTHER!"
"He was getting average grades and needed those to get better to get into a division one school" I replied, "My mother said I could tutor him. His parents thought that was great. My parents thought it was great. He thought it was great. I thought it was my worst nightmare."
He laughed again. We were at the office but he didn't want to leave me. I took the coat in and when I came out he was still standing there.
He followed me back to Mary's room. I could tell he had more to ask but was afraid to say it.
I stopped in the stairway, turned to him and said, "Just say it or ask it, it won't bother me."
He looked stunned but he came out and said it. "How can I meet a gay guy?"
"Go to a gay bar." I answered.
"I don't know if I could." He said. "It sounds like you and Troy lucked out."
"I guess we did." I said, "But really, go to a gay bar, watch other guys there. After a while you will recognize how to know who is gay and who is not. Some people call it gay-dar."
We continued up the steps.
He said, "I would be too nervous to do that. I couldn't go by myself. Maybe you could go with me?"
"Yeah, right," I said, "I don't think they let 14 year olds in bars. Maybe Troy could go with you. He's not 21 but he looks like he is."
"Do you think he would?" he asked excitedly. "Would you ask him?"
We got back to Mary's room. Before going in I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Believe me I know it is scary. I am still scared of how people will react once they find out about me, especially at school. If you never try you will never know what could have been."
When I went into Mary's room Troy and John were both grumpy. Mary smiled and shook her head. I knew what she meant.
"Have you two eaten lunch?" I asked.
They both shook their head no and Troy said, "I'm starved." And his stomach growled to emphasize it.
We went to Chili's and returned to the hospital. At 4:00 I left to make rounds again.
He was on my instantly. "Did you ask him?"
"No," I replied, "I didn't want to ask in front of his father."
"Besides," I went on, "I think it would be better for you to go by yourself. No one will approach you if they think you are with Troy."
"I'm not ready to be approached." He said, "I just want to see what it's like."
When I got back to Mary's room all three of them looked exhausted. It was time to go to supper at my house anyway. Is it still my house? I was having trouble with that thought.
My sister was on me the minute we stepped into the door. She pushed me towards the stairs and up them. She didn't even try to pinch my butt. Whatever she wanted must be important. She pushed me down the hall and into her room closing the door behind us.
I wondered if I needed Troy to protect me. She moved me to sit on her bed then stood in front of me, crossed her arms and looked very threatening.
"I am so pissed at you." She growled.
"What did I do?" I whimpered.
"You did it before I did." She replied, "and I'm 5 years older than you. It's not fair."
I smiled, she smiled.
"You mean you're a virgin?" I asked. I was shocked. She was always the one to push the envelope. It drove mom and dad crazy because of the things she would try.
"Yes, I'm a virgin."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I haven't found the ONE yet." She said.
"I have."
She bopped my head. "That's not fair."
"You already said that." I said.
She sat down next to me on the bed. "What's it like?"
I smiled.
"Is he good?"
I smiled bigger.
"I want to watch." She said, "I want to see what it's like so I don't make a fool of myself when I do it."
"You can't." I replied. "Trust me you won't make a fool out of yourself. Once you start instinct takes over. It's like automatic."
"Does he fuck you?"
I smiled and my face flushed. I was also getting horny.
"How big is it?"
"It's just right."
"Does it hurt?"
"Sometimes, when we first start but then it gets good." I said then added, "It doesn't hurt if I'm really horny and can't wait like last night."
Just thinking about it was making my butt twitch. I started squirming around on the bed.
We were called down for supper. I didn't think I could eat because all I could think about was Troy fucking me.
I thought it was sweet of Rachael to hug and kiss Troy on the cheek before we sat down. They whispered back and forth. I think she loves him as much as she loves me.
We did eat though. But don't ask me what we had because I have no idea. My thoughts were elsewhere. When we had dessert everyone had coffee except Robby and I. I do remember dessert. It was mom's homemade apple pie.
Troy and John were still drinking their coffee when I said, "John looks tired. We should go so he can get to bed."
John looked at me then I think he knew what my ulterior motive was. He drank the last of his coffee and stood. I don't think Troy was ready to go but when I put my hand on his upper leg and squeezed he changed his mind.
I hugged and kissed mom and dad. I gave Robby a hug and turned to do the same to Rachael but she was not there. Oh well, I will see her tomorrow at church so I can say goodbye to her before she heads back to college.
The trip home was quiet. Home, doesn't that have a nice sound to it. I don't know why they were quiet but there was only one thing on my mind and I couldn't wait to get it.