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THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 6
I continued into the dining room. Troy's mom and dad were already sitting there. My dad always sits on the end by the windows and my mom sits on the other end. Troy's dad was sitting to his right; his mom was sitting on the other side next to where my mom usually sits. I sat next to Troy's mom so I was in the middle of the table. When Troy and my brother came in, my brother took the chair across from Troy's mom and Troy took the one across from me.
Mom came in carrying the last of the bowls then sat on the other end from my dad. We said grace and started passing the food around taking what we wanted.
We were still passing food around when I jumped. I jumped because a foot was between my legs. I jerked my head up and looked at Troy. He was looking back with a big grin on his face.
"Are you okay?" my mom asked.
Everyone was looking at me. Of course I turned every shade of red you can imagine.
"Yes." I softly said.
It was not a deterrent to Troy. If anything it encouraged him. He started rubbing his foot up and down my thigh.
I gave him a dirty look. All that did was make him smile more. And for sure he didn't stop. I tried shifting away from his foot. He just moved it over to continue rubbing my thigh.
Half was through the meal he slouched down in his chair. Now his foot was against my very hard penis.
When he rubbed his foot back and forth I groaned.
"Are you sure you are okay?" mom asked.
"YES!" I answered. Of course everyone looked and I turned red again.
I moved the hand that had my fork in it down to my lap. I waited a minute then stabbed Troy's foot.
He jerked his foot back hitting his knee on the bottom of the table. That bounced the table. He quickly sat up.
"Mercy," Troy's mom said, "What is wrong with you two?"
Now it was Troy's turn to blush. I just smiled. He looked at me and we both burst out laughing.
"That's enough!" Both our dads said at the same time.
My brother snorted a laugh. Both dads looked at him.
When we finished Troy got up. I asked to be excused and got a nod from my father. We left for my room. As we were going up the stairs I heard my father tell my brother he wasn't excused. Good I thought, maybe we will have a little time before dork shows up. I HATE having a little brother.
Just like earlier after we were in the door Troy picked me up under my arms, turned around and pushed the door shut with my back. His tongue was already in my mouth. I didn't have time to wrap my legs around his waist. He pushed me against the door with his body. I could feel his dick get hard against my leg. Mine got just as hard, just as quick against his stomach. He didn't need his hands to hold me up anymore, His body had me pinned to the door. He was humping into my leg and that only added to my rising fire.
His mouth left mine. He bit into my neck through my shirt. My eyes shot open from the pain. When I looked at him he had squeezed his eyes shut and looked like he was in pain. He pushed hard against my leg and held it. He pumped twice more and again held it against my leg. He did that again. I realized he was cumming. That was all it took and I was filling my underwear with creamy, white sperm.
We heard Robby come barreling up the stairs. Shit, he has the worst timing.
Troy quickly stepped back. I fell to the floor. Luckily I could catch myself before I went all the way. I landed on my feet.
By the time Robby went through his room, the bathroom and into mine Troy was sitting on my bed. I was standing propped up against the door.
Troy laid back, his feet on the floor but the rest of his body was laying open to see. We were both gasping for breath.
"You peed yourself." Robby said. When I looked he was looking at Troy.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yelled, "and don't ever come in again without knocking and waiting for my permission."
He just stood there, mouth open, trying to figure out what was going on.
"It's not pee." Troy said softly.
I was still panting. I took a step toward Robby and he ran back to his room and locked the door.
Troy burst out laughing. I didn't think it was funny and scowled at him. He just laughed harder. I guess my scowl isn't very frightening.
He came over to me, put his arms around me and gave me a soft, loving hug. I melted into it.
I don't want to be gay. I do love Troy. I love how I feel when I am with him. He makes me feel special. It is not just the sex although that blows my mind away. Even when I am in his room checking his homework and he is in his bathroom taking a shower I feel special.
I am standing and he still has me wrapped in his arms. My head is on his chest. The top of my head only comes to his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head, nuzzles his nose into my hair. I nuzzle mine into his shirt. I wish he didn't have his shirt on so I would be against his skin.
Troy picked me up, carried me to my bed and laid me down. He lay next to me still holding me. I was just dozing off when Troy's dad yelled up the stairs.
"Troy," he yelled, "your mother and I are going home. Don't stay too late."
"Okay!" Troy yelled then whispered to me, "I'm not going anywhere until this dries. I don't want anyone else thinking I pissed my pants."
I smiled to myself and nuzzled more into his chest. When I looked at the wet spot I couldn't believe how much he had cum. It was getting bigger instead of smaller.
I got up and went into my bathroom, got my hair drier and returned. Plugging it in next to the bed, I started drying Troy's jeans.
"That's not the kind of blow job I want."
I gave him a crooked smile and replied, "That's the only kind you are going to get, tonight anyway."
When I had his jeans dry I think it was more obvious it was cum. There was a light white ring.
"So what?" he said, "I'm a teenage guy. I get hard and I produce cum."
It just amazed me how nonchalant he was about it. I put the hair dryer away and returned to snuggle between his arm and body then laid my head on his shoulder. We both fell asleep.
It was 5 minutes before 5:00 when I woke up. My alarm was set for 5:00 but I always woke up before it went off. I was on my side facing the wall. An arm was wrapped around me holding me. My top leg was pulled up. My bottom leg was straight with something heavy on top of it. Something was poking my butt.
I sat up and turned. `Oh my God!' I thought. Troy was still in bed with me. We were both still dressed lying on top of the covers.
I looked at the ceiling (my alarm clock projects the time onto the ceiling) again to make sure it was the time I thought it was.
"Troy, Troy," I said, "Wake up it's 5 AM."
With his eyes still closed he grabbed my shoulder and pulled my back down. He turned me away from him and spooned up against me. He was humping my butt.
I wanted to get up and wake him but it felt so good. I succumbed to the feeling and let him continue. His hand moved down and grabbed my hard dick through my clothes.
"OOooohhhh!" I moaned. I wanted his dick in me not humping my butt through clothes.
"Fuck me" I whispered.
It didn't change what he was doing. It was a slow steady pace he was using.
I just lay there enjoying the feeling but wanting more. His pace picked up some. He rolled me onto my stomach and pushed harder into me. His hands went under my shoulders and he grabbed them. That gave him leverage to pull on my shoulders at the same time he pushed his dick against me.
"What the fuck." He said but he didn't stop. He pushed hard and froze in place and grunted loudly. I could tell he was cumming. He pumped 3 more times and froze again. He did that once more then slowly kept moving around on me enjoying his afterglow.
"Man, what a dream." He said. "I'm just sorry I wasn't in you like the dream."
"Me too."
The radio of my clock radio came on. He was laying fully on me.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Five o'clock." I replied.
"SHIT" he said, "I don't remember the last time I slept that good. We have to do that more often."
"We have to get up and get ready for school." I said, "You have to go home and change clothes."
"You're no fun." He said, "Is that all you think about...... school, school, school?"
"School is very important." I replied.
Troy laughed while getting up then said, "I'll see you at school then."
"Do I need a code for the alarm to get out?" Troy asked.
"We don't have an alarm." I said.
I got up, got undressed and went into my bathroom to take a shower. Typical of me I started worrying. Did my parents know Troy spent the night? Did they know what we did? Did Robby know? Will he tell mom?
I put my head under the spray and let the warm water wash over me. It felt so good. I started thinking of Troy. How he smelled. How it feels to be in his arms. How good it was to sleep all night in his arms. How his dick feels inside me. I got hard and started jacking off.
"Is Troy still here?" Robby yelled over the noise of the shower. "I thought I heard him talking."
It scared the shit out of me. I jumped and almost fell. My dick was soft in two seconds. "No," I yelled, "He left."
I finished my shower. When I opened the curtain to get my towel Robby was gone. I dried, put my deodorant on and went to my room to get dressed.
As I was putting my underwear on Robby knocked on the open bathroom door. He had a scared look.
"Come in." I said.
He came in and sat on my bed in just his tighty-whities. That is what we both wore to sleep in. It was a good 5 minutes before he spoke. I was almost finished dressing.
"If it wasn't pee," he asked, "What was it?"
I knew what he was talking about but I hesitated answering. I didn't know how much I should tell him. He wouldn't get sex education until later in the school year.
"You are too young." I said, "You will find out when you have sex ed."
"Please," he said, "I just want to know. I won't tell anyone."
First, I understood why he wanted to know. Second, he said please. I don't think I ever heard him say it before.
"It was sperm." I started, "You can't tell anyone."
"I promise." He quickly said.
"It is what makes babies. You will learn about it in Sex Ed at school this year."
"He's going to have a baby?" Robby asked with an astonished look on his face.
I took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. Why did I start this?
"No." I stopped and thought about where I should go on and how much should I tell him. "You can't tell anyone, not even your best friend, about anything I am about to tell you."
"I won't, I won't. I promise." His eyes were as big as silver dollars, "Cross my heart and hope to die."
"A boy puts his penis inside a girl's vagina when they have sex. He moves it back and forth until his sperm squirts out inside her. The sperm travels inside her to her egg and when the sperm penetrates the egg it forms a baby. It takes 9 months."
"You had a girl in here?"
"No there are other ways to make the sperm come out."
I looked over at him. Even though he was sitting it was clearly evident that he was hard. Of course that made mine start to rise.
"Do you make sperm?"
"Yes." Because I didn't get to finish jacking off in the shower I was so hard it hurt. Well that and it being caught pushed down by my jeans. I adjusted my penis upward to relieve the pressure.
"Would you show me?"....."Please!"
"I don't have time." I must be an idiot, "Maybe after school."
That more than satisfied him. He jumped off my bed and ran to his room to get ready for school.
When I walk to school, which is what I did today, I go early. If you get to school more than 15 minutes early they make you go to the cafeteria to wait. They don't want kids roaming the halls or in a classroom without the teacher being there.
As soon as I sat down Sherrie said, "How are you?"
"Fine."
"Don't get all upset but you did it. I can tell by the glow you have."
I blushed. I turned to look around. I wanted to see who might have heard her. No one was even close to us. I turned back and smiled.
"You lucky bitch." Sherrie said laughing as she said it.
It started me thinking. I am really lucky to have someone in my life like Troy. And I guess I do play the part of a bitch in more ways than one. I drop my drawers and spread my legs for him. And I am kind of flighty at times like the outbreak in the cafeteria.
I couldn't think of what to say so I said, "Takes one to know one."
She just laughed harder then said, "I wish, I wish."
The other guys started coming in that normally sit with us.
I was starting to get worried because Troy was not there yet. "I wonder where Troy is."
"You probably wore him out." As soon as she said it she turned red. I'll say one thing for Sherrie, she is a fast thinker. Immediately she added, "You don't realize how much energy it takes for most of us to think. It's easy for you and the drilling (she winked at me) you gave him last night made him sleep through the alarm."
Everyone laughed but I don't think they caught the double meaning. And if she only knew it was my bed he slept in what would she think.
The five minute bell rang so we all got up to go to first period. Troy was still not there. Now I really was worried. He just left me a few hours ago. Where could he be?
Half was through first period an office aid came into class and talked to the teacher.
The teacher said out loud, "Rodger, take your books and report to the office."
Of course all the kids moaned and one said, "You're in trouble." My heart was in my throat.
As I walked into the office I saw my dad standing with the principle talking. What did I do that he called my dad?
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