15 comments/  29974 views/  59 favorites

The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 02

By: perihelion



I usually go to the Student Center at ten every morning during the break before my eleven o'clock class. I get a midmorning snack and either study or talk with friends. Surprisingly, Tom and his girlfriend Sandy were there that morning. I'd seen them occasionally but they normally didn't frequent the center when I was there.

I watched them as they walked through the café line, both of them like royalty on show for their adoring public. I tried not to stare at Tom in his football jersey and tight jeans but it was hard to ignore him. I was surprised when he turned and walked to the table where I was sitting alone.

"Is it okay if we join you?" he smiled.

"Sure, go ahead."

I cleared the table of my books. Sandy looked astonished that Tom had decided to sit with someone she didn't know.

"Sandy, let me introduce to my engineering tutor. This is Lucas Blake and he's the smartest guy in the engineering department, maybe the whole college."

Tom was grinning and as usual, I blushed. Sandy suddenly seemed interested in me, maybe a little curious.

"Tom's just trying to pump me up for some free tutoring sessions," I laughed.

"Well, don't let him. Tom's too used to people giving him things for nothing."

Sandy was smiling but her tone had a bite. From the look on Tom's face at her comment I could see there was trouble in paradise. Tom's dark look was quickly hidden as he sat down with orange juice and a bagel.

"Lucas was the quarterback of his high school football team but an injury kept him from going out for the college team, thank God."

Tom's eyes were dancing with merriment.

"Like he'd need to worry about me," I said.

"Are you involved with any sports now?" asked Sandy.

"I swim a couple of times a week and I go for a run every day. I keep up with what's going on in the sports world and I go to games but I'm not a member of any teams now."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Sandy's probing eyes were looking for a weakness in my character.

"I've dated several girls since I started here but no one steady like you and Tom."

Tom rolled his eyes at me.

"I dated Maxine Watkins most of last year but we were never serious or anything."

"So you're Maxine's Lucas. I can see why she liked you."

"Oh yeah, she was on the cheerleading squad so you knew her," I replied.

"Yeah, and she was in my dorm."

"Too bad she transferred out."

"She didn't have any choice."

"Yeah, she was needed at home so she needed to go back to Oregon."

Sandy's laugh was tinged with a nastiness I didn't like. From Tom's quick glance to me I could see he didn't like it either.

"She was needed at home all right," she said sarcastically. "She was on academic probation and the dean basically told her she needed to find another school for the fall quarter. So she went home to Oregon."

"She never told me that. If she had I might could have helped her."

Sandy reached over and patted my hand. I hated the patronizing intimacy of her touch.

"No, Lucas, I doubt you'd have been able to help her unless you wanted to tutor her in remedial work she should have gotten in high school. None of us could ever understand how Maxine even got accepted here. It was her writing; her written grammar was awful, and it kept dragging her down in all of her classes. Like a fool she was taking French and she barely knew the parts of speech in English."

"I didn't know. She was always a fun girl to be with and we never really talked about her classes."

"We all loved her but I'm afraid Maxine's true calling is to be a beautician. I told her she needed to enroll in cosmetology school and forget college."

"God, remember how she dyed her hair a different color every week?" Tom laughed.

We all burst out laughing.

"Remember when the dye burned her the ends of her hair and she ended up looking like she had Afro tips?" I chuckled.

"And remember when she tried to change colors and her hair turned baby shit green?" Sandy laughed. "Maxine was so much fun and we had a blast with her in the girl's dorm but she just isn't college material. Even she admitted it."

I shrugged.

"I still can't believe she never let on to me about her problems. And we dated almost all of sophomore year. My sophomore year, that is; she was a freshman."

"And there's no one special this year?"

"Oh, give it a rest, Sandy," Tom said. "I brought you over here to meet my tutor, not for you to give him the third degree."

His knee bumped mine under the table and he grinned, his eyes dancing.

"Are you coming to the game tonight? We're playing our biggest rivals and it's the most important game of the season."

Sandy sounded excited.

"I'll be there. Tom gave me two tickets to some of the best seats in the stadium."

She suddenly looked pissed off.

"Tom! I thought you were going to give those tickets to Sue and Pete."

"Pete's already got tickets so I gave them to my tutor."

Tom looked amused that Sandy was annoyed.

"Who are you bringing with you?" she asked.

"I asked Mary Beth Hudson to go with me."

Several people stopped at the table to talk to Tom and we spent the next twenty minutes or so discussing the big game. Tom took my hand and squeezed it as we stood to leave.

"I'll see you at the game tonight and I'll be over to your apartment at one o'clock tomorrow. How about I bring some Chinese?"

His eyes said we'd be doing more than vector analysis.

As usual, Tom was great at the game that night, making six touchdown passes. It was a massacre and the home crowd cheered so loudly I thought the stadium would collapse from sound reverberations. Tom was carried off the field by his teammates, his face one of total joy.

Mary Beth and I slipped out quietly and I took her back to her dorm room for an obligatory fuck. I'd dated her several times and she'd thrown herself at me from the beginning. After two dates I'd fucked her and now she expected that every date would end with sex. I felt like her whore but she was a good cover for me.

True to his word, Tom knocked on my door at one o'clock on Saturday. He came barreling in with two paper bags, wearing blue jeans and a football jersey.

"I didn't know what you like so I got vegetable fried rice, General Tso's chicken, beef egg foo yung, and shrimp lo mein," he laughed. "If you like Chinese, surely you've got to like one of them."

"Actually, I like all of them. Did you get fortune cookies?"

"Oh yeah," he grinned, "but I'm your dessert."

"Oh, you are, are you?"

"Damn straight, and you're mine."

"I see you didn't bring any books with you."

He put the bags on the kitchen table and turned to face me, grinning mischievously.

"Yeah, about that... I have the money with me but I wasn't sure how you wanted to work our tutoring payment today."

He leaned in and kissed my lips gently.

"So how do you plan to explain your visit to me today? I mean to your girlfriend and your coach."

"I'm not explaining anything to them. We're going to have lunch and have so much fun together that we'll never get around to studying. Fuck 'em, nobody owns me."

"Sandy might think otherwise."

"She'd be wrong."

"It seems like we're both having the same problem. I've got to cut Mary Beth loose as soon as possible. At first it was just fun, no strings attached and she was the one who made that rule but now she's starting to check up on me."

"You're right, time to move on. I should have moved on from Sandy a long time ago but we just fell into a kind of groove, the quarterback and the head cheerleader. The funny thing is I know she's only going out with the quarterback. She drop me immediately if I quit the team."

"I know the type."

"Right, don't we all? And she's not even a good fuck."

I put plates on the table and we sat next to each other as we ate.

"This lo mein is delicious. Taste it."

He put his fork to my lips to feed me. We spent the next half hour feeding each other Chinese food. Finally we each had a fortune cookie. He laughed as he read his fortune.

"Go ahead, tell me your fortune," he grinned.

"You will have financial success. Bah, humbug. What does yours say?"

"You'll soon meet your true love."

"Yeah, right," I said sarcastically. "I'd like to know who sits around and makes up these hokey fortunes. I might be more of a believer if at least the lottery numbers on the back ever paid off."

"Who knows? Maybe I have met my one true love."

"Sandy?"

"Maybe it's you."

I was stunned into silence as he looked at me, his eyes never wavering. I swallowed hard and was having difficulty breathing.

"What do you mean?" I croaked.

"I mean what I said, Lucas; maybe you're my one true love."

"I don't know what to say... Come on, Tom, what's going on here?"

"What's going on? You tell me."

He just smiled enigmatically and my heart sank. Was he just playing with me? I could see I was already taking it too seriously when we were supposed to be...what?

"Okay, I know you're over here for me to suck your cock and I'm going to do it but I won't do it forever without some kind of reciprocation, Tom. Jacking myself off while I suck you and shooting my load on the floor is not enough for me."

"It isn't?" he grinned. "You mean sucking the quarterback's dick as often as you want isn't enough to keep you happy?"

He was joking and serious at the same time, so incredibly sexy and handsome, and I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him that instant but I couldn't. I could sense that something had changed and it made me uncomfortable.

"It isn't just that...," I mumbled.

"I know," he said softly. "And do you remember I told you we'd let you call the shots this time? Don't overthink this, Lucas. Sandy's always overthinking every goddamn thing I do."

He bent over, untied his shoes and took them off, then removed his socks.

"What are you doing?"

His hand touched mine on the table.

"You'll see."

He stood up and stripped naked in front of me, dropping his clothes on the kitchen floor beside his athletic shoes, his eyes never leaving mine. His tall muscled body was incredible, a hairless torso with thick underarm hair and a thin treasure trail leading from the lower part of his stomach to a mass of untamed pubic curls. His legs were covered with dark brown hair and his feet were beautiful, long and slender. His cock stood erect from the pubic jungle, maybe seven inches long with a thick helmet head atop it.

He struck a muscle man pose and grinned.

"You like?"

I just nodded and he fell to his knees in front of me. He pushed my legs apart and his mouth covered my cock through my jeans. His sky blue eyes never left mine as his hands rubbed my legs through the thick jean cloth. Then he unzipped my pants and pulled my erect penis out.

"Damn, dude, how big is this thing? It's like a giant beer can!"

"Nine and half inches," I moaned as he grinned up at me, sexy, mischievous, irresistible.

"Goddamn, how tall are you?"

"Six five," I panted.

"So am I. Why didn't I get a cock this big? Some people have all the fucking luck plus you shoot a whole cup of cum."

"Half a cup," I joked nervously as my body shivered at his touch.

He began to lick my cock from the root to the tip, his eyes dancing with merriment as they looked into mine. I started to undo my pants but he slapped my hands.

"Nope, I'm sucking your cock like you're a straight man letting a queer suck him off. No skin touch except my mouth on your big cock."

With that his mouth engulfed my cock and he began to suck, his head bobbing up and down. The visual stimulation alone had me near ejaculation. The sexiest stud on campus, the dream fantasy of my masturbation sessions, naked on his knees sucking me off in my kitchen was almost too much for me to take in.

"I'm gonna cum," I groaned and pushed his head.

He slapped my hand away and grinned as he looked up at me.

"Mmmm, hmmm," he hummed, his voice a deep bass that vibrated through my cock.

He caught my balls in his hand, rolling each one gently through his fingers as he sucked. Suddenly I felt it from deep within me, an orgasm building like I'd never had before, and my penis began to jerk as it spurted forth in unprecedented spasms. Tom continued to suck me, swallowing as much as he could. What he couldn't swallow dribbled down his chin and dripped onto his chest.

The sight of the man of my dreams with my cum dribbling down his chin was overpowering. I ran my fingers through his short brown hair and touched his cheek. Then he stood up and leaned down to kiss me in my chair. His mouth was full of my cum and he dropped it into mine, swirling our tongues in it. He straddled me and sat on my lap, his arms wrapped around me as we kissed.

He pulled away from me and then kissed the tip of my nose gently.

"Any more questions about what's going on here? About what my intentions are?"

I was too dazed to reply.

"The quarterback of your college football team has just gotten down on his knees on your kitchen floor and sucked your cock," he grinned. "You don't have anything to say? I know I'm not a pro a cock sucking but I thought I did a pretty good job."

"It was fantastic and I wouldn't know..."

His lips covered mine and he ground his ass crevice into my cock.

"You wouldn't know what, big boy?"

"It's the first time I've had a man suck my cock."

"And?" he arched his eyebrows playfully.

"And it was better than any girl ever did."

"I thought so," he teased. "So do you trust me now?

I nodded yes and he smiled.

"Good. At least you see I intend it to be give and take."

I kissed his nipple and he tapped my head with his finger, shaking his head no.

"Aren't you going to let me suck you today?"

"Nope, I've got other plans."

Again with the arched eyebrows.

"Am I included in these plans?"

"For a boy who's supposed to be a genius you seem awful slow witted today, Lucas."

He covered my face with kisses and I felt my cock getting erect again with the heat between his spread cheeks pressed against it. I could feel his sphincter muscle as it clenched and relaxed, over and over again. Looking into his eyes I suddenly began to blush and he laughed.

"That's right, Lucas," he said as he kissed me over and over again. "I want you to fuck me."

It might have taken me awhile to come out of my sexual haze but at last all was clear to me. I put my fingers in his mouth and he sucked them. Then I put my hand under his ass and pressed a wet finger against his hole.

"You mean like this?" I whispered huskily as I inserted my middle finger into him, searching for his hot button. He threw his head back and trembled.

"Actually, I had something much bigger in mind but that's a good start," he groaned.

I kissed his throat and down his chest to suck on his nipples. I was about to fuck my first man and it was Tom Braddock. My body was tingling and I was fully erect again in record time.

"Let's go to my bed," I whispered.

"No," he said, his voice gravelly. "Fuck me here. On the kitchen floor."

His eyes were burning with passion.

"I need..."

He reached over and pulled a small bag from the table, putting it in my hand.

"Condoms and lube, big boy. I stopped at the corner pharmacy and picked them up on the way here. Now fuck me."

"I thought you were letting me call the shots today."

"Are you saying you DON'T want to fuck the college quarterback in his ass?"

I eased his body to the floor as he clung to me. I stood and slowly stripped naked in front of him as he watched, his eyes aflame with desire as he licked his lips. His face and his chest were flushed, his nipples and his penis erect.

I knelt between his legs and lifted them, pushing them back over his head, and splaying his ass open wide so his twitching hole lay before me. I leaned in and licked it causing him to moan. I licked and kissed his ass until his hole began to open for my tongue to probe it.

"Oh, my god," he moaned over and over.

He was mewling like a kitten as I fucked him with my tongue. His penis lay against his stomach leaking so much precum I wondered if might have ejaculated.

"Put your cock in me, Lucas," he whimpered.

His blue eyes still burned into mine as I quickly put on a condom and squirted lube into his opening. I lifted his legs above my shoulders as I knelt between them and slowly pushed my cock into him. He grabbed my arms and squeezed hard.

"Too much?" I whispered.

He shook his head no.

"Take it slow."

I pushed gradually until over half of my penis was in him and then he suddenly pushed his body against mine, impaling himself onto my cock. He shuddered and cried out. I started to withdraw and he pulled me back into him.

"Fuck me hard," he ordered hoarsely.

I withdrew my penis to his opening and then slammed back into him. His fingers dug into my back as he began to rock with my motion. I fucked him hard until suddenly he arched his back and pearly ropes of semen exploded from his cock onto his chest, his face, and the floor.

Tom's sphincter squeezed my cock harder with each shot until I was past the point of no return. I quickly pulled my cock from his ass and ripped the condom off before kneeling over him and blasting my cum into his face. I painted his face and neck with my juice, all the while looking into those shining blue eyes.

Tom reached up and pulled me down beside him and I began to lick his cum from his chest. I could tell a difference between his and mine, his being tarter, mine more musky. As I would fill my mouth with cum I'd kiss him and share it with him. I licked him until his body and face were clean. He cuddled into my arms, his face against my chest.

"You're so hairy," he said. "I love it. You've got all this black hair everywhere but your ass and back."

"Glad you like it. Maxine wanted me to shave it off."

"That stupid bitch! Don't you ever!"

He bit my nipple and rubbed his face in my chest hair.

"Is that an order, Mr. Quarterback?"

"You're goddamn right," he commanded playfully. "My man doesn't shave hair off his body."

"So I guess I'm growing a beard?"

"I guess I can let you shave your face but I'd like to see you with a beard just once."

He bit another nipple, hard, and my penis started to get erect again. He was so warm and the tiled kitchen floor was cold and hard. He threw his leg over mine and pressed himself into me, humming.

"I enjoy being with you, Lucas," he said, twirling his fingers in my pubic hair and teasing my cock.

"I'm glad."

I kissed the top of his head and fluffed his hair.

He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest facing me, the tip of his cock and his balls lying on the floor. I continued to lay on the floor and his feet were by my face. I kissed one gently and licked it.

"You've got beautiful feet, Tom," I said softly. "Every goddamn thing about you is beautiful and perfect, your hair, your teeth, your feet, everything...your life."

"You think so?" he laughed. "That's funny, and here I was thinking the same thing about you, that you're about the most perfect and wonderful man I've ever met."

I snorted.

"I'm just a guy, one some people call a nerd."

"You're the most handsome and magnificent nerd in the world. You're the guy they'd put on the cover of a romance novel as Prince Charming, one of those awful pieces of shit Sandy reads."

"Well, I'm glad you like the packaging. I guess you like hairy guys with black hair and I like smooth guys with brown hair."

"Lucas, do you have any idea how many times I've jacked off thinking about you?"

I laughed.

"Come on, I'm still in shock over this afternoon. I didn't think you'd ever noticed me while it's been all I can do to keep my eyes off you since we were at freshman orientation."

"I thought so," he chuckled. "And I waited over two years for you to make a move. Finally I decided I needed some tutoring. From you."


The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 02



"So this was a set up?" I smiled.

"Yes and no," he smirked. "Yes, I needed some help with the math, but no, not bad enough to get it from anyone but you."

"And we're back to where this began. Where is our relationship going or is it even a relationship or..."

He stood up abruptly.

"Oh shit!" he yelled. "I told Sandy I'd take her to a party for the football team this afternoon!"

He began to dress frantically.

"You need to get a shower, Tom. You smell like cum and sex."

He laughed.

"I'll get a shower at the dorm and I'll tell the guys I've been eating pussy if anybody smells it."

I was still lying naked on the floor, entertained at his wild race to dress. He put his shoes on without socks and left them on my floor.

"You can put these under your pillow," he grinned. "That way you can smell them if you miss me."

"Fuck you, Tom," I snickered.

"No, next time I fuck you," he said as he leaned over and kissed me.

"We're on for Monday's session?"

I nodded.

"Good, I'll bring pizza."

He looked at me on the floor and grinned.

"You know, every time I come in this kitchen from now on I'm going to remember you giving me the best fuck of my life right here on the floor."

I watched his back as he raced out the door. Eventually I got up and cleared the table, cleaning up the kitchen in the nude. I couldn't stop my mind from racing with questions about him, about us. 

Was this just casual sex and nothing more, his experimenting with gay sex? Would it end when he decided he didn't need to be tutored anymore? What was I to him and how did Sandy fit in?

I swore to myself that I would not become clinging, that I wouldn't start expecting him to call or stop by, all things I hated in my girlfriends.

I also swore that I wasn't going to let him break my heart...

I got dressed and went for a run.



The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 03



Tom's tutoring session was set for six o'clock Monday evening and I decided to go for a short run at four thirty.

"Anyone ever tell you that you run like a girl?"

Tom had pulled up beside me, in tennis shorts and a football jersey cut off midriff. He was grinning at me.

"Kiss my ass, Braddock," I snorted.

"I'd love to, it's all I can think about."

His eyes were dancing with laughter.

"You may be a big shot quarterback but there was a time when I could run your ass into the ground. I won state finals in track back home."

"Your knee and ankle?"

"Yeah, I have to be careful now. It was almost a year before I could even run."

"That's why I'm taking it easy with you," he laughed. "I'm okay jogging at your pace, snail. The coach put us through our paces this afternoon but he cut us loose early. I showered and came over only to find you out running."

"And now you're getting sweaty again."

"I've hardly broken a sweat and you know it. Neither have you."

"I'm used to it."

"So am I, sexy buns."

"Got something on your mind?"

"You. Naked."

I arched my eyebrows at him and laughed. He took my arm and we jogged over to some high bushes next to a sorority house. He shoved me through them until my back was against the wall. Then he pushed himself onto me and his mouth covered mine. He kissed me until I could barely breathe and my lips felt bruised.

"I've wanted to do that since Saturday," he panted. "You're taking over my life, Lucas, and you're all I can think about now."

We heard female voices as they exited the building and Tom became guarded. He pushed through the bushes and laughed.

"Sorry girls, I needed to take a little break in the bushes."

"So you pissed on the Alpha Gam house, Tom?"

They were laughing.

"Actually I didn't hit the building. I don't know about Lucas though."

I came through the bushes trying hard not to blush, laughing too.

"Lucas Blake, you handsome devil! What are you doing hanging out in the bushes with this reprobate Tom Braddock?"

It was Emily Carroll, a math major and friend of mine. I recognized the other two girls but didn't know their names.

"The call of nature was too much for me."

"So what are you guys up to?"

"I'm taking him to the Pizza Hut down the street for supper before we go back to his place and hit the books. Lucas is my math tutor and he's a slave driver. You girls want to join us?"

"We'd like to but we've got other plans," Emily said.

"Too bad," Tom answered. "Well, have fun whatever you're doing. Come on, Lucas, I don't have all night."

We walked the rest of the way to the Pizza Hut.

"That was a close call," I said quietly.

"Don't worry about it. There's no way they could see in those bushes. I'm going to catch hell from Sandy, though. Margaret Sanderson's probably already on her cell phone calling her to tell her that I'm going out to supper with you instead of her."

"You don't have to take me out to supper, Tom. I don't want to cause trouble for you."

"Don't worry about it. I told you before, no one owns me and if I want to go to supper with my tutor I will. Anyone who doesn't like it can go to hell and that includes Sandy."

He talked tough but I could tell there was a difference in behavior. Almost getting caught kissing another man shook him up. We didn't say much else until we got to the restaurant and were seated.

"What kind of pizza do you want?" he asked.

"I'm okay with pepperoni."

"Why don't I get one side pepperoni and the other supreme?"

"Works for me and I'd prefer to split the check, Tom."

"You might prefer it but we're not going to."

More and more it was evident that Tom was used to being the boss but so was I.

"I don't like how it would look, Tom."

"Okay, suit yourself," he said, pissed off.

We sat in silence until the waitress brought the pizza, then Tom brightened and things were back to normal.

"You never told me why you left the dorms, Lucas."

"You never asked but things weren't working out for me."

"You're in a fraternity..."

"They don't have a frat house with residential rooms."

His eyes were questioning and I knew he wasn't going to leave it alone. Quietly I told him.

"Last May my roommate propositioned me and I turned him down. It got ugly."

"Propositioned you?"

"He crawled in my bed naked at midnight while I was asleep and grabbed my junk. I kicked him out of the bed, managing to give him a black eye as I did it. I didn't mean to hurt him, it just happened."

"Holy shit!" he said softly. "Who was this?"

"Fred Howell. Don't tell anyone that I've told you this, Tom."

"I know Fred and I'd never think he was..."

"Gay? I didn't think so either until he jumped me and then he claimed he was high on cocaine. The thing that ruined it all was the bastard decided to joke about it to the hall and we spent the last couple of weeks as mortal enemies."

"I'm surprised I didn't hear about it."

"I can't answer that for you; it was definitely not a secret. The thing is that I made him look like more of a fool than he is. I left the room in my pajamas and slept on a couch in the lounge the rest of the night. I didn't say anything more about it but a couple of guys told me he'd come on to them in the shower in the past."

"So you saved yourself for me?"

His voice was so low I could barely hear him and his eyes were burning into mine. I nodded.

"I guess you could say that."

The Pizza Hut began to fill and several people came up to us, mostly to talk about football with Tom. When we left it was almost dark and we walked back to my apartment in silence.

"Let me get my books out of my truck."

"I'm going to run in and get a quick shower. Watch TV, get anything you want out of the fridge, I'll only be a couple of minutes."

I had shampoo in my hair when the curtain opened and a naked Tom stepped into the shower with me.

"Let me do that."

He stood behind me and kneaded my head with his fingers as he worked the shampoo in my hair. I could feel his penis brushing my ass periodically. After he rinsed my hair he reached over for the body wash and poured some in his hands.

I was tingling as he began to wash my body with his hands. He washed my back, then knelt down and washed my legs and feet, his warm hands burning into me.

"Your body is so fucking incredible, Lucas. Turn around," he ordered huskily.

His hands rubbed the front of my legs up to my erect cock but he didn't touch it. Instead he stood up and cleaned my chest and stomach, twirling his soapy fingers in my chest hair. I watched him but he didn't look in my eyes, just methodically cleaned my body.

"Turn around and bend over," he whispered.

I did as he asked and suddenly his hands were on my ass, his fingers sliding over my hole. I jumped when he inserted a finger inside. He swirled it around and pulled it out.

"That feel good?" he croaked.

I just grunted.

I felt his hot breath and then he was pushing his tongue in my hole, kissing my ass, licking it, and it was like a bolt of electricity passed through me. He reached out of the tub to the floor and I heard the rip of what I knew was a condom wrapper. 

Within seconds I felt the squirt of lube and in the next instant I felt his hard cock pushing against my sphincter. His arms pulled me up so I was leaning against the shower wall with his arms around my chest. I felt his tongue as he licked my neck and covered it with his kisses.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," he said softly in my ear, nibbling on the lobe.

His cock had pushed all the way inside me, slowly and carefully so I felt very little pain. His body next to mine had me burning with such passion for him that all I could think about was that the man of my dreams was fucking me. He turned my face to him and kissed me.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" he moaned.

I nodded my head and he pulled his cock out, only to slowly push it in again. His rhythm and speed gradually increased and then he was fucking me hard, pressing me against the shower wall. I felt his teeth bite into my shoulder and then his mouth was on my neck, sucking it hard. I knew and he knew that he was leaving marks on my neck that would be there for days.

I felt his muscles tense and he grabbed my cock, jerking it off. He grunted and I felt the spasms of his dick as he filled the condom with his cum. It was all I needed to explode my own cum onto the shower wall. We stood there as the shower water pounded into us until we lost our erections.

"Are you ready to tutor me now?" he laughed.

The look in his eyes had changed, it was new and seemed almost loving. We dried each other off and then went to my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of pajamas from a drawer.

"Is it okay if I wear your underwear?" he asked. "We're about the same size and after a shower I like to put on clean underwear."

I threw him a pair.

"I can give you some tennis shorts and a shirt if you like, and some clean socks if you want."

He nodded and I gave him fresh clothes. He put them on and looked at himself in the long mirror on the wall.

"Not bad, Lucas, not bad at all. I like them."

"I'll wash your clothes and they'll be ready next time you come over."

"Keep them here. That way I'll have some clothes the next time we do this."

I looked in the mirror at the two hickeys he'd put on my neck.

"Now how am I going to explain these to everyone?"

He took me in his arms and kissed me softly.

"Don't explain anything to anybody. I just wanted you to know you're mine."

He hugged me to him, his hands playing with my wet hair.

"Yours huh?"

He laughed softly into my neck.

"You got a problem with that?"

"No," I whispered.

Suddenly he stepped back and grinned at me.

"Are we going to have a tutoring session tonight? I brought some problems I need to go over because Dr. Barnes is giving a quiz tomorrow."

He decided he wanted to sit on the carpeted living room floor instead of work at the kitchen table. We spent the next two hours working on the test information. At last Tom felt comfortable with it all and he reached down and took my bare foot into his hand. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it gently, his tongue licking it.

"You've got sexy feet, Lucas. I never noticed them before because you're always wearing shoes. In fact, I love everything about you. You could be a male model or a movie star."

I burst out laughing as his tongue tickled my sole. Then he attacked me unmercifully, tickling my foot, laughing with me. Finally we calmed down and sat next to each other.

"I can't think when I've had this much fun, Lucas."

"Me either, Tom. I love being with you."

I almost bit my tongue. MY using the word love was too much but he didn't react. He began to gather his books and papers.

"Look, I'm going to have to miss Wednesday's session. Sandy's parents are coming into town and I'm expected to go out to dinner with them. I'd rather not but they're nice people."

"So I'll see you Thursday?"

"Right as rain," he grinned.

He leaned down and kissed me.

"Don't get up. I can see myself out."

I watched as he quickly left and sat on the floor, staring at the wall, for the next twenty minutes or so, trying not to over react to what he'd just done to me, desperately trying not to be hurt. No matter how many times I told myself that we were just a couple of guys just fucking around it didn't work to alleviate my confusion.

I was hurt that he would fuck me and then tell me he had plans with Sandy. I'd given my virgin ass to him tonight. He'd told me I belonged to him but did he belong to me? I kept telling myself I was not going to act like a jealous girl, not like Sandy, always keeping tabs on Tom. I told myself but in the deep pit of my stomach I felt miserable.

I turned on the television to see if there was anything worth watching.



The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 04



Beginning in our freshmen year, I had frequently seen Tom in the halls of the engineering building. We'd barely acknowledged each other although my heart always leapt into my throat when I'd see him and I'd often jack off later, fantasizing about him. I dreamed about him but said nothing to him and managed to waste over two years in quiet frustration. 

Now he'd always speak to me, sometimes only wave or wink, but gone were the days of not acknowledging each other. Others now knew we were friends, knew I was his tutor, and we regularly took breaks and lunch together. Even so, for two days after he fucked me I didn't see Tom on campus at all.

Then as I was standing at a urinal in one of the busiest restrooms in the engineering building on Thursday morning he appeared beside me.

My urine stopped at once as he fished his penis out and began to pee.

"Shy, are we?" he snickered.

"Surprised is more like it," I laughed and began to pee again.

He looked at my cock, arched his eyebrows, and licked his lips, grinning. I laughed, looked at his cock, and made a sucking motion with my lips.

We finished and washed our hands. The stall doors were open and as soon as the janitor walked out the door we knew we were alone. Suddenly Tom pushed my back against the door and pressed his mouth on mine, his tongue pushing down my throat. He kissed down my neck and bit me, sucking a new mark on my neck.

"God, I've missed you," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I can't wait until tonight to be with you. You wanna have lunch in the cafeteria at eleven?"

"What about San..."

"Don't mention her name to me," he said. "I can't stand to hear it come out of your lips."

Someone pushed on the door and we moved so they could enter and we could exit.

"Are we on for eleven?"

"Yeah, sounds good to me."

"I'll meet you on the green by the oak tree as soon as we get out of class."

I beat him to the tree by a couple of minutes. He was laughing, the center of attention, as he walked down the steps of the engineering building. He jogged over when he saw me, his body language that of a happy man.

"I think Crenshaw needs to get laid. The bastard keeps piling on the work like we don't have anything else to do but his class," he snorted. "I've never had a professor handing out work assignments like this."

"Crenshaw's an ass. I've heard he's had a couple of nervous breakdowns and it makes him squirrely nuts occasionally. All I can say is thank God he doesn't teach anything I need for electrical engineering. Just hang tough."

"Great. So I'm dealing with a psycho."

"A friend of mine took his class last year and when he suddenly went crazy she complained to the dean about his workload. She said it worked."

"You KNOW I can't complain to the dean. That's all I need, the dumb quarterback who has to have a tutor can't keep up with his class assignments."

"Look, I'll take care of it."

"You're not in his class."

"I don't care, an anonymous note to the dean could come from anyone."

"You'd do that?"

"Tom, if you're having problems I'm sure you're not the only one. I'll do it today, something general to start with and then if he doesn't slack up in a few days I'll do another note."

We were walking side by side and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him.

"What would I do without you, Lucas?"

Two guys came up and he let go, laughing with them.

"Let me introduce Lucas Blake. He's my tutor for this goddamn engineering math. Lucas, this is Harvey Willis and this is Ricky Tate."

Both were on the football team and were well known popular men on campus.

"Hey, I could use a tutor in statistics," Ricky grinned.

"You could use a tutor in everything, Tate," Harvey laughed.

"These guys are business majors," Tom said.

I figured as much. The business building was next to ours, plus both were carrying business textbooks.

"Are you two headed off to your next classes?"

"Nah, Willis, Lucas and I are headed to lunch at the cafeteria before we take on the afternoon drag."

"That's where we're headed. Care if we join you?"

We went through the line and I got a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich with fries. As I put my tray on our table Mary Beth Hudson appeared at my side in a rage.

"Who have you been fucking?" she demanded. "At least you could cover your hickeys up, you son of a bitch!"

The cafeteria got quiet and I felt my face turning red.

"You're the one who said we had no strings attached, Mary Beth."

"You bastard!" she screamed as she slapped me. "Everybody told me you can't keep your dick in your pants! We're done!"

"Yeah, we are. Now go away and leave me alone."

As she stormed out the cafeteria I sat down while everyone looked at me. The silence was broken by Tom laughing.

"Bro, don't you know when a girl says you can sleep around she doesn't mean it?"

Everyone laughed and the cafeteria went back to normal.

"Hey, Lucas!"

A girl at the table across from us spoke to me. I looked over to see four girls smiling at me.

"Mary Beth's problem is that she likes to do the dumping. Plus, she's been telling the girls in the dorm that you've got a foot long...uh...penis and that you're great in bed."

I felt my face turn hot red again as several people laughed and made sexually suggestive comments about my physical attributes.

"Don't pay 'em any attention," said Ricky. "They're just jealous. Hell, I'm jealous if you've got a foot long cock."

"This place makes the best BLT sandwiches I've ever had," I said feebly.

"I agree," said Tom. "And their real home cut fries are fantastic."

It was an obvious attempt to change the subject and I wanted to move past the Mary Beth incident. Tom's eyes were enigmatic; I couldn't tell if he was amused or angry. I could tell Ricky and Harvey wanted to say something else but Tom's eyes had told them to shut up about it. We finished lunch and walked out front.

"One more thing, Lucas," Harvey said quietly. "You couldn't have known that Mary Beth Hudson's a bit on the crazy side. She's had a couple of bad breakups with guys I know. Don't let it get you down."

"Thanks, Harvey, I think I'm going to become a monk now," I laughed.

"Wait until your hickeys go away first," Ricky chuckled. "Man, I wish I was getting some pussy. Why don't you send your castoffs to me?"

"You can have Mary Beth Hudson if you like."

We all laughed and Ricky and Harvey left, headed to their next class, and I headed to the library with Tom beside me.

"You got something you need to do at the library?" I asked. "Don't you usually go to the athletic building now?"

"It's just practice and it can wait. Are you okay, Lucas? You took a lot of heat about those hickeys I put on you."

There was genuine concern in his voice.

"I'm okay, don't worry about it. I told you I needed to break up with Mary Beth and now it's done."

"Well, I can't say I'm not happy about the whole thing. Just thinking of you in someone else's arms makes me sick with jealousy."

"Really? The green eyed monster can take a rest. My relationship with her is over."

"And boy is it ever! This could be good for you in the long run. Now your reputation as a lover is going to be known all over campus."

"You think that's a good thing, Tom?"

I didn't and my voice made it clear. I'd always played my cards close to my vest and preferred my own degree of anonymity.

"It'll die down. All I care about is you being MY lover and I don't want to share you with anyone else."

His voice was husky and emotional. I wanted to say something about wanting the same thing with him but decided to just let it go. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, his thumb rubbing my palm gently.

"Do you mind if I stay over at your place tonight?"

I was stunned.

"Sure, if you want to but aren't you afraid of what people will say?"

"I've gotten locked out after dorm curfew before. Nobody'll say anything."

"I'll fix us something to eat, I'm a pretty good cook."

"You gonna fix your man supper?" he grinned.

I blushed.

"I AM your man, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are, you're my man."

"And you're mine."

We'd made it to the library steps.

"Look, I gotta go, Lucas. Are you sure you're alright? If you're not, I'll take you home and skip practice today."

"Come on, Tom," I laughed. "The coach would kill you and they'd probably kick me out of school if you lost the game tomorrow night. Trust me, I'm okay. It's not my first breakup and on the whole it was a lot easier than most I've had."

"I'll see you tonight," he grinned.

"Don't forget to bring your books and assignments. Maybe I can help you with some of Crenshaw's stuff."

"Yes, Professor Blake, will do."

As he walked away I watched his magnificent body moving confidently, knowing that I was already in love with him and that he ultimately could break my heart.

That afternoon I went grocery shopping, planning to make pot roast. I worked quickly in the kitchen getting it ready so it could slow cook in the oven and I was sweating when I was done. I sat at the kitchen table and did my own work assignments and then took a quick shower. 

I was sitting on my couch reading a textbook when my doorbell rang. It was Tom, his hair wet from a shower, wearing his usual jeans and jersey. This time he wore flip flops and his arms were loaded with books, a canvas bag hanging from his shoulder.

As we stepped in the door he kissed my lips gently.

"Looks like we've both just taken a shower," he smiled. "I thought about taking mine here but I was just too dirty to wait. Something smells good."

"I hope you like pot roast."

"I'd like anything you make but as it happens, I love pot roast. My mom makes it all the time."

"Uh oh, I'm competing with your mother. No one can cook as good as a mom."

"Well, she can't compete with your dessert," he grinned.

"Why don't you put your books and stuff by the couch and I'll take your bag to the bedroom."

"Great."

When I came back out he'd taken his jeans off and was sitting on the floor in his jockeys with the TV remote, scanning the channels. I had to restrain myself from eating him up right then. He beamed when he saw me.

"I hope it's okay if I sit around in my underwear and jersey. I hate to relax wearing clothes."

His grin said he knew it was okay with me. I could tell he was partially erect.

"Why don't you strip down and join me on the floor? This carpet is nice. We can watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy." 

I dropped my jeans and sat on the floor next to him in my boxer briefs and tee shirt. We watched Wheel and then during commercial he kissed me. He pulled our shirts off and sat between my legs, his back against my chest, and his head on my shoulder.

We both had erections and I knew he could feel mine pressing into his back. I looked down his front and his cock looked like it was about to explode out of his shorts. He rubbed his back against my chest.

"God, I love the way your hairy chest feels."

He took my arms and put them around his chest. Before I could react he called out an answer to Jeopardy. We spent the remainder of the half hour trying to beat each other answering the questions.

After the game ended he muted the TV and took my hand, kissing it tenderly.

"I could get used to this," he said softly.

"So could I."

He turned his body and pushed mine to the floor before lying next to me, his face in my chest. Our bodies were melded together, arms and legs around each other. We lay quietly and soon I could tell by his steady breathing he'd fallen asleep. I kissed the top of his head and held him close to me. I watched the silent TV screen, one of the many comedies that were not funny. After a half hour or so he stirred.

"I love you, Lucas," Tom said softly.

He'd awakened and his face was buried in my chest hair. I cradled his head and brushed his hair with my fingers.

"I love you so much I can't live without you."

His voice was so quiet I could barely hear him. He burrowed his face into my underarm and his chest heaved. I thought I could feel wet, like maybe he was crying but no sounds came from him. I held him tight.

"I love you too, Tom, I think I have for a long time."

He pushed his face deeper into my underarm as if he was trying to burrow into my skin. We lay like that for almost an hour and I knew without doubt that I was in love with this incredible man. At last he sat up next to me, pulled his knees to his chest and put his face in his crossed arms, not looking at me.

"I saw you at freshman orientation and I knew I wanted you then. Then I was so happy when I found out you were in engineering with me. I watched for you every day from the beginning, wanting to see you, just watching you walk by. I tried to get in a class with you but it was already full."

I rubbed his bare shoulder.

"Why didn't you just come up and talk to me, Tom? I was doing the same thing. I watched you all the time, always wanting you but I didn't have the nerve to approach the great quarterback. I've jacked off thinking about you since I first saw you."

He lifted his head and smiled sadly.

"Really? So have I, I mean for you."

"So why did it take so long to get together? How could we be so stupid?"

"Because I'm a fucking coward," he said harshly.

His eyes were filled with his misery. He took my hand and kissed it, holding it to him.

"Lucas," he whispered with emotion, "all my life all I've ever wanted to be is a quarterback in the NFL and there are no queer quarterbacks."

He could barely speak as he fought not to cry.

"I tried to make it work with Sandy but it never will. And it's not just because I'm gay. It's also because she doesn't love ME, she never has. All she cares about is that I'm THE quarterback and she can brag to everyone she's my girlfriend."

I couldn't believe he'd just admitted to me that he was gay.

"That's just how she is, Tom. A lot of girls are just extensions of their boyfriends. Or their husbands. It's sad in a way."

"I think I hate her. No. I KNOW I hate her."

"So break up with her."

That's when I thought he was really going to lose it.

"I can't! Oh god, I don't know WHAT to do. All I know is I love you, Lucas, and I've got to have you."

We sat silent for a few minutes and I knew what his problem was, I knew what he needed. I turned his head to mine, forced him to look me in the eyes.

"Tom, we both lead straight lives and no one suspects anything. We've only had sex a few times. Can't we keep the front up and keep our personal lives private?"

His eyes were filled with torment but I could feel him relaxing.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Answer me this. You've taken several risks with me, Tom, kissing me in the bushes and in the restroom. What would you do if we were caught? Would you deny me, make fun of me, pretend that it was my fault?"

He kissed me then, a deep soul wrenching kiss, so hard it bruised my lips. At last we broke apart and he held my hand, kissing it, looking into my eyes.

"I swear before God, with my life, I'll never deny you, Lucas. If we ever got caught together I'll tell everyone the truth; that I love you and I can't live without you. If it cost me my career then so be it."

"I couldn't stand it if you were to toss me aside like trash but the same goes for your dream of a pro football. I couldn't stand being the one to take that away from you."

"I'll never treat you like trash, Lucas, it's not in my character. I hope you know that."

"I've loved you from afar for a long time but I don't really know you that well, Tom. You don't know me that well either."

"I'd like to spend the rest of my life getting to know you better."

"That's going to be kind of hard," I laughed, "living in the closet. What are we going to do when this semester ends and you don't need a tutor anymore?"

"That's easy. I've decided I'm going to need a tutor until I graduate," he grinned. "I've already thought it out. And you're going to become my new best friend."

"What about Sandy, Tom? I know she doesn't like me too well, she's jealous of anyone that takes your time away from her. And somehow I think it won't be hard for her to suspect if you're cheating on her."

"I'll handle her."

"Look, our sexual relationship, THIS relationship is new and to be honest I'm not ready to throw my straight image out the window yet. You're my first man..."

"And you want to be sure?" he asked with a tinge of bitterness. "What you're saying is that you don't love me back."

"Don't put goddamn words in my mouth, big boy," I replied angrily. "I'm not some female that you're going to just walk all over."

"But I..."

"Shut up and let me finish."

He squared his jaw and his eyes flashed but he said nothing.

"Don't tell me I don't love you. I do, and I want to keep it that way but sometimes you're like a puppy dog, a little boy and that's one of things that's so lovable about you. We both will stay in the closet, maybe until we graduate, because if it comes out you're gay and it ruins your football image you'll hate me."

"I could never hate you, Lucas, don't say that. EVER."

"Yes, you could. How would feel if you threw a lousy pass and some asshole yelled 'the queer can't throw worth shit' from the bleachers?"

He didn't answer but I could definitely see he didn't like the idea.

"People in sports just don't announce their homosexuality and I don't want you to be hurt."

"What are you saying, that we're going nowhere?"

His face was pained and I definitely thought he was about to cry.

"No, I'm not saying that, I'm just saying we keep it low key. You know, just not throw in everyone's face. Can't we go on like we are, at least for now?"

"Answer me this, Lucas, the same question you asked me. If you were confronted about our relationship with irrefutable evidence would you deny it, would you cast me aside?"

"I'd do whatever I could to let the ball go in your court, let you decide if you wanted to go public."

He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

"I love you so much, Lucas. I can't believe you're willing to live a lie for me."

"I guess what I'm saying is I'll do whatever I need to in order to keep you."

Tom's eyes were filled with love for me and suddenly he kissed down my neck and chest, then his mouth was on my nipples, biting them gently and sucking them. I felt my cock harden and the sexual flush in my groin as my semen churned. He continued to kiss down my stomach and then he removed my boxer briefs, kissing down my legs to my feet as he pulled them off.

Then he was lying between my legs as he sucked my balls tenderly. He pushed my legs up to my chest and I felt the cool air on my asshole.

"I want your ass, baby," he said, his voice husky.

Then his tongue was on my hole, licking and probing, alternating with his kisses, and his teeth gently pulled the hair in my crevice. I was burning with desire for him and my muscles were so weak I could barely move. Then he stood and stripped naked before me.

"You look so magnificent, Tom," I whispered.

"I know," he grinned.

Suddenly he knelt over my face, his asshole at my lips, his cock and balls lying on my forehead. I attacked his hole with passion, kissing, licking, sucking until it was open, the sphincter relaxed. He slid down my torso until he could kiss my lips.

"Fuck me, my love."

My love. It sounded corny, like something out of a romance novel, and yet it was so real coming from his lips. He pulled me up to a sitting position and grabbed a condom and lube he'd under the edge of my couch. He lubed me and then himself before he sat in my lap, positioning my cock to enter his hole.

He moaned and arched his back as I entered him and he slid down on my cock.

"Fuck me, Lucas, fuck me," he whimpered.




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 04



Tom wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply, grinding his ass into my lap, his legs wrapped around my waist, his heels pressed into my lower back. I'd never imagined a fuck could be so intimate, so perfect. I sat on the floor beneath him as he controlled our lovemaking, beginning slowly and then picking up speed until he was literally bouncing on my lap, grunting and panting every time he rose and then slammed back onto my lap.

He threw his head back and I kissed his neck and upper chest, nibbling his ear lobes, gently nipping at his skin.

"Bite me, Lucas, mark me and make me yours," he groaned.

I bit him below his collar bone and sucked his flesh. I knew it would leave a mark but one that would not be seen unless he removed his shirt. I nipped him again and he arched his back, his muscles tensing, and then his cum exploded out of his cock, the first shot hitting my chin, and with the other shots coating our chests and stomachs.

His asshole gripped my cock with spasms with each cum shot and then I was erupting inside him, filling my condom with my hot semen as he gasped, his fingers pressing into my back with such force I knew there would probably be bruises. As our orgasms ended he took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. My cock was still inside him and he clenched it tight as if he was determined not to let the fuck end.

"I wish this fuck could last forever, Lucas," he whispered in my ear. "This is the best ever."

We sat like that for a long time until at last his semen became runny and he cleaned us with his jersey. We sat in silence, occasionally kissing, our arms wrapped around each other, looking into each other's eyes.

Then he spoke quietly.

"I'll tell you this, Lucas Blake. I appreciate what you said about us staying in the closet for a while and I love you for letting me make the choice to out us. But I want you to look me in my eyes and know that if faced with it, I'll never deny you. What happens will happen."

"Thank you, Tom. Now let's get a shower and do our homework."

"Like that?" he grinned. "We just had our best lovemaking and you're ready to throw me in the shower?"

"We can give each other a bath and who knows how that will end."

"I love giving you a bath."

We bathed each other tenderly but with a lot of teasing and laughter before we finally dressed in fresh underwear. We ate pot roast and studied, sitting comfortably with each other, and for the first time I truly felt like we were a couple. At last we went to bed, lying next to each other with the light still on, talking about our school work. 

Then I felt like I had to deal with what for me was the elephant in the room.

"I know you probably don't want to hear this but you know how you said you're jealous of me being with anyone else, Tom? I don't want to cause a problem but I'm jealous of you with Sandy. I know you need a cover but..."

"You're right, I DON'T want to hear it. I DON'T want to discuss it but I know we have to. I told you I don't love her, Lucas, that I hate her."

"Do you still fuck her?"

He was quiet for a minute.

"No, Sandy doesn't like to put out, she's just not big on sex. Anyway I completely quit having sex with her a couple of months ago."

"And she's okay with it?"

"Yes and no. Sandy thinks she controls me with sex and she wants me to beg for it. I stopped begging and we haven't had sex since the first week of September."

"Holy shit, that's almost three months! And she hasn't wanted it?"

"Oh, yeah," he laughed, "but I fixed HER ass this time. I got tired of her hot and cold cock teasing and I've just put her off, let her know I'm not interested. She's definitely pissed off that she can't control me with sex anymore," he laughed, "but honestly I don't think she cares anymore."

"I can't imagine anyone not wanting to fuck you, Tom. There are probably straight guys that would get on their knees and suck your dick." I laughed. "Sandy must have something wrong with her but she's never going to give you up. I think it's going to be up to you."

"I told you I'm a fucking coward. I'm just looking for the right situation to end it with her. I'm just so tired of her checking up on me. If she knew I was here with you tonight I wouldn't be at all surprised for her to show up and knock on the door." 

"She hasn't called you."

"I turned my phone off."

"I just wanted you to know it's a two way street, Tom. I won't check up on you and I won't stalk you but I can't promise I won't be jealous as hell and I won't promise that I won't be hurt by what you do sometimes. There. I've said it."

He rolled over and took me in his arms.

"If I EVER hurt you, Lucas, promise me you'll tell me. Please don't ever keep it from me because that's how relationships go bad. I know I can be an idiot sometimes but I love you and I won't ever intentionally hurt you."

I buried myself in his strong arms.

"I love you, Tom."

"Not as much as I love you."

We fell asleep spooning together with Tom at my back, his arm around me and his leg thrown over mine, his penis pushing into my ass.

I awoke first and Tom had rolled over onto his back. I lay in bed staring at his perfect face, sleeping peacefully, with deep breathing and no snores. He looked so innocent and sweet, and I hated to wake him. At last I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. As I was peeing he came into the bathroom and stood at the sink counter, watching me.

"What? You just gonna stand there and watch me pee?" I laughed.

"Yep," he smirked. "I like to watch you pee."

"Well, you can join in if you like."

"You're right. I need to go too."

He pulled his jockeys down and they fell to his feet. He aimed his partially erect penis into the bowl and nothing came out.

"I think I'm going to have to wait until you leave," he giggled. "I can't piss through a hard on and you're making me harder."

"Maybe I can help you out."

I slapped his bare ass hard and left a mark.

"Ouch!" he yelled. "That fucking hurt!"

"You don't have an erection anymore. Piss."

He started giggling again and began to pee.

"I see you're more than book smart, asshole."

"You can see my asshole when we get in bed, smarty."

I dropped my underwear to the floor and walked naked to the bed. He whistled and suddenly I felt a hard slap on my ass.

"Gotcha, stud!"

We fell into bed and immediately he was on top of me, our dicks rubbing together. This time it was not a frantic race to have sex. He was kissing my neck gently, rubbing my body with his hands.

"Oh god, I love you, Lucas. You make me so happy," he whispered. "I want to make love to you every day and sleep with you every night."

He began to plant gentle kisses along my torso, sucking my nipples, gently chewing at my chest hair with his teeth. My body burnt with desire for him. He kissed my cock once before slowly kissing down my legs to my feet. He kissed my feet and sucked my toes before slowly making his way back up my legs.

This time he pushed my legs apart and pushed them up to my chest. I felt his breath on my asshole. He kissed all around it, dragging his wet tongue all through my cleft before licking my hole.

"I love your ass," he moaned.

I was quivering as I began to open to his tongue. Then he was inside me, his tongue pushing and his lips kissing. I was beginning to lose total muscle control when he reached over to the nightstand. I felt the coolness of the lube and watched as he rolled on a condom.

"I almost woke you up in the middle of the night to fuck you," he said hoarsely.

He looked into my eyes as his penis pushed against my hole. He was tentative and I pushed against him, popping his cock head inside me.

"That feels so good," I groaned.

He pushed his cock into me, then pulled it out and slammed it into me again. He crouched over me and I wrapped my legs around him. He kissed me and then began to fuck me so hard the headboard crashed into the wall with each stroke.

We both were panting hard and I knew this was to be a quick fuck. For some reason I imagined all the others that my handsome Tom had fucked in the morning, slamming his cock into them. He buried his face in my neck, biting me, sucking my skin, and leaving his marks, this time low enough a collar could hide them.

Suddenly Tom shuddered and lost muscle control, collapsing on top of me as I felt his cock throbbing inside me with each ejaculation. That was all took for me to cum and I shot my load between us. Tom pulled his cock out of me and slid down so he could lick my cum off me.

"Give me your condom," I moaned.

He gave me his condom and I sucked his hot semen from it as he licked me. He chewed on the hair on my stomach and my pubes. At last we were still and he sat up.

"I hate for this to end, baby, but I can't afford to be late for Rigby's class," he said. "I never know when he's going to give a pop quiz."

"I know, we need to get a shower and get out of here."

We took a shower in record time but still bathed each other, both exploring the other's assholes with our fingers. After we dressed we went into the kitchen for orange juice and I had some fresh cinnamon buns that I'd bought when I'd gone to the grocery store the day before. Before we walked out the front door he put his arms around me and kissed me.

"I could get used to this, Lucas."

"I think I already am, Tom. Going to bed won't be the same without you now."

He kissed me again.

"We gonna meet on break and at lunch?"

"You bet," I smiled.

We got into our individual trucks and left for university.



The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 05



I walked into the engineering building for my 8 AM class on Tuesday morning and was met in the main lobby by Sue Martin. She was obviously bubbling over with news she couldn't wait to share with me. She was a close friend of mine and we'd shared a few classes together even though she was a chemical engineering major.

"Have you heard the news about Tom Braddock?" she asked conspiratorially.

My heart was in my throat. Had something bad happened to him? Had he been in an accident? I kept my face blank of emotion.

"Haven't heard a thing, Sue. He sent me a text message yesterday that he wouldn't be able to make the tutoring session Monday night. I figured he had something else come up."

"Oh, something came up alright," she snickered. "Yesterday he caught Sandy fucking Roger Kitchens in his office. BUTT. ASS. NAKED. I hear he went ballistic and they've busted up!"

I was shocked but I didn't want to over react to the gossip.

"I guess SO, he couldn't very well let her get away with that, could he?" I laughed. "It seems the quarterback and the cheerleading princess were not the fairytale romance we all thought they were. Isn't it odd that Roger Kitchens would be having sex with a student in his office?"

"That's where it gets even more scandalous," she giggled. "I hear he's been called on the carpet over it and it could cost him his job."

"Yeah, what is it that he does exactly? I've heard his name but I don't know anything about him."

"He's an associate professor of French literature in the language department and he's a good looking bastard too. I wouldn't mind doing him myself."

I laughed.

"Come on, Sue. I can't imagine you getting involved with a professor."

"Come on, my ass. Lucas, sometimes I think you live in an air bubble. You've got this reputation as a great lover but to me you border on being a total dork."

"Thanks a lot, Sue," I grinned. "I love you too. So what happened with Tom and Sandy or do you know? How did he even come to be at Roger Kitchens' office anyway?"

"Well, I heard that he'd been following Sandy around because he suspected her of cheating," she whispered. "So he had a screaming fit and threatened to beat Kitchens' ass and several people came around to stop the fight. And Sandy and the professor were totally naked while this was going on in front of everybody. Tom threw their clothes out the window and they were on the third floor!"

I laughed to myself. Tom must have thoroughly enjoyed that episode. It definitely saved him from the pain of initiating his breakup with Sandy.

"What about Sandy? What did she have to say about all this?"

"Oh, she was crying and screaming and accusing Tom of stalking her. It got really nasty with her claiming it was all his fault because he stopped having sex with her. I'm sure it'll all be in the campus newspaper this week."

"I'm sure," I said sarcastically. "Nothing like adding to the continuing soap opera saga of this university. I swear more shit like this happens here than at a dozen other schools combined."

"I haven't seen Tom this morning and I heard he called the engineering office and said he's going to be out a few days. To recover from the shock, I guess.

"Somehow I doubt that," I snorted. "At least he'd better not. His classes are too damn tough to skip. Plus, he's got Barnes AND Crenshaw in the same semester."

"No wonder the poor guy needs a tutor. One of them alone is enough to drive you crazy, both of them together could give you a nervous breakdown."

At that very moment Tom walked in the front door, saw us, and walked over, grinning.

"Goddamn, you guys. Can you believe all this shit? I feel like a rock star. I must have been stopped fifty times on the way across campus. I even got my picture taken several times. Fucking unbelievable."

That was my arrogant Tom at his zenith, posing for the campus paparazzi.

"Sue was just telling me how brokenhearted you are," I deadpanned.

"Brokenhearted? Relieved is more like it. I've been wanting to play the field for some time now and I was stuck with Sandy. Guys, I AM IN HEAVEN!" he laughed.

These comments were directed at Sue for her benefit and the shock on her face was priceless.

"I heard you were going to beat Roger Kitchens to a pulp," she gasped.

"Well, it was hot there for a minute or so but I think I'm going to send the guy some flowers or something as a thank you present."

"I can't believe it. I guess it's a good thing guys can recover from these things so fast. What about Sandy?"

"What about her? I'm just glad to be rid of her and I don't care what she thinks. Look, I need to go to the little boy's room before class and I'll catch you guys later."

"I need to get to class early so I'll see you two later."

Sue waved and left us.

"Tom, you do realize most of the campus will know about this conversation before five o'clock today?"

"Of course I do, Lucas. I found out about Sue being the department gossip queen when we were freshmen." He winked at me and laughed. "Do you think I laid it on too thick? Anyway, the main person I want to hear it is Sandy."

"Oh, she will, I'm sure. Sue's best friend is Elizabeth Peters and..."

"And she's on the cheerleading squad."

"You better go do your business fast in the restroom. Classes start in five minutes."

"I've got to make a quick run to the library on break so are we on for lunch today?"

"Are you sure your adoring public can spare you?"

"Kiss my ass."

I gave him a look that let him know I'd love to kiss it and he grinned.

I had to force myself to pay attention in my morning classes. All I could think about was Tom breaking up with Sandy and that I didn't have to be jealous of her hold over him anymore. Tom was waiting for me on the green under our usual oak tree when I finished my last morning class. Somehow he'd managed to sit on a bench without being surrounded by friends and the curious.

"This looks peaceful."

"Yeah, I was just beginning to wonder if I've become invisible or something," he laughed. "People have been following me around between classes and even in class I've had people ask me about it."

We were walking toward the cafeteria.

"How did this little drama play out, Tom? You couldn't possibly have been luckier."

"I'd had a couple of guys tell me that Sandy was fucking Kitchens in his office. Man, how stupid can you get? They even told me what time she was usually there so I just followed her and opened the door. They were butt naked fucking on his couch."

"How goddamn stupid is it to not even lock the damn door?"

"They did," he grinned. "Davy Lewis is fucking Kitchens' secretary and he got the office key from her and made a copy. So all I had to do was show up, unlock the door, and burst in, the wronged boyfriend."

He was laughing mischievously and this was Tom at his playful puppy dog little boy best. I wanted to kiss him because I adored him when he was like this.

"Of course you screamed and made a scene just like Sue said you did..."

"Naturally," he snickered. "I had to make a scene no one would ever forget. The highlight was throwing their clothes out the window. Man, you should have seen them in the wind."

We'd sat down at our table with our hamburgers and fries and I could feel the eyes of the dining room on us. There was a slight hush and I knew people were listening to us. Finally, two guys from Tom's dorm came up and asked to sit with us.

"Lucas, this is Ben Atlee and Sean Combs. They're on my hall."

"You don't seem too heartbroken, Braddock. The word was that you're beside yourself with grief and anger," Atlee said.

"Ready for psychiatric counseling," Combs grinned.

"Oh, I'm so broken up over it I've decided to give up on women and I'm going to take up with men from now on, maybe Lucas here."

We all laughed as Tom and I exchanged knowing glances.

"Oh yeah, the word's already on the grapevine that you couldn't be happier," Combs laughed. "The word's also out that your ex is furious. She's been telling everyone that you quit having sex with her and she knows you were cheating on her. That's why she took up with Professor Kitchens or so she's saying now."

"Oh, really? I quit fucking her because she's as frigid as a deep freezer and I felt like my dick was going to crack off every time I stuck it in the ice. If Kitchens was able to thaw her out more power to him."

"This ought to make for an interesting situation on the football field with her having to cheer you and the team on," I said.

"Screw her. We've only got three more regular games and then however many playoff games we make. I don't give a shit if she cheers or not."

We finished lunch and Tom and I walked out on the green again. He squeezed my hand briefly.

"Can I come over tonight?" he asked quietly. "I know we don't usually have a session on Tuesday night but since I missed last night I thought maybe you wouldn't mind."

"You can come over any night you want to," I replied softly. "I'd like it if you came every night."

"Maybe I will for a while and if anyone asks I'll just say I'm spending extra time with my best friend while I'm getting over the breakup."

I burst out laughing.

"That ought to go over well since you've broadcast it to everyone that you're ecstatic that you're single again. Yeah, you're really grieving."

"I don't care what people think right now."

"Careful, Tom. And officially, you're still being charged my fee three nights a week. The other nights are gratis time between friends."

"Of course, Professor, let's keep this on a strictly tutor/student arrangement," he laughed. "I'll see you tonight. God, I wish I could kiss you right here in front of everyone on the green."

"We'll make up for it tonight. Just remember right now a thousand eyes are watching your every move and half of them will be reporting what they see to your ex."

"Damn, I know," he sighed. "Later, man. I'll pick up some KFC for us. You prefer chicken breasts right?"

"Get the strips and then we don't have to mess with the bones."

"I'll pick whatever sides look good at the time. Okay?"

I nodded and we parted.

I walked on to the library. I usually did a lot of my homework there and I was in a study group that met in the library every Tuesday afternoon, sometimes more often. We had our meeting and discussed class topics and our notes before working on difficult class assignments together.

I went home and changed into shorts and tee shirt with the university logo before lying down on the couch to take a welcome nap. I must have slept a couple of hours or so because I was awakened by Tom knocking on my door at six. He was laden with his books, his canvas bag, and bags of KFC.

"I came prepared to spend the night," he grinned. "I figured you wouldn't mind since I brought supper."

"Get in here, stud."

I closed the door and pushed him up against it, kissing him and holding him tight. The food, his books and bag were dropped to the floor. I fell to my knees and unfastened his jeans, pulling them and his underwear to the floor. His penis began to grow. 

"Oh, god, Lucas, suck my cock," he groaned.

I sucked his dick in my mouth, deep throating him, my nose buried in his thick pubic hair. I pushed his shirt up and rubbed his chest, pinching his nipples. Tom could be a loud expressive lover and he was moaning, making sounds of sexual passion. 

He began to fuck my mouth, grabbing my head in his hands. I played with his balls, pulling on them gently; I put my hand up for him suck on my fingers before I began to insert them, one, two, three into his asshole. He was leaning back against the door with his legs spread to give me better entry.

"Suck my big cock," he yelled.

He made one final push into my mouth and began to shoot his load. He whimpered and moaned as I fucked his ass with my fingers, probing his prostate. It was a race for me to swallow all of his cum as he forced his cock down my throat.

Then it was over and he collapsed to his knees beside me.

"Jack off in my face, baby," he whispered. "Do it now."

I stood up and pulled my shorts down.

"Strip naked for me. I want to see your beautiful body."

I quickly stripped and he pulled his jersey off. I stood over him and began to jack off. I knew I wouldn't last long, looking at his stunning face and body, and I decided to give him a show. I wet my fingers on one hand and inserted a finger in my asshole while I played with my cock with the other.

His eyes never left my body, his face and chest flushed with sexual heat, and I could feel my balls rolling while my groin ached to orgasm. He moved forward and his face was so near my cock I could feel his hot breath. I began to masturbate faster and faster until I reached the point of no return and the ejaculations began.

I aimed at his face and the first shot splashed over his nose. I counted the blasts, nine of them, a flood of cum that covered his face and chest.

"Goddamn, Lucas," he said hoarsely. "I've never seen anyone cum as much as you do, not even in a porno movie. And the taste is addictive."

He was licking his face and using his fingers to eat my cum. I knelt beside him and began to lick him, transferring the cum from my mouth to his. When we were done he held me in his arms.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm so glad I'm your man because you make me so happy."

He buried his face in my neck and I felt him trembling as if he was crying. I felt wetness on my shoulder but I didn't know if it was tears or cum. I knew from the way he clung to me that the breakup with Sandy had affected him far more than he'd pretended.

I held him close to me as he made every effort to control his emotions. Finally he kissed my cheek.

"You're so good to me, Lucas. I'm such an asshole and I don't know why I deserve you."

"Well, you're my asshole and I love you. Don't put yourself down."

He laughed.

"I'm your asshole and I love to eat your asshole out," he snickered. "Isn't that what you call a conundrum?"

I slapped his head gently.

"Who the hell knows, asshole? Let's eat this chicken before it gets too cold."

I got us two Cokes and we sat naked on the floor in front of the television, feeding each other boneless chicken strips and potato wedges. When we finished I put the leftovers in the fridge as he got his books together to study.

"Let's take a shower first," he suggested. "I'm starting to feel sticky from all the cum you shot on me."

We took a shower, bathing each other lovingly, then dried off before dressing in fresh underwear. He held my hand as we walked back to the living room.

"You ready to attack this engineering work?" I grinned.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess, but I'd rather go to sleep in your arms watching television."

"You can do that. As soon as you finish your homework, lover boy."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him while he worked. He was just so beautiful and seemed so innocent that I wanted to protect him, to take care of him. Periodically I'd help him with a problem if he got stumped.

More and more I'd come to realize that Tom's need for a tutor was questionable. He could have passed his classes without me but I made him better. His test scores were higher because of me but he was definitely not slow or dense. He'd already told me that he decided he needed a tutor but only if that tutor was me.

So I worked with him, helping him to excel, to get the A plus where before he might have gotten a B plus or just an A. I was proud of him because he tried so hard and was determined to graduate in the top percent of our class. His dream was to be an NFL quarterback but he was not content to skate by and be handed a worthless degree.

He put his pencil down and lay his head in my lap, facing my stomach. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my crotch as I combed his hair gently with my fingers.

"All done with your homework, Tom?"

"No," he said softly. "I just need you to hold me for a while."

His voice was filled with unspoken emotion.

"Are you okay, baby?"

He shook his head no.

"You wanna tell me about it?"

He wrapped his arm around my waist and buried his face in my crotch and stomach. There was nothing sexual about it and no erections. He was in emotional pain, seeking comfort.

"Everything will be okay, Tom. I'll take care of everything I can, scare all the boogeymen away for you."

"You'd really do that too, wouldn't you, Lucas? I'm sorry I'm so depressed."

"It'll be alright. Can tell me why you're so depressed? I thought you were happy about the breakup."

"Oh, I am," he said miserably. "There's just so much pressure on me. What am I going to do, Lucas?"

I pulled him up to my chest and held him like a baby in my arms.

"Can I do something to take some of the pressure off you? Tell me what's wrong, Tom."

He burrowed his face in my chest, his breath ragged and hard.

"Sandy's blaming me for everything. She texted me and said she only went with Kitchens because I've neglected her but she's willing to forgive me and take me back. She wants me to go to the president and intercede on Kitchens behalf or he's going to lose his job."

"You DID text her back and tell her to go fuck herself, didn't you?"

He shook his head no, his eyes filled with misery.

"I got a call from the coach on my cell phone, chewing me out for making such a scene in Kitchens' office. He told me Kitchens will probably be fired because of me and he's thinking about benching me Friday night. Too much negative publicity, he said."

"WHAT?! He's full of shit and I don't think he'll do it, Tom! It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Without you they'd lose the game because Victor Thomas can't throw worth a damn. He's the lousiest backup quarterback there ever was and Friday's game is against a team we've lost to more than won."

"I think that's one of the reasons he's going to bench me; because he doesn't think we're going to win anyway. Coach really likes Sandy and he was always going on about how we're perfect for each other. He knows Sandy's family from back when she was a little girl. And yeah, Victor's not very good but Coach is so mad with me I think he'd lose a game just to punish me."

Our relationship had obviously developed to the point that Tom was able to let down the façade of the macho quarterback always in charge. I looked at his perfect face and saw a side of him that I didn't think many ever saw.

"Maybe I can help."

"How? How can you help, Lucas? You can't make Coach Sanders do anything he doesn't want to and he's really pissed with me about this. Oh god, what am I going to do?"

"Will you let me take care of it? I've met Sanders several times and he's not as strong as you think."

"How can you say that?"

"I'm a good judge of character and I see things that most people don't. When you've spent your entire life in the closet you learn how to read people like a book, like you've got a sixth sense. I know how to read the mood in a room as soon as I walk in the door and whether or not I need to be on the defensive."

"I'M gay and I'VE spent my whole life hiding it so why can't I do that?"

"Your ego. You're an arrogant prick," I laughed. "You think you're infallible and you walk through life expecting to be treated like a god."

"I DO NOT!" he yelled.

"Yes you do, Tom, but don't worry about it. It's just who you are, that part of you that makes you a great quarterback and a great leader."

He kissed my chest.

"I'm nothing without people to back me up. Like you, Lucas. You complete me."

He was so miserable, so deeply depressed, and I could feel his pain. His coach rejecting him was at the root of his problem, not the breakup with Sandy.

"I'll take care of it, Tom, but you need to do what I ask."

"Okay. What?"

"Tomorrow I'm going to talk to Louisa Martindale at lunch and tell her that Sanders has benched you because he's known Sandy all her life and he's mad with you over it."




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 05



"Like that's going to make a difference," he snorted.

"Friday's game is going to be tough and the university alumni don't like to lose. Louisa's father is a past president of the alumni association and he's still got a powerful voice. If he hears what Sanders is planning I can bet you he'll call the president and raise hell."

"Sanders just threatened to bench me, he hasn't done it yet."

"And he won't either. That brings me to part two of my plan, our plan. I've got the perfect girl for you to start dating."

"NO. I don't know if I'll ever date another girl. I just can't deal with using her and lying to her. It's just going to be me and you from here on out."

"You need a girl on your arm for your image and I've got the perfect one. Anne Marie Williams."

"Anne Marie?!"

"Don't you know her? She's a mechanical engineering major. She's a sophomore but surely you've seen her. She's one of the most beautiful girls on campus."

He sat up and sat next to me, his arm around my shoulder, now interested apparently.

"Yeah, I know her, I've had two classes with her. Nothing in engineering but two of the required liberal arts courses. We took Western Civilization and an English course in mythology."

"What do you think of her?"

He laughed.

"She's got this sweet little girl voice and with that blonde hair of hers and the big tits she comes across as a blonde bimbo."

"She might sound like a bimbo but she one of the best engineering students on campus."

"And why would she want to date me?" he snorted. "When I first met her she didn't know me at all, had no idea I'm the quarterback. Hell, she acted like she didn't even know the university has a football team."

"She CAN seem like an airhead, can't she?" I laughed.

"And she's not going to be interested in me at all. I sat next to her in Western Civ and I've never known a girl who was less interested in me. I even made a play for her because it hurt my ego," he grinned, "and she totally ignored me. I guess she's going with some other guy."

"She bats for the other team."

"She WHAT? Not Anne Marie, she's the most feminine little thing in the world, all those frilly dresses and the perfect makeup."

I slapped his thigh hard.

"OUCH! Dammit, that fucking hurt!"

I just laughed.

"Think about us, Tom. We're the LAST men you'd expect to be gay. All lesbians aren't butch and all gays aren't drag queens."

"I still don't believe it," he said suspiciously. "How do you know this? Did she tell you?"

"No and you're never going to say anything to her about it either. It stays a secret and you'll never mention it to her or anyone else. I found out totally by accident and she doesn't know that I know."

He arched his eyebrows.

"How?"

"You know I'm from Georgia, don't you? My home's in a suburb of Atlanta. My cousin Millie is a lesbian and she's total butch, wears men's clothes and shoes, in fact she looks more masculine that some men I know."

"That sounds interesting."

"Millie and I grew up together, our mothers are sisters, and she was a tomboy from the start. Well, she was at a lesbian bar in Atlanta one night last summer and her car broke down. She called me to come get her in the middle of the night and when I got there she came out of the bar with...three guesses...Anne Marie on her arm. And she kissed her when she put her in a cab."

"No shit!"

"No shit. Anne Marie never saw me and when I got out of my car to take a look at Millie's car she was already gone. I said something to Millie about her good looking date and she laughed. She said Anne Marie was hot as hell in bed, that it must have something to do with her rebelling against her father, a Holiness preacher."

Tom laughed.

"Son of a bitch! And you've kept this to yourself all this time?"

"Don't be an asshole, Tom! I wouldn't out her any more than I'd out you."

He blushed.

"I know, I know, I'm just saying, Lucas. I'm an asshole."

"But you're MY asshole."

"Here we go again," he laughed. "I'm your asshole and my favorite thing to do is to eat your asshole out."

"Anytime, big boy. Anyway, tomorrow at lunch we're going to sit down with Anne Marie and Louisa. They usually eat lunch the same time we do and they're always together."

"You think they're...?

"Yeah, I do. I'm going to ask Louisa if she'll go to the football game with me Friday and you're going to ask Anne Marie. Dollars to donuts they'll both say yes."

"I'm gonna let her know up front that I'm not looking for a relationship, just a friend."

"Don't. That can come later, if it even needs to. If Anne Marie goes out with you she's probably not going to be interested in even holding your hand. We can go to the Pizza Hut after the game and you two can show each other off."

He kissed me then.

"God, you make me so hot when take charge, baby," he grinned.

"Right, that's why you're always calling the shots."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not," he laughed.

"Whatever."

He kissed me again, his tongue entwined with mine, his hand rubbing my chest and tweaking my nipples.

"You don't know how much I love you, Lucas. For the first time in my life I feel like I can really be me with someone who'll always support me. I've never been able to talk like this with anyone else, definitely not Sandy. You almost saw me cry."

I kissed the tip of his nose.

"Anytime you need to cry I'm here with a shoulder for you."

He kissed my shoulder.

"Yeah, I know. You're so much stronger than me, Lucas. When I'm in your arms I feel so safe and protected and loved like I never have before."

"Come here, baby," I whispered.

I held him in my arms then and he put his head on my shoulder. He kissed my neck and sucked on it.

"You taste so good. I want you to fuck me now. Will you fuck me doggy style?"

"Doggy style, huh? Let me go get a condom and some lube."

"There's some in the end table drawer."

"Planning ahead are we?"

He giggled. I grabbed a condom and the lube.

"Strip and get on your knees."

We were naked in seconds; Tom got on his knees and sucked my cock until I was hard as a rock. Then he got on his knees and hands, his sexy ass in the air. I knelt behind him and began to rim him. I licked and sucked his hole until he was fully open and he was begging me to fuck him.

He'd laid his head and shoulders on the floor so only his ass raised before me. I squirted lube in his opening and pushed my cock in him in one quick motion.

"Fuck me hard," he grunted.

I pulled my cock all the way out and then slammed it back into him again. I did it over and over again, our groins slapping together.

"I'm going to cum," he gasped.

I flipped him over on his back and shoved his knees to his chest before entering him again. His eyes were closed, his face and chest flushed, and then I felt him cum before the first eruption. His asshole squeezed my cock and then pearly strings of his cum blasted onto his chest.

"I can't hold it anymore," I moaned. "I'm going to cum!"

I ripped my condom off and my cum exploded from my cock, painting his torso, mixing with his own semen, pooling on his upper body and in his pubes. I began to lick the cum from his body and then kiss him, sharing the cum with him. At last I'd cleaned him and I collapsed next to him, kissing his face.

We lay next to each other until we fell asleep. I was awakened by his smiling face, licking my cheek.

"I'm hungry, Daddy," he teased.

"That cum didn't fill you up, boy? And we just ate KFC not six hours ago."

"What have you got here to eat?" he laughed.

"We've got left over KFC."

"No," he grinned. "Let's get Chinese delivery."

"Damn, it's almost midnight, Tom!"

"They deliver until 2 AM."

"You sure you can't eat leftover chicken?"

"I don't like leftovers," he pouted. "And I'm in the mood for Chinese and that's what we're going to have."

I could see there was no arguing with my petulant little boy so I called an order in.

Not too long afterward we sat naked at the kitchen table feeding each other Chinese food, just like our first meal together. He kept looking into my eyes and I knew beyond doubt he was definitely in love with me. We were a couple in love but something told me that it was going to be a rocky ride.



The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 06



I guess you know you're a couple comfortable with each other when you're able to sleep in the same bed without having sex, be naked around each other without always throwing an erection. Most of all when you love someone so much that you think nothing of putting his needs before your own without resentment.

I awoke the next morning to find Tom curled into me, his face on my chest, my leg thrown over his, and my arm over his chest. We were both six five but somehow he curled into me like he was a foot shorter. He slept like an innocent baby, such light breaths that I could barely hear them, and such soft skin I wanted to be gentle with him so as not to hurt him. As if I could hurt one of the toughest university quarterbacks in the country. He always seemed to have a bruise or a scrape somewhere.

I carefully extricated myself from him and he continued to sleep. I quietly went into the bathroom and shaved, took a shower, and all the while he still slept. I could only think that my sweet man had been so emotionally shattered by yesterday's events that he was sleeping if off.

I went back into the bedroom and he was still asleep, now rolled over onto his back with his morning erection pushing at his jockey shorts. I got dressed silently and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast; eggs, pancakes, and bacon. As I was turning a pancake he slipped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered. "I see you're fixing your man breakfast."

He laughed softly.

"I thought I'd give us a treat instead of cafeteria food."

"What can I do?"

"You can go shave those rough bristles off your face and take a shower is what you can do. And don't goof off, Tom. I let you sleep late because you looked so tired but I can't be late this morning. I've got a test in Richenbacher's class and it's my first class of the day."

"Oh, Ricky Bicky's not too hard to deal with, Lucas. You DO know he's gay, don't you? Show him a little extra attention and you'll have him eating out of your hand."

"It helped you that he's a football nut. I don't think he'd give a shit no matter I did. Anyway, I don't like him. He always picks his favorites the first few days of class and everyone else is practically invisible except to be thrown all the hard work."

"And you're not one of his favorites?" Tom teased.

"He acts like he's doing me a favor just to look in my direction. Fortunately his class is strictly math and as long as I can do the work he has to pass me."

"Of course you're doing the work."

"Piece of cake," I grinned.

I was taking bacon out of the pan.

"You've got maybe five minutes, big boy. Get your shower and you can eat in your underwear then get dressed afterward."

He cock teased me the rest of the morning, laughing and grinning but we finally made it to school. Classes passed slowly and I crossed my fingers that we'd be able to get with Louisa Martindale and Anne Marie Williams for lunch. Thankfully, they were seated at their usual table eating salads.

"Is it okay if we sit with the two most beautiful women on campus today?" I grinned.

"What's up, Lucas?" Louisa laughed, "Do you need us to protect Tom from Sandy's claws?"

"Yeah, not likely," Tom snorted. "She's already begging me to take her back."

I couldn't believe Tom would so boldly tell them that. Arrogant prick.

"It's more like we need to protect him from his stalker ex," I chuckled.

"Will wonders never cease?" Anne Marie said in her little girl voice. "Sandy's saying the exact opposite. Of course, WE believe YOU, Tom. Getting rid of her was the best thing you ever did for yourself."

"Everyone doesn't agree," I said seriously. "Coach Sanders has benched Tom for the Friday game over it."

"WHAT?" Louisa yelled. "That's insane. Are you sure?"

Tom nodded. "Certain. He called me yesterday, pissed as hell. Seems he's known Sandy and her family since she was a little girl. So I'm out of the game."

"We'll see about THAT," Louisa bellowed. "Wait until my Daddy hears this bullshit. Don't go out of town, Tom, because I can promise you that you'll be playing. Daddy says you're the greatest quarterback this university has had since Lucas' father."

"He thinks that?" Tom preened. "Well, I can't go out of town anyway. I'm going to have to sit on the bench and suffer in my humiliation. Of course, that's exactly what that bastard Sanders wants."

"Like I said, don't worry about it."

"And here all I did was come over here to ask you two fine ladies if you'd double date with me and Lucas for the game Friday night. A lot of the team members go to the Pizza Hut after the game and I thought you two might like to go."

Louisa and Anne Marie glanced at each other.

"Come on, Anne Marie," Tom pleaded in his best sweet little puppy mode. "I tried my best to get you to pay some attention to me when we took Western Civ together and you hurt my feelings by ignoring me. The least you can do is go out on a date with me." 

Anne Marie burst out laughing.

"Yeah, I knew you were hitting on me but there was no way I was treading on another woman's territory. So now you two are finished and you need me to show her you've already got another girl?"

Tom grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it like a gentleman.

"Au contraire, Mademoiselle," he grinned. "Frankly Scarlett, I don't give a damn, about what my former female acquaintance thinks. I'm moving on and I'd like the pleasure of your company on Friday night. And if we have a good time perhaps you'll come to the game with Penn State we play next Saturday. We've only got two more games after Friday and the game with Penn State will be televised. A beautiful young thing like you will surely show up on the camera."

Louisa and Anne Marie both giggled and I knew we had them.

Louisa looked at me with a teasing skeptical eye.

"I guess this means I'll be going with you, Mr. Blake," she harrumphed. "Well, I know your reputation and I can assure you that I will NOT be putting out on the first date, probably never. I don't care HOW big they say your cock is."

"LOUISA!" Anne Marie blushed. "You should apologize right now."

"You've never put out for me before, Louisa," I laughed.

Tom and Anne Marie looked puzzled.

"Lucas and I go all the way back to freshman orientation," Louisa explained. "We've been friends ever since, true bosom buddies."

Tom and Anne Marie looked astonished.

"It's true," I said. "Louisa's a good companion and friend. When I need to bounce something off a female friend I always go to Louisa. Plus, she helped through Constitutional Law."

"We've had some good times together," Louisa smiled. "Even though he's a total reprobate. Still, I'll admit he got me through Calculus and the occasional math problem here and there."

Anne Marie still looked shell shocked.

"It's alright, Anne Marie," I smiled. "Actually I'm a nice guy. It's the women that keep throwing themselves at me."

All four of us hooted with laughter.

"And I don't suppose it ever occurred to you to say no?" Louisa laughed.

"A gentleman has to be careful about refusing a lady."

"Let me give you a hint, Lucas," Louisa stage whispered. "There are very few who can class themselves as ladies on this campus. Say no all you want."

We joked all through lunch and I occasionally glanced around the dining room to see people watching us, straining their ears to hear. It couldn't have gone better, I thought. Tom Braddock had already hooked up with Anne Marie Williams and was taking her to the Friday game and maybe to all the games left. Sandy was definitely out of the picture.

After lunch Tom walked me to the library.

"That went well, Lucas. Why didn't you tell me you and Louisa are such good friends?"

"If you don't act like an arrogant prick, Tom, I'll bet you'll find that Anne Marie will become one of the best friends you'll ever have, that all four of us will be good friends."

"I just don't want to have the feeling of using her. I can't go through that again."

"I told you the lay of the land with her and you're on equal footing with her, probably the first time you've ever been on equal footing with a woman. Anne Marie will make her own decisions and set her own boundaries with you. Just don't step over them and don't play King Rat with her."

"Do you think she'll ever tell me she's a lesbian?"

"Why should she? Your relationship's never going to be sexual, just two friends. If you're not an asshole and you're lucky. Are you planning to tell her you're gay?"

He looked shocked that I'd ask him the gay question in broad daylight on campus.

"Just be nice to her, be her friend, and I'll bet you'll get it back in full. She's a sweet girl."

"You and Louisa, have you ever talked about...you know...?"

"What do you think, big boy?"

I slapped his head playfully.

"The answer's no. I just lucked on the Louisa the first day I got here and we hit it off. We just started hanging around together occasionally, going to the movies and stuff. She needed help with math; it's her Achilles heel. We've never crossed the line of friendship, never thought about it."

"For obvious reasons," Tom said.

"Hey, everything in life is not about sex. And anyway, I've always thought of myself as an active bisexual with the gay part slammed in the closet."

"And boy have you been active."

"Tom, I've always been above board. Well, as above board as I'm going to get. I've told every girl I've been with that we can have a good time but there's no long term relationship going to happen. I let them know I'm not going to settle down until after I've finished graduate school, if then, and not to count on me as a future husband."

"And they take that? I should have used that line."

"Not all of them. There've been a few nasty turns but they can't say they weren't warned. It's the nature of women, the nesting instinct is what Mom calls it. Some of them think if they go to bed with you then you're going to marry them no matter what was said up front."

"I'd like to say that Sandy's like that but she's not. Sandy will drop any man if she's got a better option. I fucking hate her. All she ever did was use me."

We were near the library and I stopped under a tree.

"Look, I'm going to say this just once, Tom, because I love you. You and Sandy are two peas in a pod; arrogant, self-centered, stars. Those kind of people don't make good couples. I can't stand the bitch but I'm sure that somewhere in her world she's a nice person and a lot of people love her."

"She's a bitch all right. You got that right."

"And you, Tom, you used her just as much as she used you."

He looked surprised.

"Oh, yeah, the star football quarterback with the pretty cheerleader as eye candy on his arm. You're never going to move forward and have a decent relationship with Anne Marie, or any other girl for that matter, until you admit that you're as much at fault for your situation as Sandy. Just admit it and get over it."

"She's a fucking cunt! The meanest bitch I've ever known," he said angrily.

"You want to move on? Admit to yourself that you caused a lot of that mean ass bitch behavior and just stay away from her and let it go."

"You sound like you're on her side," he said accusingly. "I thought you were on my side, that you love ME."

I moved in close to him, maybe too close for our public location but what the hell.

"I really do love you, big boy, but you've got to let this shit go. Why do you think I went to the trouble to set you up with Anne Marie? She's perfect for you and she's a sweet girl. You hurt her and I'll kick your ass. Fucking move on and wipe Sandy off your slate. No more text messages, no more shit. Block her number."

He sighed. "I just don't need all this shit. Sometimes I wish you and I could just move to a beach condo and it just be us, no one else. I'm tired of all the games."

I squeezed his shoulder supportively.

"I'd like that too, Tom. AFTER we finish the university and I've got a great engineering job. We can move in together and I'll support you."

He laughed at that.

"No, I'm going to the NFL and you're going to move in with ME and I'm going to support YOU and after my first successful season as a pro quarterback I'm going to marry you and tell the whole fucking world you're my husband."

"I could deal with that," I grinned. "Now you need to get that sexy ass of yours over to the athletic building so you can piss off your coach."

"Don't remind me," he groaned.

I slapped his ass playfully. To the viewing public it was two guys cutting up; to us it was the touch of a lover.

Tom left and I went into the library. The afternoon was quiet until I ran into Sue Martin in the library around 4 PM. She cornered me in the engineering stacks on the fourth floor.

"Spill," she ordered.

"Where? I don't see anything on the floor."

I pantomimed searching the floor.

"Cut the shit, Lucas. You know exactly what I mean. Is it true that Tom Braddock is taking Anne Marie Williams to the game Friday night? And to all the games for the rest of the season?"

I nodded.

"Plus, we're going to the Pizza Hut after the game."

"Right. You're taking Louisa Martindale since you and Braddock are grown at the hip now."

"My, someone has big ears, Granny. I'm sure someone is taking you to the game Friday. Right?"

"I'm going with Carl Sims. We've been dating all semester."

"Maybe we'll see you at the Pizza Hut."

Sue had her teeth in a bone and I knew she wasn't done.

"It'll be a little embarrassing with Tom benched Friday night, won't it?"

"I don't think he really cares, Sue. If Sanders uses the backup quarterback it'll be just another loss for the university and we've already lost twelve years in a row. It's a win-win for Tom either way. If he's benched and we lose everyone will say it's Sanders' fault and if he plays and he wins everyone will say it's a good thing Sanders got overruled."

"And if he plays and loses?"

"It'll be due to Sanders' poor game plan," I grinned. "Don't worry, he'll win."

"Got a lot of faith in your man, don't you?" she laughed.

"I always believe in having faith in your team. It's called team support."

"Did you know that Sandy has let Tom know that she's willing to forgive him and take him back? He's moving a little fast with Anne Marie, don't you think?"

I felt a blaze of anger and I know my face flushed. I wanted to tear into her with a fury but I knew it would be a mistake.

"Sue, I don't really want to hash out a situation that's not our business. Those two just need to move on. They're both prima donna pricks and it was only a matter of time until they exploded. Why do we even care?"

"But he's your friend..."

"And I take it Sandy is yours? Look, I told him to move on, get over it all. You should tell your friend the same thing."

"But Sandy's willing to take him back."

I laughed a nasty laugh.

"Sue, would you take back a man you caught fucking another woman, his student? If you say yes you're not the Sue I've known for over two years."

"You've got a point."

"So tell your friend to let it go."

"Okay, Lucas, let me be blunt here. Trying to be diplomatic isn't working."

I arched my eyebrows at her.

"Are you sure I even want to hear? Already this whole thing sounds like some bad afternoon shock talk show that I never watch. Is there a camera filming this? Where's Jerry Springer?"

"Get off your high horse, Lucas. Sandy's father's a lawyer and he's filed a twenty million dollar lawsuit against the university and Professor Kitchens."

"And this concerns me how?"

"You might let your friend know that Sandy thinks that Tom busted into Dr. Kitchens office because he still loves her. It's why he's not included in the lawsuit."

Sue had this self-satisfied smug look on her face that made me want to slap her.

"So you're telling me that Tom should crawl on his knees to Sandy and beg her forgiveness? He'd rather die, I can tell you that much myself. He fucking hates her."

"That hatred will get him added to the lawsuit."

"A lawsuit that is totally bogus."

"Yeah, Tom threw the clothes out the window leaving them naked and humiliated. I think the courts might find him liable for some damages."

"He'll never do it. He'll never bow to her."

"I know it," she sighed. "And so does Sandy. I've tried to talk to her but she won't listen. Sandy's determined to call him out in public."

"Why, Sue? Tom's done with her and he's moving on. I encouraged him to take Anne Marie to the football game."

"You what?"

"It's the principle of falling off a horse and getting back on again. One relationship busts up and you need the companionship of friends to recover. Anne Marie's a friend, same thing with me and Louisa and the same thing with you and me. You and I have known them for a long time and they're good people."

"I know Anne Marie and you're right. You'll never find a sweeter person but I don't know Louisa."

"I met Louisa at freshman orientation and we took Constitutional Law together. She's one of the smartest people I know, she's pre-law, and she's probably going to be a fantastic lawyer."

"So is she another one of your wham-bam-thank you, ma'am girls?"

"No," I laughed. "Louisa's just a friend. If I want to go out and have a good time without feeling opposite sex pressure I call Louisa."

"I'm not sure I'd take that as a compliment coming from a player like you, Lucas. I hope you don't describe me that way."

"Come on, Sue. You KNOW what I mean. Every man should have female friends where there's no sexual relationship and vice versa. I've got you, haven't I?"

"Well, Lucas," she laughed. "There've been times that I was hurt that you didn't go after me for romantic reasons."

We both laughed. She was kidding or so I hoped.

"Look, for whatever it's worth, Lucas, I'm having to listen to Sandy's side in the dorm at night and I guess you're having to listen to Tom's version."

"We're dealing with two kinds of people here, Sue. Sandy's the type that's never going to let this go, the kind that become ex-wives from hell. Tom, on the other hand, probably won't remember Sandy's name next year. Why? Because it's over and done and he'll put that kind of shit behind him and just move on. I know because it's what I do, I just get on with my life and cut out of the herd anyone who tries to pull me down. Sandy's just going to end up a vague memory with no details."

"So you don't remember old girlfriend's names? I'll bet you'll remember Mary Beth's."

"Mary who?" I teased. "Sue, a freshmen psychology student will tell you that it's no good to just keep hanging on to shit that you can't change. I make a conscious effort to try to remember only those things that are useful to me."

"Maybe that's a man thing..."

"Or maybe it's just a healthy way to live your life."

"Okay, Dr. Freud, let me put it this way. If you care about your buddy Tom then you need to prepare him for the fact that Sandy's going to pop out of the woodwork somewhere soon because she won't be satisfied until she feels like she's got the upper hand, the last say. And she's determined to have it out with him in a public place."

"And of course if he doesn't bow down and kiss her feet she'll hand him a court summons."

Sue laughed. "Probably."

"This is a sick version of elementary school recess fight. You know, Sue, there's a part of me that thinks that Tom and Sandy are loving every minute of this, their moment in the sun, like some famous movie star couple breaking up. And it makes me want to puke. I don't give a damn what happens."

Sue laughed. "I think you're entirely right. Sandy could be a great tragic actress and Tom is the pin up poster boy with a vapor head."

"Sue, I've got things to do. If your girl wants to look like a fool so be it. If you're such a close friend of hers you might tell her that Tom's through with her, he's happy that he's going out with another girl. She just needs to go fuck her professor and forget about Tom."




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 06



"Lucas," she sighed. "I'm just trying to give you a heads up and I know you'll tell Tom. I'd rather not be involved but I don't have much choice. My roommate and I share a bathroom and sitting room with Sandy and her roommate. Sandy's father is determined to make this nasty."

"Oh, fuck it all!" I said too loudly. "I'm sick of this, Sue. I'm not a messenger boy!"

A library assistant came by and complained that we were disturbing others. Sue and I apologized profusely and I gathered up my books and went into a study carrel. I worked for the next two hours and then went home, planning to eat the leftover KFC. Tom had said nothing about coming over and he rarely came over two nights in a row.

I'd already showered and dressed in long pajamas and athletic socks because it was cold. I was eating the KFC and watching TV. There was a sharp knock on the door that I recognized as Tom's. He was smiling but had a troubled look on his face.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course you can, Tom. I've already told you that you're welcome twenty four-seven. What's up?"

He came inside and sat on the couch quietly.

"So what's going on, Tom? I know that look on your face."

"You know me so well, Lucas, I can't hide anything from you anymore. I see you're eating the leftover KFC."

"There's also leftover Chinese if you're interested. And you're evading my question. What's going on?"

"I've got good news and bad news."

"Okay, give me the bad news first."

"Coach Sanders is REALLY pissed with me, more than he's ever been. He won't say anything more than he has to."

"What happened?"

"He got a call from the president's office telling him he can't bench me unless I'm injured and he'd better have medical proof. He got chewed out for involving himself in my personal affairs with Sandy. The president told him he'd already just fired Kitchens for unprofessional behavior and he'd better not hear about anymore unprofessional shit from Sanders."

"He told you all this?"

Tom shook his head.

"I got a text message to get my ass to Sanders office ASAP at four o'clock. I figured it had to do with Mr. Martindale but I wasn't sure. Then I got a text message from Coach Wolfe to come see him first. Man, when Louisa takes action she moves fast, doesn't she?"

"Popular boy, are we?"

"Yeah," he snorted. "Wolfe gave me the lowdown on Sanders getting raked over the coals, all the details. The president called Wolfe and asked him if he was interested in the head football coach position."

"Say what?"

I couldn't believe my ears.

"Oh, it's all bullshit, even Wolfe told me that but the university legal team is running the show now. Sandy's father has filed a twenty million dollar lawsuit against the university over Kitchens."

"That's bullshit too. Sandy's over twenty one and can do what she damn well pleases. So she fucked a professor. What of it?"

"Several students have complained about Sandy's grades in the French class and have demanded an audit of all their tests and papers. They're saying Sandy fucked her way to the top of the class. Now the university has put her on notice that she can't come back next semester. So her father's suing the school."

"I didn't think she was taking French."

"Beats me," he laughed. "I didn't think so either. She never said anything about it. I thought I knew her schedule but apparently I didn't."

"Oh, what a tangled web we weave..."

"...when first we practice to deceive," Tom laughed. "It's tangled all right. Sandy was taking French and never even told me. And she was fucking her professor for good grades. I'm sure she had to, she flunked Spanish in high school."

"I've heard Professor Kitchens is one hot dude it must have been an easy thing for her to fuck for grades. The hell with Sandy, what's up with Wolfe and the head coach position?"

"Wolfe said they threatened to essentially bench Sanders and put Wolfe in charge if he didn't get his ass out of this mess."

"Okay, so where do you fall in this?"

"After Wolfe gave me the heads up I went to Sanders' office and he was out for blood. He didn't even try to sugar coat anything. He told me that he's been ordered to let me play every game for the rest of the season and that since his word as a coach counted for nothing I'd better play my ass off and win every game."

"So that's the good news. You're not benched anymore."

"Nope, but I basically don't have a head coach anymore either. It's going to be a hostile place to play."

Tom looked crestfallen and I felt sorry for him. All he ever wanted to do was play football and now this thing with Sandy had managed to poison the waters for him.

"It'll be okay, Tom. You're the quarterback and you're good. Sanders will back off."

He shook his head no and for the first time I saw his eyes fill with tears.

"It's going to be hell from now on because it will split the entire team apart," he whispered.

"Come here, baby."

I held my arms out and he slid over to me.

"Hold me tight, Lucas. Tell me everything's going to be all right." 

I held him tight and he buried his face in my neck. His chest heaved but I didn't hear a sound from him. I kissed the top of his head and gently caressed his hair.

"This is going to work out okay, Tom. I promise you. It doesn't seem like it tonight but it will. It'll take a few days, maybe longer for everyone to see that you're not the heavy here. Sandy and Sanders have overplayed their hands and it'll all come out, baby."

"I hope so," he said softly.

"So, can I fix you something to eat?"

He shook his head no.

"If I ate anything I'd just throw it up or have diarrhea. I'd rather be hungry."

"Are you staying tonight?"

Again he shook his head no.

"We're having a party in the dorm for Tommy Hand. It's his birthday and some of the guys went all out like crazy for this party. I've got to be there in thirty minutes."

"What is he, the pope?"

Tom laughed.

"He's the go-to guy of the dorm and everyone loves him. He's the RA and if something needs to be done in the dorm he takes care of it. He a great guy so I can't miss it."

"If you play your cards right you might be able to do a little politicking for yourself. Just keep it low key."

"I was thinking the same thing."

He kissed me then, softly, and his kisses traveled down my neck. He unbuttoned my pajama shirt and ran his hand through my chest hair, then sucked my nipples.

"I thought you had to be to the party in thirty minutes," I laughed.

"I know," he mumbled into my chest. "I just can't leave without tasting you."

He kissed and licked down my torso. He got on his knees and nibbled my cock through the pajama pants.

"Can I suck your cock?" he grinned.

"You're going to be late."

"What's a few minutes?" he laughed. "So can I suck your cock? That's all I have time for but I won't be able to sleep tonight without eating your cum."

"You don't have to ask, Tom, you know that. My body is yours."

"And mine is yours, Lucas," he said softly.

He pulled my pajamas and underwear off and I was naked on the couch. He sucked my penis into his mouth and I breathed hard, whimpering over the incredible pleasure he was giving me. Tom had become a master cocksucker.

He pushed my legs up to my chest and pulled my athletic socks off, then kissed my feet and up the backs of my legs until he reached the split of my ass, splayed open wide, the cool air blowing over my partially open hole. He spit on it and then attacked it with his tongue and lips. My body trembled with sexual energy and passion.

Tom probed my hole with his tongue and then inserted his middle finger, pressing it against my prostate. My cock expanded and stood rock hard, throbbing. Tom sucked it into his mouth, bobbing up and down on it while his finger fucked my ass.

I was moaning and whimpering, lost in desire, as he made love to my cock. I twirled my fingers in his hair and caressed his cheeks. His finger pressed my love button in just the right way and I lost it.

I groaned and began to shoot my hot semen into his mouth. He sucked and swallowed hard, managing to take it all down for the first time. At last I was like a naked rag doll on the couch as he stood up, leaned over, and kissed me, depositing some of my cum in my mouth.

"I've got to go now." he whispered.

"Can't I at least see your cock?"

"No," he grinned. "If I take it out I'll never leave tonight. It'll give you something to dream about."

He looked at my naked body and licked his lips.

"I've got to get out of here before I lose my resolve."

He kissed me once again, then turned and left.

The rest of the week passed slowly and Tom needed me daily to bolster his confidence about the upcoming game. Coach Sanders barely spoke to him at practice. On Friday night I gathered most of my engineering friends and with Anne Marie and Louisa we cheered for our team and Tom.

It was a close game and I sweated it out, trying to put the mathematical odds of winning after twelve straight losses out of my mind. The score was 21-7 at the end of the first half and I was almost despondent, sure we were losing. The other team and their supporters had the confidence of victors.

Then in the second half the score changed to 21-17 at the end of the third quarter. I literally was keeping my fingers crossed and our group tensely screamed for our team. Then in the last seven seconds of the game Tom threw a Hail Mary pass into the end zone and we scored. The final score was 24-21 and the stadium was rocking from the screaming and celebrating. Our team took Tom off the field on their shoulders.

I watched Coach Sanders' face and he was smiling. I felt there was no way he could continue to freeze Tom out, not after this victory. The administration and faculty members were all excited, as were alumni members that I recognized. Things had to get better.

The one big surprise was that Sandy didn't show up to be a part of the cheerleading squad. As much as we disliked each other I had to admit I'd have been stunned if she had. It would have taken a lot of guts to cheer in front of a crowd that knew she'd been caught fucking a professor, an action that was getting her kicked out of the university. 

"When do we leave for Pizza Hut?" Anne Marie asked.

"We'll go over to the showers and wait for Tom. There's a little lobby in the building with couches for people to wait for the players."

"How long does it usually take?"

"It varies," I laughed. "Sometimes it can be half an hour but most of the time it's only ten minutes or less. And there've been a couple of times when he was out and ready before I even got there."

This time the wait was closer to thirty minutes. We could hear the guys laughing and joking around. At last Tom came out, his hair damp from his shower, wearing a clean football jersey and jeans, grinning from ear to ear.

"Sorry it took so long. We were just celebrating a little bit."

"The celebration's just begun!" one of the players yelled. "Wait 'til we get to the Pizza Hut!" 

The crowd at the Pizza Hut was wild and the crowd was so large that several people were eating their food in the parking lot from carry out boxes. Being the quarterback, Tom had a table in the front center of the restaurant and I, with Anne Marie and Louisa, watched him hold court like a king. I kept watching for Sandy to come in, expecting an explosion.

"I know what you're doing," Louisa whispered later.

I raised my eyebrows in a question.

"You're looking for Sandy to come in. Don't tell me you aren't."

I didn't deny it. We were talking too low to be heard by others.

"Can you imagine what it must be like for her? Not to be here?" she continued. "Look at all this, it's like we're part of the king's court and she used to be the queen."

"I don't read that much into it myself."

"You wouldn't," she laughed. "You're a man but to a girl who dreams of being homecoming queen and the consort of the football quarterback it's everything."

"If you say so."

I looked over at Tom, preening like a peacock, and I knew I'd lied to Louisa. Of course I knew how Sandy felt. In my own way I was a living extension of my man's success and I loved being with him as they verbally replayed every move of the game and bragged on their skills.

Tom was at his best, laughing, joking, and looking every inch the flawless stud quarterback. He was obviously accustomed to this fan worship and he reveled in it. I watched him as he moved his magnificent body with his sculpted hair, his flashing blue eyes, the laughing smile with the perfect teeth. Tom was made for adoration. I felt special next to him, knowing that I had his love and his body for me alone.

And I remembered how I'd felt when it had been me as quarterback amid all the fun celebrations.

We partied for over two hours and then there was a commotion outside, the crowd parted and in walked Sandy in a tight shirt with the top buttons undone to her breasts, even tighter jeans, and red high heels so tall I couldn't imagine anyone wearing them. She called hello to various people as she made her way through the crowd, definitely headed to where we, that is Tom, was seated.

I kicked Tom under the table and he looked at me.

"Don't say a word to her, Tom. Don't let her bait you."

I didn't give a damn if Louisa and Anne Marie heard my instructions to him. Anne Marie suddenly put her arm through Tom's and moved closer to him.

"Don't worry, honey," she said sweetly. "This ain't my first rodeo. I'll take care of your ex."

Sandy stopped right in front of Tom and the restaurant was so quiet you could people breathing, the proverbial pin drop situation.

"Don't get up on my account, Tom. We're past the 'your being a gentleman' phase."

Tom said nothing, didn't even look at her. Sandy looked at me with hate filled eyes, then stared at Anne Marie and Louisa.

"You're keeping strange company these days, darling. Two nerds and a blonde bimbo with big tits. Is that what you needed, Tom? Bigger tits?"

Tom still said nothing and looked at the floor.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU, ASSHOLE!" she screamed and slapped Tom's lowered head.

He sat up then, fire in his eyes, and Anne Marie took over.

"Do I need to get up and whip your ass, bitch? Don't be hitting on my man or I'll beat the shit out of you right her!"

For a little girl voice it was scary as hell. She moved to get up and Tom held her back.

"I'd like to see you try it," Sandy glowered.

At that moment two police officers entered the restaurant and moved up behind Sandy.

"I think you need to back off, ma'am. These people obviously don't want your company."

"Mind your own business, rent-a-cop. Go out and police the parking lot."

Sandy's sneer and attitude were over the top, like a spoiled brat, and I wondered if she'd been drinking or using drugs. The police officer put his hand on her arm to prevent her from attacking Tom again.

"Back away from him, ma'am. I think you need to go home."

"I think you need to mind your own fucking business. I came to a party and I'm not leaving."

The manager came out to the scene.

"Come on, Sandy," he said. "I think you've had too much to drink."

"I belong where that whore's sitting. Tom's mine."

"You need to work out your problems somewhere else, Sandy. Don't make a scene here."

That's when it all blew up. Tom had a Coke glass and Sandy slapped it out of his hand.

"LOOK AT ME, TOM!" she screamed.

In that instant the police stepped in, cuffing Sandy and leading her away as she screamed obscenities to Tom. Tom went to stand up and I grabbed his arm with all my strength.

"Don't you move an inch!" I ordered quietly.

He glared at me but acquiesced. Anne Marie and Louisa sat by like supportive soldiers as everyone watched the police lead Sandy out of the Pizza Hut, a stream of obscenities and threats about Tom, the Pizza Hut, management, the university, etc., all to be sued for millions of dollars. She was totally out of control and I shuddered.

Tom was devastated as people began to settle down again from the scene. Where he had been jovial and charming he was now angry, sad, and withdrawn. I was never so glad to be with Anne Marie and Louisa as I was that night.

"You mustn't let it get you down, Tom," Anne Marie said softly. "A break up can be a nasty thing sometimes. Consider it a lesson learned. You've just had a marvelous achievement for the university football team and I refuse to let you end the night sad."

"That's right, honey," Louisa added. "I think your ex just needs to go sleep it off. But you? You need to celebrate. Anne Marie, Tom wants to dance."

"Put some dance music on," Louisa called out.

Suddenly the place was rocking and Anne Marie forced Tom out onto the floor. Soon he was laughing at her girlish antics. Louisa looked at me very knowingly.

"You're very good for him, Lucas."

I nodded.

"I think Anne Marie and I would like to get to know him better."

"I think you will," I said softly.

She patted me on my arm.

"You know I'm always here for you if need me, don't you?"

For some crazy, crazy reason I wanted to run away, leave it all behind me. I blamed Tom for putting me in this situation but most of all I blamed myself. What had I let happen to my quiet life of anonymity? Suddenly I was in an emotional turmoil and I think Louisa saw right through me.

We watched Tom and Anne Marie dance and hold court with the game revelers, the Friday night crowd for the next two hours. Louisa and I went along with it all, enjoying the atmosphere.

"You seem used to this, Lucas."

"Oh, I've been going to tailgate parties since elementary school. And I've been doing team parties since I started here."

"That's right, you were the quarterback of your high school team, weren't you?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Must be bittersweet for you."

"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't but don't go feeling sorry for me. I'm content to sit on the sidelines and what's more, I've had my chances that I didn't take up."

"Really?"

"I was offered a spot on the university swim team but I declined and I was offered a spot on the university tennis team but I turned that down too."

"Why, if can ask?"

"The engineering, the mathematics. Being a double major in electrical engineering and applied mathematics is a lot of work and I wanted to have at least a little bit of free time for myself. Being on a sport team would have sucked the life out of me."

"But you do miss it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I miss it but I can live vicariously through others," I laughed. "I sit in the stands, go to the parties, have fun, and people like Tom do the aching and all the endless drills."

"How's he coming with his tutoring?" she asked.

Warning bells went off.

"He's doing fine. He's a good student but engineering is not always a good field to be in when you're active in sports."

"Mmmmm, hmmmm."

"I hate to break this up but dorm curfew is coming up in the next half hour. Unless the three of you are going to sleep on my living room floor we'd better get out of here."

I whistled to Tom who knew exactly what I meant. Several others in the crowd knew my signal too from previous Friday nights and began to break it up. Tom and Anne Marie came over and sat down, laughing.

"That was such fun," Anne Marie said in a little sing song voice.

"Maybe you ladies would like to do it again sometime with me and Lucas."

Tom was not even subtle. Future dates would be double dates. Louisa and Anne Marie were quick to accept. We drove them back to their dorm and then walked them safely to the door.

"Okay, now it's you, big boy. I need to get you to your dorm."

He reached over and took my hand.

"Not tonight, Lucas. I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Do you need to pick up some things from your dorm room?"




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 06



He grinned.

"Maybe you haven't noticed it but I've kinda been moving in with you for the last few weeks, my home away from the dorm."

I laughed.

"All the 'forgotten' things? The toothbrush, the electric razor, underwear, clothes, shoes, deodorant? I'm not blind, Tom, although I'll admit it took me awhile to realize just how much you'd moved in, correction, LEFT, in my place."

He burst out laughing.

"I'm not too subtle am I?" he teased, his blue eyes dancing with mirth.

"No, you're not but then if I didn't want you I could have packed it all up for you and had it ready for you on your next visits."

"So we're going home together tonight?"

"Yeah, buddy, we're going home together tonight."

"Good, baby, I need you to do that wonderful thing you do with your hands on my left calf and foot. I think I've got a little muscle strain."

"You didn't see the team doctor?"

"Oh yeah, he said just stay off it for a couple of days and get it massaged. Normally, if Coach Sanders wasn't so pissed with me he'd have ordered me to physical therapy tomorrow morning in the athletic building. It's okay, I rather have you do it anyway."

"Coach Sanders needs to let the hell up. You've just won a game that's been lost the last twelve years in a row. I think that gives you some credit that he's just not going to be able to deny."

"He's a tough old bastard, Lucas. He thinks his word is law and that everybody lives to serve him."

"In other words, a former quarterback," I laughed.

"Fuck you, Lucas, are you trying to tell me something?" he grinned.

"It's okay, baby, I really do live to serve you," I said sarcastically.

He hit the back of my head playfully.

"Who serves who in this relationship? I'll remind you of your answer in the future."

"I'm sure you will."

"Anyway, it's more than me that's got Sanders in an uproar. Lucas, he's been so arrogant and stepping on so many toes for so long that he's got a long line of pissed off people who want to see him fired. He's a winning coach but it's no longer enough to put up with all the shit that goes with him."

"And now he's older and the university is looking for younger men."

"Maybe. Not maybe, probably. You just can't treat people like shit every day and get away with it forever. I knew by my sophomore year that Sanders was on borrowed time. All of his assistant coaches, hell, EVERY university athletic coach hates his damn guts. Winning a game that's been lost for twelve years will buy him some time but the president and administration are really bent out of shape this time."

"You don't sound too happy."

"Better the enemy you know than one you don't."

"I'll massage your leg tonight but tomorrow morning I'm taking you to the athletic building for a proper massage."

"I told you the doc..."

"I know what you told me. We're still going. There'll be coaches and staff there, somebody's always there."

"Only if you go in and hold my hand," he teased.

We'd arrived at my apartment.

"You walk okay."

"Yeah, it's just a slight strain that I feel when I walk. It'll work itself out but better with some massaging."

"I can do that."

"And some loving care," he grinned.

"I think I can manage that too."

We went into the apartment and as Tom lay on the couch watching late night television I massaged his calf and foot. I'm pretty good at massages after all the years I've played sports and all the massages I've received. I could tell he'd be okay soon.

Finally he rolled over and I took his other shoe and sock off. We sat there with Tom's bare feet in my lap watching an old black and white John Wayne western. It was good and although we both yawned from exhaustion we saw it though until the ending.

"That was good," Tom sighed. "Now take me to bed so we can get some proper sleep. I want to snuggle with you. Thank God tomorrow's Saturday."

We brushed our teeth and stripped down to our underwear. We'd barely cut off the light and gotten under the covers before Tom was spooning into me, fast asleep. I held him to me, still burning with love for him but feeling angry and confused too.

I awoke to Tom crying out from a cramp in his leg. I quickly massaged it out and forced him to get dressed. We drove to the athletic center and I took him inside. An assistant took over and told me it would be at least three hours.

"Call me on your cell when you're done and I'll come pick you up, Tom."

"You don't want to stay?" he teased.

"I think I'll pass" I laughed. "I'm going to the library to get some work done."

I spent the next three hours working and thinking about my relationship with Tom, about why I was so angry with someone I loved. I didn't have all the answers but I did come to a few main conclusions. I knew that one day soon I was going to have to confront Tom with those conclusions if we were going to survive together.

Some were just little things but others threatened to blow up. We'd fantasized about each other for over two years. Then love had grown out of blazing sex but I knew, as I suppose everyone discovers, that sex alone does not sustain a lasting love.

I'd made myself depressed by the time he called me and I was angry with him for my being depressed. I'm not a person given to depression. I'm a person who loves to have fun with others.

But more than anything, I was in love with him and I didn't think I could survive without him. At last I knew the meaning of the songs about how love hurts. I was afraid to tell him my feelings, afraid to add my problems to those he already had with his ex.

I was so goddamned mad with him for creating an emotional whirlwind for me and yet I knew that I was equally at fault. Love can fucking suck out loud.

It was freezing cold and he was waiting in the lobby for me as I pulled up. I got out to help him walk to the truck if need be. A trainer was with him, someone I didn't recognize.

"So when's the amputation?" I joked.

"This is Bill Newman, Lucas, and he's got the best hands on staff."

"I'll bet you say that to all the guys, Tom," he laughed.

"He says I'll survive, that I need to keep it wrapped and to use it enough to keep it from freezing up."

"It's nothing really serious. He woke up with a cramp because he'd let it set up. He needs to walk it off. I'd say by Tuesday he'll be totally back to normal. I want him in here every day so we can massage it and take care of him but he'll work a lot of it out in practice."

"See I told you, it's nothing."

"Yeah, when you were yelling in pain this morning it didn't sound like nothing."

"He'll be alright, Lucas. I understand you know quite a bit about massage."

"I told him all about you, Lucas, about how you were a high school star, how you were injured..."

"Yeah, that was a tough break, dude, but it's the nature of competitive sports. You seem to keep yourself in peak condition, though."

"It's the swimming and tennis," I said.

"Keep it up, particularly the swimming. You can get a hell of a work out swimming without doing any injury to your body."

"Do you want him back here tomorrow, Bill?" I asked.

"That depends on Tom. If he does what I've told him to do he should be okay but if he has any problems there'll be a trainer here. There're a couple of other guys in worse shape than him and they're having to do the whole muscle tissue routine."

"I think I'll be okay, Bill. Now let's get out of here, Lucas. I'm going to take you out to lunch today, somewhere nice."

"He means a fast food joint of your choice," Bill laughed. "I've been somewhere nice with him before."

"Hey, at least I'll let him pick."

We ended up with take-out chili, burritos, and tacos and going back to my place. We joked around as we ate and then watched a movie we'd rented. We sat on the carpet in front of the couch. Tom had his back on the couch and I was in his arms, my back to his chest. Even with the heat on, it was cool and we were fully dressed, only our shoes were off.

We sat in silence watching the movie and occasionally Tom would kiss the back of my head or squeeze me in his arms. I felt so comfortable with him that I felt guilty about my earlier emotional breakdown. He loved me so much and it was apparent.

"You want to watch another movie, Tom? We got five so we can have a regular movie marathon."

He didn't say anything, just played with my hair with his face and squeezed my hands tight. I let it go until he finally spoke.

"I know I'm an asshole idiot, Lucas," he said softly, "but something's wrong. It's not like it was before between us and I want to know what's wrong. Did I do something?"

Obviously I'd been transmitting my angst through my body language.

"Later, Tom, I'm just having a bad day."

"No, you can't give me that time of the month stuff. If you're having a bad day, then I'm having a bad day until you tell me what's wrong."

"I just hate how things went down last night at the Pizza Hut."

"Look at me."

He made me turn around so I faced him. I sat sideways with one of his legs around my hips and the other over my thighs. His eyes bored into me but I was afraid to look at him.

"I love you," he said, "and somehow I've fucked something up. Do you love me?"

I nodded, afraid to speak.

"Have I hurt you somehow? What did I tell you about not telling me?"

I leaned into him, put my face in his neck. He held me close in his arms.

"I love it when you do that," he whispered. "But it's not going to get you off the hook. You're going to have to talk to me. If we need to have a fight then we'll have a fight, just no fists."

I could feel him grinning. I didn't know where to start.

"Okay, Lucas, out with it. Am I too messy for you? I know I'm shit at housekeeping. My mother was always yelling at me and two roommates have threatened to throw me out of the dorm."

He was joking and it was a small thing but it was a start.

"Yeah, what's up with that, Tom? Where you take it off is where it lays and you don't even put the cap back on the toothpaste sometimes."

"I'll work on it, I promise. Are you breaking up with me because I'm a slob?"

"No."

"Then what is it? Spit it out and if I need to leave then you'll have to physically kick me out."

I took a deep breath and like a fool I felt like I was going to cry. He knew it.

"So we ARE having our first big fight."

He took my face in his hands and kissed my lips, my face.

"I love you too much to lose you, Lucas. After all this shit with Sandy and the coach and Professor Kitchens and Sandy's father's lawsuit, hell, I don't know how much more I can take."

"I know, I know, it's why I don't want to deal with it right now."

"I do, do you hear me, I do, because you're the most important thing in my life and I JUST. DON'T. THINK. YOU. BELIEVE. ME."

"Tom, I do love you, I really do but even you have to admit it was fast. We fantasized about each other for over two years, smiled at each other and spoke in the hall. Then we had sex the first time a couple of months ago and it's been like a comet blazing through the sky. But will you still love me six months from now?"

Tom pushed me away from him and stood up. He walked to the door and opened it.

"I, TOM BRADDOCK, LOVE LUCAS BLAKE AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT! I'M GOING TO MARRY HIM ONE DAY!"

I literally almost passed out from total shock. Okay, it was a Saturday and there was no one around but maybe someone heard him just out us. He closed the door, walked back over and sat down with me again, wrapping his legs around me as before. There were tears in his eyes and he was angry.

"Is that what you wanted, baby? I love you and I'm not going away. I don't fucking care who knows it."

"Oh, Tom, you didn't have to do that," I whispered.

I reached up to touch him and he ignored me.

"Yes I fucking did. You're about to kick me out and I can't stand to live without you. I've told you that before! So I'll clean up and stop being a slob!"

I wanted to burst into tears. He really did love me and he didn't care WHO knew it anymore.

We sat looking into each other's eyes, his almost steely and probing.

"There's more, isn't there? Tell me."

I hesitated.

"I said fucking tell me. I've just outed myself to the whole fucking world so you goddamn well are not going to hold back a goddamn motherfucking thing! SPIT. IT. THE. FUCK. OUT.LUCAS!"

He may have loved me but he was fucking angry with me.

"I'm an alpha man, Tom, and so are you. I'm not accustomed to taking a secondary role in any situation. It's not your fault, I just subjugate myself to you a lot. I was a great athlete in school and sometimes I feel bad that it all ended for me."

"A lot of that's YOUR problem, not mine. I have NEVER expected you to subjugate yourself to me, never, and you know it. In fact, in case you've been too dense to pick up on it, Lucas, I've put you on a pedestal almost since I've known you. Or didn't you even see that?"

Yep, we were having a fight.

"You're right, it's all on me and you've treated me like something special. I almost said like a queen," I laughed nervously. "Can you bear with me until I can work out this alpha alpha stuff?"

"I might ask you the same question, darlin'. So what else is wrong with me?"

He choked it out in anger, no tears.

"I'm a nerd and you're a football star..."

"You're so full of shit, Lucas Blake. You're the star of the engineering department AND the mathematics department. If you're jealous of me because I'm the quarterback and you're not I can't help it. You'll either get over it or I guess you'll be kicking me out."

"I'm just going to say it..."

"Oh, please do," he said sarcastically. "I wouldn't want you to leave anything out."

"I resented Sandy..."

"Shut the hell up. You knew all along what was going on with her. So I may have handled it wrong. Take me out and put me in front of the motherfucking firing squad. I'm just a guy and not the most sensitive perfect one at that. You need to get over Sandy. I'm working on it."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't fucking apologize! We're having a FIGHT! Get what you've got to say out of your gut."

"What you just did, yelled at the door, pretty much negates the rest of my problems."

I couldn't stand it anymore. Tears spilled over and I was crying in front of him but he didn't touch me.

"Why don't you go ahead and get THOSE problems off your chest, the rest of them? I don't want to hear about them later. Don't be a pussy about it."

I was crying but Tom was still angry and not giving me any sympathy.

"I'd worried about whether or not you'd ever want to acknowledge me, us, in public but at the same time I didn't want to affect your career. It's just that I couldn't take it if you took on another girlfriend as cover."

"Then why the fuck did you set me up with Anne Marie?" he spat out.

"I told you. They're lesbians and they probably want you as cover as much as you want them."

"Well, at some point I think I, no we, are going to have to have a little conversation with them because I'm not going to have the MAN I LOVE worrying about being two faced and using women. That's what you're really saying."

I'd never seen him so angry. I thought he was going to hit me.

"Anything else on your chest, lover boy?"

"What about our parents and family? Are we ever going to tell them?"

"Do you want to call them right this instant? I'm ready to if you are."

"No," I whispered. "I just know..."

"...that they're going to have to be told. I'm ready when you are."

"You've been getting all this stuff off your chest. Can I get something off mine now?"

I nodded.

"I want all of this shit resolved by summer because I don't intend to let you move away and leave me alone all summer long. It AIN'T gonna happen, do you hear me? I'm not going to spend three months away from you, three months when you might find another man."

"Okay, I worried about that too," I said. "We'll work something out."

"Yeah, we will. And I want to move in with you at some point in time. You may want to wait awhile after this fight. At least until you make up your mind about whether or not you want to kick me out for good."

He resisted but I grabbed him and kissed him deep. He fought me but finally gave in and returned my kiss.

"I was never going to kick you out, Tom. Why would you even say such a cruel thing to me? I just wanted to clear the air. Remember, you told me to."

"I did, I know I did."

He buried his face in my shoulder and sobbed, as if his world was falling apart and I cried too, caught up in his tears. And I'm not a crier. I hate crying.

"I'm so glad you're not kicking me out," he cried into my shoulder. "I know you don't love me as much as I love you but I promise I'm going to work on it. I'm going to win you over."

"Don't go feeling sorry for yourself, baby. I know how much I love you and I can't imagine you could love me more."

"Wanna bet?"

He sat up then and kissed my cheek. We sat together side by side.

"Can we watch another movie and calm down?" I asked.

"And after that, can we have make up sex?" he smiled through tears.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, baby, it hurts me more than you know. I never wanted to make you cry, Tom."

"Don't. And just so you know, I haven't cried in front of anyone since I was eleven and broke my collar bone when I fell off my bike."

"Right. Just pile on the guilt," I grimaced.

"That's right and don't you forget it. I was afraid I was losing you, baby. I was afraid today was the day you were going to tell me we're finished."

"Now I'm afraid to fight with you, even to argue. I don't want to hurt you again."

"I'd rather a little hurt than a lot of pain if you let it build up and hate me. Anyway, remember there's always make up sex," he grinned.

"Yeah, you said that," I laughed.

"I love it when you laugh, Lucas. I love every little thing you do."

"You want to watch the movie later and fuck me now?"

He jumped up and grabbed my hand to pull me up.

"Before you change your mind," he smiled.

God, I loved him.

We stripped slowly in the bedroom, taking each other's clothes off. Then we sat next to each other on the bed, kissing, until he pushed me back on the bed and pulled me into his arms, entwining his legs with mine. My eyes burned into his, seeing passion, desire, lust, love.

He pressed his face into my neck and I felt his teeth nipping at my skin, felt his tongue licking me, and his lips sucking hard, putting marks on my flesh. I kissed his muscled shoulders and pulled my fingers through his hair. His lips traveled down my chest to my nipples. He suckled them as he rubbed his face in my chest hair.

My cock was so hard it was jerking and I could the pearls of precum popping out.

"Oh, my god, Tom," I moaned, my hands toying with his hair.

"Mmmmmm," he hummed.

He ran his hand over my body, teasing my penis briefly. He kissed down my torso, his tongue licking me as he dragged his face through my body hair. His eyes looked up at my mine, a mixture of passion and teasing, as if he knew what he was doing to me, knowing I was powerless and captivated by his lovemaking.

My entire body quaked with emotion and he pressed his hands against it, stilling me, his eyes searching mine, begging me to let him have his way with me. He licked my cock from balls to tip, sucking in my precum. He swirled his tongue around the head, slowly, his eyes amused at my torture. I groaned from deep within my body, totally lost in his touch.

He began to suck my cock, bobbing his head up and down, watching my face, and my entire body trembled and shook. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. I could hear the slurping sounds of his sucking and he pushed his body into mine to control my shaking. I watched his sexy ass move as it swayed in the air while he sucked me.




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 07



MARCH OF SPRING SEMESTER/Three months after the fight and make up sex.

********************************

"I'm glad you ladies agreed to come to supper at my apartment," I said.

"Well, Tom says you're a good cook and I've been dying to see those puppies everyone's talking about," Anne Marie laughed.

"You mean, those puppies Tom adopted for us and left me to do all the work?"

"That's a lie," Tom protested playfully. "I've done my share of the work caring for them. It's just that you live here all the time and I can only come over once a day."

"Now, boys," Louisa teased. "No fighting. We're here for a peaceful supper. So where are the puppies?"

On cue Angel and Aramis came racing in the living room.

"Oh, how sweet," the girls cooed.

"I still can't believe you've got such tiny dogs," Anne Marie said. "You'd expect two big tough guys like you to have Dobermans or Rottweiler's or some such. These are teacup toy dogs, a Chihuahua and a poodle."

"Not exactly everyone's idea of He-Man mastiffs," Louisa laughed. "So tell me how it is you've got these two, Lucas? I've heard the hall gossip but I want to hear it from your lips."

"A buddy of Tom's is in the army and the dogs belonged to his wife. They got transferred to Germany and the wife had made arrangements with an old lady down the street to take the mother dogs and their puppies on the day they were to leave the States. On the same day a mongrel dog got in their back yard and killed all the dogs except these two puppies."

"Oh, my god," Anne Marie exclaimed. "The poor babies. How old were they? They're so tiny."

"Angel, the Chihuahua, was two days old and Aramis, the poodle was a week old," said Tom. "Carol, the army wife, bred purebred Chihuahuas and toy poodles and sold them with pedigree papers. We've got the papers on both of them."

"And you ended up with them, Tom?"

"Yeah, Louisa, it was a sickening story. Richard and Carol were upset but they had to leave that day. The old lady was not able to take care of the newborns without the mamas so I volunteered to take them."

"Tom called the Animal Shelter and they were full over the max. They told him that if he took the dogs to them they'd put them down for him. So he showed up here at the apartment and I thought the big guy was going to burst into tears if I didn't take these two."

Tom blushed and Anne Marie patted his arm.

"You're a brave man, Tom. I would've been hysterical if I'd been told they were going to kill the puppies. You did the right thing. Everyone knows Lucas acts tough but he's got a heart of gold and a big weak spot for animals. You should have seen him the day Ricky Harper kicked that poor stray dog on the green. I thought Lucas would go to jail for attacking Ricky."

"Ricky was lucky I didn't break his goddamn leg! She was pregnant and due any day. I still can't believe that bastard kicked her in the stomach."

"Well, you're lucky those campus security guys are dog lovers or you'd have been arrested," Anne Marie laughed. "I mean, two black eyes, a broken nose, and a busted lip! Come on, Lucas, you're lucky Ricky didn't press charges."

"Anne Marie, I persuaded him that the animal cruelty charges he'd face were far more severe than any repercussions Lucas would suffer if he filed charges against him," Louisa smiled. "It helped that the guys in his fraternity threatened to kick him out if he filed."

"The science department helped with an incubator and a couple of biology professors and graduate students monitored to make sure everything was okay," Tom laughed. "I think they thought the puppies would end up dying on us if they didn't help so they took pity on us. Both of them could fit in the palm of my hand and my middle finger was bigger than Angel. Who knew a Chihuahua was so tiny at birth? They're like little puppy guppies."

"One of the graduate students, Jill Stillman, wanted to take them away from us but Dr. Yawn told her to butt out, that Tom and I would do just fine. I think she thought it would be a good experiment to see if two engineering students could actually keep newborn puppies alive," I laughed.

"It's a good thing, too," Tom grinned. "I think I'd have had to kill somebody if they tried to take 'em away from us. I've been raising dogs all my life and so has Lucas. Of course, we both have Labrador Retrievers at home, not these little guys. Plus, Lucas spent about five hundred dollars on formula and stuff for newborn dogs. He was even going to buy an incubator but the girl at the Petco is a graduate student in biology and she's how we got their help."

"So it's like you two are a family with puppies instead of children," Louisa smiled knowingly.

"I think so," Tom said seriously.

He was not about to back down although we were both still deep in the closet on campus. His declaration of love at the top of his lungs that Saturday had not been overheard. We didn't do anything openly but it was no secret that we were the closest of friends. He also didn't give a damn if anyone read anything more into it than that.

Anne Marie fed the dogs and put them in their little bed in the kitchen. While she and Tom played with them, Louisa set the table and I made the salads to go with the pot roast.

We laughed and joked as we ate the salad but Tom had a purpose in inviting them and was determined to carry it out. As we were eating the pot roast he spoke up.

"Anne Marie, Louisa, I've got something to say and..."

He paused and the two of them looked at him expectantly.

"Yes?" Louisa smiled. "Is this the declaration, the reason why we're here? Don't keep us waiting, Tom."

"Yes," he faltered.

Tom looked at me desperately, his resolve wavering.

"You can tell us anything, Tom," Louisa said. "ANYTHING. It goes no further than here."

Louisa's eyes were all knowing. Anne Marie looked a little nervous. I'm not sure how I looked but I'm sure everyone could see I was uneasy. I hated to see the man I love about to turn our world upside down but it was his announcement, not mine.

"Anne Marie, I like you more than any girl I've ever known in my life but we'll never be more than friends in our future. I'm in love with Lucas and I intend to marry him one day."

He spoke softly but with determination. He looked down at the table but before he did I saw the mixture of bravado and fear in his eyes. There was such a dead silence I was afraid this was not going to go the way we wanted. Anne Marie was sitting next to Tom and she touched his arm.

"You need to be careful, Tom. If I can see how much you love Lucas in your every move I'm afraid someone else will too."

Tom flushed and we could all see the emotion in his eyes.

"It's hard for me. I love Lucas more than anything in the world. I never thought I'd say someone is the reason for my existence but he is. I'm sorry if you're upset but I just wanted you to know."

"And you, Lucas?" Louisa asked. "You haven't said anything."

"Tom doesn't want to live a lie with the two of you. I don't either but I love him too much to be the one to out him to you. It had to be his doing. After all, he stands to lose a lot more than I do."

The way I looked into Louisa's eyes made it clear that I knew about her and Anne Marie but I would leave it to them to speak of it.

"Does this mean that you don't want to date me anymore, Tom?"

"No, Anne Marie. That'll be entirely up to you. I just wanted to clear the air with you. And now I've given you the power to tell the world I'm gay if you want to. It's entirely in your hands, yours and Louisa's."

"Okay, Anne Marie," Louisa said. "Let's cut to the chase here, shall we? The gig's up and the four of us have the opportunity for our relationship to grow to new heights."

Anne Marie looked startled.

"They know, Anne Marie. I'm not sure how but they know."

"How?" she said softly. "We've been so careful and no one has ever questioned it, no one."

I decided to be truthful.

"Millie Fernandez is my cousin. Our mothers are sisters."

Anne Marie paled slightly.

"She didn't tell me, Anne Marie, it just happened. Do you remember a summer night in Atlanta when Millie's car broke down in the parking lot of a lesbian bar and she had to call a cab for you? I came to fix my cousin's car and I saw her kiss you when she put you in the cab."

"It was before you and I got together, Louisa, and Millie was my first," Anne Marie explained.

"I believe you, Anne Marie. I know you've never been unfaithful. So what happened with you and Millie?"

"I came back to the university. We were never destined to have a long term relationship anyway."

"Do you still keep in touch with her or see her when you go home to Atlanta?"

"I've seen her around a couple of times because our families live in the same neighborhood but Millie has someone else now. Anyway, my father would have a stroke if he knew I'd even spoken to her. He's preached sermons about the lesbian in our neighborhood, how all homosexuals need to be locked in a camp and kept away from civilized people."

"I can confirm it, Louisa, the relationship part anyway. Millie works for the state of Georgia and has been in a relationship with another employee for about two years now."

Apparently, Louisa was a jealous one and Anne Marie needed to appease her fears.

"You've never said anything before, Lucas," Anne Marie said questioningly.

"Why would I? It's your business."

"And it's how you figured it out about me and Louisa."

"That's part of it. I know what to look for and I saw it in the two of you."

Anne Marie looked frightened.

"Don't worry, I don't think anyone else has seen it or will."

"I don't know what to do with my life," she said quietly. "My father is a Pentecostal preacher, Church of God, and he believes homosexuality is more sinful than murder. If he found out about me I'd be cast out of my family permanently, eternally, and he'd cut me off financially. It's one thing to talk tough about being out, gay and proud, and it's another to lose your entire identity, your whole family, and financial security."

"Anne Marie has got it particularly rough," Louisa said. "And my situation isn't much better. My family is as homophobic as they come although it's not really so much a religion issue. My father's brother is gay and the family threw him out when he was fifteen. The last we heard of him he'd moved to San Francisco and changed his name. That was over twenty years ago. My family will pay my way through law school unless I fuck it up and decide to be gay and proud and broke."

"There are those who think hiding in a closet is for cowards but there are even more who see the practical side of things. I don't so much think of myself as in the closet as I think that my personal life is my own damn business and I don't have to go around carrying signs," I said.

"It's a difficult issue for us," Tom sighed. "If my back was against the wall I wouldn't deny it because it's who I am. I just don't think I have to tell the world about it. And there are some good reasons to keep it that way, millions of them."

"As you said earlier, Louisa, let's cut to the chase here," I said. "We can help each other out if you two are willing. We can continue to double date and appear to fit in the straight world but we don't have to if the two of you feel uncomfortable with it."

"We're not uncomfortable about it at all, are we, Anne Marie?"

She shook her head no.

"In fact, at some point in our future it might be to our advantage to share an apartment together. Of course, that's way off and maybe never but it's an option."

"Then I guess the only thing to say is that we'll leave plans for the next date up to you ladies although I've really been wanting to go see that new movie at the Plaza," Tom laughed.

The tough conversation was over, Tom had made our situation clear, and we enjoyed the rest of the evening, playing with the dogs. Louisa and Anne Marie finally left and Tom and I sat on the couch watching television. The puppies had followed us into the living room and they were asleep in front of the TV.

After a while I slid over to snuggle with him, to feel his warmth. Engrossed in the TV program, he put his arm around my neck and pulled me close to him, his fingers playing with my hair. He kissed me gently on the top of my head. I listened to his heartbeat as he held me, content to be close to my lover.

"I love you more than you can know, Tom," I said softly. "What you did tonight, outing us to Anne Marie and Louisa, took guts and I love you for it. You didn't have to do it but you did, baby."

"Yes, I did, Lucas. I couldn't continue to live a lie with those two and more importantly, I knew that you couldn't either. Your respect for me as a man is more important than anything and I had to let them know who we are. I'm going to marry you one day and I need for you to know that I love you and I'm a man of my word."

"I DO know you're a man of your word, baby. You don't have to prove anything to me, Tom, but what you did tonight and what I know you'll do in the future fills my heart with love for you."

Tom was such a strong man, a man who'd face down anyone. He pulled my face up to him and kissed me, then kissed my closed eyes, my face, and my lips. My heart swelled in my chest, filled with love, with so much pride in him, and feeling like we were one now.

"Tonight, we grew as a couple, a pair, Tom. I feel like we're one now, more than ever before."

He squeezed me tight.

"Of course we are, my love. And I've got something for you."

He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small box.

"Here, I love you."

It was a small gold ring, three entwining bands of colored gold, one yellow gold, one white, and one rose. I took it out of the box and stared at it.

"It's beautiful, Tom, I love it but where's yours?"

"It's at the jewelry store waiting for you to go in and buy it for me. I've already put down some money on it so they're holding it for you," he grinned. "Look inside the ring."

I looked at the tiny inscription, 'Lucas, I'll love you forever. Tom' and I was overcome with emotion. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. Our tongues danced together, twirling and making love. I felt as though we were in the metaphor I'd used before, two lovers blazing through the sky like a comet.

His body was warm as he held me in the coolness of a northern March evening. I pushed my hands inside his shirt and rubbed his chest. He kissed me again and then pushed me aside to kneel on the floor before me. He took the ring and put it on my finger.

"Will you marry me, Lucas? It's legal in this state."

I must have looked startled because he laughed.

"We don't have to do it tomorrow and you don't even have to answer me now if you want to think about it but I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage before someone else does."

I slapped his head playfully.

"Are you crazy? No one else is going to ask and if they did I'd tell them I'm already taken; by you, by the man I'll love forever and love like no other. Of course I'll marry you, Tom."

He lay his head on my thigh and wrapped his arms around my legs.

"You've made me the happiest man alive, the happiest I've ever been in my life, Lucas Blake."

"When can I go get your ring for you?"

"Tomorrow if you want."

"Does it have an inscription in it?"

He grinned mischievously.

"Of course. It's the same as in yours, just from you to me. I knew that's what you'd want."

"Oh, you did, did you?"

He burst out laughing.

"You can change it if you want something else. You can change the rings if this is not what you want."

"You know it's what I want, baby. How you know is beyond me but you know."

He took my hand and kissed it, then turned it over and kissed the palm.

"I know because I love you, because I know you, because I'm learning what you like, Lucas. I told you, I'm going to make you love me as much as I love you."

"If you say that to me again I'm going to kick your ass all over this apartment and then beat it with a whip. You do NOT love me more than I love you and stop saying it."

"I'm going to make you love me as much as I love you, I'm going to make you love me..."

I put my hand over his mouth as he broke up laughing.

"Where do you keep your whip, Lucas?" he teased.

"Oh, is that what you want, huh? For me to put a whip on that gorgeous ass of yours?"

"I might enjoy it sometime. We'll have to see," he grinned.

He undid the button to my jeans and unzipped them, then pulled them off with my underwear. He pulled my shoes and socks off and I pulled my shirt over my head.

"You're so handsome, Lucas. You have such a sexy hairy body. I feel sort of embarrassed when I'm naked with you."

"You idiot," I teased. "And here I feel like you've got the sexiest body of any man alive, so full of muscles and all smooth. And since there's no football, there're no bruises."

"I guess we're just perfect for each other," he grinned.

He reached up and tweaked my nipples, dragging his fingers through the hair on my chest and stomach.

"No fair, here I'm naked and you've got all your clothes on. I need you naked to warm me up."

He stood up and stripped, his eyes never leaving mine, as I looked at his nude body. My erection grew almost instantly. He knelt between my opened legs and ran his hands over my body, dragging his fingers through my chest hair and again tweaking my nipples.

"I love you so much, Lucas and I need you in my life forever," he whispered huskily.

I pulled his right hand to my lips and sucked on his fingers. He took his other hand and grabbed my cock. He lowered his head and took the head of my cock in his mouth. He sucked it and twirled his tongue around the head. I was leaking precum as quickly as he could drink it.

I looked down between his legs and watched his cock quivering and jerking, standing out from the thick patch of pubic curls, his balls tight against his body.

"I want you to fuck me," he said huskily.

"Turn around and bend over so I can eat your ass out."

He did as I asked and pulled his buttocks open wide with his hands. I attacked his ass with my lips and tongue, wetting down the hair around his hole and exposing the pink rosebud, quivering and clenching with anticipation. For the next few minutes I made love to his ass until his sphincter had relaxed and his hole was open wide.

I took the lube he handed me and squirted it inside him before he climbed onto the couch and crouched over my lap, facing me and teasing my erect cockhead with his hole. We'd both been tested and it had been over six months since we'd had sex with another partner so we no longer used condoms. 

"Your cock is so huge, Lucas," he whispered. "I love your cock."

He pushed my cock against his hole several times before he finally pushed down and sucked my cock into him. I felt the muscles of his ass milking my cock, clenching and squeezing. His cock swung back and forth as he moved, dripping his precum on my stomach. I was mesmerized by the intensity of his love making.

I felt my cock press against his prostate and his cock began to jerk wildly, dripping an ever increasing amount of his juices. He pushed himself down so that he was sitting fully on my lap and he leaned forward and kissed me.

"You feel wonderful in me," he whispered in my ear. "You're a magnificent lover."

He lifted himself off me completely, leaving only the head of my cock in his asshole and then slammed back down to my pubes, jarring my balls. He wrapped his arms around my neck and threw his head back,

"Fuck me, Lucas, fuck your man hard."

His ass was bouncing up and down, squeezing my cock as continued to withdraw and re-impale himself on it, over and over again. I felt his entire body quivering and jerking as he buried his face in my neck. His teeth bit into me, his tongue licking, and his lips sucking my skin to leave his love mark.




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 07



I involuntarily lifted my hips and body up into him as we did this dance of sexual love. His entire body quivered, his muscles rippling. I didn't want to cum so I slowed my movement.

"Don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me harder, Lucas. I'm ready to cum."

It was my cue to forget about holding out, waiting and extending this passion. Tom was ready to blow his load. I began to fuck him hard, my hands on his hips, lifting him as I pushed into him, a rhythm of fucking in tandem.

"Harder, faster," he begged.

The pace became frantic and Tom's cock flailed wildly, his balls bouncing on my stomach, his cock slinging precum over my chest and stomach.

"Oh god, oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" he pleaded as he bounced up and down. "Faster, faster."

I was within seconds of cumming but I wanted to wait until he came.

Tom pulled his head back and looked into my eyes.

"I love you with my whole life, Lucas," he moaned. "Tell me you love me. Say the words."

His final bounce on my lap pushed me over and my cock exploded inside him, blasting my cum into his hole.

"I love you, Tom, you know I love you," I yelled to him, my hands around his throat.

Tom's cock erupted, shooting white ropes of his thick cum on my chest, dotting my chest hair with ropes of pearls, droplets of his hot semen. With each blast his hole squeezed my cock tighter, milking it of its supply of cum.

Afterward Tom relaxed and sat on my lap, his arms wrapped around me, my cock still impaled in him, his cock now lying limply on my stomach, his face buried in my neck. His body was so warm and relaxed. I didn't want to move, didn't want the moment to end.

The puppies ended it for us. Angel began to whimper and soon Aramis was barking. Both were hungry and ready to be fed.

Tom burst out laughing and I joined him.

"Those damned little devils. Nothing like babies to screw up your love life."

I kissed his neck.

"Oh, I don't think they screwed it up. At least they waited until after our orgasms."

"Well, they'll have to wait a little longer," Tom grinned.

He lifted himself off me and began to lick the cum from my chest, feeding it to me each time he filled his mouth. When he'd finished he sat on the couch and lifted his legs to his chest, exposing his asshole. I knelt between his legs as he began to push my semen out of his hole. I licked it into my mouth and then kissed him, sharing it with him.

The noise of the dogs got louder.

"Go ahead, take a quick shower," he ordered. "I'll take care of the dogs and then I'll get my shower."

When I came out of the bathroom he was on his knees, finishing with the dogs. He turned to look at me, looking up and down.

"I like the pajamas," he grinned. "Those are mine, Mom gave them to me."

"I like to wear them, they're warm but I need to put some socks on. My feet are cold."

"Come here, I'll warm them for you."

"Nothing doing, sexy. You get that cute ass of yours in the shower. NOW!"

He laughed and ran to the shower. He came out dressed in his clothes.

"I take it you're not spending the night, handsome."

"Not tonight, lover boy. I need to put in an appearance at the dorm at least a few nights here and there."

We were teasing each other. Tom had not moved in and many people were aware he spent a lot of time taking care of the dogs, HIS dogs as most people thought. Several of his friends had come over to see the puppies, sometimes for dinner. 

He took a lot of good natured teasing about having a toy poodle and a Chihuahua but everyone who knew Tom knew he was a dog lover and every single one of his male friends said they'd have done the same thing. No one would have allowed those puppies to be euthanized. 

I was applauded as the friend who agreed to take the dogs in, who also was a sucker for dogs. Soon I think the majority of the campus knew about the dogs and also knew we both had Labrador retrievers at home. Dog lovers are a special community that sticks together.

A couple of weeks later a situation developed where we had a raging fight. I deferred to Tom's wishes, subjugated myself to him again, I guess you could say. Tom came over on a Monday afternoon for his tutoring session and to help with the puppies. We were in the kitchen and his books were on the table.

"What's up with you?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing much."

He kissed my nose.

"Out with it," he demanded playfully. "I can read you like a book, baby. You should know that by now."

"I've been asked to join the swim team. Two members of the team graduated in December and one of the alternates is flunking out. Coach Nickerson had to drop him from the team."

Tom was surprised.

"So what do you think?" he asked, obviously not pleased.

"Oh, I don't know yet. They'll want me to shave my body and I don't think I want to do it. Plus, I don't think I have the time with you doing baseball. Who's going to look after the puppies? Still...."

"I don't want you to do it."

Tom had taken on his bossy quarterback in charge attitude that sometimes pissed me off.

"What? Don't I get a say in what I'm going to do with my own life if I'm with you?"

"Don't be like that, Lucas. I'm just telling you I don't want you to do it."

"You're TELLING me, not ASKING me."

"Okay, you want to play semantics. I'm ASKING you to PLEASE not join the swim team."

"That still sounds like an order to me."

"Lucas, I don't want to have a fight again, not over something as goddamn stupid as you joining the fucking swim team."

He'd raised his voice. Tom had a quick temper although I rarely saw it.

"So now it's stupid."

"Of course it's stupid!" he yelled. "I don't want you joining the mother fucking swim team because I don't want a bunch of fags and cunts on the make staring at your body!"

"I see. You think if people look at me that I'm cheating on you, huh? Next thing I know you'll be wrapping me in one of those black shrouds the Muslims put on their wives! Right? And what about how I feel? How I feel when those same fags and cunts are dripping cum and pussy over you when you're running around on the field in skin tight pants?"

I was getting angrier and my voice had raised. Another fight was happening.

"Don't be fucking ridiculous. It's not the same! Those bathing suits show everything you've got and you might as well be naked! And you're NOT going to shave your body hair off! I love your body like it is and you told me it belongs to me now."

"You like hairy men."

"I like YOU hairy. There are no other men, never have been."

"What about that other guy? Your first love. Was he hairy?"

I was pushing his buttons and he was really getting steamed. His face and his neck were flushed. This entire conversation was ridiculous but a part of me wanted to play it out for the pure devilment of it. I wasn't going to give in easily to Tom's power trip although already I had no intention of joining the team.

"What?!"

"You heard me. What about your first lover? Was he hairy? What was his name?"

He flushed a deeper red, both in embarrassment and anger.

"You know I don't have to tell you a goddamn thing about him!"

"No. You don't. But then you can't stop me from joining the swim team either."

Tom walked out the front door and slammed it so hard I thought it was going to break apart. I was stunned. I didn't expect him to walk out and it upset me.

I didn't have long to worry. He stormed back in within two minutes. His face was fiery red with anger and I thought he was going to hit me. Instead he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. 

He kissed me so hard I could barely breathe.

"I love you!" he yelled. "I love you and I don't want your ass on display for anyone but me!"

He continued to kiss me. He kissed down my neck and ripped my shirt open, popping off buttons. Then he pushed my tee shirt up and sucked my nipples, chewed at my chest hair. I had an erection almost instantly. He was forcing himself on me but I was letting him do it.

Tom ripped my shirt off, tearing it, the ripped my tee shirt in half, tearing it off me. He unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and pushed them and my underwear down to the floor. He shoved me over to the table after throwing the books and papers onto the floor.

"Bend over," he ordered.

I didn't move, just to see what he'd do. He slapped my ass hard, once, then twice before pushing me over the table.

"I love you, Lucas," he shouted. "I love you but you don't love me like I love you. I knew it! I'm going to show you how much I love you!"

I was lying face down on the table and he parted my buttocks, spit on my asshole, and in seconds I felt his hard cock at my hole. I moved and he slapped my ass cheeks again, both of them.

"I love you!" he yelled.

He entered me hard and fast, pushing his cock all the way in so that I felt his thick pubic hair on my ass and his balls slammed into mine. I grunted with the initial pain that soon became pleasure. Then he was fucking me hard, the force of it shoving the table across the floor. We pushed the table until it was against the wall, unable to move anymore as he fucked me.

He reached around under me and grabbed my erection, jacking my cock hard.

"I love you, Lucas Blake, whether you love me or not."

Hard fuck with his cock slamming into my asshole.

"If you loved me like I love you then you'd do what I'm TELLING YOU!"

Harder fuck with his cock slamming into my asshole.

"I DON'T want you to join the goddamn mother fucking queer ass swim team!" he screamed.

Even harder fuck with his cock slamming into my asshole.

"And you absolutely are NOT going to shave your body!"

He slammed his cock into me again and slapped my ass hard with his free hand over and over. I ejaculated into his other hand, more than I'd ever cum before. It was all it took for his orgasm to start. I felt his cock jerking as he unloaded shot after shot of his cum into me.

Then it was over and he fell to his knees, his jeans around his ankles, still wearing his shirt. I lay bent over the table until I heard him crying. I turned and he was face down on the floor in a fetal position, sobbing. I knelt beside him and cradled him in my arms but he was inconsolable. 

I held him and kissed his face as he wept. I just let him cry it all out. I loved him and I loved him enough to know he was crying about a lot more than our ridiculous argument about the swim team. I knew Tom had to know that I'd never have joined the team if he was so against it.

When he finally began to settle down I pulled him up.

"Come on, Tom, let's get you in bed."

I led him like a child to our bedroom and undressed him. I put him in bed naked. I stripped and got under the covers with him, spooning him, cradling him in my arms. I kissed his back and his neck.

"It's okay, sweetheart," I whispered. "You know I'd never do anything you don't want me to. I'm so sorry I upset you."

Tom began to cry again, sobbing his heart out. I held him until he fell asleep. He woke me a few hours later, speaking to me, his voice strained and hurting.

"I'm so sorry, Lucas. Will you please forgive me? I don't want to live without you. Please don't leave me."

Tom began to weep quietly again. It was pitch black dark. I looked over at the glowing numbers of the clock on the nightstand. 3:20 AM.

I turned him over and held him in my arms.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm not going to leave you and if you're leaving me then I'm going with you."

His chest was heaving with silent weeping.

"I love you, Tom, more than you seem to believe. Why want you believe that I love you as much as you love me?"

We lay in silence for a long time.

"I've always loved my father but he's never loved me like he loves my older brother and sister. I was an accident and Dad didn't want me. He got mad with me when I was five and I broke the windshield of his car with a baseball. And then he told me. He screamed that he never wanted me."

He was weeping again.

"I tried and I tried, Lucas. Dad tried to make me forget what he said and Mom said he didn't really mean it but I've never forgotten it."

"I'm sure he didn't really mean it that way, Tom. He was just mad, maybe under some pressure that you didn't know about."

Tom reached over and turned on the lamp. His face was red and his eyes swollen from his crying.

"No. I called him today, Lucas, because I decided to tell him about us. I couldn't believe how cruel he was to me."

He started crying again.

"He told me that I'm a disappointment, that he's worked for years to make me achieve something worthwhile and that I'm throwing it all away to be a fucking sorry ass faggot."

He began to sob again and I held him until he gained control again.

"You're all I have left, Lucas, everything. Without you I have nothing. If you left me I'd blow my brains out. There's nothing left but you. My career is over now and I won't have any money. And I love you more than you can ever understand."

I looked him in the eyes.

"Now you listen to me, Tom, and you listen good. I keep telling you that I love you and how much you mean to me but you can't believe it, obviously because of your childhood. You don't have to be Sigmund Freud to see that your father rejecting you has made you doubt that anyone can love you."

I slapped his head.

"And don't you ever say you're going to commit suicide, EVER? Don't you even think such a goddamn thing? Do you fucking hear me? You would destroy my life forever."

He nodded like a chastised child.

"I know what you're saying is true," he moaned. "I've gone to counseling and I've heard it all before. It's just so hard to deal with. I've never been in love before you and I guess it's kind of made me crazy. I just love you so much, Lucas. I'm head over heels for you."

"I'll marry you anytime you want to if that'll reassure you, Tom. I didn't tell you but I went by the jewelry store and I bought your ring, baby. I wanted to surprise you."

"I don't want you to marry me to reassure me, Lucas. I want you to marry me because it's what YOU want to do, WHEN you want to do it. I'd marry you tonight, right now, if we could do it but I want to do it on your terms."

I wrapped my arms around him.

"Oh god, Tom, you don't know how much I love you. Whether you want to believe it or not, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"It's going to be hard. Dad said he's going to cut me off and not pay any more of my bills if I don't come to my senses and forget about this queer shit."

He burst into tears again, his body shaking.

"Why, why, why? Why me? I've ruined my life!"

I grabbed him and shook him hard.

"Are you telling me I'm a mistake?! That you wish you'd never met me? Because if you are then you're free to leave and tell your father it was a big mistake, that it was all my doing, that I seduced you into it."

He buried his face in my neck, weeping, barely able to speak.

"No, baby, you're not a mistake! I told you I'll kill myself if you leave me and I mean it. I'm just being a fucking idiot asshole again. There was no mistake, I love you!" he screamed.

I held him in my arms and looking at his beautiful weeping face my heart ached for him. Tom had been loved and coddled all his life, always the superstar in school, and he'd never been rejected by anyone. Even his father had obviously spent his life trying to convince Tom he never meant to hurt him at age five. Now he faced total rejection and he couldn't deal with it. All his brave blustering about outing us to everyone was just that, brash talk, and he'd had no idea the ramifications of it.

"We'll make it, Tom. Don't worry about that. My grandfather left me a trust that's all mine. The income from it will more than pay your tuition and take care of the both of us for the rest of our lives."

He shook his head.

"I can't let you support me, Lucas."

"Why not? Anyway, no matter what happens with football you're going to be a first class engineer. You wanted to support me before. Remember what you said? Do you think you're more of a man than I am? "

"The alpha shit rears its head again," he grinned through his tears.

I kissed his lips gently.

"Now that's the grin I love. We'll get beyond this, Tom."

"I'm so sorry and ashamed, Lucas. I practically raped you tonight."

"Don't worry about it," I laughed. "I could have stopped you anytime I wanted to."

"You think so, huh?"

"Yeah, Mr. Quarterback big ass football player. I started karate when I was four years old and I could whip your ass until you couldn't walk if I wanted to. I've got a second degree black belt."

He was surprised.

"You never told me!"

"There're lots of things that I've never told you."

"But you SHOULD have told me about your karate. I mean, it's a sport and everything and we've talked a lot about our sports backgrounds."

I tweaked his nose.

"I just didn't want to wound that macho pride of yours, baby doll. You have such a big ego you can't take too much real masculine competition."

"Oh really?"

He tickled my stomach and I laughed. Then he was all over me, tickling the weak spots he'd discovered over the last few months. After I'd nearly collapsed he kissed me gently and held my face against his chest. I could hear his heart beating.

"I guess I'll make out okay," he said softly. "As long as I've got you I can handle anything."

"I feel the same way, Tom. You're my whole world."

"Don't let the dogs hear you say that. They're awfully quiet."

"All the lights are off, it's pitch black in the house, and I fed them and took them out while you were sleeping. Puppies tend to sleep when it's really dark and they can't see anything much."

"I didn't feel you get up."

"Yeah, you did, you just don't remember it. I told you I had to go pee. I also took care of the dogs. And you slept through it all."

We were quiet for a while.

"What about your parents, Lucas?" he suddenly asked. "Will they reject you?"

"No. Don't forget my lesbian cousin Millie. She's one of the most beloved members of the family. They might be shocked but I've got siblings that will provide grandchildren. And somehow I think my mother may already suspect."

He lifted his head from my chest and looked at me.

"What makes you say that?"

"A couple of years ago at the dinner table my sister said that guys who go through a string of women and never commit are probably gay, that she learned that in her psychology class. She was looking straight at me and when I looked at Mom she sort of smiled at me. Dad just laughed and I think he just passed it off as nothing but then I don't know for sure."

"You're so lucky, Lucas, to have parents that love you."

"Your parents love you, Tom, they're just shocked, particularly your father. Give it time."

"What about Louisa's uncle? His family totally kicked him out and he's never come back."

I kissed his lips tenderly.

"Not everyone's like that, Tom, and you're special. They've always been proud of you and I think it will be hard for them to suddenly stop loving you."

He was quiet and I saw tears in his eyes again.

"I don't usually skip classes but tomorrow I'd like to just take the whole day off," he said softly."

"Why don't you? You're a big boy and this is college, not high school. You don't need a sick note to go back to class."

"I will. I just need a day off. Will you stay off with me?"

"That might look suspicious."

"Fuck suspicious. Now that I've told Dad and he reacted the way he did there's no telling what he'll do. He might call Coach Sanders to enlist his help in keeping me straight. It's just up his sick alley."

"You think so?"

"Who knows? I know this one thing for sure. If it gets out, Lucas, I want to marry you. I don't want to wait any longer."

"THAT ought to be interesting. Not only are you bucking to be the first openly gay NFL quarterback but now you're talking about being the first NFL gay quarterback who's married to another man. Talk about fighting an uphill battle."




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 07



"With you I can fight anything, Lucas."

"TOGETHER we can fight anything, baby, and don't you forget it. I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"You'll never love me more than I love you. It's not possible."

I playfully slapped his head.

"What did I tell you about saying that?"

He burst out laughing and cuddled with me until we both fell asleep.



The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 08



When I awoke Tom was not in bed. I wondered where he'd gone until I heard in peeing in the bathroom. I got up, put on some shorts and a tee shirt, and went to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. We were not in a rush because we were both skipping classes that day to allow Tom to recuperate from his hysteria the previous day.

As I was flipping the pancakes Tom slipped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck gently. I put my free hand in his.

"I love you, Lucas," he whispered. "And I like it better when you're naked."

"Sorry," I laughed. "Cooking naked is for fools and people in pornos. I'm not going to have grease pop out and land on my dick."

His kisses covered the back of my neck.

"Okay, promise me I can have your dick for dessert. I'm hungry for your cum. You've made me an addict, you know."

"I'll trade you some of mine for some of yours, baby."

The doorbell rang and Tom went to look out through the peephole viewer. I could tell by the sucking in of his breath that he was shocked. He raced over to me at the stove.

"Oh my God!" he whispered to me. "It's my parents and my sister, Susan!"

Tom was panicked. 

"Don't worry about it, Tom. You go get dressed and I'll answer the door."

"What'll you say? What should I wear?"

"Well, you could stay naked like you are," I grinned, "but at least do me the favor of dressing like I am, in shorts and a tee shirt, barefoot. That way I won't be embarrassed like I'm your whore."

He kissed me quickly.

"Okay, sweetheart. Stall them and I'll be out in just a sec."

He'd never called me sweetheart before and I loved it from his lips. He was a bit panicked but still the trusting look of love in his eyes for me was touching.

I watched Tom walking away from me, watching his sexy ass, those sweet butt cheeks of his bounce. As he got to the door he turned.

"Don't let my father hurt you," he ordered.

"GO!"

I put the pancakes on a plate and walked to the door barefoot in my tee shirt and cut off blue jeans. I opened the door to see a woman I assumed was Tom's mother in front, the father and Tom's sister behind her.

"You must be Lucas," she said warmly. "I'm happy to meet you. Is Tom here?"

"Yes, ma'am, he's getting dressed and will be out in just a minute."

We all hesitated a moment and I looked into the eyes of his sister. She seemed amused by the entire situation, her eyes laughing. His father looked a little flustered.

"Well, come on in and sit down. I was just making breakfast."

"So you do the cooking for the two of you?" his father asked grimly.

"If I want to eat it, yes."

Tom's sister burst out laughing and his mother joined her.

"Cooking was never my son's strongest suit," his mother smiled. "It's a good thing you learned."

"My maternal grandparents owned a restaurant AND a farm. Everyone in my family had to learn to cook," I grinned.

I could hear Tom's electric razor in the bathroom.

"I'm sorry if we came at an inconvenient time for you. It's just that we've just got off the plane. After the conversation Tom and his father had yesterday I insisted that we take the red-eye flight to get this thing straightened out. Some apologizing is needed."

She looked at Tom's father sternly and he looked chastised. He put his hand out to shake mine.

"I'm Harrison Braddock," he smiled.

"Lucas Blake," I replied.

"Tom tried to tell me about you," he said, "but I'm afraid sometimes I'm..."

"Sometimes he's an ass," his wife finished. "Harrison and Tom both are too damned temperamental for their own good. Thank God Susan and Harry and Rick are more level headed."

Harrison grinned and he looked just like an older Tom.

"By the way, this is my daughter Susan," he said. "She decided to fly out with us."

"And I'm Marjorie Braddock," Tom's mother said. "Call me Marge. Susan's a freshman but her classes were cancelled for the rest of the week so she came with us."

I must have looked puzzled because Susan explained.

"We had a quake in the area of the school and it damaged some of the buildings. They cancelled classes for the rest of the week to check all the buildings and make repairs."

"I'm not a fan of any natural disasters but I think earthquakes bother me the most," I laughed.

"You get used to them in California. There are small quakes every few minutes, it's the bigger ones that do damage," Susan said.

Tom came out of the bedroom barefoot wearing a blue tank top that belonged to me and a pair of my jean shorts. He looked incredibly sexy showing his muscles with the little tufts of hair peeking out from his underarms. He shook his father's hand and hugged his sister and mother.

"Come on, let's sit down," Tom smiled nervously.

Susan took one of the overstuffed chairs and his parents sat on the couch. I sat in the other chair and Tom sat on the arm of the chair protectively.

"Let's get right to the point," Marge said. "You and Harrison argued, Tom. Harrison said some things he's ashamed of," she gave her husband a warning look, "and you're at fault too, Tom."

Tom got a defensive look on his face and I put my hand on his leg.

"Before you get hostile, Tom, you've got to admit you gave us quite a shock. First, our son who has always been straight announces he's gay and second, you follow it up by saying you're marrying Lucas."

Marge looked at me.

"Now, Lucas, don't you think that would shock the living hell out of parents?"

I could feel Tom freeze and I squeezed his leg. I realized at once that his family was watching my intimate gesture.

"Yes, Mrs..."

"I told you to call me Marge, Lucas. Please. If you're going to marry my son then we're all on a first name basis."

Her commanding tone reminded me of Tom when he was angry with me.

"Yes, Marge, I agree. I had no idea that Tom was going to call his father. I haven't even told my family yet."

"I told you, Lucas, I'm not going to live a lie anymore," Tom interjected.

"I know, Tom, but you've got to see that it was a shock for your family."

"I see that, Lucas, but shock today or shock tomorrow. What's the damn difference? The truth had to come out and I wanted them to hear it from me and not someone else who was just gossiping."

Tom was not angry or upset, he was just matter of fact, dealing with the situation as it existed and I was proud of him. He refused to back down but he wasn't hostile either.

"I realize that now, Tom," Harrison said. "My son was brought up to live his life honestly, Lucas, and to be proud of who he is. It was a terrible shock for me but as Marge and my other children pointed out to me, Tom was doing exactly what he's been raised to do. I should have been proud that he was willing to risk everything to be truthful with me."

I was astonished to say the least. In the span of a few hours Tom's disaster with his family had made a 180 degree turn. I looked at Tom and his face showed surprise also.

"Look, I'm sorry it was such a shock to all of you. I don't know how I could have handled better but maybe I could have. I don't know. I'm just thankful that you're here and I hope you support my...our decision."

Susan laughed. "Lucas, you said you didn't even know Tom was going to call Dad. So this must have been a surprise to you too. How did you react?"

I laughed too. "It was a shock, I don't mind admitting it. We didn't talk about it..."

"I didn't want you to try to change my mind," Tom interrupted. "I knew you would if I told you."

"But, Tom..."

I stopped. I wasn't going to argue with Tom in front of his parents. Anyway, it was water over the dam.

"If you're going to marry my son, Lucas," Marge warned, "you need to prepare yourself for the fact that he can be impetuous and temperamental. I've had to live with it with Harrison for the last thirty years."

"But you've survived," Harrison said defensively.

"Just barely sometimes," Marge laughed. "Just like this fiasco. I told Harrison if he didn't get on that goddamn plane with me to go make things right with Tom that I was going to divorce him."

"Oh Marjorie, MUST you air our laundry in front of Lucas?" Harrison grumped.

"If he's going to be our son he needs to get used to it."

"You won't believe the way this happened, Tom," Susan laughed. "Mom said she was coming to see you today to make things right and she called the airline and they told her a flight was leaving in three hours. She bought three tickets over the phone with a credit card and gave us an hour to pack."

Tom burst out laughing.

"Oh Mom, you never change and I love you for it."

His mother smiled at her son and I could see the love and pride she had in him.

"Before everything gets too sweet here I want to deal with another unpleasant subject," she said.

I thought, Oh hell, here it comes. And it did.

"Now Tom, I'm speaking on Lucas' behalf here. I don't know how these gay marriages work, who's the wife and who's the husband but whatever it is you need to think of how this is going to work out for Lucas."

"Mom..."

"Hush, Tom, and let me finish. So you two love each other. Tom, all your life you've dreamed of a career in the NFL. If your dreams of a career are shot to hell over your relationship with Lucas how are you going to feel about him? Will you still love him? Resent him? Hate him? I hope you've thought of these things, Lucas. I'm just stating the facts."

"I've thought about that..."

"Wait, Lucas," Tom interrupted me. "For your information, Lucas has said the same things to me and here it is, the facts of the matter. I've thought about it a lot, Mom. In fact, it's been on my mind for months."

"And?"

"You didn't let me finish. I've given it a lot of thought. There's no guarantee that I'll ever be considered for the NFL. I've got another year, my senior year, and anything could happen. And what if I DO get drafted? I could be a bust, I could break a leg, and all sorts of things could happen to me. There's just no guarantee with football but there's something that is guaranteed. I love Lucas with my whole heart, with everything within me and if I lost him my life would lose its meaning. I'm taking Lucas along with me for the ride as my husband and that's that."

"You realize there are no gay quarterbacks in the NFL," Harrison said. "I doubt there are any gays at all in the NFL."

"There are no gays that aren't in the closet," Tom said. "I'm damned good and all of you know it. I'll walk to hell and back if I have to in order to hold my head up and be who I am. And if I get discriminated against I may just sue some of the bastards."

"I told Tom that he might make it as the first gay quarterback," I said, "but the problem will be with endorsements. The big money is in endorsements and they'll stay away from him in droves. Look what happened to Martina Navratilova. I was willing to stay in the shadows but he's damned determined that he's through hiding."

"I don't care, Dad. Have you ever heard the phrase 'the heart wants what it wants'? I want Lucas and my heart has to have him to be complete."

I couldn't believe it when I saw pride in his son in Harrison's eyes and there were tears forming in Marge's eyes.

"Tom, I can't pretend that I understand gay love. I don't. And I can't pretend that I'm happy about what you're doing either," Harrison said. "But whatever happens you can damned well bet I'll be behind you, behind both of you whether I understand it or not. I'm not a happy man right now but you're my son and I'm proud of the way you stand tall, Tom."

I could Tom was close to tears and I didn't want that to happen.

"We'll work it out, Tom. It's not too late to exercise our options," I said quietly. "It's not common knowledge yet."

"THERE ARE NO OPTIONS HERE!" Tom said angrily. "None that I'm willing take other than be with you and I don't care who knows it. Lucas, I've told you before that I love you more than..."

I pulled the hair on his leg, hard, and he winced.

"You better not say what I think you're about to say, Tom Braddock, or I'll whip your ass right here in front of your family."

I was suddenly pissed. Tom looked down at the floor.

"I'm sorry, Lucas, I wasn't going to say it like that. It's just that..."

He looked me in the eyes and laughed. His family looked at us, their eyes filled with questions. All of them looked like they wanted to ask them but didn't know how to do it. Until Marge spoke.

"I've done some research online and I want to know who the top is and who's the bottom?"

"MOM!" Susan laughed. "You can't just ask them about their sex life!"

"It isn't just sex, Susan," Marge said as if she had special insight. "One of them is the man and one of them is the woman in this relationship and I can't figure it out. Neither one of them is the least bit feminine, not at all."

I put my head in my hands and tried hard not to laugh. I was embarrassed as hell and I knew my face was burning.

"It's a fair question, son," Harrison laughed. "All of you know Marge wears the pants in our family."

We all laughed.

"So? Who do I look to as the one in charge here?"

Marge was insistent and Tom and I were both blushing. 

"You know you don't have to answer that, Tom," I said softly.

"I'll tell you what I see here," Marge said. "I never thought I'd ever see this, Tom, but I think Lucas is the top here. Am I right?"

"This is awful personal, Marge," I protested.

"No, it's okay," Tom said.

He stroked my face gently in front of them all.

"Sexually we mix it up, sometimes I'm the top and sometimes Lucas is. But in life..."

"We have arguments sometimes over us both being alpha personalities," I interjected, trying to help Tom.

The three of them were looking at us as if we were about to answer the mysteries of life for them.

"No, Lucas, I need to say this for them and for you, baby."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, trying to let him know he didn't need to do this.

"When Dad and I fought I really cried a lot and Lucas comforted me, helped me through it."

He turned to face me, his eyes filled with love.

"The truth is, Mom, I look to Lucas to help ME, to give me guidance when I need it. I've known him for over two years and it took me two years to work up the nerve to go after him. I cooked up the need for a tutor so I could get him."

I looked at him, surprised.

"I told you, baby, from the beginning that you were the only tutor I'd accept, remember?"

I remembered him saying it. I put my hand on his leg, my fingers playing with the hair there.

"I remember."

"I loved you from the beginning, Lucas. I just needed to make you love me. Everything else, Sandy, all of that, was nothing. I wanted you from the beginning."

He looked me in the eyes as he talked and it was if there was no one but us in the room.

"And I did make you love me, didn't I?"

I cleared my throat.

"I might take issue with you MAKING me love you, Tom. I've told you that. I think I loved you from the beginning. I always watched you in the hall, in the building, everywhere, hoping you'd notice me."

He laughed.

"Mom, we can't agree who loved each other first or who loves the other the most."

"It's a small pointless argument to argue over who loves the other the most," Marge laughed. "It's obvious how much you two love each other."

"I told them you wouldn't do all of this if you weren't head over heels in love," Susan giggled. "And, Tom, I think we know who the real alpha is between you two."

Tom leaned over and kissed my lips tenderly. I blushed at the public display of affection but he just grinned at me.

"You're right, Susan. It's Lucas, it's always been Lucas. We make most decisions together but if anything is wrong, if I get upset I look to the man I plan to make my husband. I've never seen him lose his cool, never seen him cry, and he's the smartest person I've ever known. He's everything to me."

"Really, Tom? REALLY?" I asked, teasing him. "What the hell was that fit you threw when I was thinking about joining the swim team and you were TELLING me that I wasn't going to do it?"

His family laughed and Tom blushed, giving me an eat shit look.

"We don't need to go into that with them," Tom warned.

I just grinned at him, mocking him.

"Well, now we know," Marge smiled. "I figured as much knowing how high strung you are, Tom. I wish you luck dealing with him, Lucas. He's the most difficult of my children but I love him with every fiber of my being."

"I don't know how this gay marriage thing works," Harrison said. "When you two decide to tie the knot we want to be there. Don't forget that, son. If he does you remind him, Lucas. I'm holding you responsible. You're a member of our family now."

"What about your family, Lucas?" Susan asked. "Tom jumped the gun on you and now you need to tell your family. How do you think that's going to go?

"I don't expect any problems. They'll be shocked but I think it'll be okay. My first cousin is a lesbian and she's one of the most beloved members of our family. Our mothers are sisters and we grew up together. They're always teasing us and saying if I hadn't been so tough with Millie when we were growing up she would have been more feminine," I chuckled.

"We'd like to meet your family," Marge said. "And if we can, I'd like to meet them before the wedding, get to know them. Where are you from, Lucas?"

"I grew up in a little town that's really a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. I'm sure my parents would like to meet Tom's family too."

"Atlanta. I guess we'll have to work out where we can meet," Susan said.

"There may be a simple solution if all of you are interested. My family rents condos in Redington Shores, Florida every year. Some of us are able to stay for two weeks or more, some can only be there for a week. If you're interested in going to Florida for a vacation maybe you could rent some condos for your family and all of us can enjoy the beach together."

"Is it better than Malibu, Lucas?" Tom laughed. "We've got some great beaches in California."

"And there are some great beaches in Florida. Pinellas County has some of the best beaches anywhere. I've never been to Malibu but I think Redington Shores can give it a run for its money."

"Get us the details, Lucas, and we'll see what we can work out," Marge said.

We sat around and talked for a while and then Marge wanted to go in the kitchen and fix us brunch. Cold pancakes don't hold up too well so I mashed them with some puppy food. Tom's family loved the puppies and we had to explain how we came to have a poodle and a Chihuahua. 

I was entertained with stories about Tom's childhood as he blushed and laughed. His father brought in a picture album from the car and his mother showed me pictures of Tom as a child, including one of him naked on a baby blanket.

"Wasn't he just the cutest thing, Lucas? Look at that little behind on him. That boy always knew he was the cutest thing around."

"Well, I can tell you his ass is even cuter now," I chuckled.

"LUCAS!" Tom yelled. "You can't tell my mother that!"

Marge laughed. "Well, he just did. Isn't he the cutest thing in the world when he turns red like that?"

We had a good time together and they left after brunch to go check in a hotel. They were going to nap during the afternoon and insisted that they would take us out to dinner at the finest restaurant in town. After they left Tom grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.

He kissed me gently.

"Make love to me, baby. I need your big cock in my ass. Love me, Lucas, show me how much you love me."

We lay on the bed together as Tom tenderly kissed me, telling me over and over again how much he loved me.

"You're so sexy, baby," he whispered. "I couldn't wait for them to leave so you could fuck me."

"Who's the sexy one here, Tom? What was going on with you wearing my tank top? And those shorts that barely cover your ass? I had a hard on wanting you."




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 08



'I know," he laughed softly. "I wanted to tempt you, make you want me the whole time they were here."

"You succeeded, you sweet devil."

I kissed his bare shoulders and the muscles of his arms. He moaned and I lifted his arms and licked the underarm hair until it was soaked and stuck to his pits. I pulled the tank shirt over his head and kissed down his chest, sucking both nipples until they were so erect they stood up from his chest. I loved his smooth chest.

I kissed down his chest and stomach until I reached his shorts and I pulled them off him. His eyes burned into mine as I lifted his legs. I kissed each foot, licking them and sucking his toes. I kissed and licked my way up each leg until I reached his ass. I didn't touch his cock. It was dripping precum and throbbing, the veins standing out.

"I want to eat your ass out," I groaned. 

I rolled him over onto his stomach and he spread his legs. I got between them and parted his muscled ass cheeks. His beautiful rosebud winked at me. I leaned in and kissed his ass, slowly working my way around to his hole. Tom quivered and whimpered as I licked his asshole, pushing my tongue deep into it.

I rimmed his ass until his body was jerking with passion and his breathing was ragged. His hole was open wide so I could see into it, a sexy pink rose. My cock was hard as a rock. I turned Tom over and sat on his chest.

"Suck my cock, baby. Get it wet."

Tom sucked me hard until I pulled away to keep from ejaculating in his mouth. I slid back down his body again, pausing to let his cock tease my hole. I got between his thighs and sucked his hairy balls. Tom had put the lube beside him and I lifted his legs to his chest, almost overcome by the sexy hair on them.

I licked and probed his hole with my tongue again before squeezing lube inside him. I no longer needed lube on my cock because I'd fucked Tom so many time his anus opened wide for me easily after being rimmed. The lube in him would make my entry and fuck easy.

Tom was moaning, almost sobbing as he begged me to fuck him.

"Fuck my ass, baby, don't make me wait any longer."

I pushed my cock into his hole and he cried out. His legs wrapped around me, his heels on my ass, pulling me into him. I began to fuck him hard, in and out like a piston, pulling all the way out and then pushing back into him until my balls slapped his ass.

Tom's hands were pulling my shoulders, demanding that I kiss him. I leaned down and our kiss was hot, our tongues twisting and dueling. Suddenly Tom threw his head back and I kissed his neck, biting him and sucking his skin, leaving my love marks. 

As I began to raise up after feasting on his neck Tom grabbed my head and pulled my neck to his mouth, biting my neck hard and sucking the flesh, leaving his mark on me. I'd sucked his neck so that he could cover it with his shirt. He bit me high on my neck and I would not be able to cover it. As I pumped my cock into him I didn't care. My man wanted to mark me as his in front of his family. At dinner tonight it was going to be apparent that he and I had made love.

Tom's body began to tremble and I knew his orgasm was coming. I sat up, continuing to fuck him hard. He arched his back off the bed and threw his arms back so I could see his pits.

"I love you, Lucas, god how I love you," he cried out.

I grabbed his cock and held it as it shot his hot white semen out over his body. The first blast landed on the headboard of the bed, the next on his forehead, and the others dotted chest and stomach, and his final shots landed in his thick pubic curls. My hand was coated with his cum and I looked in his eyes as I licked it off and ate it.

I pulled my cock out of his ass and turned him over on his stomach. Tom loved to be fucked face down. I buried my face in his ass, licking and sucking on his open hole, pushing my tongue deep within him. Tom was whimpering like a kitten, his body quivering and shaking with passion.

Then I buried my cock deep within him again, fucking him with everything I had in me. I slapped his ass hard and his body jumped beneath me.

"Yes," he moaned. "Spank my ass, Lucas, beat me."

I began to slap his ass, one hand on each cheek, and Tom's moans let me know he was about to have another orgasm.

"Harder," he begged. "Spank me harder."

I spanked him harder, leaving red hand prints on his ass. Suddenly he grunted loudly and his entire body shook.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" he shouted.

His asshole gripped my cock harder with each shot and I was done. I held off until his orgasm was over and my cock was squeezed in his asshole's vise like grip. And then I exploded, blasting hot cum in his body, shot after shot as my body jerked and my muscles seized up.

At last I fell over him, covering his body with mine, my face buried in his neck. I nibbled and licked his ear.

"I love you, Tom," I whispered his ear. "You're my whole life and you mean everything to me, do you know that? I love you so much my heart aches for you, baby. Do you know how much I love you?"

He nodded his head and a single tear ran from his eye over his nose and onto the bed.

"I love to hear you tell me you love me, Lucas. I need to hear it every day, all the time," he choked out.

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Not as much as I love you," he laughed softly.

I rolled off him and began to slap his ass again, harder and harder, as he laughed louder.

"Ouch, ouch! That's starting to hurt, Lucas," he giggled. "You trying to hurt your man?"

"Yes," I joked. "I told you I'd whip your ass if you said that again."

"Not as much as I love you, not as much as I love you, not as much as I love you," he chanted between laughs.

I turned him over and shut him up with my mouth on his, kissing him hard. He put his arms around my back, pulling me to him, melding our bodies together.

We held each other tight until we slept. I awoke around three in the afternoon with Tom sleeping peacefully in my arms. I held him tenderly for about a half hour until I knew he had to be wakened to get ready to go to dinner with his family. I kissed his closed eyes and he began to stir.

"It's time to wake up, baby," I whispered. "We need to get ready for dinner with your folks."

"Do we have to?" he groaned. "I want to sleep with you holding me."

"Yes, we have to, Tom," I laughed. "Get your sweet ass up."

I sat up in the bed and Tom put his head in my lap. Before I knew what had happened he had my cock in his mouth, sucking it, kissing it, licking the head.

"Tom," I moaned. "We've got to get ready..."

"Not until I eat your cum," he said softly between sucks.

His deep voice intensified the feeling of his sucking my cock and he knew it. Suddenly he began to hum, deep sound that vibrated around my penis. He took my balls in his hand and rolled them gently in his fingers. He pushed me back onto the bed and then he stopped sucking my cock. 

He pushed my legs up and his tongue licked my ass crevice, his teeth chewed on the hair there, and his kisses burned into my flesh. He ate my ass out for what seemed like forever and then my body began to shake, my orgasm coming. He kissed upward until he sucked my balls in his mouth.

My cock was leaking precum and at last he sucked it into his mouth. It was all it took for my ejaculations to begin. I shot my hot load into his mouth and he swallowed all of it, none of it escaping his mouth. He buried my cock deep in his throat and I grabbed his head, fucking his mouth.

At last my orgasm ended and Tom covered my body with his. He put his mouth over mine, kissing me, and some of my cum slipped from his mouth to mine. Our tongues swirled in the juices as he kissed me lovingly.

He held me gently, his fingers teasing playing with the hair on my chest and stomach. At last I looked in the eyes and he kissed my nose.

"I know," he sighed. "Now we can get ready. I've eaten your cum."

We sat up.

"Let's go take a shower," Tom said.

"Nothing doing, sexy," I replied. "Not this afternoon, not now. If we take a shower together we'll still be fucking when your family gets here."

"Yeah," he laughed. "You're probably right. You make me crazy when you're naked, all that hair."

He leaned over and sucked my nipple and I laughed.

"Get off, you animal," I joked and pushed him away.

"What?" he pretended to be hurt. "Don't you want my loving?"

"I do, big boy, but I think I can wait until after dinner. I've had your loving for the last three hours. Now get your cute ass in the shower."

"You'll come wash my back, won't you?"

He was persistent, I had to give him that. Tom wanted me to bathe him and he loved to bathe me.

"Okay, we'll bathe each other but no sex," I gave in.

He grinned mischievously and pulled me to the shower. He pushed me under the nozzle and turned the water on.

"Goddamn!" I screamed. "That's fucking cold!"

He laughed and his arms surrounded me.

"I'll keep you warm, my darling."

The water began to warm up and he grabbed the body wash soap and poured it on me.

"That's cold too, you idiot!"

We laughed and joked as we bathed each other. We'd had so many orgasms that we didn't get erections when we washed each other's cocks and probed each other's assholes. I was overcome with love for him as I cleaned his body. I got on my knees to wash his feet and he laughed.

"This is what I expect," he teased. "You on your knees kissing my feet."

We played in the water for about an hour until we were like prunes and I pushed him out of the shower. We dried each other off and then blow dried each other's hair. Tom tried to brush my teeth but we were laughing so much the toothpaste kept running down my chin.

At last we were in the bedroom getting dressed.

'What should I wear?" he asked. "Can I wear your blue silk shirt and a pair of your black pants?"

"You can wear anything of mine you want, just be sure you wear some underwear. I don't want your cock flopping around in those pants so people can see my property."

"Yes, Daddy, I'll wear some underwear. Can I wear your black boxer briefs? Black pants look better with black underwear. Why don't you wear the red cotton shirt and the other pair of black pants?"

"Yeah, the red shirt to match the hickey you put on my neck that I can't hide."

He laughed, a deep rich laugh.

"I want them to know you're mine, Lucas, all mine."

I went to my underwear drawer and took the small jewelry box out.

"Come here, baby."

I took the ring out and put it on his finger.

"I love you, Tom, and I want us to marry. I wanted to wait for a special occasion to give this ring to you and I think tonight is it. The rings will show your family our commitment to each other."

He kissed my lips gently.

"I wondered when you were going to give me the ring," he grinned mischievously. "I found it in the drawer a few days ago when I took some of your underwear."

"I figured you would, you spoiled little boy. You need to bring more of your clothes over here to the apartment. You wear my clothes more than I do. Come here so I can put the ring on."

He held his hand out and I slipped the ring on his finger, kneeling before him.

"With this ring, I thee wed, Tom Braddock."

He pulled me up, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me passionately.

"And I wed thee, Lucas Blake."

He buried his face in my neck and I could feel his tears on my skin. I lifted his face and kissed the tears as they fell. He began to cry softly.

"I don't mean to cry, Lucas, I'm just so happy and I love you so much," he wept.

"It's all right, Tom, it's all right. I discovered the day you brought the puppies to mean that you have a tender and gentle heart, baby. Men cry just like women and you have such a soft heart. I love you all the more for it."

"You don't cry, Lucas. Why is that?"

"I'm not much of a crier, Tom. It doesn't mean I don't feel the same way as you do. My grandparents are from England we were brought up to have a stiff upper lip," I said softly. "You know how cold the English people can seem. It's just how I am but the tears are in my heart.

"I need you to protect me, Lucas, to watch out for me and I'll do the same thing for you."

"That's what commitment is all about, baby."

"I'm going to move all of my clothes and everything in this weekend. If that's okay with you."

He looked uncertain if I was ready for him to move in.

"Of course you can move it all in, Tom. You practically live here anyway and I think everyone knows it. And better yet, you'll be here all the time to help me with these wild puppies."

I think the word puppies called them the same as a whistle. Suddenly Angel and Aramis were in the room, licking our feet while we laughed.

Tom curled his shirtless body into mine and kissed me.

"I love you and I'm so happy today."

"I love you, too, big boy. Now let me help into your clothes or you're never going to get dressed."

We laughed and joked around as we dressed each other, even putting socks on each other's feet.

"Can I wear your black patent leather shoes, Lucas?"

"They're awfully dressy but you can if you want."

"We're the luckiest couple in the world, Lucas. We're the same size and can wear each other's clothes and shoes."

"Yeah, I guess we are but you always seem to be wearing MY clothes."

"You've got better taste in clothes than I do."

"Yeah, I do," I teased. "Your idea of style is a football jersey and blue jeans with athletic shoes."

"So you don't like what I wear?"

He pretended to be hurt.

"You know I do, big boy. There's nothing like the sight of your ass in those tight jeans. I must have jacked off a thousand times thinking about that ass ever since I first saw you."

He dropped his pants and underwear and turned around, slapping his ass.

"You mean this ass?" he laughed.

He slapped his ass.

"You can kiss it if you like," he grinned.

"Really," I teased.

I dropped to my knees and kissed his ass. I pulled his muscled globes apart and licked his hole. Tom moaned.

"Now who's pushing the envelope?" he laughed softly. "Keep that up and you're going to have to fuck me again."

I stuck my tongue in his ass one last time and stood up.

"Okay, let's go feed the dogs and take them outside to pee and do their business," Tom said.

We were playing with the dogs when his family drove up. We had a large cage that we put them in when we were gone and we put them in it as we left. Tom and I got in the backseat of the car with Susan between us grinning at separating us. She pointedly looked at my hickey and snickered.

"I can see you two were busy after we left," she whispered to me.

I blushed and Tom slapped the back of her head playfully.

"Knock it off, Susan," he laughed.

"Knock off WHAT?" Marge asked.

"Oh, it's just Susan being Susan, Mom."

"You two! Susan and Tom have been at it since they were babies. Speaking of which, Tom, you never played with Susan's dolls or did any of that gay stuff. I don't get it."

"Oh, for god's sake, Mom, not all gay people play with dolls and dress in drag!" Tom laughed. "You never did either, did you, Lucas?"

"Never, and neither did my sister. She hated dolls and only wore dresses to church."

"Is she a lesbian, Lucas?" Harrison asked inquisitively.

They were really taking this understanding homosexuality bit to new levels and I was actually touched that they cared enough to show interest and not be homophobic.

"No," I laughed. "My sister is as straight as they come. When we were children she never wanted to wear dresses because Mama wouldn't let her get them dirty. So Sally wore pants or shorts, sometimes those pants that look like skirts."

"Culottes," Marge said.

"Sometimes they're called skorts," Susan offered.

"Whatever they're called my sister liked them. She tried to get away with making them to look like school uniform skirts but the sisters always caught her."

"You went to Catholic school, Lucas? Susan did but the boys all went to public school."

"Yes, ma'am, we all went to Catholic school but we're Episcopalians," I laughed. "Basically the same thing except that we don't recognize the Pope as the head of the church."

"I didn't know you're an Episcopalian, Lucas!" Tom said, surprised. "We are too."

"I doubt you boys have time to talk about religion," Susan giggled and reached over and touched my hickey.

"Susannnnn..." Tom warned her, snickering.

"Now, Susan, leave the boys alone before you stir up a hornet's nest between you and Tom. They're in love."

"You boys seem to have a lot in common," Harrison said. "I understand you have a sister and two brothers too. And you were quarterback of your high school football team until you got injured."

"That's right, Dad," Tom said proudly. "If he hadn't gotten injured I'd have been competing with Lucas to be quarterback. I would've been selected though."

"In your dreams, big boy," I drawled. "I was better than you are on my bad days."

"I doubt it," Tom said playfully. "But now we'll never know, will we?"

"I had a full scholarship to Notre Dame until I got hurt."

"You sack of shit!" Tom yelled at me. "You've never said a goddamn thing to me about a scholarship to Notre Dame!"

"I didn't want to puncture your ego, big boy," I laughed.

"What ELSE haven't you told me, Lucas?"

"Oh, all sorts of things, I can't remember them all right now but I'm know Mama will be sure to tell you all about them when you meet her."

"Like WHAT?"

"Well, I was King of the Homecoming court..."

"So was I," Tom laughed triumphantly.

"Now boys, play nice here. And you're both studying engineering so you've got a lot else in common."

We started to reply about our different fields but we arrived at the restaurant. Tom's family had taken us to an upscale Mexican restaurant and Tom laughed as we drove into the parking lot. 

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Tom's favorite food is Mexican," Susan smiled. "I told Mom and Dad if we're going to do this whole family making up thing right we need to take Tom out to eat Mexican."

I laughed at her and she blushed.

"I mean Tom and you," she apologized.

"I get it, Susan. I wasn't offended, trust me. This really is about healing a family rift."

"And you're a part of this family now, Lucas," Marge said. "Don't forget it. If I snap your head off remember I love you."

They all laughed, leaving me to think about the tempers these four apparently shared. Marge had been quick to talk about Harrison and Tom's tempers but I was quickly figuring out that the woman probably had a fiery one as well. Harrison's teasing comment about his wife wearing the pants of the family was probably not too far off the mark.

We walked into the restaurant and were shown to a booth. The tables were all within half-moon shaped booths and Susan slid in first to be in the center back, then Harrison and Marge slid in one side, Tom and I on the other side, Tom on the outside like his mother. A waiter appeared at once to take our drink order and to drop off chips and salsa. Everyone ordered margaritas except Susan who laughed and said she always had to be the designated driver.

"So tell me, Tom, when did you know you were in love with Lucas?" Susan asked.

We all looked at him, awaiting this revelation, me most of all.

Tom grinned at me.

"I was in love with Lucas when I met him at freshman orientation but he didn't even notice me although I acted like a fool trying to get his attention."

"I did notice you!" I said defensively. "How could I not with you holding court with all the girls who were after the quarterback?"

Tom laughed.

"I'd see him almost every day in the engineering building and sometimes other places. Then I had a problem with the engineering math in a couple of classes from being distracted by everything else and I asked Lucas to tutor me."




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 08



"You said that was a ruse, didn't you?" Marge asked.

"The need for a tutor wasn't really. I wanted all A's and that wasn't going to happen without some help and I knew Lucas is the best."

"Yes," Susan said. "Tom says you're the superstar of the engineering AND the math departments."

I blushed. Tom hit me on the shoulder and laughed.

"Get red in the face all you want, baby, it's the truth and everyone knows it."

"So get back to the love part," Marge pressed, anxious and smiling.

"The clincher was the first time I went to his apartment for a tutoring session. He informed me in no uncertain terms that he wanted cash up front for every session and no checks. He said he didn't trust athletes because they'd cheated him before."

Tom burst out laughing.

"I wanted to throw him on the floor and ravish him right there. And that's when knew I was really in love with Lucas Blake."

"And you made me wait all that time before you made a move?"

Tom grinned and put his arm around me.

"I couldn't give in too soon, now could I?"

"The rings!" Susan shrieked. "You've both got the same rings! Are those your engagement rings? Let me see!"

No one had noticed before her and then Marge and Harrison both wanted to see them. Susan grabbed my hand and pulled it close to look at the ring.

"It's beautiful, Lucas," she said softly. "Did you pick them out together?"

"No," I smiled. "Tom picked them out. He got mine first and then I got his a few days later."

"I'd already had the inscriptions put on them though. I just didn't want to buy my own in case Lucas didn't like his. Anyway, I wanted him to get it for me."

The waiter arrived to take our order and broke up the conversation. We got three sampler platters with some of all of the entrees on them. Plus, Tom got tacos and I got beef enchiladas. The others all got taco salads to go with the platters.

"We've got enough food for an army here," Marge said dryly, "but you boys can take home what's left. That way Lucas won't have to cook tomorrow."

"Thanks," I laughed.

"You all act like I can't cook anything! I DO help out and cook some things! Tell them, Lucas."

"Yes, you do, baby," I said patronizingly.

I patted his arm and they all laughed.

"Don't worry, Tom, we all know you try," Susan said sweetly. "It's just that not everyone has the gift of cooking. You try your best. You can't help it if you leave ingredients out. Or put too much."

"When Tom was a teenager I asked him to help with dinner," Marge grinned. "The instructions for the chess pie were right there on the table."

"Mommmmm..." Tom groaned and they all laughed.

"The recipe called for two tablespoons of sugar and Tom put in two cups."

I started laughing and Tom hit my shoulder teasingly. Apparently this was a favorite Braddock story. 

"Oh, it smelled WONDERFUL while it was baking," Susan laughed.

"But when it cooled and we started to eat it after dinner we needed dynamite to get it out of the pie plate."

"The sugar had turned the pie into rock candy," Marge laughed. "Tom insisted we could eat it and we chiseled it out of the plate with forks."

"I'm sure Tom's better than that now," I smiled. "Actually I don't mind cooking because I cook like my family and I prefer it to always eating in the student cafeteria or somewhere else. I don't like to cook every day but home cooking is good a few times a week."

"And I help out. Tell, 'em, Lucas."

"He does, he really does. He's worked really hard to learn how to fix the things I cook."

"Particularly the pot roast, Mom. He makes the best pot roast you've ever..."

Tom blushed and stopped. Marge and Harrison both laughed.

"Let me give you a little piece of advice, son," Harrison laughed. "Never, NEVER make a comparison between your mother and your wife...I mean husband in your case. Particularly about cooking."

"Harrison and I had a fight a couple of weeks after we married and he told me that I couldn't cook anything like his mother."

Harrison covered his face with his hands.

"What a disaster. Thirty years and she's never let me forget it."

"I cried for days and days, certain that I couldn't cook even though my mother taught me. I finally called Harrison's mother crying and asked for her recipes. Barbara came over that night and jerked a knot in Harrison and told him she'd never feed him again unless he apologized to his wife."

"Obviously it worked out okay," I chuckled.

"It did, Lucas. Barbara not only came over a lot to help me but when we'd go over to their house she'd let me cook and she'd supervise. Barbara was a fantastic cook and I learned a lot from her. Harrison was in the dog house for a while though," she laughed.

"So what am I supposed to say here?" Tom asked innocently. "I love your cooking, Mom, and you know it but I love Lucas' cooking too. He's a great cook."

I patted his arm lovingly.

"I think that's ALL you have to say, Tom."

"Lucas is right, Tom. I'm not jealous that Lucas is a good cook. I'm just glad my boy is getting some good home cooking in this god forsaken cold country."

"It's not cold right now, Mom. It's March."

"It may not be cold to you but it is to me."

"Lucas, we never heard how you knew YOU were in love with Tom," Susan said.

"That's easy. I think I loved Tom from the first day, the blustering pompous ass."

"HEY!" Tom yelled.

Other diners looked over at us.

"I fantasized about him for two years and followed him with my eyes every time I saw him. Then I started tutoring him and our relationship grew. But the clincher..."

"Yes?" Tom arched his eyebrows.

"The clincher, Susan, was the evening he brought the puppies over. He looked like he was about to cry if I didn't want to take the dogs and I looked at him and with those eyes it was like he was a big puppy himself. He took my heart with those puppies and he'll have it forever. Everyone sees Tom as a big tough guy, a football player, an athlete, but I see a man with a gentle tender heart that I love more than life itself."

Tom put his arm around me and gently kissed my lips in front of God and everyone in the restaurant.

"Do you see why I love him so much?"

At that very moment two football players, Hank Rydell and Larry McEvers, walked up. Tom still had his arm around me and we all knew they'd seen him kiss me.

"Well, it's about damn time, 'scuse me, ma'am, it's about time."

Tom blushed and I thought here's the final test.

"Hey, guys," Tom said defiantly. "I guess you know now."

"Oh, we knew a long time ago," Hank laughed. "We were just beginning to wonder if YOU knew."

"What?" Tom asked, confused.

"C'mon, Tom," Larry grinned. "You've been acting like a love sick puppy around Lucas for months now. Lucas is cool and we were wondering if it was just you in love with him. Then we went over to the apartment to see the puppies and we knew."

Tom swallowed hard.

"Who else knows?"

"Oh, I don't know," Hank said. "A few of us have wondered, what with you spending the night at his apartment a lot but now that football season is over I don't think the whole team knows. I doubt the coaches know. I don't know, guys. You can't be planning to keep it secret with the two of you kissing in front of everyone in Consuelo's Restaurant."

Everyone was looking at Tom and me, waiting for an answer.

"Why don't you guys pull up a couple of chairs?" Tom asked nervously.

When they had sat down Tom took a deep breath.

"When I was fourteen there was a guy in my high school named Ray Gray. Everyone called him gay Ray Gray, all the time. One day a guy on the football team tricked Ray into sucking his d..."

Tom looked at his parents, embarrassed at his choice of words.

"We're not prudes," Marge said softly. "I remember what happened to Ray. Go ahead, Tom."

"Anyway, Ricky Lee tricked Ray to uh...uh...you know while they were in the bathroom at lunch. They were in a stall and Ray didn't know that Ricky had set it up with some of the guys to be there. When it was over Ricky opened the stall door while Ray was still on his knees and everyone laughed. Ray left school immediately and went home. He took his father's 38 and blew his head off."

Tom swallowed hard and there was a dead silence at the table. I looked over and there were tears in Marge's eyes. I took Tom's hand and squeezed it.

"I knew then that being gay was not for me. I laughed at jokes about homos, queers, fags, the whole bit. I never actually did anything to any gays but I never spoke up for them and I'm so sorry now. Then I met Lucas and I fell in love and I knew I couldn't hide it anymore."

Tom spoke quietly, his voice filled with emotion.

"It was a terrible thing, Tom," Larry said, "and I think a lot of people have been guilty of that kind of behavior but I just want you to know one thing. My brother Gary is gay and I love him. You'll never get anything but support from me." 

"Everyone says you're the best quarterback this university has had since Lucas' father. You might get some shit from the gay bashing crowd, Tom, but I don't think anyone's ready to see you kicked of our team," Hank said. "I'll stand behind you and I know a lot of people who will."

"Some may not want to take a shower with you anymore but you can live without seeing their mangy asses," Larry laughed.

"Karma's a bitch," Tom sighed. "I'm going to catch some hell and I know it but every time someone calls me a faggot I'm going to remember Ray Gray. I'll just have to man up and take it."

"You'll make it, son," Harrison said. "I have faith in you, we all do."

"I wonder how long before it gets out all over the campus," Tom groaned.

"Uh, by ten in the morning I'd imagine," Hank laughed. "Get ready, Tom. Julia Harris was at the table behind us and she caught it all too. I just saw her leaving, looking over here at us. She'll spend the whole night on the phone."

Tom put his head in his hands in mock horror.

"I'll be ready tomorrow, guys."

Hank and Larry left and then we finished our dinner in much better spirits than I'd expected. I knew Tom wanted to reassure his family that he was okay and everything would be alright. They dropped us off at the apartment and left for their hotel. The Braddocks were planning to stay until the weekend, two days away, and leave on a Sunday flight.

As soon as we walked into the apartment I put the leftovers in the refrigerator while Tom took the puppies outside to do their business and then we played with them. Tom was tense and I felt as he were about to explode. I couldn't talk to him, I didn't know what to say. Tom was quiet and I could feel his emotions tearing him up inside. 

"You can't imagine what this is like for me," Tom sighed, looking forlorn. "Tomorrow will be pure hell for me."

"Oh, I think I can imagine it, Tom. I've lived my life at this university as a campus lover boy going from girl to girl. People call me He-Man because I'm supposed to be so tough, so always in control. Tomorrow He-Man will become just another faggot to a lot of people."

Tom just looked at me, surprised.

"You're not the ONLY one who has to face tomorrow, Tom Braddock. When Hank and Larry saw us tonight, when JULIA HARRIS saw us tonight, my life as I've known it the entire time I've been on this campus ended; hell, as I've known it my entire life! I don't think now's the time for you to feel sorry for yourself and forget what I'M about to go through."

I suddenly realized that unconsciously my voice was hard as steel. Tom looked stunned and I couldn't believe what I'd just said to him, what I'd just done to our relationship.

Tom almost raced to me to take me in his arms. I tried to stop him, to not let him touch me but his strength was too much for me. To have kept him away from me would have meant a physical fight. He forced my head to his neck and I fought hard to control my feelings.

"I'm so, so sorry, Lucas. Please, please forgive me. PLEASE. I'm such a goddamn horse's ass, a total asshole and I'm so sorry."

I could feel his chest heaving with emotion. His hand held my head and stroked my hair.

"I'm so sorry, my darling. Of course tomorrow will be hard and I'll..."

"DON'T!"

I was about to cry and I hadn't cried since I was a little boy. I didn't even cry on the football field that fateful night when I was in such pain and I knew my football career was over. And I was NOT about to cry in his arms.

"It'll be okay," he whispered as he kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry I'm such a fucking moron, baby. I don't know why you love an idiot like me."

His voice cracked with emotion. I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me. I stayed in his arms until I kissed his neck. He relaxed when I licked his skin.

"You forgive me?" he asked hoarsely.

"There's nothing to forgive, Tom. We're bound together for life now, for better or worse. And in the words of that sappy ass movie, love means never having to say you're sorry."

Tom laughed softly.

"I never saw that movie, sweetheart. You know I only like shoot 'em up bang bang movies."

Tom released me from his hold and kissed my lips tenderly.

"I love you, Lucas Blake, and I don't care what happens tomorrow; I'll keep thinking of you. And if anyone calls you a faggot I'll beat the shit out them."

"I'm afraid you'll probably have a long line to fight, big boy. Don't go picking that many fights for me."

"I'll do anything for you, Lucas. I'd lay down my life for you."

He was holding my hands and I lifted them to my lips, kissing each of his hands

"I'm flying home to Atlanta to face my folks this weekend. I'm sorry your family won't be leaving until Sunday but I need to see my family before half the fucking alumni calls Daddy. He deserves better than that, my whole family does."

"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not. Your family is here and you're going to stay here with them."

"NO, I'M NOT. They can fly home a couple of days early. I'm going with you."

I sighed.

"No, Tom, I need to do this myself."

Tom grabbed my face and held it tight.

"I.AM.GOING.WITH.YOU.AND.THAT.IS.FUCKING.FINAL., LUCAS. You don't have a say in this without me."

I started to speak and he put his hand over my mouth.

"Shut up. I love you and I'm your husband. You were at my side when my parents walked through that goddamn front door. Shit, you took 'em on first while deserted you. I'll be there when you talk to your parents, my news, and if your Daddy wants to hit somebody he can hit me."

I tried to talk but he wouldn't take his hand from my mouth.

"I'll take my hand off your mouth when you nod your head that you're going to say yes to me."

Part of me wanted to hit him in anger but more of me wanted to hug him to me, to love him for standing up to me. I guess one reason I love him so much was that he never backed down to me; that he was always ready to fight for what he believed in. Even if a few tears were shed by him in the bargain.

I nodded my head and he took his hand from my mouth and released me.

"You promise me that I'm going with you, that you're not going to pull some stunt and leave me behind."

"Yes, I'll take you. You need to be prepared though. Your family isn't the only one with tempers. Everything could go okay or then again, everything could go to shit in the bat of an eyelash."

"I'll be there holding your hand and holding your head up high."

I was tired, exhausted, and it showed. Tom took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We undressed each other and got into bed naked.

For the first time Tom curled himself around me, holding me protectively, being the man for me. He held me in the dark, his face on the back of my neck, his lips kissing my skin occasionally, as if he was reassuring me. For the first time we'd gone to bed he didn't have an erection, he didn't want sex. I needed for him to make love to me but I was afraid to ask, afraid to upset the fragile balance of emotions.

"It'll be okay," he whispered. "I'll protect you, Lucas. I'll always protect you."

I kissed his arm that surrounded me.

"Well, it's out now," he said softly. "There's no going back."

"Are you sorry, Tom?"

"No," he said as he kissed my shoulder. "It had to happen and I don't care, baby. I'm just scared."

I lay in the safety of his arms until I fell asleep. I awoke in the middle of the night when I felt him moving. I realized he was crying and I felt his hot tears on my back. I started to turn to hold him and he held me tight in his arms.

"NO, tonight I'm protecting YOU. You stay in MY arms."

His voice cracked. I kissed his hand.

"Have you slept at all, Tom? Tomorrow will be a hell of a day and that's just the classes."

I tried to make a joke and it fell flat.

Tom held me even tighter and I let him weep silently.

"Shhhh, big guy, I'll be right beside you."

"I'm so sorry, Lucas. I always seem to cry and act like a big baby with you. I'm so sorry," he wept. "It's just that I'm so scared."

I wanted to hold him but he held me tight.

"Tom, I love you all the more because you trust me enough to cry in front of me, to show your all of your true emotions. I'd rather have you cry than bottle it all up because you were afraid of what I'd think. You can cry with me anytime you feel like it."

"I feel like crying a lot right now," he laughed softly through his tears.

"Then let it out, baby, let it all out."

"How many of friends won't be my friends tomorrow?"

His body shook with his silent weeping.

"I'm just so scared to find out."

"I'll be here, Tom, I'll always be here for you."

Eventually I heard his gentle even breathing and I hoped he was sleeping.

I didn't sleep anymore that night. As I lay naked in Tom's arms I contemplated the bare coldness of this day and how to help him deal with the rejections that I knew were coming. I knew in my heart that I could deal with whatever came for me but I worried about the man I loved.

In the coming day he would be faced with the end of his lifelong dreams as he knew them, all because of a new love of only a few months, me. He might make it to the NFL. He might become a star quarterback on a professional team but nothing would ever be the same again. The first openly gay quarterback. Tom was scared. I was terrified.



The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 09



The light flooded the room and the covers were pulled off me, leaving me naked and exposed to the coolness of the morning.

"What time is it?" I moaned.

The last thing I remembered was Tom crying himself to sleep and me lying there in a state of semi-terror, dreading the morning which apparently had arrived.

"Get your lazy ass out of bed," Tom teased.

He grabbed my foot and kissed it, then began to tickle it. I tried to get it away from him but I couldn't. I looked at his naked body as he played with me, his limp cock swinging, perfection itself, Adonis reborn. No one should be that fucking perfect, I groused to myself.

"It's time for you to get up and get a shower. We need to eat and get to class on time."

"What's got you so bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning?" I grumbled. "The last I heard from you was that today's going to be hell on earth."

"Oh, well," he laughed. "Like that old man said, 'Cowards die a thousand deaths, heroes die only once' or some such bullshit. If they're going to kill me today I'll be looking them in their eyes when they do it."

I grabbed my head and moaned.

"I think I got maybe two hours sleep last night. And now I've got to listen to quotes from history. Go away and let me sleep."

I put the pillow over my head; Tom snatched it away and threw it on the floor. He slapped my ass hard.

"Get up before I have to spank you, Lucas," he laughed. "NOW!"

I sat up and took his hand. He pulled me up and led me to the bathroom.

"Pee, do whatever, shave, I'll be back as soon as I get a pot of coffee going."

He pulled my electric shaver from the drawer and set it on the counter.

"Get busy, handsome. You look like hell."

I shaved and used the toilet, grumbling to myself the entire time.

I dreaded this day, D-Day for us, a day that would possibly live in infamy for us, maybe Waterloo too. I felt like shit, my muscles ached, I was emotionally drained from the stress of meeting his family, and then there was TODAY. Plus, my head felt like I'd butted it into a brick wall.

I could hear Tom making a racket in the kitchen getting the coffee maker going and he was whistling 'Stars and Stripes Forever'. What the hell.

I turned the shower on and tested the water before stepping in. The water flowing over my body invigorated me, erasing the muscle ache from the tension of yesterday. I basked in the peace of the shower until I heard the buzz of Tom's razor as he shaved and then he peed in the toilet. He flushed it and the water temp changed.

"TOM! I thought we agreed no flushing the toilet while one of us is showering!"

I heard him giggling like a fool and I wanted to hit him. I was letting the water flow over my face when I felt the cool air as the shower door opened.

"You're so cheery that I thought you'd already had your shower this morning," I said darkly.

He moved up behind me and I felt his cock hanging between my buttocks. He put his hands on my waist and kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck.

"Someone's really grumpy this morning, isn't he? You're usually so cheerful and bright."

"Yeah, I usually get more than two hours sleep after a stressful day."

"C'mon, baby, I love you and it's gonna be a perfect day."

"Have you been smoking pot or something?"

"I don't do drugs, you know that. I've got just the thing to brighten up your morning."

Tom grabbed the body wash and a washcloth and began to wash my back. He gently stroked me in a sensuous way, caressing me down to my ass. Then I felt his soapy finger as he pulled it through my crevice before sliding it deep into my asshole. First one, then two fingers scissoring back and forth. I moaned and I felt his lips on my ass.

"Feeling better, He-Man?" he laughed softly.

Then he pulled the washcloth down my legs. He lifted each foot and cleaned it, taking care to wash between each toe. My cock was beyond hard.

Suddenly Tom's face was kissing my ass cheeks again and gently pulling the hairs with his teeth. Then he pushed the cheeks apart and his tongue was on my hole, pushing and probing. I stood on my toes and spread my legs to give him better entry.

"Eat my ass, Tom, unnhhhh, don't stop..."

"Ummm, hmmm," he hummed.

He brushed his tongue back and forth, kissing, sucking, lapping at my hole. I whimpered and moaned as he gave me the best rim job I'd ever had. He was humming and deep breathing, blowing his hot breath into my asshole.

I almost came at that moment.

"Oh, god, Tom, don't stop, don't stop, I'm gonna cum."

I felt him reach behind him I knew he was getting lube. In the next second I felt it squirting in my asshole. He stood and I felt his cock press between my buttocks. He nibbled on my earlobe. He reached his hand around and grasped my aching cock.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered. "I've been wanting to do this since last night. I love you."

I felt the head of his cock enter me and I trembled.

"The water running over your body, over your shoulders and down your back is so sexy," he said softly. "I want to drink it off you."

I felt him licking me, then he sucked water from the hair on my head.

Suddenly he pushed his cock into me, hard, and my body quivered, complete with him inside me.

"Your ass is so magnificent, Lucas, so perfect. I wish you could see my cock going in and out of your hole. It's...it's...GLORIOUS!"

I laughed quietly.

"Yeah, it kinda feels glorious too."

"You're so beautiful when you're naked and wet."

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

He pulled his cock out of me instantly and turned me around. He knelt before me and kissed the head of my cock, licking the slit.

"Shoot it my face, Lucas. Watch your cum shoot in my face."

I exploded so hard my balls ached. The power behind the first blasts startled him. White ropes of my thick cum covered his face and splashed onto his tongue. He swallowed it and used his fingers to capture the cum on his face to eat. I trembled as my orgasm ended and my knees were weak.

"Not yet, baby," he whispered.

He turned me around again and entered me in one quick thrust, pounding into me hard. He put his hands on my shoulders, pulled me back into him, and my head rested on his shoulder. His lips covered my neck with his kisses and bites. 

"I'm gonna cum!" he grunted.

His cock drove into me like a pile driver, pulling all the way out and then slamming all the way back in again. Then his orgasm took over his body. His face collapsed onto my neck and his arms squeezed me tight to him. He made one last thrust to bury himself as deep as possible inside me and the throbbing began, the pulsating of his cum as it shot hot into me.

Tom slid down to the floor, his arms wrapped around my legs, totally exhausted. He leaned over and kissed the tops of my feet. Then he was at my asshole, sucking his cum out. He stood and fed me his cum from my asshole with his kiss.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispered. "Your hairy body makes me crazy."

As usual, our bodies were like prunes when I finally pulled him from the shower. We slowly dried each other and then dressed each other for the day's classes, for the onslaught. He surprised me and instead of a jersey, he wore one of my white button down shirts with a pair of blue jeans and my black belted harness boots. I wore a blue cotton denim shirt with jeans and my dark brown harness boots matching Tom's.

I gave Tom the spare set of keys to my black Ford F-150.

"You drive today. Use it to go the athletic building and you can pick me up at the library at four. Call my cell or text me if anything changes."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure. For all intents and purposes we're married and we'll ride in together today."

"I'll give you my spare set to my Silverado as soon as I move my stuff in the apartment. They're in my footlocker under my dorm bed."

As we went into the kitchen Tom turned the coffee maker off.

"Forget this coffee, let's go," he said.

"What about..."

"I've already taken care of the puppies. C'mon, let's get out of here. We're going to have coffee and a donut in the Student Center this morning. Might as well face the music."

Tom picked up my books as well as his own and I was touched by his subtle possessiveness. The boyfriend carrying his girlfriend's books to school. Or in our case, his boyfriend's books. He took my hand and walked me to the truck. He walked me around to the passenger side and opened the door.

"You don't have to walk me to the truck door and open it. And you don't have to carry my books for me."

"TODAY I do. Today is all about my manhood. Not that your manhood isn't important. You can carry the books tomorrow and drive the truck," he grinned.

We pulled into the parking lot of the Student Center and got out of the truck. We had forty five minutes until class. Most people didn't even look at us although I caught a few outright stares. A couple of people waved and said good morning, much as on every early morning. No one said anything malicious or sneered and I was relieved. Not as relieved as Tom was.

We walked through the line and got our coffee and donuts. I was a bit aggravated when Tom paid for both of ours but it was sweet too. He was establishing his position in our relationship and telling the cashier, telling everyone watching, that we were together and I belonged to him. 

Tom never bowed his head, never showed any embarrassment, he acted as if everything was normal. Friends spoke to us, most acted as if there was no change, and only a few seemed uncomfortable. It was in the lounge that I saw the first negative looks, a few sneering faces that were antagonistic. 

Some surprised me and re-emphasized the fact that you don't always know who's homophobic. Tom ignored them, acted as if they were not even there, and I prayed that none of them would start calling out vulgarities. We sat at a table overlooking the green and I couldn't help but wonder if people would stop by. 

Suddenly I was hit in the head by a biscuit. I turned and a guy I didn't recognize sneered at me.

"You got something to say about it, faggot?"

Tom started to stand in anger.

"Sit your ass down," I said coldly. "I can fight my own goddamn battles."

The entire lounge was watching silently. I picked up the biscuit and walked threateningly over to the guy. He was belligerent but I could smell the fear on him. A six five muscled man coming at you is intimidating to everyone but fools.

"What faggot? You drop your biscuit?"

"No, you threw it at me and I'm returning to you."

I stood over him and crumbled it in his hair. He sprung to his feet and threw a punch. I used a simple karate move where I grabbed his fist and bent it back over his wrist, an incredibly painful move that if carried out fully results in a broken hand and wrist. He was on his knees, sweating, trying not to beg.

"If you ever call me a faggot again, if you ever assault me again, I'll break your goddamn legs, you redneck piece of shit. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"

He fought not to reply and I applied more pressure. He collapsed to the floor, screaming and peeing his pants, but saying 'yes' over and over. I turned to look across the room to all of the people in the lounge. The people in the cafeteria line, the servers, everyone in the room seemed paralyzed in the moment.

"Anyone else got a problem with me, with us?"

I looked at Tom and saw a mixture of emotions, embarrassment and pride, devastation at this rejection, and fear. Suddenly the majority of the students in the lounge stood up and clapped, many cheered.

I looked at Tom's face and there was a smile of both relief and humiliation. I walked back over and sat down at our table, picked up my coffee, and drank as if nothing had happened.

"You fucking faggots!" the redneck screamed as he and the group at his table stormed out.

"Get out and stay out!" several people yelled at them.

Tom and I looked at each other, knowing this was the first rejection and we'd crossed the hurdle, bruised egos and all. You could have heard a pin drop.

"I haven't told you how handsome you look today, Tom."

I think everyone in the room must have heard what I said to him. Then there was laughter and it was supportive, none of it ugly.

"Yeah, you're one good looking dude, Tom. I can see why Lucas had to have you," someone yelled out playfully.

The room returned to normal in short order. Tom and I breathed a sigh of relief but I could see the hurt in his eyes.

"I appreciate you letting me handle that."

"It's a good thing you did," Tom snorted. "I would've smashed his face to a bloody pulp on the floor."

"I know you would've," I laughed. "I was trying to avoid the police arresting us."

I didn't say it but I was surprised the campus police hadn't already shown up. The entire incident had happened in less than five minutes and it was over so I guess no one had called them.

"As I was saying, you're the most handsome man in this room today."

"It's all due to your clothes," he grinned. "I love these boots. I can't believe I've never worn them before and I noticed you're wearing the brown pair. I feel like a cowboy in them."

"Yeah, I know. I love these boots and we'll have to go buy you some since you like them."

"What?" he laughed. "Are you saying I can't wear yours?"

"We'll have to get you some. I wear 'em a lot and I'm not going to be fighting with you over my boots."

"And what are we talking about here?" Louisa asked. "Sounds like an argument about boots. Speaking of which, aren't you wearing Lucas' clothes today?"

She'd stopped by the table to talk with us.

"Don't tell anyone," Tom whispered playfully.

"You two seem in good spirits this morning. I'd be sweating like a pig if I were in your shoes. Particularly after all THAT shit."

"Oh well, we're sort of taking it one day at a time. Where's Anne Marie?"

"She's got lab this morning so she left early to set up. Did I notice Tom driving your truck this morning, Lucas?"

"Yeah, you did. No point in driving in separately unless we've got a reason."

"I admire your guts."

After Louisa stopped by, Tom's crowd began to gather around and it was like always. He was the campus' star athlete holding royal court. We both acted as if nothing had happened but with that unique symbiosis of lovers we both knew that where there was one belligerent bigot there were more.

There was almost no acknowledgement of the change in my status in my classes, all always hard and busy from beginning to end. A few girls joked with me about being off the market for them now but there was nothing negative said in my presence. 

I met Tom on the green at break. He was walking to an outside seat under a tree as I came up. He'd gotten each of us a Coke and we sat down. Alone together I could see the injury to Tom's ego. He just wasn't the same cavalier person that he'd been a week ago.

"How did it your first two classes go, Tom?"

"Not bad. After what happened this morning I was expecting more but honestly, Lucas, I think a lot of people are scared of you," he laughed. "And they must think if they mess with me they'll have to take you on."

He laughed but I could hear the bitterness.

"We both knew this could happen and there'll be more. We've both heard homophobic taunts all our lives."

"I just never thought it would happened to me," he said miserably.

"Tom, I'm so sorry. I can't help but feel this is all my fault. I'm the reason all this has happened to you.

I, too, was miserable, knowing all too well it had only just begun.

"You shut that shit up," he ordered harshly. "I'm not going to listen to you taking the blame for any of this! I'm a grown man and I made my own choices. You wanted to stay in the closet and I didn't. So you shut up any talk about it being your fault."

"I just feel so bad for you."

He slapped my leg hard.

"I'm telling you to shut that shit the fuck up! The only thing you're at fault for is being so wonderful that you made me fall in love with you," he grinned. "And that's not a bad thing. Except you make me crazy every time I see you and I can't think straight."

"Oh, really?" I laughed softly. "You do a pretty good job at distracting me too."

I looked up to see several people looking at us, trying to make it appear they weren't staring. I wondered if Tom's slapping my leg would soon become a part of campus gossip.

"Well, we've got one more class before lunch and I'm telling you, Tom, I'd almost rather go off campus to the Burger King or something."

"No fucking way, Lucas. We're eating in the campus cafeteria just like we usually do. I am NOT fucking running away from these goddamn rednecks, I don't care how fucking ugly it gets. If we back down they win and most of our friends are standing with us."

"Okay," I sighed. "I just hope we don't end up with some of them vandalizing the trucks or the apartment."

My comment startled him. Our break was over and we had to go on to the next class.

"I wish I could kiss you right here," he said softly. "If you were a girl I could give you a quick kiss and no one would care."

"A lot of people don't like public displays of affection by anyone and most definitely not from homosexuals so it's not going to happen," I warned, chuckling. "You'll just have to save those kisses for when we get home. Now let's get to class before we're late."

I never told Tom that I'd let him drive my F-150 because if there was going to be any vandalism on the first day I knew I could handle it happening to my truck better than he could have to his own. If I had to, I could easily buy a new one but Tom's Silverado was a major investment not to mention a source of pride for him.

When we walked into the cafeteria at lunch there were a few stares but on the whole it was like any other day. We went through the line, laughing and joking around as always and went over to a table. We'd barely sat down before Hank Rydell and Larry McEvers sat down.

"Count yourselves lucky that we've decided to sit with a couple of social pariahs," Hank joked. "I'm in need of a couple of good actions before I go to confession Saturday."

"You're not even a Catholic, Hank!" Tom laughed. "Who are you confessing to?"

We all laughed with Tom.

"Seriously, guys that was some scary shit you pulled this morning, Lucas. You made Tommy Brewer piss his pants? He's one bad ass enemy to have."

"Is that his name, Hank?" I asked. "I've seen him around campus, usually in the Student Center, but I've never met him."

"He's a total asshole," Larry said. "And he's a lousy student. He's one of those that want to be a physical therapist but will be lucky if he can do well enough to teach P.E. in a high school. He's been on academic probation so many times I'm surprised he's still here."

"How is it that you know him so well?" Tom asked. "I've seen him around the athletic center a lot but I don't know shit about him."

"That's because you're a big superstar, stud, and you don't see the little people," Hank teased.

"Well, if this morning is an example of what to expect from him it's not good," I said, worried.

"I talked to Coach Wolfe about it this morning at break time. Wolfe can't stand the bastard or any of the other losers he hangs around with. He told me that he's going to read the riot act to Brewer and make it clear to him that if he hears of one more incident from him he's going to get him kicked out of the university."

"Really?" Tom asked.

"Really. I don't guess you've heard that Louisa has reported this to administration as a hate attack."

"WHAT?!" Tom whispered loudly.

"Yep, she told me that if they get away with it once it'll never end. You know she's active in all those student activist organizations and plans to be a lawyer, don't you? I'm sure you'll be getting a summons to admin for an interview. Several people who witnessed this morning have already been in."




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 09



"I can't believe this," I moaned.

"Believe it," Larry spoke up. "Do you guys know who Dr. Riley is?"

Tom and I didn't recognize the name.

"She's a professor in the Social Work program. She and a couple of other professors were in line this morning when that whole thing went down and they made a beeline to the president's office. From what I hear," Larry whispered, "Riley is concerned about the potential for campus violence not just by Brewer and his gang but by you, Lucas."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. It's obvious that you don't back down to anything and everybody knows these gay bashers are everywhere."

"So what is she saying? It sounds suspiciously like that gays are just supposed to take the shit."

"You know how these social worker types are. They want to MEDIATE everything."

"Well, she can MEDITATE on this. If anybody assaults me or Tom, and that includes throwing shit at us, then they can plan to get their asses kicked."

"I hear you, dude," Hank said, "but you need to be careful that you aren't walking around with a big chip on your shoulder, daring people to knock it off. Admin basically has a no violence stance, Lucas, and you could find your own ass in hot water."

I could see this whole out of the closet business was going to be much more difficult than I'd thought. I was beginning to see the shit that gays have to put up with every day. We finished lunch on a lighter note with a lot of laughter but I knew Tom was disturbed.

At four, Tom drove up in the truck to pick me up at the library dressed in his baseball uniform. The bed of the truck had several boxes in it.

"How did the rest of your day go? Was everything okay at the athletic center?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said.

I knew he was lying.

"And baseball practice?"

"Better. I'm always good at bat and I'm a great at first base. I actually had a choice between football and baseball scholarships but I chose football because I like it better. Now I wonder..."

"Why are you still dressed in your baseball uniform?"

"I thought it might turn you on," he grinned.

"It does," I laughed.

But I knew he was lying. Someone had made some comment about him dressing out or showering with the other guys. I knew him well enough to know he'd pretended not to hear it and now he was in his sweaty uniform, teasing me.

"So everything went okay?" I pressed.

"I think everything went okay. Some of the guys at baseball practice teased me but nothing nasty. Spring baseball practice has a different dynamic than football. We might make it through this thing after all, Lucas."

"Is this all your stuff from the dorm in the back of the truck?"

"Oh yeah, I'd almost forgotten about that. The guys at the dorm helped me move my stuff out of my room. There were a lot of jokes about me finally getting my junk out of my room since I'm never there."

"Too bad some of those guys were not so helpful that they'd help us move all of this into the apartment."

"I'll do it if you don't want to help."

He was playing the poor pitiful boy act and I punched his shoulder.

"How did your day go, Lucas?"

"On the whole it went well, I think a few people aren't quite sure how to treat me, but it'll pass."

We moved Tom in the apartment and he was excited, but not as excited as Angel and Aramis. The puppies wanted to be in everything and insisted on commandeering a couple of the moving boxes.

He'd teased me about being turned on by the uniform but we didn't follow up on it sexually. He was tired and downbeat so he took a long shower alone. He came out and watched television in his underwear, playing with the puppies. I knew from his eyes that he'd been crying in the shower and I wanted to kill someone for hurting him.

The next day went better and there no overt incidents but we both knew things had changed and would never be the same again. Tom was a man and he was standing tall but I knew he was hurting inside, a hurt he wasn't sharing with me. I felt, no, I KNEW, he was keeping it to himself because he knew that I blamed myself for all of this.

At the same time I was not unconscious of the fact that Tom had outed us without asking me about it and he bore more responsibility for our situation that I did. Still, for some unknown reason I could not shake the feeling that it was mostly my fault. He always said I made him crazy and maybe I did.

I called and bought plane tickets for Atlanta and Tom made arrangements with Anne Marie and Louisa to feed the puppies while we were gone. All of this was done before I'd made my call home to announce my visit that weekend. Mama answered the phone and was pleased to hear we were coming but from the tone in her voice I knew someone had already called them. 

I could hear Mama's disapproval in her voice. I didn't want Tom to go home with me but it would have killed him not to go. The problem was that I knew that the visit with my family was never going to go as smoothly as it had with Tom's family. My entire family is more abrasive and can be downright hostile. 

My father was a star athlete, much more so than Tom. Tom was considered to be the best quarterback the university since my father had played and I knew Daddy was not happy to share his title with Tom. Tom was going to be at Daddy's mercy and he was not a merciful man. I lay awake at night trying to figure out a way to talk Tom out of going but I knew he'd never back down. He was going.

I sweated the entire flight and I warned Tom again that he was walking into a lion's den. The plane landed at the airport in Atlanta and my sister was waiting for us at the luggage carousel. Sally was dressed in jeans and a pullover top and looked like she'd recently gotten a tan. I could tell that after seeing her Tom was becoming more and more nervous about meeting my family.

"Tom, this is my sister Serafina Jane," I grinned. "Serafina Jane, this is Tom Braddock."

"Call me Sally, my jerk brother here thinks he's being funny. Is this all the luggage you two have?"

"We're only here for the weekend and we fly out again late Sunday afternoon. That's long enough for me to be on the rotisserie."

Sally laughed.

"At least you know what to expect. Does your boyfriend?"

"I tried to warn him."

"And he came anyway. Brave man.

She turned to Tom.

"So you're the one who has finally swept my brother off his feet, Tom."

Tom blushed.

"I guess you could say that although it worked both ways."

We reached the car and stashed the luggage in the trunk. I sat up front in the passenger seat and Tom sat in the back.

"Okay, Sally, give it to me straight. Mama seemed a little tense when I called."

Sally rolled her eyes.

"You know, Lucas, it REALLY would have been better if you'd called and given us some warning when this thing started. Daddy found out from a call he got from Ernest Langley of the alumni association. It's bad enough that Daddy had to get the news over the phone but you know Daddy and Ernest hate each other. Ernest called Daddy laughing about his queer boy and I don't think you can imagine what that did to Daddy. He's been on the warpath ever since."

"I'm sorry, Sally," Tom said. "It's all my fault. I jumped the gun and told my parents first without telling Lucas. It snowballed from there."

"Well Tom, you can try that line on Daddy and we'll see how well it'll go over with him. I warn you both that he's mad as hell and, Lucas, you know he's not the type to ever back down over anything."

"Oh, shit."

"You've hit the nail on the head, you're in deep shit."

"What about everyone else?" I asked. "Mama, David, James, the grandparents?"

"You know how Mama is. When Daddy gets on a tear she goes along with him just to keep the peace but I think she's on your side. As for David and James, they're hard to figure out. I guess you'll get your answer when you deal with them. You just need to look after Tom to make sure he doesn't step in the wrong place."

"What about you, Sally? Which court are you in?"

"I wouldn't have come to the airport if I wasn't on your side. If it had been left up to Daddy you would be taking a cab. Walk softly, Lucas. Daddy's been humiliated and it's your fault."

"But..."

"There are no buts, Lucas. You should have come clean about you and Tom before we found out on the grapevine, particularly from some of those assholes that Daddy's always talking to."

"There wasn't time. It happened..."

"How long have you two been together, Lucas? Months? Years? I hear you're planning to marry. Lucas, you had plenty of time, both of you. Now it's too little, too late. You go in that house with your hat in your damn hand, both of you, and take the shit Daddy's going to dish out..."

"I'm not..."

"Shut up, Lucas. You know Daddy. And the boys. They puff up and blow off steam and then they eventually cool down. You're the apple of Daddy's eye because you're his youngest son and you know it. You've just got to take it until he's had his say."

I knew she was right. I'd stepped in the shit and it was all my fault. I could put it off on Tom, I could blame him for jumping the gun without telling me but the simple facts were that I should have called as soon as I discovered Tom had called his father.

"You're awful quiet for a change, Lucas. You with me on this?"

I nodded my head.

"You're right. I'll just take it and let him tear me apart until he cools down."

"My father didn't act like as ass. I don't see why yours should," Tom spoke up belligerently.

Sally laughed.

"Spoken just like a dumb athlete."

"HEY! WATCH IT WITH THAT SHIT!" Tom yelled.

Sally laughed again.

"Maybe we need to stop off at a McDonald's or a roadside truck stop so you can coach your future husband, Lucas. All I said was exactly what Daddy's..."

"...going to say," I finished. "And Mama too. And James and David."

"Right," Sally giggled.

"Tom, they're going to bait you to see you at your worst and you DO.NOT want to go there," I said glumly."

"Oh really? They sound like a bunch of redneck hicks to me."

His temper was rising and his face got that 'my way or no way' look.

"Tom, David's in medical school, James is in dental school, Sally here is a chemistry major planning to go to pharmacy school. Mama's a chemical engineer, Daddy's a lawyer and they're millionaires. We may be from the South but we're not the hicks you think most Southerners are. Daddy's going to bait you and me for the hell of it and you'd better be prepared for it."

Tom's perfect face was set in that chiseled stubborn look he got when he was about to blow.

"Do it for me, Tom, please," I pleaded. "Don't you love me enough to take a little heat for just one weekend, just two days?"

"I guess," he sighed. "But you stay by my side every minute."

"I'll try."

"Not try. You WILL."

I felt the heat under my collar.

"When the going gets rough just keep reminding yourself that this is all YOUR fault. If you'd just told me you were planning to out us I could've called Daddy and saved us all this shit." I said sharply.

"So now it's all my fault?" Tom spat out.

"You're the one who said it!"

"Why don't you two lovebirds settle down here," Sally said lightly. "You two sound like you're about to get divorced before the wedding."

We drove in silence until we reached a Wendy's near our house. Sally pulled into the parking lot and stopped. She got out, leaving us in the car.

"Why don't you two work it out and then join me inside? And remember we're walking in to supper so don't plan on eating everything in Wendy's. Mildred has fixed fried chicken and dumplings with dressing, your favorites, Lucas, and she'll be devastated if you don't eat."

I got out of the car and sat in the back seat next to Tom, taking his hand in mine and kissing it gently.

"I love you, Tom, and all I ask is that you just play it cool, try to not get baited, and remember that we're out of here Sunday afternoon."

Tom still had a pouty look on his face. I leaned over and kissed his cheek and he didn't respond.

"Tell me that you love me, Tom, please."

He turned and took me in his arms, kissing me. He kissed down my neck and I pushed him away laughing.

"Don't forget this is Georgia and a lot of people in this state still think gays belong in prison or a mental hospital or in a concentration camp. We can't walk around holding hands or kissing each other unless we want to be picked up by the cops. Sorry, I'm the one who crossed the line first but I couldn't resist you."

"I don't like the South," Tom snorted. "Just a bunch of bigots and racists."

"Oh, that'll go over REAL well with my family. Why don't you just ask them if they're in the Klan?"

"Are they?" Tom asked.

I slapped the side of his head playfully.

"No, jerk. My family's not in the Klan. If they were do you think I'd be out of the closet or that we'd even be here in this situation? I'm not looking for us to get hanged in the woods this weekend."

"Like I said, I don't like the South," Tom grumbled.

"It grows on you," I laughed. "You just have to learn how to play by the rules, sort of like being in Iran."

Tom looked at me, his face startled, his eyes bulging and I burst out laughing.

"You had that one coming, Tom."

"Yeah, I guess I did," he laughed sheepishly.

"It's just a state, Tom, and it's a beautiful place. As it happens it hasn't advanced too far with gay rights. I doubt even a U.S. Supreme Court decision would make much difference in how the religious right folks think around here."

"So I guess we'll be settling in California?"

"Actually, I sort of like New Hampshire."

"We'll talk about it," he grinned.

"Are we made up now? Can we go in and act like civilized people with Sally, maybe have a Frosty?"

"I want some fries and a spicy chicken sandwich."

"Our housekeeper Mildred's made a fantastic supper for us so don't overdo it, stud," I said softly. "Maybe you can have me for dessert tonight."

He grinned and squeezed my hand. He turned to get out of the car and then suddenly stopped.

"Is your family really millionaires?"

"Yeah, for generations." I grinned. "But we don't live like some nouveau riche rapper. We live like normal people in a nice house in a nice neighborhood. The money's in the bank, not in gaudy jewelry and big cars or a gigantic mansion. Does that bother you?"

"I guess not," he sighed. "When I get to the NFL maybe I'll be rich too."

"Well, Daddy made a lot of money in the NFL but it was back before the hundred million dollar contracts. His parents had more money than he ever earned."

Tom sighed, his look uncertain and he fluffed my hair with his hand.

"I'll be on my good behavior this weekend, I'll take whatever your family wants to dish out but promise me you'll stand beside me."

"I wouldn't have let you come if I didn't plan to." 

We all ended up laughing in Wendy's and Sally bonded with Tom. I felt a sense of relief that at least one person in my family liked him. As we drove on home we laughed listening to her stories about her freshman year in college.

As we walked into the door I could smell the fried chicken. Thank God I'd only gotten a small chocolate Frosty.

"Something smells good," Tom whispered. "You think your father will let me eat before the inquisition?"

"I think so," I laughed. "In fact, I'd imagine the inquisition will probably go on while we're eating."

"THERE you are!"

My mother appeared in the foyer, her arms spread to hug me.

"I'm so glad you decided to come home for the weekend. I've been telling you that you should fly in every few weeks or so. It's not like we can't afford it."

"Mama, you know I hate to fly."

"And yet here you are."

She looked at Tom and smiled mischievously.

"I don't think I got your name, sonny."

"Tom, Tom Braddock."

"So you're the one who's stolen my baby boy's heart, huh? Well, you're nice enough looking and all I can say is you'd better treat him right if you want to live to be an old man."

Tom swallowed hard and blushed.

"Yes, Ma'am. I swear I will. I swear it. I'll treat Lucas right, uh, uh, I mean I ALREADY treat him right."

"Well, you didn't do such a good job of it by letting him slip up and not call Merry with the news. You're going to have to answer to a very upset man."

Mama was smiling but her eyes were steel. Tom's face reddened even more.

"Lucas, why don't you take your bags up to your room and you can put Tom in the pink guest room."

"Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I want him in my room."

Mama laughed.

"Well, I guess if you two are getting married I can bend the rules a bit. There's no such thing as a gay virgin, is there?"

"Oh god, Mama, I don't want to answer that! I don't want to talk about sex with my mother."

"You'll probably be talking about it with Merry because he just doesn't understand what gay people do."

Tom's face had deepened to purple and Sally burst out laughing.

"MAMA! You need to quit before Tom has a stroke!"

Sally reached over and touched Tom's arm.

"Chill out, dude, Mama's just yanking your chain. And we don't even HAVE a pink guest room anymore."

"You got rid of the pink guest room???" I asked incredulously.

It had been a part of the house since I was a child. Granny Blake always insisted on it as her room when she visited.

"Oh, it was getting a little ratty after all these years and I just decided to turn it into my painting room" Mama said. "The light's just so good in there with those big windows. And I can keep all my crafts in there. Besides, we've got two other guest rooms."

"Mama paints and sews. She does embroidery and crochets, she knits, she does just about any crafts," I explained.

"I'm going to have plenty of time on my hands, Lucas. I'm retiring at the end of May."

"What are they going to do without you, Mama?" I teased. "You're their head engineer."

We'd begged her to retire for years because of her job stress.

"Hey, even head engineers get tired of it and retire. I've been doing chemical engineering for over thirty years and I've had enough. We're going to travel."

"WE? Do you mean Daddy's actually going to retire? And if you get him to leave the good ol' U.S. of A. it'll be a miracle. He thinks there's a terrorist with a bomb in every country outside of the U.S. I still don't know how he managed to travel so much for the law firm. And then there's that bit about English, remember?"

Sally snickered and Mama laughed.

"Daddy thinks everyone should learn English and just give up all that foreign talking."

"All over the world?" Tom choked out.

"Yep," I laughed.

Tom looked like he was about to pass out. I'm sure he thought he'd truly come into the South of his nightmares.

"Lucas, before your young man passes out from shock I think you need to get him up to your room and get a wet washcloth on his head," Mama grinned. "And Mildred will have dinner ready at 7:30. Don't be late."

We made it to our room before Tom said anything. He dropped the suitcases on the floor and sat on the bed.

"Is this for REAL?" he whispered.

"Yeah, it's for real," I laughed. "C'mon, it's not as bad as it sounds. Daddy's just a little set in his ways."

"It sounds like it and that's what bothers me. I need to know a little more about his ways."

"Tom. Didn't you even grasp that Mama was teasing you a little bit back there? She's probably laughing her ass off right now with Mildred and Sally."

"So your father DOESN'T think the whole world needs to speak English?"

"Oh, he does but he's not bigoted about it. There are more Chinese people who speak English than there are in THIS country. Daddy's a big supporter of promoting English as the international language."

"And the terrorists everywhere?"

I sighed.

"Well, Daddy doesn't like to fly and he's never been anywhere out of the country that he liked better than here. And Daddy's traveled a lot with his law firm; they do international law. Now Mama wants to travel and he's going to want to just settle down for a change."




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 09



"I need to go pee and freshen up."

"You go first and I'll unpack our suitcases."

I lay down to rest while waiting on Tom. When he came out lay down on the bed and pulled me into his arms.

"We don't have time to fuck," I grinned. "We're already in Purgatory, let's not make it worse."

For the first time since we'd arrived he really laughed.

"I really like your bedroom, Lucas, all those posters of athletes."

"Yeah, I'll tell you a secret. I used to jack off a lot looking at those posters, particularly Troy Aikman."

"A big Aikman fan, huh?" he grinned. "So was I."

"And you masturbated to his posters?"

"Well, now that we're confessing things, yeah. I used to dream about what he looks like naked."

"I'm lucky. You look a whole lot better than Aikman. In fact, you're perfect in every way. I mean I almost fucking spazzed out when I saw those perfect feet of yours. What's it like being perfect? And your father looks like an older version of you."

"Do I need to worry about you and Dad?"

He rolled over and tickled me. I burst out laughing, begging him to stop. He pushed my shirt up and kissed my stomach. Then he bit my cock through my pants.

"TOM, we've only got twenty minutes!"

"We've got time. We'll make it a quickie."

He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them to my knees. In the next instant his mouth was on my cock, sucking while his finger was probing my asshole, massaging my prostate. My cock was about to explode.

My ass man had to take it one step further. He pulled his mouth off my cock, tore my pants off completely and flipped me over in one move. I always seemed to forget about his incredible strength. His hands parted my cheeks and then his tongue was licking my hole, probing it, between hot kisses to my ass. He kept it up until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'm cumming, Tom!" I moaned quietly. "Don't let me cum on my bedspread!"

He laughed quietly and flipped me over like a doll. Then he sucked my entire cock in his mouth, deep throating me, and I exploded, blast after blast into mouth as he swallowed. Something about my father downstairs and being in my old bedroom made me cum more than usual.

Tom held me in his arms kissed me, sharing my cum with me. He kissed down my neck and pulled my shirt up so he could suck on my nipples. He continuously traced his fingers through my chest and stomach hair.

I looked at the clock on the wall. 7:21

"Dammit, we've got to get downstairs, you horn dog."

I got up and raced to my bathroom to freshen up, brush my teeth, and gargle. Tom was headed to the door.

"Let me see you before you go out that door," I warned.

Tom grinned and turned around.

"Wash your face with some soap and water. You smell like ass and you've got cum in your five o'clock shadow."

Tom cleaned up quickly. As we were ready to walk out he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips.

"I can handle anything with you there, baby," he said softly. "And I'm fortified with your cum in my belly."

I laughed and kissed his lips softly.

"Let's go down to the lion's den, Tom."

"Will your brothers be there?"

"I doubt it. They'll probably show up tomorrow if they're coming."

"Do they live here?"

"Off and on. David goes to medical school at Emory and James goes to GRU dental school in Augusta. David gets home a lot more than James. Mama probably called them to tell them I'm at home this weekend so they may try to show up."

"Are they anything like your father?"

"No. Now let's go."

As it turned out we were the first ones in the dining room. Mildred was putting the food on the table. She stopped and hugged me.

"Everybody's on the phone," Mildred growled. "Mrs. Blake INSISTS that everything is to be ready and on the table at exactly seven thirty and here they are all on the phone."

"Well, that's good. At least Tom and I aren't late."

Mildred stared at Tom.

"So this is the one, huh? I sort of expected him to be girly like."

"What?" I laughed. "Why would you say that, Mildred?"

"Well, you know what they say about those homosexual boys, one's the man and one dresses up in women's clothes. And I just knew you'd be the man 'cause you always has to be the boss. Of everything. Yessir. So I expected if you done gone and turned homosexual then you musta took up with one of them sissy boys."

Mildred looked Tom over.

"Well, you don't look like no sissy, tho' you is awful purty. I don't recommend you wear a dress while you're here because Mr. Braddock's already boiling over about you turning his son into a queer."

Tom looked like he was about to explode and I was still laughing. Mama walked in.

"What's so funny, Lucas?" she grinned.

"Did you put Mildred up to this cornpone accent? She sounds like our slave and she's redheaded and white."

Mama burst out laughing.

"No, it was Susan's idea," Mildred laughed. "She said your young man thinks everyone in the south is stupid. Tough talk for a man who wear dresses."

"I didn't say that!" Tom protested. "And I've never worn a dress in my entire life!"

Tom looked like was ready to commit murder. Susan walked in with a mischievous look on her face.

"Well, Tom, I see you met Miz Mildred."

Tom just nodded, his eyes looking at the floor.

Daddy chose that moment to walk in. My father, Meredith 'Merry' Blake is six five and around two hundred and forty pounds, all muscle. He was an all-star athlete all through school and spent nine years in the NFL until a muscle injury caused him to retire. He's an intimidating man, much as you'd expect of a guy who's spent his entire life being call Merry.

He was laughing when he entered the room but when he saw Tom he gave him a menacing stare, looking him up and down. Tom just stared back and I briefly thought that I was about to witness a fist fight.

"Let's sit down to eat. I don't want you wearing a dress in my house," he said, glaring at Tom.

I shot Tom a warning look that thankfully he acknowledged.

We sat down with Daddy at one end of the table and Mama at the other. Sally sat on one side and Tom and I sat on the other. Daddy said grace and we ate in silence for a few minutes. I looked over at Sally and she just rolled her eyes, entertained by the whole thing.

"Ernest Langley tells me it's still cold in New Hampshire. Yesterday he told me it was forty degrees. I swear that place is one of the coldest damn places on this earth."

Ernest Langley. Alumni. Told Daddy about me and Tom. He laughed and called us queers. Yep, here it comes, I thought.

"It's a bit cold in the mornings and at night but it's just brisk during the day, sir," Tom said diplomatically.

"Brisk. One of those goddamn Yankee words. Forty degrees is goddamn cold."

"If you say so, sir," I replied.

"Ronnie, wouldn't you say forty degrees is cold?"

Mama's name's Veronica but everyone calls her Ronnie. She looked at me and smiled.

"Now, Merry, it's cold to us down here in Georgia but to folks who've been living in New Hampshire it probably seems okay. If I remember correctly it only gets warm in New Hampshire in late in May and it lasts until around September. And it NEVER really gets hot. Ninety degrees is a superhot day up there."

"I remember," Daddy grumped. "I played ball there for four damn years remember?"

Daddy looked at Tom.

"So do you keep my son warm at night?"

You could have heard a pin drop.

"I do my level best to keep your son warm any time he's cold."

Again you could have heard a pin drop. Tom had one of those 'I'm not taking any shit from you' voices. I felt like grabbing his hand and running.

"So can you tell me why my son didn't' tell me about you, Tim? Before Ernest Langley did, Tim?"

"His name's Tom," Mama said.

"When did you decide you're a queer, Lucas? Didn't you think you should let your Daddy in on something like that before the whole GODDAMN ALUMNI ASSOCIATION CALLS ME AND LAUGHS AT ME????!!"

Daddy was screaming.

"MERRY!" Mama yelled. "Shut up that talk at my table. You will NOT call my son a queer at my table! The term is gay and Lucas is a grown man. If he wants to be gay that's his choice. Straighten up, Meredith Blake. Now."

You could see Daddy pull in his claws. Mama didn't get mad too often and you never heard her argue with my father in front of others unless she was royally pissed. And she was pissed so everybody listened with caution, including Daddy.

"Now. Lucas, I want you to explain to your Daddy and me why Ernest Langley called us first. I raised you better than that and I'm ashamed of you."

"It's my fault, Ma'am," Tom said politely.

"I didn't ask you, young man. I asked my son."

I started to speak and Tom put his hand on my arm.

"You asked Lucas but I'm going to answer, Ma'am."

Tom's look was stubborn and I wanted to slap him. So much for keeping out of it.

"Okay, young man, make it good," Mama snapped.

"Your son loves me and he wanted to let me be the one to out us."

"Out you. You mean tell everyone you two are queers?" Daddy asked hostilely.

"MERRY!" Mama warned.

"Okay, don't get your panties in a wad, Ronnie."

Daddy looked at Tom.

"So you told everyone you two are GAY?" he said sarcastically. "Except ME?"

"Yes, sir," Tom swallowed. "Because I'm the quarterback of the football team and have a lot to lose, Lucas told me he'd let me decide when to tell everyone."

"So how is it that Ernest Langley found out before we did? Lucas should have called us as soon as you told Ernest. BEFORE."

"Sir, if you'll let me finish. First of all, I didn't tell Mr. Langley. I don't know HOW he found out. I just decided that I was tired of hiding and so I called my father. I thought it would go okay and then Lucas could call you. It didn't. Dad reacted a lot worse than you did and told me he never wanted to see me again."

Nobody said anything but I could tell that didn't go over too well with Mama.

"Anyway, Mom told Dad she'd divorce him if he didn't come with her from California to New Hampshire the next day. They took the overnight red-eye and a connector and Dad apologized and we made up. They took us out to dinner and a girl at the university saw me kiss Lucas at the dinner table. She's a big gossip and she told everyone."

"And my question still is, why didn't you call me, Lucas?"

"I was planning to call you that day, Daddy, but Julia had told everybody before I could get you. Ernest Langley's on the board and he's at the administration building almost every day."

"It's a lame excuse."

"It happened, sir," Tom said coldly. "We're sorry that it did but if you want to take it out on someone then take it out on me. It was a mistake and let's move forward. But if you want someone to hate then hate me, not your son."

I felt like I was skating on a pond with really thin ice. Daddy was angry, Mama was pissed, and Sally was wisely keeping her mouth shut. We ate in silence for a few minutes.

"Can you imagine what it was like for me to get a call from that goddamn son of a bitch Ernest Langley laughing in my face? And I've gotten at least a dozen more calls since then."

"Sir," Tom said quietly, "You'd have gotten those same calls whether Lucas called you or not and you know it. Your son came here to clear things up. He didn't want me to come because he knew you'd be upset but I made him let me come anyway. You, sir, need to be fair to your son."

Daddy didn't say anything for several minutes, just ate quietly as Mama passed food around the table. 

"Tell me, Tim," Daddy asked. "What happened with your family when they came to New Hampshire?"

"It's Tom, sir. My parents both said they don't understand gay relationships, Dad said he wasn't too happy about it but that I'm his son and he loves me and he'll stand behind me and Lucas."

"Well, I can't be any less forgiving than your father, now can I? As it happens, Lucas, I do love you, you're my youngest son, and I'll stand behind you through thick and thin. Just please keep informed in the future."

"I promise. I'm sorry, Daddy, I never meant for this to happen to you this way."

"Well, it's over and let's get on with our lives. I see you're both wearing wedding bands. Don't tell me you've gone ahead and gotten married without letting us know. You know how your mother is about weddings."

"No, sir, we haven't even set a date yet but we're wearing our wedding bands now because we want to show our commitment to each other."

"And you'll let us know when the wedding day is?" Mama asked.

"Of course, Mama, I didn't know if you'd even want to come."

"Lucas, do you think I'd let you get married and not be there? Never."

"Tim, there's something else I want to say."

"Yes, sir."

I could see the 'Tim' bit was wearing thin with Tom.

"You may or may not know that I'm a lawyer. I want you to sign a prenuptial agreement with Lucas. My son is part of a family trust and for his part he's worth around ten million dollars."

Tom just stared at me.

"You didn't tell me, Lucas."

"About the pre-nup?"

"No, and not about the money either."

"I told you I have a trust that will take care of us if the NFL doesn't work out."

"Lucas, you SHOULD have told me."

"I told you my family has millions of dollars."

"YEAH, at the WENDY'S a couple of HOURS ago!"

Tom's eyes were hot and he was angry.

"I didn't think it would matter."

"What you THOUGHT was that I'd want you for your MONEY is what you THOUGHT! I fucking can't believe it, LUCAS!"

Tom was angry and his voice was raised.

"Don't use that kind of language at my table, young man," Mama said harshly.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, it just kinda got away from me. And Mr. Blake, if you've got a document for me to sign I'll sign it right this minute. I'M.NOT.MARRYING.YOU.FOR.YOUR.MONEY, LUCAS!" Tom yelled.

I put my hand on his arm and he threw it off.

"For that matter, if you think I'd marry you for your money maybe it's a bad idea for us to even marry!"

Tom stood up to walk away. I stood up and pushed him up against the wall, blocking him.

"If you want to leave me you're going to have to hit me with your fists, hurt me, to get away!" I said, my voice low.

"Just answer me this, Lucas? Why couldn't you tell me you're a millionaire? Why couldn't you trust me?

"Tom, I've met your parents and I don't know anything about them. You've never told me a single thing about your family. What makes you think I should have told you everything about my family? We've never even had this conversation before."

"You haven't asked. My parents are retired. Dad was a doctor of internal medicine and Mom was a pharmacist. My sister's a freshman in college, my oldest brother is an OB/GYN doctor, and the next oldest is school. I'm the odd man out in civil engineering. We just never talked about our families, Lucas. You never asked. We just never discussed it."

"That's right, we never did. So why are you having such a fit now? Now I REALLY have to ask, do you love me for myself or for what I've got?"

Tom looked both miserable and angry.

"I just wish you'd told me."

"Just like I just wish you two had told me you were gay and living together and you didn't," Daddy growled. "Why don't you two pups grow up? You need to learn to talk to each other, not just have sex and fight."

Tom and I both blushed.

"Just let me go, Lucas. I'd like to go lay down."

"No, you're not walking out on me. Anyway, you haven't eaten Mildred's pie."

Tom pushed me to try to get away from my holding him to the wall and I pushed back. As he relaxed I grabbed his head and kissed him hard. I'm sure my family thought we'd gone beyond the pale.

"Hhrrrrppph."

Daddy cleared his throat. Loudly. And then he did it again. Tom relaxed and I took his hand.

"Please sit back down, Tom. Please. I love you. And we don't want to miss eating Mildred's lemon ice box pie. She made it just for us."

Tom's hands were shaking but he sat down. I held his hand tight under the table.

"Sir, I meant what I said. I'll sign any prenuptial agreement. I don't want anything."

"We'll work it out, Tim, and I'll fly up with the document."

"It's pretty obvious the two of you are very much in love," Mama smiled. "You may not believe it but it helps to air your differences and you should never hold your anger against each other in. Of course, usually it's better to do it somewhere other than the dinner table when you're a guest."

Sally giggled and even Daddy managed a small chuckle.

"You're right, Ma'am and I apologize for that," Tom said. "I'm afraid I fly off the handle occasionally."

We were eating Mildred's pie when 'the' question came up again.

"Which brings me to my question," Mama said. "I've done a little research and we're just wondering who the man is in your relationship and who's the woman? Sort of the bottom and the top I think is the way the computer put it. I just can't imagine Lucas ever being the woman and from what we've just witnessed it seems you're more the hysterical female type, Tom."

Tom and I both burst out laughing. Déjà vu. Daddy, Mama, and Sally didn't know what to think. I started to say something and Tom put his hand on mine on the table.

"I'll take care of this, Lucas. It's funny that should ask, Ma'am. Mom asked us the same thing. Lucas and I are both alpha males. Do you know what that means?"

"Of course we do," Mama laughed. "And it ought to make for interesting times for you two. But most times one is the stronger of the two."

"True, and it's always Lucas."

You could see the surprise on my father's face.

"But you're a quarterback!" he gasped. "Quarterbacks lead."

"Your son was a quarterback too in case you've forgotten."

"It's like this, Dad..."

"NO, Lucas, let me finish. Lucas is a lot stronger than I am. He's most always right, he never gets flustered or upset, unless I make him that way," Tom grinned. "Just like now. I made a scene and Lucas calmed me down."

"You're not a woman, Tim," Daddy lectured. "You can't always look to my son to be the man in every situation. You're both men and you need to act like it. IF queers...gays act like men."

"Yes, sir, you're entirely right. I was out of line and I apologize," Tom said through gritted teeth.

"I guess I'll let you off the hook for not calling me, Lucas, but Tim I think you should've consulted Lucas before you made the mess you did," Daddy lectured. "I hope I can expect more responsible behavior out of you in the future. I don't want you putting my son on the hot seat with me again."

Tom gnashed his teeth and said nothing but I could tell Daddy's lecture didn't go over too well with him.

The rest of the meal went smoothly. We sat around and talked about generalities, mainly answering questions about how we met, how we fell in love, romance questions. We avoided sensitive topics and we laughed until around ten.

As soon as the bedroom door closed Tom went into the bathroom to take a shower. I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. I awoke when Tom slipped into bed.

"You need to go get your shower, Lucas."

Matter of fact. I got out of bed and took my shower. When I got back to the bed Tom was asleep. No good night, no kiss, nothing. I put on fresh underwear and got in bed. No point in being naked.

I awoke the next morning to Tom shaving. I rolled over and pretended to go to sleep again. Finally he came out of the bathroom fully dressed.

"It's time to go to breakfast, Lucas. You need to get out of bed."

"No. Tell Mama I've got a headache and I'll be down later. You go ahead, Tom."

He didn't say a word. He just walked out of the door and slammed it. I waited awhile and then shaved and took my shower. Tom still hadn't come back so I got back in bed and I guess I pouted. I was in love with him but I was mad as hell with him too.

I'd dozed off when Tom brushed my hair off my face with his hand, waking me.




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 10



I awoke at six thirty the next morning. So many years of early school classes had conditioned my body to wake up early. I looked around me and Tom was not in bed with me. I don't know why I'd thought he might get up in the middle of the night and come to me. I was miserable, distressed over the fight the night before and wanting to make up with him.

But did he want the same? 

I staggered into the bathroom and realized my shaver was in my bedroom. I usually shaved before I took a shower but not today, I thought. I took a shower and without any clean clothes I put my robe on. I lay on the bed trying to decide if I wanted to go to Tom first or make him come to me.

My dilemma resolved itself. I heard Tom in the hall talking with David. I heard him ask David if he knew which room I was in. A few seconds later there was a soft knock on the door.

I waited before responding, my heart pounding. There was another knock.

"Come in."

Tom came in looking like hell. He'd slipped on some jeans with his white tee shirt and wore athletic shoes without socks. He looked at me, searching for my response. I wasn't sure how to respond, perhaps childishly not wanting to be the first to offer the olive branch.

I lay on the bed just looking at him. He walked to the end of the bed and knelt at my feet. He kissed my feet tenderly.

"I worship the ground these feet walk on, Lucas. I'm sorry that I hurt you. Can you please forgive me?"

He buried his face in my feet. I slid down the bed and sat up. I pulled him up and he buried his face in my lap. I stroked his soft hair, damp from his shower.

"I don't even know why you love me, Tom," I said miserably. "I'm a fucking sorry ass coward and I don't deserve you. Don't tell me you worship me because it only makes me feel worse."

**********************

TOM'S STORY:

I sat on the end of the bed and held Lucas in my arms. He was totally miserable and seemed lost. I kissed his face tenderly.

"Tom, I'm so sorry for all of this. This'll never work out because I'm not good enough for you. You're one of the truly good guys and you need someone better than me. I expected you to call a cab and leave me during the night."

His handsome face was torn with anguish. He seemed disgusted with himself, almost as if his own ego had disappeared. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed, and I lifted his face to mine, forcing him to look at me. I kissed his lips gently.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I told you before that you make me crazy. I'm in love with you, with all of you, the good and the bad."

His eyes were suddenly wet and Lucas fought for control. I was watching the strong silent He-Man of our campus slowly come unglued.

"It's all right, baby, I'm right here. You can cry."

"I never cry, Tom."

I held him close to me. He always said he never cried but he'd cried with me once before. He'd been upset over it for a couple of days so I never mentioned it to him again.

"Tom, it'll never work out," he whispered. "I told you, I'm not good enough for you. You're not good enough for my family. Fuck, I'm not good enough for them. I've tried so hard all my life but nothing's enough for Mama and Daddy. And now they know I'm gay."

I realized with horror what I'd done to Lucas by outing us. He was in the closet for many reasons, as a lot of gays are. But most of all because he felt he wasn't good enough for his family and now not even for me. I pulled him into my arms and held him tight. Lucas clung to me as if his life depended on it.

"Baby, you'll have to physically throw me out, or have your Daddy do it, because I'm not leaving you here. We're going home to New Hampshire and I'm going to make everything all right again."

"I wish it could be..."

"It can be, sweetheart, if you'll just let it. Don't you love me?"

I felt him nodding into my neck.

"You know I love you, Tom."

"I know that, baby, don't you see? I know how much I mean to you, how much we mean to each other and I'm never going anywhere without you."

"Daddy's so mad with me. He said he'll be nice to you today but I don't know. Just try not to upset him, Tom. Or Mama. I'm so sorry, Tom."

"I figured you fixed everything with him last night when you went downstairs," I laughed softly.

"Tom, you don't understand my family and it's why I didn't want you to come. They're, they're, uh, what's the word? Mercurial?"

"A nice word for saying you never know what the hell to expect from them. I kinda gathered that already," I laughed.

"It's not funny, Tom. Daddy can be so nice one minute and a total monster the next. He might be nice when we go down or he might want to tear your head off. And Mama...she and Daddy..."

"What? They seem like they stick together. I like your mother. She's nice."

"No. Mama can be nice when she wants to be and she and Daddy get SEEM to get along but you don't know those two. Everything goes okay with them sometimes for months and then it's World War III."

"I guess we dodged the bullet then. It's not World War III."

"Be careful, Tom, just don't make them mad, please. Daddy's already upset over us being gay and Mama..."

I took his hand in mine and kissed it. Lucas was literally sweating, swallowing hard, nervous as hell.

"Lucas," I said softly. "It's okay, I get it. You're afraid of them. You don't need to hide it from me."

"You don't want me, Tom, I'm not right for you."

"Don't say that. You can't hide it from me. I know what's going on here."

"Tom, no. Don't say it. I'm not worth it."

"I'm going to say it," I said brusquely. "You're fucking scared to death of your father. Terrified. And of David. And of your own damn mother. What the hell did they do you, Lucas? I should have seen it on the ride home from the airport and definitely after you just took all that shit from them. Tell me, Lucas. What kind of abuse was it, physical, sexual?"

"Oh, god no, Tom," he gasped defensively. "You can't understand. It's not like that. Daddy just has high standards for our behavior and we got into a lot of trouble as kids."

"And he beat the shit out of you, didn't he? So did David. You're a grown man and you're fucking six feet five inches tall! FUCK these people! Stand up for yourself. Your father and mother's one thing, I can understand that, but your fucking brother?"

Lucas literally seemed to shrink when I said it. He and David were obviously the same height, Merry didn't look taller but he was a monster of a guy, a former defensive tackle for nine years in the NFL. He was intimidating as hell and I could see how a child could become terrified of him if he was as unpredictable as I was beginning to see.

"David protects me. He's never hit me unless we were sparring practicing karate. Tom, it's complicated. Daddy just believes in the biblical 'spare the rod and spoil the child' thing. And you see, we've all turned out just fine. David's a doctor, James is in dental school and I'm..."

"Stop it, Lucas. I don't care about all of that. Your father treats you like shit, he treats everyone like shit and he gets away with it. He's a fucking tyrant. And your mother...what kind of woman lets her husband treat her kids like he does?"

"No, Tom, you're wrong. He's a little pushy sometimes but he loves us, he has our best interests at heart. Tom, Daddy had the right to question us, to make sure everything's right. And he's really disappointed that I'm gay."

I could see that even at his age Lucas thought his father was right to control him. Nothing I said to him was going to break through. Classic.

"And David? What's your excuse for him?"

"He loves me and he's just looking out for me. There's a special relationship between me and David. We're different from James and Sally, haven't you seen it?"

"How, Lucas? I know David's protective of you, he called you his special little man. But he's a little over the top, fucking WAY over the top."

"Okay, I'll admit it. Maybe Daddy overdid it with David. He told David he was a man when he was fucking twelve and that he was responsible for looking after us when he and Mom were working. But it's worked out okay, don't you see?"

I held him tight and wanted to kill his father. And what the hell was this special relationship with David? How were they different? I searched my mind for an answer as I held him. What hadn't I seen in those two that was different? 

"Lucas, I love you and this is going to end."

"I'm fine. I heard you talking to David. Was he better this morning? He was so tired last night. I worry about him working so much. And Daddy's so hard on him."

"Your brother David really apologized to me this morning and told me he was totally out of line. He said he'd just come out of fifteen hours in the ER and that he was in no condition to be having conversations with anyone."

"David really IS a good person, Tom. He's just..."

"I should have seen it, Lucas. It was right in front of me. On the way here from the airport your sister practically ordered me to put up with your father and so did you. And then you BEGGED me to let him have his way, to not say anything. You four kids are grown and you're letting your father control you like you're ten years old, all of you."

"It's not that bad, Tom. You're reading too much into it. Come on, let's just make up and go home this afternoon."

"Baby, as far as I'm concerned we just had an argument and I was a fool. I should never have thrown you out of your own room. Couples fight even though they love each other. And I told you, I love you so much I can barely breathe. 

"I'm so sorry, Tom. I should have stopped Daddy, I shouldn't have let him treat you the way he did. It's just that...

"You don't have to say it. I can see it for what it is."

Lucas' face was red and I could see in his eyes that he was humiliated. It was classic abuse. He loved the ones who abused him, the ones he could never please. His apologies, his incredible sorrow, startled me. This was not the Lucas that I knew.

"Now you see I'm not perfect, that I can't let you worship me. After yesterday I'm not even sure why you'd love me. I probably would've raced out of this house, called a cab, and never spoken to me again if I'd been you."

I pulled him closer to me and held his head on my chest. 

"I couldn't do that, baby. You make my world whole. I suspected yesterday that you're afraid of your Daddy. I think everybody in this house is afraid of him."

"Not Mama."

"I don't get it. Why are you afraid of David? He's your brother, for god's sake."

"I'm not afraid of David, Tom. Really I'm not. David protects me from...it doesn't matter, Tom. Just let it go. It's just that I was always getting into fights as a kid and causing trouble for him. He does a lot for me and always looks out for me."

"But you didn't say anything to him last night when he was treating me like shit. You just let him do it."

"Tom, he had the right to look out for me. He doesn't know you and he was just protecting me. You don't understand. My family is not what you..."

Lucas just stopped talking and wouldn't look at me. I was at a loss for words and didn't say anything either. Hell, David really WAS looking out for his little brother. He didn't know me from Adam's house cat. As far as he knew I could just be an athletic wash out after his brother's money and ten million dollars is a lot of money. 

"Look, Lucas. David was sincere when he apologized and I accepted it. What happened is behind us as far as I'm concerned. It's you and your parents that concern me now, particularly your father."

Lucas buried his face in my armpit and his breath was ragged.

"I shouldn't have let this happen, Tom. You shouldn't have come here. I TOLD you not to come to this house. I shouldn't have let you, it was a huge mistake. Can you please forgive me? I'm so ashamed," he said miserably.

"Hey, beautiful, you shut that shit up. Anybody I'm with had better not be ashamed."

I tried to lighten it up a bit but he clung to me, his body shaking.

"Oh, god, Tom. I'm so sorry for all of this. Just PLEASE be nice to Daddy, no matter what he does. I'm sorry I'm such a wimp. I guess I'm not the alpha male you think I am."

"We're here for each other, Lucas. We love each other and there are always ups and downs. As for being a wimp, I've shed my share of tears in front of you and you've always held me and told me everything would be okay. Now I'm telling you that I'm going to make everything okay."

"I'm so, so sorry I said that awful thing to you about crying. I could've ripped my tongue out. I was so upset all night long I was ready to do away with myself for hurting you so. "

"Ssshhh, don't ever say anything like that again. EVER. I'm all right, I told you. I love you and we had a fight. Now we're making up. And I love you more than I ever did."

"I know I'm not what you bargained for, Tom. You'll never understand my family and you shouldn't be here."

Lucas was really hurting and he couldn't stop apologizing, pleading with me. In all the time I'd known him I'd never seen him out of control and it was because of his father, the people in this house. Even more so, it was because of me. I'd outed us and put him in this untenable position.

"Lucas, abuse is a terrible thing but we can get beyond this. Just take my hand and trust me, I'll help you."

"I think we're beyond help."

"I wanted to beat the shit out of Merry yesterday because of the way he screamed at you and you took it like a scared little boy."

"Mama calmed him down, Tom. She always does. And now David's here."

"I'm not going to pass judgment on your mother because I don't know what she's been through but I don't like it, any of it."

"I'm not stupid, Tom. I know most of the fault's mine. The worst of it is that I thought we deserved it, that Daddy was in the right to yell like he did. Even I know that's not right."

"Lucas, I think almost anyone would be afraid of Merry when he gets worked up, most certainly little kids growing up."

"Daddy was never really abusive. Or Mama either. You just have to understand he has such high standards and I fell short of them a lot. He only whipped me when I needed it. And it's kind of hard to be the kid of a football hero and know you'll never be as good as him."

"Fuck his goddamn motherfucking standards! I'm going to say this because I love you more than anything, Lucas. You seriously need therapy to get over this and I'll go with you."

"NO, I can't do that! Mama and Daddy would find out! I can't tell anyone. I'll be all right."

My beloved Lucas was shaking a leaf, terrified. I'd come into a world where I was totally out of my depth. Totally. I didn't know what to do, where to turn except to hold him and comfort him.

"We just need to take David and get out of here, Tom. Everything will be all right. And I'm sorry I walked out on you last night."

Lucas was now a shadow of the man I loved. When I looked at him physically he was the same but when I looked into his eyes, when he spoke he was now a different man, a frightened man. I kissed the palm of his hand gently.

"I was miserable last night, knowing we'd fought because of your family. I wanted to come find you but you were so angry and I thought you might need some alone time, some time away from me."

"I was sick with worry all night. I wanted to beg you not to leave me and I wanted to smack you for throwing me out of my room."

I burst out laughing.

"I think I would've felt better if you'd come in the room and punched me a good one. Lucas, we'll always have arguments but we've got to promise each other that we'll never let other people come between us again. And we always need to sleep together, mad or not."

"I promise," he whispered. "I'll never walk out on you like that again."

"Even if you have to punch me out."

"I'd never hit you in anger, Tom, never. I won't live like that anymore, not with you."

"You're right. But we can still spank each other when we fuck, can't we?"

"Only if we kiss ass afterward," he laughed softly. "I like it when you spank me, Tom.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to have him, to take us out of this place emotionally. I ripped his robe off and pushed him face down on the bed, kissing his ass. I pulled his cheeks apart and licked between them, starved for him.

"I love your ass. I think about your ass all the time, in class, in public, everywhere. I can't keep my eyes off it, baby."

"More than my cock?"

"Maybe," I panted.

I wanted him, to fuck him, to make all of this go away and I knew he wanted me too.

He tried to turn over and I held him down.

"Tom, we can't do this in James' room. I want you but we need to go to my room. James could be here at any time and he'll come to his room to put his stuff down."

"Okay, let's go."

I kissed his ass again, a loud smacking kiss and slapped it hard.

"I want to fuck you so let's get out of here. We need to make love and forget about all this other shit."

"You go and I'll be there in a few minutes. I need to straighten up his room so it's neat again. I don't want him to walk in and find his room a mess."

"I'll help you."

"No, I'll do it, it'll be faster. Go get ready for me. It'll only be a couple of minutes."

I kissed his face tenderly and stood up.

"Don't be long, Lucas, I want you with me."

I walked down the hall to his bedroom and thought I heard a door close. Someone was watching.

I was naked in bed, jacking my cock when he came in. He locked the door and took off his robe, dropping it to the floor. His face, his tall muscular body, it was all flawless, like the perfect male model, the ideal movie star, and he made me absolutely crazy with lust for him.

"You make me crazy when you're naked and you know it. That sexy hairy body of yours, I just want to lick you all over."

"I'm glad you like it," he grinned.

"Come over here and love on me."

He crawled in the bed and cuddled close to me.

I licked his neck and he laughed softly.

"You drive me wild, Lucas. You must be a witch."

"Warlock," he laughed.

I bit his neck and he moaned.

"I'm all yours. Do what you want to me," he moaned softly.

"I want to lick you all over. I worship you, baby."

I licked and sucked his nipples.

"I don't think you realize how much I adore you, Tom. You're my whole life. I've got a lot of failings but one thing's for certain. I love you."

I licked and chewed his chest hair and started downward. He pulled my head gently back up to his face.

"Not yet, lover. I want you to kiss me, bite me. Cover me with your lips and show everyone I belong to only you."

I kissed his face and neck, licking him, biting him gently, and sucking his skin. His fingers toyed with my hair and teased my face as I feasted on him. I held him tight in my arms, our cocks pressed against each other, our legs entwined.

After marking his neck I licked and kissed down his chest and stomach, chewing on the hair I was obsessed with. I sucked his nipples until they were erect and perfect dark circles. Then I kissed down to his cock. I moved it aside with my nose and buried my face in his thick pubic curls.

I licked and sucked on his pubic hair until it was wet, then sucked his balls one at a time, rolling each one around on my tongue. Lucas' body was on fire, quivering with desire. I licked his perineum down to his asshole, then kissed down his legs to his feet. I kissed each one and licked them.

Our eyes locked together, love flowing between them like lightning. His cock was throbbing and I pushed his legs onto his stomach, exposing his beautiful asshole. I wanted to taste his ass, to kiss it, to fuck it with my tongue until it opened like a rose.

"I'm going to cum, Tom," he gasped.

I put my lips over his cock and sucked, my tongue swirling around the head, pushing into his slit. I put two fingers in his asshole, scissoring them, and rubbing his sex button.




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 10



"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he gasped.

And then his entire body was quivering with his orgasm. He shot hot blasts of cum into my mouth and his hole clenched my fingers tighter with each ejaculation.

"Fuck me, Tom, fuck me hard. Make me yours," he begged.

I put lube in his ass and put my cock at his entrance, teasing his hole. He pushed himself against me, sucking my cock deep into him.

My muscles trembled and we moved as one. I pushed in and out of him slowly as his body shivered with passion. He wrapped his hairy legs around me and put his heels on my ass, pulling me deep into him.

His ass was hot inside and tight as I slid in and out of him. It was ecstasy to fuck him, to feel him squeeze my cock tight with his muscles. His cock was rock hard and throbbed every time I pulled out and slammed back into him.

He pulled my head to him and bit my neck, kissing it, marking me as his. I pulled my cock completely out of him and slammed it back into him, over and over.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he begged.

My body tensed and my muscles hardened. My back arched and I made one final thrust deep into him. My cock jerked hard and began to shoot cum into him, so many shots I lost count. Lucas came again, his cum shooting all over us.

I collapsed onto him, my head on his shoulder. I gently nibbled on his earlobe with my lips.

"It's never been better than that. I love you more than ever, baby."

"Does that mean you forgive me?" he whispered.

"Don't make me spank you right here in this bed," I laughed softly.

"I like it when you spank me, Tom. One day you're going to have to really spank me. I'd like that," he moaned.

I kissed down him again, then lifted his legs. I kissed his ass and drank my cum from his asshole. His cock began to get erect again.

I kissed his lips, sharing the cum with him. We lay side by side, exhausted by the hot passion of our fuck. My heart was so full of love for him I thought it would explode. My dear, sweet Lucas, complex and passionate. He'd been so protective of me until we came to this house. Now I needed to protect him.

I held him in my arms as he fell asleep, his face on my chest, his arm around me. I watched him sleeping, realizing that he was much more than I'd realized, a multifaceted treasure. As he slept he looked so innocent and trusting, like a child sleeping in the peaceful knowledge that I was protecting him and that he was safe. 

He stirred and yawned. Then he opened his sleepy dark brown eyes and smiled at me. He took my hand and kissed the palm.

"Hey, baby," he yawned. "I love you."

I tenderly brushed his hair off his forehead.

"I love you more."

"I love you most," he grinned.

He sucked my nipples.

"There's no milk in them" I teased.

"I get my nourishment further down."

His hand grasped my cock, hard again, wanting his touch.

"You have such a big cock," he whispered. "I'm jealous."

"Why? It belongs to you."

"I know," he grinned.

He kissed down my stomach and licked the slit. I grabbed his head.

"Sorry, baby. I've got to pee so bad I'm about to die. I'm gonna wet the bed if I don't go."

"Pee in my mouth," he giggled. "I'll drink your pee."

"You can't swallow fast enough," I laughed. "And I don't think your mother would appreciate my ruining the mattress."

I got out of the bed and raced to the bathroom.

"Wait. I'm coming with you."

We held each other's cocks as we peed in the toilet and then he licked his fingers.

"I can't believe you did that," I laughed.

"Why? I suck your dick after you've peed," he grinned.

"Don't get any ideas about wiping my ass, asshole."

"I would if you needed me to," he teased. "I lick your ass all the time. I think I could stand to wipe the shit off it."

"Get in the shower, Lucas Blake. This conversation has gone far enough, you pervert, TOO far."

He burst out laughing and I pulled him to me, squeezing his head against my chest.

"Okay, horn dog, I let you sleep late and we need to go face your family," I said. "James is probably here now."

We bathed each other and Lucas teased me, taunting me sexually, but we were done in a record five minutes. 

When we walked into the bedroom he looked over at the clock and it was ten fifteen. I hadn't realized how late it was. He panicked but then he laughed, a strange bitter laugh that I'd never heard from him.

"Oh, my god, Tom, we fucked through breakfast. We've got to go down so I can spend some time with James."

"Once more into the flames I go."

"No, not this time. If there are any flames I'll go into them. My family is finished with hurting you, Tom. You just stay out it, do you hear me? You don't say anything."

I laughed, happy that his mood had changed for the better.

"I don't care what they say, Lucas. I've got you and that's all that matters."

"I hope I'm worth it. I promise I'll try not to disappoint you."

"I'm afraid I overdid it with your neck," I apologized.

He looked in the mirror.

"I don't care. I want them all to know I belong to you."

"And I belong to you, Lucas."

We dressed each other, teasing each other's bodies. He turned to me as he put his hand on the doorknob.

"I'm begging you, Tom. Please be nice and stay out of it if anything happens. I'll take care of it and David will be there."

We walked down the stairs and I heard voices from the living room. I took a deep breath and I heard him do the same. We walked into the living room together, hand in hand. They were all sitting there, his mother and father, David, Sally, and James. James walked over and hugged Lucas. He looked at his neck and smirked.

"I can see what you two have been up to this morning," James laughed. "No wonder you missed breakfast."

He turned to me and shook my hand.

"Tom, I'm James Blake, Lucas' big brother," he grinned. "One of them."

"I'm glad to meet you."

Merry looked at Lucas' neck and I could see fury in his eyes. Somehow I didn't think he was going to be nice to me. At least not on that particular day.

Suddenly I remembered what Lucas had said about them being different and I was struck with way this family looked, how clearly unlike they were. Sally and James were light like Merry, with blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, as if they were of Scandinavian heritage. They were not unattractive but you wouldn't give any of them a second look.

Ronnie was an incredibly beautiful woman, so beautiful that it would almost take your breath away. She had long dark brown hair, so dark it looked black and the same dark eyes, mesmerizing eyes. Her skin was as if she had a permanent dark tan, making her look exotic.

David and Lucas looked just like her, handsome masculine versions of their mother. Both of them were more than handsome, they were beautiful. Tall and muscular with the same dark brown hair and eyes as their mother. If there wasn't eight years separating them, they could've been twins. 

I blushed at the disloyal thought that I wanted to see David naked, to fuck him, to take Lucas and him to bed together. I was sexually attracted to both of them.

Ronnie and Sally were as different as day and night. Ronnie was wearing a scarlet red dress with a matching dark scarlet lipstick. It was as if she sucked all the light from the room and it was focused on her. Her daughter Sally looked pale and washed out compared to her. I could only imagine what it must have been like for her to grow up in the shadow of this goddess.

"I'm so glad to see you two made up," Ronnie smiled enigmatically. "Arguments come and go in a relationship, what's most important is that you make up and put it all behind you. Everything better this morning?"

"Yeah, Mama," Lucas laughed. "Everything's much better."

"Tom," David said. "You're not used to us and the way we are. I'm afraid I upset you yesterday and I want to apologize again. You love my little brother and that's the most important thing. Just keep him happy like he is now and you'll keep me off your back."

Merry snorted. His mood was hostile.

"You look like a queer whore, Lucas, with those disgusting hickeys on your neck," Merry said viciously.

He looked at me, his fierce eyes striking fear in my heart.

"And YOU!" he spat out savagely. "You turned my son into a fucking faggot! I should kill you."

"Daddy, we're in love," Lucas said defiantly. "I don't understand you Daddy. All of you love Millie and she's a lesbian."

"Millie's my fucking niece, not my SON!" he screamed.

Merry stepped quickly across the room and slapped Lucas with the back of his hand, almost knocking him down. I saw the blood appear instantly on Lucas' lips.

"YOU FILTHY QUEERS!"

I'd had enough and I swung at Merry, determined to knock him on his ass.

"NO, TOM, NO!!" Lucas screamed. "HE'LL KILL YOU!!"

Lucas knocked me to the floor with a power I never dreamed he had and he attacked Merry. Then Merry had him in his grip and Lucas was on his knees in pain.

"I'm going to show both of you faggots what a real man is like!" Merry snarled. 

He slapped Lucas again and Lucas said nothing, didn't make a sound, he didn't even struggle. Merry's eyes burned into mine with hatred as he held Lucas in his iron vise. 

"Stop it, Daddy," David said coldly. "Let go of him!"

Suddenly the room reverberated with the blast of a gunshot and the huge vase on the mantle exploded into a thousand pieces. Merry looked at her, fear mixed with loathing in his eyes. I turned and Ronnie was holding a pistol in her hand. She had a proud chilling look in her eyes.

"What have I told you about hitting my son, Merry? Let him go now or the next bullet will go through your heart, you bastard."

Sally screamed and James caught her as she raced to her father.

David stepped in front of the gun, between Merry and Ronnie.

"I won't let you kill him, Mama. You're not going to prison for murdering him."

David took the pistol from his mother's hand and stayed between his parents. Suddenly Ronnie and Merry were screaming and cursing at each other. 

Mildred appeared at the door. She didn't seem shocked at all.

"Did we have a gun cleaning accident again?" she asked dryly.

"It's all right, Mildred," Ronnie said coolly. "We're fine. Get lunch ready."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mildred calmly left the room as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

The front of Lucas' shirt was covered with his blood, his mouth was bleeding profusely, and his eyes told me to stay away from him. I stayed on the floor where he'd thrown me down, paralyzed in this crazed family fight.

"Lucas, take Tom and go to your room and stay there. Now," David ordered. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Lucas didn't argue. He took my hand and pulled me up. We walked out of the room quickly. He didn't say anything, just walked up the stairs, expecting me to follow. 

He closed the door to his bedroom after we entered and walked into his bathroom. He washed his mouth out with water and put a washcloth over his busted lip, applying pressure. I was stunned at his calmness. He'd been almost hysterical this morning and now it was as if none of it had happened. 

"What the hell just happened, Lucas?"

I was almost in shock. Lucas pointed to his covered mouth and shook his head. There was a small couch and a chair in his bedroom. He motioned for me to sit on the couch and he sat in the chair. He glanced at me but wouldn't look at me directly.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and David entered. He put the pistol on the dresser and walked over to Lucas.

"Let me see it," he said softly.

He took the washcloth from Lucas' and examined his mouth.

"You don't need stitches this time. You already know that lip injuries can bleed worse than the injury is."

He took the bloody washcloth and put a clean dry one over Lucas' mouth.

"Press it firmly, not too hard. It should stop bleeding in a few minutes."

Suddenly tears streamed down Lucas' cheeks and David hugged him. I sat on the couch, still in shock at the violence in this family.

"It's going to be okay, Lucas," David said gently to his brother. "Ssshhhh, I love you, little man."

He turned to me.

"Tom, pack your things, I'm going to take you to the airport. I've got a shift at the hospital tonight anyway."

"Without Lucas?"

"No, you misunderstood. Lucas is going too."

He looked at Lucas.

"Lucas, can you make sure he packs everything for you?"

He'd stopped crying. He nodded his head and stood, pointing me to the suitcases.

"What the hell just happened here, David?"

"Tom, please. For Lucas' sake, if you love him just let it go and never talk about it to anyone outside this house. It's a family matter and I'll talk to you about it on the way to the airport."

Suddenly I understood Lucas much better. The longer I'd lived with him the more I'd sensed that there was much more to him than the strong silent type he let everyone see. Lucas had a complex emotional side to him that I knew absolutely nothing about.

David took the pistol and left. I packed as Lucas pointed out things that needed to be put in the suitcases, things I might have forgotten without him. About ten minutes later he walked into the bathroom and examined his lip. He threw the two bloody washcloths into the trash basket. He got a fresh one but didn't put it to his mouth.

"I think it's stopped bleeding," he said softly. "I just need to be careful not to open it up again."

His lips were swollen.

"Lucas, what's going on? Is this the kind of childhood you had?"

"Tom, can we just let it go for now? Please be calm when we go to leave. Daddy probably won't be there but if he is don't talk to him, don't even look in his eyes. Mama will be there so he'll leave us alone."

Lucas had not wanted me to here. Then he'd warned me before I got to the house not to get involved, to just keep my mouth shut, and at last I knew why. The place was a hotbed of fiery emotions. I didn't know how the others were going to act when we went downstairs but somehow I knew that Ronnie would be as cool as an Arctic breeze.

Lucas removed his bloody clothes and took a quick shower. David came in as Lucas was drying off and neither of them seemed embarrassed by his nudity. 

"My twin," David smiled. "We're just alike, aren't we?"

"Except I've got a bigger dick," Lucas teased.

"In your dreams, little man," David laughed.

David helped Lucas dry his back, humming 'God Bless America'. I thought was I going to be sick and vomit at this total insanity.

Lucas had a fresh change of clothes on the bed that hadn't been packed and he dressed quickly.

"Are you two ready to go?" David asked.

"Yeah," Lucas replied. "Is Mama okay?"

"Yeah, she's her usual unconcerned self, like she doesn't give a shit. James and Daddy left in his car."

"Sally?"

"She's with Mama. She's cooled down now and is like she always is, just like Mama, totally unconcerned."

"And Mildred?"

"She's got lunch ready. I had her make you a chicken salad sandwich. It'll be cold and that's best. Something hot might make your lips bleed again."

"It's okay. Mildred makes the best chicken salad in the world."

"Yeah, she does," David grinned. "She's made me some for supper tonight and I'm taking them in a cooler to the hospital tonight."

I was amazed how composed the two of them were. When we walked downstairs for lunch Ronnie and Sally were just as David had said, cool, calm, talking about going dress shopping. Mildred was the same way, laughing as she served us. It was as if it was a normal Sunday lunch and I sat there, quiet, in total shell shock.

I couldn't imagine what it must be like to live like this family lived. As we sat at the table eating I was again struck by the remarkable similarity in the appearance of Ronnie, David, and Lucas. I watched them in silence as they interacted, dumbfounded by their unbelievable beauty and their almost chilling laughter in the face of what had just occurred.

I looked closely at Sally, now more aware than ever that she didn't even resemble her mother. The blond hair, the blue eyes, she was a female version of her father. She talked on and on about new dresses, a hair appointment, nothing of any consequence, and we all just listened. She behaved like just another spoiled rich girl, concerned only about herself.

The Sunday meal ended and it was time to leave. Our suitcases were by the door. 

Ronnie was charming as we left.

"Tom, you really must come again with my son. We're normally a very peaceful family," she laughed. "Nothing to be afraid of."

"I appreciate your hospitality, Mrs. Blake," I said politely.

"Ronnie, remember," she smiled. "No one calls me Mrs. Blake. That's Merry's mother. Not me."

"Yes, you really need to visit again, Tom," Sally echoed her mother. "You need to see us at our best. I'm afraid you and Lucas gave us something of a shock with your news."

"I'll say," David grinned. "Well, we need to get out of here, Mama. You know how Atlanta traffic is, particularly around the airport."

Mildred appeared in the foyer to say goodbye. Lucas and David kissed their mother and sister on the cheeks and then we went to the car. Nothing was said for the first ten minutes or so and I could tell neither Lucas nor David wanted to talk. I sat in the back seat and looked at the scenery such as it was until we hit the interstate. Then David spoke.

"Tom, I guess you're wondering about our family and I'm going to tell you this in confidence since you're marrying Lucas. You're still going to marry him, right? We haven't scared you off, have we?" he laughed.

Lucas turned and looked at me from the front seat, a frightened look in his eyes. I reached up and touched his face gently.

"I love him and a family squabble can't change that."

Lucas looked relieved and I felt sick in the pit of my stomach that he was worried that I would leave him.

"Did you notice the difference in the physical characteristics in our family, Tom? Me, Lucas and Mama? Daddy, Sally, and James?"

He looked at me in the rear view mirror and I nodded.

"I'll try to make a long story short. Mama's a Van Buren from Boston. She has a half-sister named Constance, same father, different mother, and Constance is Millie's mother. Mama's mother, our grandmother, is a Roma from Hungary. You know, a Gypsy. That's why our coloring is different. The Van Buren family is Dutch and their coloring is light like Daddy's but Mama took after Grandmother. Lucas and I took after Mama and our real father. "

"Gypsies? Your real father?"

Lucas said nothing and David continued.

"Our real father was Mama's on again off again lover, a man named Bela Kadar, another Gypsy from Hungary that Grandmother had introduced Mama to. Mama got pregnant by him, then broke up with him. She married Merry Blake right after that with him not knowing she was pregnant with me." 

David and Lucas laughed softly, knowingly.

"Merry's always been Daddy to us. Mama and Merry had James and then later on a visit to Boston to see our grandparents she saw her old lover Bela and got pregnant by him again. That was Lucas, born four years after James, eight years after me. Then four years later, Sally was born, Merry's daughter."

I sighed and they laughed.

"A tangled web, right?" Lucas snickered.

"Do you and Lucas know your real father?"

"No, he was killed in knife fight two years after Lucas was born so we never knew him. Over a woman," David laughed.

"I take it that Merry found out that you and Lucas are not his children?"

"Oh yeah," David laughed. "He found out all right, right after Sally was born. While he was in the family doctor's office the nurse said something to Daddy about me and Lucas being adopted. The stupid woman had noticed that Lucas and I have a blood type that totally excludes Daddy as being our natural father. A total cluster fuck screw up."




The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 10



I whistled and couldn't help but laugh, imagining that bastard Merry's face when he found out.

"Go ahead and laugh, Tom," David said sarcastically. "It was a barrel of laughs when Daddy stormed in the house and confronted Mama. She didn't even deny it, she laughed at him."

"Daddy beat Mama up," Lucas said. "She had to go to the ER and the police arrested him but as soon as the doctor fixed Mama up she went to the jail and got Daddy out. She threatened to sue the police for false arrest and the whole thing went away. Nobody wanted to mess with Mama and her money."

"My God, this sounds insane, Lucas. It's like being in hell. How old were you when this happened?"

"Lucas was four," David said. "Like I said, there's four years between each us. I was twelve, James was eight, and Sally was about six weeks old."

"Why do your parents stay together? I'd think they'd get a divorce."

"Not them. Daddy's insanely in love with Mama, jealous as hell of her, and he'd never let her go. And she's the same way about him. It's like they're co-dependent psychos, loving and hating each other at the same time," David explained. "It's not so bad, about ninety percent of the time they're like a pair of lovebirds."

"Merry treats you and Lucas like shit. And your mother stands by and lets him do it."

"Lucas more than me. I was twelve when it happened and Daddy loves me as his oldest son. He believed Mama when she told him she didn't know she was pregnant when she married him. But Lucas? He raised Lucas as his son and he loves him in his own way. But every time he looks at Lucas he sees the evidence of Mama cheating on him and he can't stand it, particularly when he's drunk."

"I told you, Tom, David's always protected me, always."

"What about your mother?" I asked bitterly. "Where's she in all this? Why does she let Merry treat Lucas this way?"

"Most of the time Mama's blind to how Merry treats us," David said. "It's hard to explain, Tom, you've seen her. Sometimes it's like she's an ice queen, lost in her own world of glamour. Her obsession with her work. And her goddamn charities. If Daddy goes too far she's like a lioness protecting us but her idea of too far leaves a lot to be desired."

"I guess I'm just going to have to spit this out because I don't get it," I said. "With all the money you people have why do you all work so hard?"

Neither David nor Lucas answered. They just laughed, as if it was a joke between the two of them.

I couldn't understand this family. They were all incredibly rich, competitive, more than well educated, and seemed to thrive in their cruel cocoon. I couldn't believe this kind of complacent abuse where everyone knew it was happening but no one seemed to care. It was baffling to me that adult children still allowed their parents to control their lives.

What adult child allows their father to beat them and bloody their lip and then acts almost as if it was nothing, just calmly accepts it?

"Are you okay, Tom?" David asked, grinning. "You're awfully quiet."

"I don't really know, David. All I know is I'm going to marry Lucas and if Merry ever hits him like that again I'll kill him."

"And then you'll go to prison," Lucas said harshly. "And what good will you be to me there? My family is my family and you just need to stay out of it. We won't be coming here that much."

"What if your father stops giving you money or leaves you two out of his will? Or doesn't allow you to come back to the house again?"

"It'll never happen," David laughed. "The family trust fund comes from Granddaddy Van Buren. The trust fund is for Grandmother, Constance and Millie, Mama, and her four children. And the house belongs to Mama. Daddy has his own money but the Blake money's a pitiful drop in the bucket compared to the Van Buren's."

"So he's not in the family trust?"

"Hell, no," David laughed. "Daddy has to work to support his lifestyle. The Blakes are rich but not enough to support Daddy's extravagance. He's made a lot of bad investments and it's why Mama owns the house. And she won't give him a goddamn dime."

"James and Sally are in the trust," Lucas explained, "but Granddaddy set it up so they'll never have any power over it. He was determined that Daddy would never get any control over the trust. Millie, David and I'll manage it after Mama and Constance die. It's why there's friction between me and David and Sally and James."

Lucas had said it was complicated. No wonder David had grilled me worse than Merry. Merry had just been a bastard about us being gay, about its effect on his reputation. David had delved into my character to make sure I was good enough for Lucas.

David walked us into the airport and kissed Lucas' cheek, telling him to take care of his lip and to call him the next day. 

"Tom, I'll tell you again. Lucas needs special care from you and you'd better treat him right."

He spoke in a lighter tone but I knew he meant it. I understood now that David was Lucas' protector; that he'd taken care of him all his life while his self-absorbed parents ignored their parental responsibilities. And Lucas was equally as protective of David. These two brothers loved each more than anyone else did in that bizarre family.

It was clear that David was the only ally Lucas and I had in the Blake household.

Lucas was exhausted, emotionally drained, and slept through most of the flight back to New Hampshire while I watched over him. He was so masculine, at six five an imposing man, but when sleeping he was like a sweet boy. My thoughts raced as I looked at him. 

The He-Man of the campus who was always so calm had another side to him that I didn't understand, a side accustomed to violence and turmoil. Beneath his usual tranquil demeanor was a man that I didn't even know.

I knew I was arrogant and self-centered and being the one that protected him was new to me. I'd always known that others took care of me, catered to my needs, and I'd accepted it as my due. That was going to change because Lucas needed me more than ever, even if I was unsure how to handle him.

Hank Rydell and Larry McEvers met us at the airport.

"So how did it go down in Georgia, Tom? Did Lucas show you all the sights?" Hank joked.

"It was all right. Lucas' family is very much like my own. Two older brothers and a younger sister."

"And his father? A little birdie said that he's not too happy with you."

I was shocked. Had the news traveled that fast? Merry must have called someone, probably Sanders. I wouldn't have put it past him to call to deliberately embarrass Lucas. And me. I decided to blow it off.

"Nonsense. We got along fine after we crammed the news that we're gay down their throats," I laughed. "Who WOULDN'T want to hear that kind of news from their son and his lover?"

"It's a wonder that you made it back alive," Larry said. "Georgia's not a good place to be gay. They still hang gays, don't they?"

"We got out of there before that," I kidded.

"Just so you know, Lucas, Coach Sanders told Hank this morning that your father's ready to kick you out and disinherit you if you don't forget about Tom and this gay stuff. He thinks Tom turned you gay."

I could see the embarrassed flush on Lucas' face. There was no doubt at all that Merry had called Sanders. It was amazing how gossip traveled on the weekends among dorm residents.

Apparently Merry wanted everyone to think he controlled the money, that he could disinherit Lucas and throw him out. His arrogance was infuriating and then I was hit with the realization that I was as arrogant as Lucas' father. The pot can't call the kettle black.

"Something else, Lucas," Larry added, "Sander is saying your family's really rich. Everybody knows Tom's a rich doctor's son but is it true your father's a multi-millionaire?"

"Daddy was in the NFL for nine years. Yeah, he's got a little money but he's not a multi-millionaire. He played before the big contracts."

He shot me a warning look. I doubted anyone on campus knew anything about the Van Buren family trust money.

"Coach Sanders says it's a lot more than that. He says you come from old money, that your family owned plantations and hundreds of slaves."

Lucas burst out laughing.

"My family didn't even move South until after World War II. Daddy and Mama's families are both originally from Boston. And Mama's family still lives there."

"Well, the plantation story will probably be all over campus by six o'clock tomorrow evening," Larry laughed. 

Lucas sighed. "It's just something else for me to have to deal with."

We'd arrived at our apartment and Hank and Larry let us out.

"We'd stay," Hank said solemnly, "but we're headed to church."

We all hooted.

"Church? You two must be hot to trot after a couple of girls," I snorted.

"You got us dead to rights," Larry snickered. "Hank and I met a couple of girls in the cafeteria and when Hank asked Shirley out she said she'd meet him at the Methodist church service tonight. Her friend Lorene asked me if I wanted to come so I'm going along to."

I rolled my eyes.

"You do know your chances for any nooky are next to none with these girls unless you want to marry them."

They both laughed and Larry shot me a bird. Hank tooted the horn and they left. Lucas and I went into the apartment to find two ecstatic puppies.

"I've missed my boys. Come to daddy."

I was touched at Lucas' joy at seeing the puppies. I took our luggage to the bedroom and unpacked while I listened to his delighted shrieks as the puppies crawled all over him. I was so happy to hear him having fun but my own emotions were mixed. I didn't know how to protect Lucas from his family and the worst thing was that he didn't seem to want me to.

I went back into the living room to find him on the floor barking like a dog, causing the puppies to bark back at him.

"What would you like for supper, Bruiser?" I asked jokingly.

"We're both tired, baby. Why don't we order out?"

"What would you like?"

"Whatever you want, baby."

He was always so good to me, so loving, and catering to my needs. Now a vital buffer in our relationship had been ripped away and could never be replaced. I cursed myself for going with Lucas this weekend, for exposing his family secret when I knew he hadn't wanted me to. 

I left him with the puppies and went to get my wallet. As I walked back into the living room I looked over at Lucas and I could see the sadness in his face. I walked over and took him in my arms. I kissed his lips gently and held him tight.

"You've got to let it go, baby. It's over and done with. We're home."

"I feel so bad, Tom. I didn't stand up for you and you always take care of me. Remember how you wanted to smash Tommy Brewer into the floor? I didn't do that for you. I'm guilty of abandoning you."

I took him over to the couch and sat down, holding him in my arms like a mother holds an infant, kissing his handsome face.

"What am I going to do with you, baby? I love you and what happened is over. You're the strong one, the He-Man of the campus, so don't fall apart on me. What'll I do without you to take care of me?"

"Tom, I need you so much. I feel so bad about letting you go to Georgia with me. You told our families that I'm the strong one but I'm not. I rely on you more than you..."

His voice cracked. I cradled him closer to me.

"We hold each other up, baby. I need you and you need me. Now you've got to stop feeling so guilty about your family, sweetheart. It's okay. I'm all right and so are you."

"You're a sweet, gentle man, Tom, and I don't have the words to tell you how much I adore you."

"You just did and I love you too, baby. Just don't tell anyone else about the sweet and gentle part," I grinned.

He clung to me and I could see how torn up he was. He'd told me that he'd wanted to 'do away' with himself. I'd destroyed the world he'd so carefully created for himself and now I didn't want him to destroy himself.

"What can I say to you that'll make you feel okay, that'll put the behind us?"

He stood up quickly, stripped naked and pulled the belt from his pants.

"Whip me, whip me until I tell you to stop."

"Lucas, this is crazy. Sure I spank you when we're having sex but to whip you?"

"Whip me and then fuck me. I need to be punished for not standing up for you."

"I don't hold any of this against you. I love you. It isn't your fault."

"It is. I should have told them to go to hell."

"And you think being spanked will make you feel better? Spankings are only for when we're fucking, sweetheart. We're not going to confuse the two. I won't do it."

I looked into his beautiful dark brown eyes.

"So whip me and then fuck me. Right now. I want it."

"Really?" 

I was desperate, he wanted this. Maybe if I whipped him it might work. I was a wreck, not sure what to do. In desperation I decided to try it, to be severe with him, to whip him.

"I agree. You need your ass whipped," I said in my coldest voice. 

"Bend over my lap," I ordered.

He bent over complacently and I felt his erect cock pushing into my leg. I slapped his ass hard, leaving a red mark.

"You like this, Lucas? You want more? Tell me when you want me to stop."

"More. Don't stop until I tell you to, do you hear me?"

I spanked his ass with my hand over and over again until it was red and he kept begging for more.

He was jumping in my lap from the stinging, still begging for more, his cock poking hard into my thigh.

"You need to be whipped with the belt, don't you, Lucas?" I said, my voice like steel.

His ass was fiery red.

"Yes, I need to be punished. Use the belt. I want the belt."

"Get up and bend over the arm of the couch."

"Yes, sir."

He bent over the arm of the couch as I'd told him. I was beginning to regret this action but he was begging for it. I could hear the belt cut through the air as I struck him. It left a deeper red mark than my hand. He jumped and then collapsed over the arm again.

"Have you had enough? Have you been punished enough?"

"No, sir. I need more."

I whipped him until his breath was ragged. I wanted to cry in frustration at what I'd gotten myself into.

"Have you had enough?" I screamed at him.

"More, sir, please whip me more."

"Are you going to do it again, Lucas? Are you?"

I screamed so loudly I was afraid someone would hear.

"No, sir, no."

"Let's just make sure."

I whipped him more until his ass was fiery red, the belt marks now welts.

Then Lucas moaned and ejaculated, his thick white semen dripping down the side of the couch and pooling on the floor.

"No more. I'll be good. It'll never happen again, Tom. I swear it. Now fuck me. Please, sir."

I was astounded. My Lucas wanted me to whip him until he reached sexual gratification.

"Please, sir. Fuck my ass. Please. Fuck me hard."

I led him to the bed. The only way I could assuage my own guilt in this matter was to fuck him hard, to carry out our promise to kiss ass and fuck after spanking. I bent him over the side of the bed and spread his buttocks. I kissed his burning ass and licked his crevice, pushing my tongue in his hole.

"Now I'm going to fuck your ass and don't you cum until I tell you to. If you do I'll whip your ass again."

I took him without lube. Hard. I plunged into him all the way and he cried out.

"Fuck me, sir, fuck me hard."

I pulled my cock out of him and then slammed into him again, determined to fuck him until we both were satisfied. His ass was so red I hurt for him.

"Fuck me hard, sir."

I kept slamming my cock into him over and over again but I couldn't come. My cock was rigid but I couldn't ejaculate. I fucked him until my balls ached with pain from slamming into his body.

"I've got to cum, sir. I'm cumming."

"No, you're not, Lucas!" I yelled.

I pulled my cock out and slapped his ass again, hard.

"I told you not to cum until I tell you to."

I'd positioned him so his cock was hanging off the bed and I saw it lose its erection.

I entered his asshole again in one thrust and I knew that it was finally over, that I was going to cum at last. I fell over his back, my lips at his ear.

"I'm cumming but you can't cum until I tell you that you can," I groaned. 

My cum began to shoot into him. I pulled my cock partially out and continued to fuck him until I stopped cumming.

"Who's the man?" I hissed into his ear, biting his lobe hard. "And who's the bitch?"

"You're the man, Tom, you're the man. And I'm your bitch. I'll always be your bitch. You're the man," he whispered. "You're the man and I'm your bitch. Thank you for whipping me, Tom."

I rolled him over and knelt down. I sucked his cock into my mouth. I pushed his knees onto his stomach and slid my finger into his asshole, dripping with my cum. I fucked him with my middle finger, pressing against his prostate.

Lucas began to moan and it was as if he was having a seizure. His body began to shake as an electric current flowed between us. His cock unleased his cum in my mouth, one explosion after the other. There was so much cum I couldn't swallow it all and it flowed down my chin into his pubic hair and onto his balls.

Then his orgasm ended and his body began to quiet. I pushed him onto the bed fully and lay beside him, cradling him in my arms. I kissed his face gently, loving him, praying that he was all right now.

"Are you okay, baby?"

He nodded yes.

"Did I hurt you, sweetheart?"

He shook his head no.

"I needed to be punished. It didn't hurt."

"Liar. I know it hurt. It's going to take a few days for your ass to heal."

"It's okay. I deserved it."

"So do you feel guilty now that I've punished you?"

"I'm going to be okay. I'm glad you whipped me. Thank you."

"I don't want to have to do it again so don't be a bad boy anymore. You hear me?"

"I won't. I promise."

I began to cry myself, tears of love for him, tears of anguish, knowing in my heart the whipping wasn't about his guilt at all. It was about sexual gratification. Or was it? I wanted to scream in rage at what must have happened in his childhood. All I could do to help him was to love him unconditionally.

"I love you, baby. Do you know how much I love you? I'm so sorry I hit you."

"Don't be, Tom," he whispered. "I wanted it. I needed to be punished for not protecting you from Daddy."

I kissed his sweet face, awash with emotions I couldn't understand.

"I love you, baby."

I was crying silently.

"Yes, I know how much you love me," he whispered.

"And you love me more, right?" I laughed through my tears.

"I love you most."

We held each other until we'd both calmed down.

"I'm hungry. You want to order a pizza?" I asked him.

"That sounds good. We need to go play with the puppies. I think they were traumatized by you whipping me."

"They ran and hid in the kitchen. You're right, we need to check on them."

He stood up and went to the closet to get his robe.

"Give me mine, too, please."

I called for the pizza and then got on the couch to watch television. He lay with his head in my lap and I knew his ass was burning. I toyed with his hair, caressing his face.

"I love you so much, Tom. Thank you for whipping me. I was so bad, I failed you."

He pulled my robe open and kissed my thigh.

"I'll always be your bitch, Tom," he said softly.

"I'll always be your man and you know it."

He kissed and licked my thigh again.

"The pizza will be here in a few minutes, baby. You keep licking me and we're going to be fucking again."

"Beast," he laughed softly.

"Turn over and look at me, baby. Your sweet ass hurts, doesn't it?"

"It's okay, I wanted you to do it. I wanted it. I deserved it. I could've said stop anytime. I kept asking for more."

I lifted his body and turned him over so he was facing me, his face at my stomach.