Straight A's | Trouble in Paradise E1 (Patreon)

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What can I say? I'm here to please the people. Welcome back to Straight A's! If you've never read it, you can do so here.

Short summary: Joseph (classic nerd) tutors Troy's (classic jock). Tale as old as time right? Except Troy's roommate Ben (classic asshole) gets involved and threatens the whole dynamic. Actually, some of you were ready to put your hands up to get rid of Ben haha. Anyway, Troseph figures it out, and Troy even moves in temporarily so he can be away from Ben.

And this is where we begin again...

From Troy’s POV

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I never left Joe’s place. It sort of just happened. I kept bringing more and more stuff over and we settled into a routine. Joe’s a good cook and it’s nice to have something besides a protein shake and random junk for dinner after practice. That was just one of the benefits of being there.

“Don't forget to put the laundry in the dryer, ok?” Joe says as he pulls on his socks clumsily. I swear he has two right hands or whatever. “We're out of towels.” 

“I'll do it.” I stretch. I have a late start to classes today so I can lie in for a bit longer. “Hey, come here.” He always puts his socks on before his pants and there's something sexy about the way it looks. Especially when he's wearing one of my shirts and it's basically a bag over him. 

Joe leans down and I pull him down onto the bed. He giggles as he fakes a struggle. “I'm going to be late for class!” 

“That's not so bad, is it?” He's easy prey to catch. We kiss and I contemplate if I should breed him before he goes. 

“It's an important one.” Joe gives me a last kiss before truly pulling away. “I'll see you tonight?” 

“I'll be here.” I lay back with my hands behind my head. This position always gets him looking at my pits. Although I don't get the obsession, I like how he looks at me. 

Shy, but hungry at the same time. Adoring, but primal all at once. 

“I hate you,” he says with a smile and a shake of a head. “Alright, bye!” He gives me a view of that sweet ass as he pulls on his pants. 

After he left, I closed my eyes for a little longer. A lot longer, I guess. I actually ended up missing that one class I had. 

Good thing I have a tutor at home, huh? I'm sure it'll all work out. 

After laying around some more, I decided to pull out the vacuum cleaner. I've seen Joe do it before, and it's honestly pretty sad to look at. You'd think he's wrestling with an anaconda from how unwieldy it looks. 

I actually like vacuuming. Any other chore can suck my balls, but vacuuming leaves the place feeling so satisfying to me. It's a small place, so I finished in no time. 

Nothing left to do but take another nap before practice tonight. I chose the couch this time since it was supposed to be a short sleep.

I woke up again to the sound of Joe coming in, and I realized it didn't end up being a very short sleep after all.

“Hey sleepyhead.” He leans down to kiss my temple and I keep my eyes shut. “Did you even go to your psych class?” 

“No,” I mumble and reach out to grab him from behind his knees. “Come cuddle.” 

“Hold on, one of my classmates brought a dog to class and now I have fur all over me. I'm gonna hop in the shower first. Don't you have basketball practice?”

“Shit.” I sit up quickly, making myself dizzy. “What time is it?” 

“You have time.” Joe gives me another kiss on the forehead. While I try to clear my eyes, he undresses and goes into the bathroom. After getting my legs in order, I change into my basketball gear and get ready to leave. 

Halfway through his shower, he calls out, “Troy! Can you grab me a towel?” 

Ah fuck… 

I open the washer and pull out a wet towel. “Fuck,” I mutter to myself. I rapidly throw everything in the dryer and put it on the maximum heat setting. 

“Troy?” Joe calls out again. 

“About that…” I peer into the bathroom and Joe turns off the water. The sound of the dryer running is pretty self-explanatory. 

His hair is completely flat, and without his glasses he could be a different person. “Troy!” He shakes out of his hair and comes out of the shower. “I told you we were out of towels.” 

“Sorry, Joe.” I make an apologetic face. “I vacuumed though.” 

Him shivering so hard made me feel bad, and I took off my jersey to wrap it around him. 

“It's clean.” 

“Yeah, I know. I'm the one who washed it,” Joe says as he wipes himself with it. “Not the best towel though.”

“Would a t- shirt be better?” I ask, watching his small frame shiver in front of me. 

“A towel would be better,” he snipes and then falls silent. “Sorry.”

“I'm the one that should be sorry.” I take the wet jersey from him and throw it in the corner. Then, I embrace him and feel his cold damp skin against mine. “I feel bad.” 

Joe cuddles into me and I let his cold hands find a warm pocket on my body. 

“It's okay.” He plants his face flat on my chest. “This is a bonus.” His hands creep into my basketball shorts and I jump at the cold sensation. 

“Hey!”

“This is what people do to avoid hyperthermia.” He giggles and I squeeze him tight. His hands wrap around my cock and balls and I shiver along with him. 

“Are you sure about that?” I bear the cold sensation for him.

“Maybe not exactly like this.” Joe says. My body reacts naturally to him, my cock lengthening as he plays with it. “Do we have time?” 

“Not really.” 

“Quick and dirty then?” He humps his boner on my leg as he asks. 

“What's gotten into you?” I shiver again, this time from the pleasure. He knows my dick so well now. The exact spot where he has his thumb is my weak spot. It’s the spot that makes me want to say yes to anything. 

“You know I've always loved you in your basketball uniform.” He looks up at me and I instinctively kiss him. 

“It's not a uniform. Uniforms are for dorks.” I close my eyes as he massages my magic spot. We kiss again, and I feel his body heating up against mine. 

“I guess I'm the dork,” he breathes into my mouth.

I make a grab at both of his damp asscheeks, now completely turned on by his advances. 

“This dork wants you to fuck him.” 

I lift him up easily and place him on the bathroom counter. He still has water dripping off parts of him, but I can tell he's not cold anymore. 

Joe spreads his legs seductively and looks at me with my favourite eyes. 

Submissive. 

Docile.

Ready. 

I slip off my basketball shorts and tap my wet cock on his exposed hole. It didn't need any spit, because he's turning me on so much. 

“OHHHhhHh…” Joe takes a big inhale as I pierce through him. 

“Oh Jesus…” I didn't expect it to go in that easily. 

He wants it.

I want it.

“Troy…” He wraps his legs around me and I sink balls deep into him. “Troy…”

“Fuck, this is so good.” I mutter, then kiss his neck. Not only is he tight like usual, he's burning hot today. 

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” he whispers in my ear. He leaves me just enough room with his legs to start rocking against him. 

“Oh my god…” My heart pounds quickly. “This is too good.” 

“Harder, Troy… harder!” Joe begs me and rubs my neck. 

“Joe… I can't…” I slow down, already feeling out of control. My cock feels like a conduction rod inside him, and his insides are lighting everything up. 

“I need it hard,” he whines and starts rocking his hips against me, giving himself what I'm not giving him. 

“Joe. Oh shit… Joe!”

“Don't cum yet… fuck me!” 

His hands are in my hair! 

His lips are on my earlobe! 

“Troy…fuck me!” 

“I can't hold it! I can't hold it! Fuck!” I let my body take over, thrusting into him at a quick rhythm as I zoom past the point of no return. “FUCK!!!” 

“Ah...AHh…ah!” Joe moans in my ear as I seed him. “More! I need more!” 

Thwack! 

“Oh fuck…” I groan as my sensitive cock forces me to pull out. Some of my cum spills out of him and onto the bathroom floor. 

“Fuck me, Troy. Please! Please!” 

I place my cock head back at his hole and my body doesn't let me go further. 

“Please!” Joe whines loudly. His hands desperately explore my neck and chest.

“Can I finger you?” I lean down to kiss him. He tastes like skittles and I don't know why. 

“No, I want to get fucked.” He grabs my cock and I whimper in his mouth. “This isn't like you.”

“Yeah… fuck...” I pull his hand off my over sensitive gland. “I blew a big one in you. Well, it’s all over the floor now.” 

“I can tell.” His eyes are still full of lust. He kisses me with passion, but my will to continue takes a nosedive as the post-cum feeling rushes my whole body. 

“I should go. Coach is gonna be pissed if I'm late again.” 

I hate hearing him whine like that. It means he's not satisfied.

“After practice, ok? I just need a little break.” 

“Ok,” he says with a little dejection in his voice.