The Naked Jock Chapter 2 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

It feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience right now. There’s no way I’m looking at one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen sitting naked right in front of me. I pinch myself just to make sure I’m not having a wet dream, then sit down on the couch—his body radiating heat like a furnace despite the fact that I deliberately left a space between us. 

I drag his file and my laptop out of my bag, trying my best not to stare at the erection that’s sitting against his stomach. It looks even bigger up close with a neatly trimmed bush at the base and perfectly smooth balls.

I open the file and stare at it pointedly. “So I uh, looked at your grades, and it looks like you’re struggling with some of your basic core classes like Intro to American Government and English 101, which is good cause I’m a PoliSci major and love writing. We’ll also work on your math class…” 

My heart stutters when he shifts over so that he’s right next to me, putting his muscular arm around my shoulders. “That sounds incredibly boring. How about we do something else today?” 

“Like what?” I breathe. 

Jake hums thoughtfully. “How about we get to know each other a little better? We might as well since you’re going to be tutoring me the rest of the semester.”

My body feels like it’s on fire, and any attempts to keep this professional went out the window the moment I stayed to watch him come all over himself. My mouth moves without consulting my head, or rather, the right head. “How do you propose we do that?”

He smiles seductively, and right then and there, I know he’s used that smile on more people than I’d like to know about. “I was thinking it would involve less of this,” he says, tugging at my shirt before sliding his hand down to palm my erection. 

I let him take the file from my hands, gently placing it and my laptop on the small table in front of us. He slips his hands under my shirt, fingers teasing the smooth skin of my frame until he’s dragging the shirt over my head. His eyes drink in my torso, and he licks his lips, smirking. “You’re a little skinnier than I’m used to, but this will be fun,” he says, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. 

“Fuck—you’re gay?” I gasp as he leans in and nips at my earlobe. 

He chuckles before pulling back, his hands moving down to undo the button on my jeans. “I’m bi,” he says, tugging on my pants, my hips lifting automatically to help him. I’m down to my underwear now, my socks and shoes pulled off by him when he bent over to completely take my pants off. 

There’s a big wet spot on my light gray boxer briefs, and the tent caused by my erection is as obscene as it gets. He pulls my underwear down, freeing my cock to slap against my stomach. Jake’s green eyes darken with lust as they rake over my naked body. “Not bad,” he murmurs. “I’m used to fucking athletes, but there’s something sexy about a nerdy twink like you.” 

My cock twitches and weeps precum down the side of my shaft. He gets closer to me until his lips capture mine in a searing kiss, his tongue probing against my lips until I open and let him ravage my mouth with his tongue. 

Every nerve ending in my body is on fire right now, and despite this being such a monumentally bad idea, I can’t stop myself from pushing him back until I’m climbing into his lap. Our cocks brush against each other, and then I’m grinding down on him, rubbing and pressing them together in the most delicious slide. 

He’s a lot bigger than I am, sporting a good eight inches compared to my almost six. Jake takes both our cocks into his fist and jacks them, his lips never leaving mine. We only pull away for air, which is when he says, “Tell me, tutor. How old are you?”

A whimper escapes me as he teases my slit with the ridge of his cock, spreading even more precum around. “I’m twenty,” I gasp. 

He hums contentedly, the sound reverberating through his chest. “I’ve never been with an older twink before.” He scrapes his teeth along my jawline. “I hooked up with lots of guys and girls back in high school, but most of them were either my age or a little younger.”

Jake spears his tongue into my mouth and uses his free hand to reach around and squeeze one of my cheeks. A ragged moan from me gets swallowed by his mouth. He pulls back again and chuckles. “This is going to be a fun relationship. You’re going to be my tutor, and I’m going to be your younger football daddy. How does that sound?”

Electric pleasure runs from the base of my spine all the way up. “That sounds wonderful.” I’ve officially lost my mind. I’ve never been so turned on by anyone before. My body is moving on its own, grinding and thrusting into Jake’s cock, his large frame engulfing mine. 

He lets go of our cocks and replaces his fist with mine, leaving me to jerk us together while both his hands go to my backside and pull apart my cheeks. He runs a finger over my entrance, lightly teasing it. 

The dual sensation of him playing with my hole while our cocks rub against each other, his crown snagging on mine each time I thrust up is too much for me. Blinding pleasure shoots through my body until I’m moaning and exploding hot ropes of cum all over his dick and lower abs. Jake follows me seconds later, coming for the second time in less than thirty minutes, adding to the mess I already made. 

We sit there for a while, my head resting on his shoulder, our chests rising and falling against each other in a tight embrace as we come down from our post-orgasmic high. 

When he finally lets go of my ass, I move back, grimacing at the sticky mess between us and sit next to him. “That was…”

“Incredible?” he asks. 

I laugh loud and disbelieving. “Incredible is an understatement.” I bury my face in my hands and realize too late that my palms are covered in our spunk. I jerk my hands away and whine, “Fuck! This is so fucking messed up.”

Jake chuckles and hands me a box of napkins from the table. “Relax, tutor. This was just a little getting to know each other session. The tutoring is going to go great from now on.”

I glare at him as my mind finally starts to work again. “First of all, my name is Oliver. Second of all, this,” I say, gesturing between us, “is never happening again.” I clean up as best as I can and quickly pull on my clothes. Grabbing my things, I stomp over to the door, then hesitate, and turn back around to see him still sitting there naked, looking perfectly comfortable with what just happened. “I’ll text you tomorrow so we can meet somewhere in public.” 

I spin away from his sexiness and grab the handle to the door, ready to rip it open when he calls out. “Oliver!” Against my better judgement, I turn to look at him again. He’s standing now, striding over to me. Jake closes the distance between us, and before I know it, he’s kissing me hard, causing my traitorous cock to stir again. He steps back, and that infuriatingly sexy smirk spreads across his face again. “You can say that this isn’t going to happen again, but we both know that’s a lie.” His voice gets deeper. “This is going to happen again and again and again. It’s going to happen so much that you’re going to be calling me your football daddy for the rest of your life.”