The Naked Jock Chapter 3 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

The next morning, I text Jake to meet me at the library at noon so we can actually start his tutoring. Unfortunately, I also let it slip to my best friend and roommate, Liam, that I’m tutoring the sexy asshole, and he hasn’t stopped talking about him since. “I still can’t believe you’re tutoring Jake. That’s insane, bro!” Liam says for the millionth time today. 

I put my textbook down on the table with more force than necessary, causing a small thump to echo in the otherwise quiet section of the library we’ve been using. A couple students glare in our direction. “Can you please keep your voice down?” I hiss. “Also, since when do you care about football? You hate sports.” 

Liam blushes, fixing his wire-rimmed glasses after brushing back his midnight-black hair from his eyes. “I’m not interested in football. I’m interested in Jake. The guy is a hottie.” 

Guilt racks my brain as memories from yesterday flood my mind. I can’t blame Liam for crushing on Jake—he’s sexy as sin as far as football players go. Then there’s the whole confident jock thing he’s got going on, which I normally hate but can’t find myself doing this time around. Maybe it’s because I literally came all over him yesterday. “I’ll give you that,” I agree. “But he’s still a jock, and you know how jocks are.” 

Liam sighs, getting that dreamy look on his face whenever he thinks about cute guys. “I know, but if I were you, I’d be looking for every opportunity to ogle at him. I mean, have you checked out his Insta? The guy has so many thirst traps on there.” Liam taps on his phone and shows me Jake’s profile, and of course, it’s filled with shirtless pictures of Jake playing on the field or lifting weights. “Woah, look at this one.” 

Liam clicks on a video of Jake getting out of an ice bath. He’s in tight gray boxer briefs, and as Liam zooms in to his crotch, you can see a clear outline of his cock, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Fuck me,” I whisper. 

“I know, right? I wonder what he looks like without them.” 

I nod, not trusting myself to say anything as the visual of Jake’s hard cock from yesterday intrudes in my mind again, and I have to adjust myself discretely to stop my thickening cock from creating a tent in my sweats. 

“What are you guys looking at?” A voice says from behind us, causing Liam to yelp loudly and slam his phone face down on the table. 

We both turn to look, and to our horror, Jake is standing there in a white t-shirt that stretches across his chest and gray sweatpants. Ryan’s standing next to him in the exact same outfit with a smirk on his face that says they know exactly what we were looking at. 

Fucking hell. 

“OMG, you’re Jake and Ryan,” Liam whispers, his cheeks turning a shade of red that’s concerning. 

“We sure are.” Jake grins and extends his hand to Liam, who stands to shake it. “And you are?”

Somehow, the blush on Liam’s face gets deeper. “Uh, I’m Liam. Ollie’s best friend and roommate.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Liam.” Jake aims a charming smile at Liam, and for some God-forsaken reason, my stomach twists in knots, seeing the way he’s looking at him. But then, Ryan extends his hand to Liam and winks at him, introducing himself. 

I’d laugh at the entire exchange if it weren’t for the fact that Liam looks like he’s about to pass out in the middle of the library because two hot guys are talking to us. “Um, I should go. I have a class,” Liam says suddenly, packing up his things. I arch a brow at him because I know his schedule as well as I know my own, and he does not have a class right now. 

“Great,” Ryan says. “I’ll walk out with you.” Liam nods, the color in his face refusing to go back to normal. 

Jake and I watch them walk away while Ryan says something that causes Liam to laugh, earning him more glares as they walk by. Jake turns to me and whispers in my ear, “So, Ollie, did you recognize me with my clothes on?”

My cheeks burn as I sink into my chair, trying my best not to rip off his clothes in public. I need to shut this down before it gets out of hand. “Jake.” I glare at him, keeping my voice low enough that only he can hear. “This isn’t happening. I’m your tutor. I’m two years older than you. And you’re a football player.”

Jake chuckles and leans in closer until his face is just mere inches away from mine. A smile tugs at his lips as he whispers, “I fail to see what that has to do with anything, Ollie.” 

The use of Liam’s nickname for me shouldn’t be turning me on, but here I am with a half-chub. “Seriously, Jake, we can’t. Now, let’s get to work.” 

The smile vanishes, and he looks surprised as I open my laptop and navigate to the materials I need to go over with him. Just as I’m about to start explaining the basics of the U.S. Constitution to him, he closes the laptop lid on my hands, trapping them. “What the hell?” I glare at him. “Jake, move your hands. I can’t afford to buy a new laptop if this one breaks. I could barely afford to buy this one.” 

He looks at the old, beat-up laptop, his face impassive at first, then shifting back to a devilish smirk when he lets go of the lid. “Okay, but I want to set up some ground rules for us.”

“Ground rules? Like what?”

“Let’s see.” He hums thoughtfully, as if he’s actually thinking about this when I can damn well tell he already knows what he wants. “Every time I do well in a study session with you or get a passing grade on an assignment, I want a reward of my choosing.”

I balk at that. “No way. That’s not how this works. My job is to tutor you, not to spend money on you for doing well.”

He laughs, loud but wonderful, once again drawing the ire of our fellow students. “Oliver, I don’t want you to buy things for me. My reward will be more… interesting.”

Apparently, my brain decides to take a break from logic again because I find myself nodding along, desperate to hear him laugh like that again. “Okay, I agree. But let’s move somewhere else. I feel like we’re going to get kicked out if we stay here.”

After moving to the top floor of the library, we find a place all the way in the back where no one ever comes because it’s filled with outdated encyclopedias. Surprisingly, Jake actually lets me teach, and he follows along with relative ease. By the time I’m done with the lesson, he’s staring at me with rapt attention. 

“How are you so smart?” he asks, running one hand down my arm, his fingers hot on my skin. 

My breath catches as he moves lower until his hand is on my knee. “I, uh, I don’t know. I just study, I guess.” He’s looking at me the same way he looked at me yesterday, and I immediately know that I’m in trouble. 

He leans in close and kisses me softly. It’s sweet and tender, unlike the way he kissed me yesterday, but no less exciting. “Can I get my reward now?” he asks against my lips. 

“That wasn’t it?”

He chuckles and then gets underneath the table, moving between my legs. Jake tugs on my sweatpants, pulling them down with my underwear until they’re down to my ankles, putting my ass in direct contact with the hard wood of the chair. 

“Jake,” I murmur. “Someone’s going to see us.” 

He takes my semi into his hand, stroking it until it’s fully hard. “No one is going to see us, Ollie. Now, relax and enjoy my reward.”

He uses the flat of his tongue to lick a broad stripe on the underside of my shaft, causing me to gasp. This is so fucking stupid. We could get arrested or worse—expelled if we get caught. Then, it’s bye-bye law school. But the way he runs his tongue up and over my cock head has me willing to risk it all. 

He takes the tip into his mouth, sucking on it while his tongue flicks at my slit, lapping up my precum with expertise. My hands thread into his hair, curling it around my fingers as he takes more of my cock into his mouth. 

I know I’m not the biggest down there, but it’s surprising even for me when he swallows me whole, his nose pressing flat against my pelvis. No one has ever sucked me off like Jake, his tongue swirling around while his hands play with my balls, squeezing and tugging at them with just the right amount of pressure. 

Jake bobs up and down, making my shaft slick with his saliva and my precum. “You taste so fucking good,” he whispers, kissing the tip before deep throating me. He pulls off again with a pop. “Your dick is beautiful. Not too big and not too small, just perfect.” 

I don’t know what’s happening anymore, but between the way Jake’s talking and the way he’s sucking me, it’s enough to push me over the edge. I try to warn him I’m coming, but he stays on my dick, hollowing his cheeks as I explode in his mouth. He swallows rope after rope of cum shooting out of me, not letting a single drop of it escape. 

I have to push him off once I’m spent and oversensitive, and he helps me get my sweats back on, tucking my soft cock back inside with a gentle pat. I’m about to get to my knees and return the favor when he leans in and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his mouth.

When he pulls away, he whispers, “I have to go to practice now, but I want one more reward from you.”

“Anything,” I breathe. 

He smirks. “From now on, whenever we’re alone, I want you to call me Daddy.”

Jake leaves me sitting there—somehow still horny and desperate—looking at his tight ass sway with each stride as he walks away. 

I am so fucking screwed.