The Naked Jock

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

"Oliver, could you come into my office, please?" Mrs. Jackson, the director of the tutoring center, says, sticking her head into the break room where I'm trying to finish up an essay on how the civil rights movement impacted the fight for marriage equality.

I follow her down the hall, and she shuts the door behind us. Oh boy. She gestures for me to sit, but my heart is beating like I'm about to go into cardiac arrest. "Uh, is everything okay, Mrs. Jackson? Is it about my hours at the center?"

She chuckles and shakes her head. "Yes, Oliver. Everything is fine. Would you take a seat, please?"

Relieved, I slump into the chair across from her. Thank God this isn't about my hours. I've been taking extra shifts at the tutoring center from tutors who've been calling out sick, and I'm way over the agreed upon limit that's in our contracts. Unfortunately, I need all the money I can get to afford to go to law school in two years.

Mrs. Jackson goes through some files and pulls one out and hands it to me. "I wanted to talk to you because there's a special request for individualized tutoring for one of the student athletes on the football team."

I glance at the name on the file, Jake Coulson, and cringe. "I don't think I'm the right person for this, Mrs. Jackson. I don't even like sports."

She smiles kindly. "That's exactly why I think you're the perfect person for this job. We've tried other tutors with Jake, but all of them have turned out to be fans of his, and they end up talking about football instead of helping him with his work. We need someone who won't fall for the allure of the new starting quarterback."

I groan internally but plaster on a smile instead. "Alright. What does he need help with? His senior thesis? What's his major?"

"Oh, Jake is just a freshman."

I arch an eyebrow. I'm not the best when it comes to understanding sports, but that doesn't sound right. "He's a freshman, and he's the new starting quarterback?"

Mrs. Jackson beams proudly, like she had something to do with that accomplishment. Unfortunately, even the administrators at this university go gaga over football. "Yes, he's quite the talented player. So we really need your help with this. He needs to maintain his grades so that he can continue playing."

I let out a little sigh and stand. I obviously don't have a choice in the matter, so there's no point in arguing. "Okay, I'll do it."

She stands and opens her door for me. "Great! I'll let him know that you'll start tomorrow. His schedule is in that folder. You'll need to meet with him at his dorm for the first session, and then the two of you can work out the rest from there."

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I make my way down the hallway of the student athletes dorm, passing by open doors that reveal shirtless jocks lifting dumbbells, playing video games, scrolling on their phones while music blasts, and some--surprisingly--studying at their desks.

I finally get to room 302 and lift my hand to knock when the door swings open to a tall, muscular guy with light brown hair in a cutoff tee that hides basically none of his chest standing there. "Oh, sorry. Are you Jake?"

The guy smirks. "Nah, I'm his roommate, Ryan."

"Okay," I squeak, trying to keep myself from blushing. I may not like football players, but I'd be blind to not realize how hot this guy is. I awkwardly clear my throat when I realize I'm gawking at him. "I--uh, um... I'm Oliver. I'm Jake's new tutor."

"Cool." He jerks his thumb behind him, his smirk getting wider. "Jake's in his room. It's the one on the left. You can go on in." He steps out into the hallway, and just as the door is about to close, he sticks his head back in and winks at me. "Good luck with him."

The door shuts behind me, leaving me in a suite with a communal living room, a small kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms on either side.

Jeez. This place is fancy for a dorm. But football is the university's pride and joy, so the players always get special treatment.

I walk over to the door on the left, and I'm about to knock when I notice that the door is slightly open, letting me see in through the small space. I freeze at the sight in front of me.

Sprawled on his bed is Jake, completely naked and stroking his hard cock. He's muscular with a broad chest and a six-pack, dirty blond hair effortlessly messy. But it's his cock that catches my attention. It's massive--at least eight inches long and thick enough to have my hole clenching at the thought of him destroying me with it.

He's jacking himself with long, lazy strokes, his length shiny with precum he keeps collecting with each upstroke. He uses two fingers to tease the underside of the cut head before flicking at his slit with the pad of his thumb. Each movement has him panting, his hips rising ever so slightly as he focuses on the porn playing on his phone.

I should move away, or maybe make some noise by the doorway into the suite so that he knows I'm here, but I can't tear my eyes away from the insanely attractive eighteen-year-old lying there.

This is wrong on so many levels, but my cock starts to harden, pressing against the front of my jeans until the denim is visibly tented. Fuck.

Jake quickens his pace and abandons the phone on his bed, using his free hand to tug and squeeze his balls while his other hand becomes a blur on his shaft. His muscular chest rises and falls quickly, low moans accompanying the crescendo of movement until he's coming hard. Thick ropes of cum shoot out of him, landing all over the tanned skin of his chest and tight abs.

A small gasp escapes me, and he jerks his head towards the door, his eyes widening with surprise as they meet mine.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I am so fired.

Jake gets out of bed and comes to the door, yanking it all the way open. Strangely, he doesn't look pissed. Instead, a smirk sits on his kissable lips. "Hey," he says, not bothering to cover up. "You my new tutor?"

I nod, trying to keep my eyes on his face, but it's hard when he's standing less than a foot away from me while he's still completely naked and cum drips down the grooves of his chiseled abs. I finally find my voice and word vomit all over him. "So-sorry... I didn't mean to spy on you. Your roommate let me in, and he told me to go to your room. But I don't think he knew what you were doing. I'm so sorry. Please don't tell my boss."

He grabs my shoulder with the hand that was just touching his balls and chuckles. "Relax, dude. I'm not going to narc on you." He steps out of his room and grabs a paper towel from the kitchen to clean himself off. His ass flexes as he moves to sit on the couch and pats the seat next to him. "Come on, tutor. Let's see what you can teach me."

"Uh, aren't you going to get dressed?"

Jake smirks again. "Nah, I think I'm good like this. Now, sit, and let's see what you can do with this head of mine." I gape at the young man as his cock twitches back to life.

Fuck. What the hell did I just get myself into?