The Kicker

Rudy, our second main character, gives us his back story in this chapter. It will still be a couple of chapters before he meets Leo.

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Chapter 2

Rudy

I was sitting in third period study hall, working on my calculus homework. An announcement came over the intercom, “Would Jeff Taylor, Paul Baker and Rudy Jackson report to the Dean of Students’ office.”

I panicked when I heard my name called, confused as to what I had done to be called to the office. You see I had spent my entire school career at St. Andrew’s School for Boys trying to be invisible. I never missed a day of school, never skipped a class, always did my homework, and always made sure my uniform was clean and pressed. I was a straight A student and I never acted out in class, I never spoke in class, unless a teacher called upon me. In fact, there were several teachers that didn’t even know who I was until several weeks into the semester. I gathered my books and made my way to the office.

My name is Rudy Jackson, and I am a senior at St, Andrew’s, my family has lived in the Chicago area my entire life. I am one of the few black students to attend this private school. Well, I was half black, my mother is white. When my parents were first married, they lived in a not so good part of the city and didn’t have much money. Mom worked as a nurse and dad worked for a company that builds and repairs cell phone towers. We lived in a small apartment when I was born and shortly after my little sister was born, dad vowed to move us to a better part of town and into our own house. He worked hard, his job paid well, but required him to travel. He would be gone for week and sometimes months at a time, this combined with the danger of his work allowed him to send home a lot of money. He spent a lot of his time 100 to 200 feet in the air, thus the high pay. My mother also worked every shift she could at the hospital. The result was my sister and I being left home alone whenever we were not at school. When I was 5 or 6, we moved to a clean, safe, middle-class neighborhood in a suburb of Chicago proper.

Just before I was to start jr. high school, dad pulled me and my sister out of the public school and enrolled me into St. Andrew’s and my sister into St. Mary’s School for Girls. Dad said that he wanted us away from the gangs and drugs that plagued the public school system. Private schools would instill the discipline that we would need to succeed in the world. With mom and dad always working, we never really got to know our neighbors. It didn’t matter, most of our neighbors were all businessmen, bankers and the like, a common laborer and nurse wouldn’t have a lot in common with those people. My sister and I would go straight home after school, the boys’ and girls’ schools were right next to each other and operated by the same church. By this time, I was taking care of my sister if my dad was out of town and mom was working. Mom would make our dinner ahead of time and leave it for me to heat up, I would help my sister with her homework and get her ready for bed. School had always been easy for me, I really enjoyed math of any kind and didn’t participate in any extracurricular activities. Although our house looked just like all the others in the neighborhood, all of our furniture was second hand as were the cars that my parents drove. My parents paid off the mortgage early and used their money to pay for our tuition and keep up the appearance that we belonged in that neighborhood.

It wasn’t a bad life for me and my sister, my parents did love and care for us, we just didn’t spend much time together. My sister and I didn’t know any better, so we assumed this was normal. As a result, I didn’t have many friends, I spent all of my time doing schoolwork and reading. Being a bit of an introvert, I was completely happy with this arrangement.

So here I am, about halfway into the first semester of my senior year, and I have just been summoned to the Dean’s office. When I walked into the office, Jeff and Paul were already seated in the waiting room, the secretary smiled, “just have a seat, the Dean will be with you shortly.”

I sat next to Paul, he asked, “do you know what this is about?”

I shook my head, “no, I don’t.”

Jeff and Paul were also good students and as far as I knew they had never been in trouble before. Jeff shrugged and said, “I have no idea why I’m here either.”

Just as we were trying to figure out what was going on, the door to the Dean’s office opened, he looked out at us and smiled, “ah good, you’re all here. Gentlemen will you please come in.”

We followed the Dean into his office, there were already three other students in the office, as well as Mr. Miller, the basketball coach. The three students sitting in the chairs on the far wall watched as we walked in, they were Bo Walsh, Jay Keller, and Dan Hays. I didn’t know any of them personally, but I did know that they were the three main stars on the basketball team.

The Dean said, “gentlemen, please have a seat.” He pointed to three chairs sitting in front of his desk. He continued, “do you three know Bo, Jay and Dan?”

We just nodded. He went on, “these three are having a little difficulty in some of their classes, and we would like for you guys to help them out.”

Paul furrowed his brow, “help them how?”

The Dean sat down, “we would like for you to tutor them, so that they maintain their academic eligibility to play basketball. Bo needs assistance in Algebra, Jay needs help in History and Dan could be doing better in English.”

Jeff, Paul, and I all looked at each other and then at Bo, Jay, and Dan. They didn’t look any more pleased than we did.

The Dean said, “We checked through the grade books and you three seem to be the best suited to help us out. You are all doing very in your classes. You will of course be compensated for your time.”

Jeff asked, “and what if we would rather not?”

The Dean sighed, “if these three don’t bring up their grades, they will not be allowed to play in this week’s game. We would really appreciate your help.”

After a bit more discussion, we were “persuaded” to become tutors. Paul would be helping Jay with his History, Jeff would be working with Dan, and I was left with teaching Algebra to Bo. We set up some study sessions and the Dean dismissed Paul, Jeff, and me. As we were leaving, I heard the coach say, “you knuckleheads better make every one of your study sessions with those nerds and you better learn something too.”

I went back to my study hall, thinking about what had just happened. Shit, I was going to have to spend three or four hours of my week helping some dumb jock. From the look on Bo’s face, I was sure he wasn’t too happy about the situation either. I had never talked to Bo, I knew he was a star on the basketball team, I knew he was one of the hottest guys in my class. My sister had told me he was dating one of the popular girls from her school. I was also sure that he had no idea who I was, I think that we had only ever had one or two classes together during our years in school. To make matters worse, over the past year, I was starting to have some strange feelings. I was suddenly finding myself watching all my classmates as they walked in the hall. What I was most paying attention to, was the way their asses filled out the dark blue uniform pants that we all wore and the bulges that appeared every time they sat down. Bo was one of the guys that filled those pants the best, not to mention those steel blue eyes that sparkled each time he smiled. His blonde hair was always styled just right, framing his handsome face. It was going to be tough to concentrate while we were studying. I sighed as I looked at the schedule of our study sessions, because our study hall periods were different, we were going to have to get together outside of school. Bo had practice right after school, so our first meeting was tonight at 7. I discovered that he only lived three blocks from me, so we agreed that I would walk to his house. I finished my homework as soon as I got home from school, I helped my sister get her dinner and called mom to let her know what I was doing. I put my books and laptop in my backpack and walked to Bo’s house.

I walked up the front steps and pushed the doorbell, a minute later I heard someone walking to the door. My eyes went wide when Bo answered the door with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

He said, “hey Rudy, come on in. Sorry I just got home from practice and had to shower.”

I scanned his athletic body and said, “no problem, I’ll just wait here so you can get dressed.”

He said, “no, come on up to my room, that’s where we are going to study anyway.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes off his ass as I followed him down the hall and up the stairs. We walked into his bedroom, he said, “my folks are at some meeting and my brother is at his girlfriends, so it’s just us tonight.”

My mind raced, ok, so what does that mean, why would it matter if anyone else was home. We were just here to study, right?

Bo said, “you can have a seat on the bed.” I sat down facing him, he pulled the towel off his waist and brought it up to dry his hair. His perfect cock was flopping from side to side with every motion he made. He threw the towel on the floor as he walked to his dresser and picked up the deodorant and started to rub it under his arms. He turned to see me staring at him with my mouth half open and my eyes wide.

He said, “oh, I’m sorry. I am so used to being in a locker room, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I regained my composure, “no, it’s fine.” I quickly turned so I was no longer staring, but the image of that smooth muscular body was stuck in my head. I was certainly going to have some new fantasy material to jack off to tonight when I get home.

He pulled on a pair of shorts and flopped down on the bed beside me and pulled out his book. He said, “I’m sorry you got roped into this. I promise you, I’m not stupid. I had a B in this class until we got to this section, I just can’t figure it out.”

I nodded, “no problem, I’ll try and explain it so you can get it.”

Bo smiled, “I really do appreciate the help, I need to get coach off my ass.”

I smiled back, maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought, he does seem like a nice guy. Now I just had to get that vision of his naked body out of my head so I could concentrate.

We got work on the problems he had due the next day. I showed him that they were just like the previous section that he understood, but just added the next phase of problem solving. After we worked through the first five, it all started to click for him, he was right, he wasn’t stupid.

He looked at me and grinned, “you’re right, that does make sense now. I really need to pass this class to get into college.”

I asked, “where do you want to go to college?”

Bo said, “my dad wants me to go to Notre Dame, but I really don’t care as long as I get to play basketball. I know there are going to be a few scouts at our games for the next few weeks.”

“So, you are hoping to get a scholarship to play ball?” I asked.

He nodded, “yep, if I don’t get to play, I’ll probably end up going to college here in town and then have to go to work with my old man, selling insurance.”

We went to work on the last of the problems he had.

Bo asked, “so what about you, where do you want to go to college?"

I shrugged, “I don’t know, Arizona State has a good program for what I want to study, so does Virginia Tech.”

He asked, “what do you want to study?”

I said, “Analytics and Statistics.”

He gave me a blank stare. I chuckled, “it’s where you gather a bunch of numbers and data and try to figure what they mean.”

He laughed, “ok, whatever floats your boat.”

Bo stared at me for minute, then asked, “so why don’t you play any sports?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess sports don’t interest me. Besides, with this scrawny body, what would I be good at.”

He said, “don’t sell yourself short, you look like you are in pretty good shape.”

I chuckled, “not as good as you.” The second the words left me mouth, I regretted it. Now Bo is going to know that I was checking him out.

Bo said, “yeah, you seemed to be getting a good look at me earlier.”

I felt the heat rush to my face, I stammered, “well I… it’s just…”

He said, “it’s ok, I am very proud of my body, I work hard to keep in shape. To be honest I don’t mind people checking me out.”

My mouth had gone dry, I croaked, “you should be proud.” Shit, that was a stupid thing to say, why was I such an idiot.

Bo chuckled again as he stood up and started to flex in front of the mirror, my eyes were locked on that luscious ass. He turned back toward me, I’m sure he saw me drooling. He grinned and said, “I like to pose in front of the mirror, when I am alone I usually do it nude.”

Without even thinking, I blurted out, “don’t let me interfere with your routine.” Oh God, did I really just say that?

Bo just smiled, dropped his shorts, and flexed and posed in front of me and the mirror. I swallowed hard as my cock began to swell. I thought it must be nice to have that much confidence, I could barely look at myself in the mirror after I showered.

He turned back to me, his cock was now half hard as he walked toward me. He stopped in front of me, and we stared at each other. He reached down and took my hand and brought it up to his wash-board abs. Bo said, “you can touch me wherever you want.” I ran my hand up his stomach to his chest. I’m not sure I can describe how it felt, it was soft and hard at the same time. His skin was so soft and smooth, but the muscles under that skin were rock-hard. I just got lost in the moment and ran my hand back down his stomach, I continued down, not stopping until Bo’s now fully hard dick was in my hand. I instinctively began to stroke his pole, again amazed that it was hard and soft at the same time. It was as if I was having an out of body experience, without even thinking I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the head of Bo’s swollen member. He let out a light gasp as I got my first taste of precum, I was hooked. I cupped his nuts in my hand and pulled Bo closer, taking his cock as deep down my throat as I could. I looked up as I sucked on Bo, he had his hands on my shoulders, his head tilted back, and his eyes were closed as he started to rock his hips. I had never imagined that a dick could taste so good. Bo tightened his grip on my shoulders as his body tensed up, he let out a load groan. I felt Bo’s dick pulse just as my mouth was flooded with a salty sweet liquid. I increased my suction so that I didn’t spill a drop of Bo’s love juices and gulped down the first wave. I lost count of how many squirts Bo fed me, they just kept coming. He finally let out a deep breath and pulled his deflating cock from my mouth. I swallowed hard, one last time and licked my lips in search of any cum that might have escaped.

Bo fell onto the bed beside me and said, “damn, that was incredible, I can’t get my girlfriend to do that to me. Thank you.”

Before I could formulate an appropriate response, we heard a car pull up in the driveway. Bo pulled on his shorts and a shirt, he said, “my parents are home.”

I picked up my backpack and followed Bo downstairs, I suddenly realized that I had a big wet spot on my jeans. I held my bag in front of my crotch as Bo introduced me to his parents.

Mrs. Walsh smiled, “it’s very nice to meet you, Rudy.”

Mr. Walsh shook my hand, “were you able to get anything through that thick skull that Bo has?”

I smiled, “yes sir, Bo did very well tonight.”

He said, “good, he needs to keep his grades up if he is going to get into Notre Dame.”

I was surprised when Bo said, “yes dad, Rudy was a big help, and we are getting together Thursday night for another study session.”

I just nodded when they all looked at me. Bo and I hadn’t even discussed another session, not that I was disappointed to spend more time with him.

 

To be continued…