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  Homework with the Hunk

  A Beau Dickson M/M Romance Short Story

  Published by Meredith Taylor Books

  Copyright © 2017 by Beau Dickson and Meredith Taylor Books

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  The characters, locations and events in this book are entirely fictional. Any similarities to actual persons, locations or events is coincidental and unintentional.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  About Beau Dickson

  Beau Dickson publishes adult M/M romance short stories through Meredith Taylor Books.

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  Homework with the Hunk

  Chapter 1

  Andrew always prided himself on his helpfulness. There’s no better way to learn than to teach, he would always say. But on the hot summer day, a few days before the Biology semester test, he thought that he might’ve gone a bit too far.

  It had been a very difficult Biology lecture that morning, and their professor was riding them hard in preparation for the test. Most of Andrew’s freshman classmates were looking completely dumbstruck by the rapid pace that their professor was working through the material and the challenging concepts he was discussing. Luckily, Biology was Andrew’s favorite subject, and he had already read the entire textbook, so he could follow easily. He scanned the classroom, lifting his specs higher onto his nose and focusing his green eyes on his classmates. He noticed the many hot guys in his class, all scratching their heads as they sat in deep concentration. Andrew had soft features and high cheekbones, and his blond hair and green eyes added to his good looks; he knew that he was attractive, but he was too focused on schoolwork to bother with dating. Besides, he was painfully shy, and he had only had a few fleeting sexual experiences in his life. He wondered if he would even know what to do if he hooked up with one of the gorgeous guys he shared class with.

  One face, particularly, caught Andrew’s attention in Biology class. Across the room, he spotted the soccer player, Bobby Carmichael, looking extremely distressed. Bobby was looking up and down from the open textbook on his desk, clearly not following what their professor was talking about. He looked like he was attending a lecture in a foreign language. Andrew felt sorry for him; Bobby had a sports scholarship, and his grades were struggling. Andrew had spoken to him in passing a few times since they had a few classes together. He knew that Bobby wasn’t doing well in Biology. Andrew used to think that guys like that had all the luck: charming, athletic and breathtakingly attractive. Bobby had slightly curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He walked with a confident swagger, his muscular frame and strong legs showing that he took good care of his body. Every girl and guy in class wanted to be around Bobby; he was extremely friendly and personable. He even remembered Andrew’s name after only their first meeting, flashing a gorgeous smile at him as he shook Andrew’s hand firmly. Maybe that’s why seeing Bobby struggling so much made Andrew feel so bad. He wished that he could comfort him somehow.

  After class, all of the students shuffled out, but Andrew dragged his feet. He felt some kind of magnetic pull to be closer to Bobby, and waited outside of the lecture hall for Bobby to catch up with him. When Bobby finally emerged from the hall, the look of panic in his eyes made Andrew want to hug him.

  “Hey Andrew,” Bobby said, biting his lip. “That was some lecture, wasn’t it?”

  “Are you okay, Bobby?” Andrew asked. He furrowed his brow between his green eyes. “You look a bit worried.”

  Bobby sighed, his shoulders rising and falling dramatically. His blue eyes were downcast, and he seemed to shrink inside of the green t-shirt that he was wearing. “I’m lost, Andrew. I know it might not be a problem for someone as smart as you, but I really don’t know if I’ll make it through this test.”

  “You can do it, Bobby. You just need to have the basics down and the rest will be much easier.” Andrew tried to comfort him, but he knew that Bobby had no clue what the basics even were.

  “Could you help me? I know it’s a lot to ask, but if you could tutor me… I could even pay you. I just need a bit of help before the test. Coach says if I don’t get my grades up by the end of the season… Please, Andrew, I’m desperate here.” Bobby’s eyes looked like they were close to tears. He was clearly struggling a lot more than Andrew even knew. Andrew wished that he could reach over and hug Bobby in that moment, to make him feel better.

  Andrew lowered his voice, trying to sound reassuring and supportive. “Of course I can help you. Do you want to meet up later this afternoon to work through the homework assignment? It might help you to get a better understanding of what you need to know for the test.”

  “You’re saving my life, Andrew. Thank you so much!” Bobby’s eyes immediately lit up. He looked deeply at Andrew, and the desperate worry seemed to dissipate somewhat. “Can I come over to your place? My roommates are throwing a party tonight and they’re getting things ready. I need somewhere quiet to study.”

  Andrew said yes without hesitation. The thought of Bobby Carmichael in his room made him excited. He knew that, probably just like everyone else who knew Bobby, he had a big crush on the soccer star. He just had to make sure that he tried to keep things professional while the hunky jock was in his room.

  ***

  “I just don’t get it!” Bobby called out after half an hour of working on the same problem. They sat side-by-side at the desk in Andrew’s room, with a pile of open books and notes in front of them. Andrews was surprised by how loudly Bobby had said the words. His blue eyes seemed genuinely angry. “I’m sick of this! I try so hard to make sense of this but…” Bobby pushed his palm to the side of his head in a gesture of frustration. “I’m just fucking stupid. I shouldn’t even be here with guys like you. You’re smart, Andrew. You deserve to be here in college, learning about things. I’m out of my fucking depth.” Bobby was looking directly at Andrew as he said the words, his bottom lip quivering slightly. The vulnerability in his eyes made Andrew melt.

  Andrew responded firmly. “Don’t say that! You deserve to be here as much as anyone. You did just fine with the previous few questions that we worked through. This one just takes a bit more patience, but I promise you that you will get it. That’s why we’re here, right?” Andrew put his hand on Bobby’s forearm, feeling the strong muscles. He kept his eyes locked on Bobby’s. The frustration was still there.

  “I want to figure this out. I just struggle to keep my concentration for this long, especially when the problems are hard. When I get like this… when I find a problem that I can’t solve… I just get all of this energy building up inside of me. I can’t calm down again unless…”

  Bobby stopped talking, and he lowered his eyes to where Andrew’s hand was resting on his arm. “Unless what?” Andrew asked. “You seem really agitated. Should we take a break, go for a walk or something?”

  “It won’t help,” Bobby said. “Once I have this mental block… maybe I should just go. It’s no use trying to get through to someone as stupid as I am. I’m wasting your time, Andrew.
” Bobby stood up from the chair, and Andrew’s hand fell from his arm.

  Andrew stood up too, and tried again to make his voice firm and deep to scold Bobby for the way he was talking: “Listen: don’t say that again. Stop putting yourself down like that. You’re not stupid. You’re getting there. It’ll just take a bit more time. I think we should try and keep going.”

  “I just know I won’t be able to concentrate anymore right now. I’ve been through this a hundred times before. Only one thing helps me to get my mind back on studies when I get so worked up.”

  “What is it? I’m willing to help you in any way, Bobby. I don’t want you to struggle so much.” Seeing Bobby like that, so helpless and desperate, was making Andrew feel even closer to him.

  “I need something that you can’t help me with. It’s embarrassing and stupid.”

  “There you go using that word again. Tell me what you need. Maybe I can help you and we can get back to work while we still have time.”

  Bobby looked extremely embarrassed, lowering his eyes to the ground. Andrew could swear that his cheeks were turning red. After a long pause, he finally said, “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise to keep it just between the two of us. Promise?”

  “I promise,” Andrew said, feeling himself getting strangely excited at the prospect of keeping a secret with Bobby.

  Bobby hesitated again, and blurted out, “When I want to get rid of this energy, I need to jerk off before I can get back to studying. It’s weird, I know, but it helps me. I’ll just go back to my room and do that before I explode.”

  “Wait,” Andrew said as Bobby walked towards the door. He didn’t know what he wanted to say, but he had to stop Bobby. His own cock was feeling fuller at the thought of what he was about to suggest: “Your room is so far away. You’ll only be taking time away from your studies if you go all the way back there. Why don’t you jerk off here and we can get back to work after?”

  Bobby looked at Andrew with wide eyes. “Are you serious? I couldn’t do that to you, Andrew. You’re a respectable guy, and I’m the freak who needs to get off before I can focus on studies.”

  “You’re not a freak. All of us masturbate.” The dryness of the word made Andrew feel like a dork. He tried to correct himself so that he didn’t scare Bobby away. “If you want, I can give you some privacy.”

  “No way!” Bobby said, a mischievous smile crossing his lips. “If I’m jerking off in your room, you have to do it too. I don’t want to be the only weirdo in the room!”

  Andrew felt his heart racing and his cock growing even more. He was excited at the thought of what was about to happen. Besides, he was helping a friend to improve his grades. What could be nobler than that?

  Chapter 2

  Andrew nodded in agreement, and the full awkwardness of the moment descended on him. How were they going to do this? Should Andrew be near to Bobby when they jerk off together, or should he be on the other side of the room?

  Luckily, Bobby took the initiative, unbuttoning his pants and kicking off his shoes as he smiled at Andrew: “Thanks so much for helping me with this. I owe you big time, Andrew. You’re a really good friend.”

  “No problem,” Andrew said as he watched Bobby remove his pants completely and lie on the Andrew’s bed in only his underwear.

  Andrew went towards the desk again to sit on his chair, but Bobby stopped him, “Uh uh, come over here on the bed. I’m not going to have you sit over there like a lecturer looking down on me. Unless it makes you uncomfortable to be next to me?” The innocent expression in Bobby’s eyes made the words seem even more sincere.

  “I’m not uncomfortable,” Andrew lied, and he sat down on the bed next to where Bobby was lying.

  “Your bed is so comfortable,” Bobby said, pushing his hand into his underwear and grabbing his own cock. Andrew’s eyes moved immediately to the black underwear concealing the strong, masculine hand. “Why don’t you make yourself comfy too.”

  Andrew unzipped his own jeans and removed his pants, sitting next to Bobby in only his underwear. His cock was already fully erect. The moment was too exciting for him.

  “Looks like you’re already on your way to relieving the pressure, eh Andrew?” Bobby laughed playfully. He finally pushed down the waistband of his underwear to reveal his cock. Andrew’s breathing became shallower as he looked at the magnificent cock that Bobby was holding. It was at least seven inches, larger than Andrew’s, and it had a thick base leading up to a large, bulbous head. Bobby was stroking it slowly as he continued to watch Andrew, his blue eyes scanning Andrew’s hands. “Are you going to join me or what?”

  Andrew lay down next to Bobby, resting on his elbows which were next to Bobby’s knees as they rested in opposite directions on the bed. That way, Andrew could still watch Bobby’s cock and see those beautiful blue eyes staring back at him. He pulled out his own dick, which stood hard into the air, and began stroking it. It was amazing to see the two cocks so close to each other as Bobby and Andrew stroked in unison. Andrew looked at the vein running along the top of his penis, the pale, soft skin and the long head of his cock. He wondered what Bobby thought of the sight of him naked. He was definitely enjoying seeing Bobby pleasuring himself. Bobby’s large balls were hanging between his legs, covered in a short mat of pubic hair. Bobby’s cock looked monstrous from that angle, his hand barely covering half of it as he stroked.

  “Looking good over there, Andrew,” Bobby said, a playful smirk on his face. “Are you feeling more relaxed? This is definitely helping me.”

  Andrew just nodded, not able to say anything in his state of pleasure. He couldn’t believe that he was actually stroking his cock as Bobby Carmichael watched.

  The two of them made eye contact in-between looking at each other’s cocks. Bobby’s face was so determined and focused on what he was doing. His eyes were lustful as he focused on Andrew’s cock and stared at his face. Andrew wished that he could reach over and touch Bobby, but he didn’t want to do anything to scare Bobby away. He kept jerking slowly for a few more minutes, feeling every contour of his cock and imagining that it was Bobby’s cock in his hands.

  After a short while, Andrew could feel Bobby’s legs begin to stiffen next to him. “I’m gonna come,” Bobby said, his eyes rolling back and his teeth clenched. He began to stroke his long, thick cock furiously, the balls bouncing up and down against his ass as he moved. Andrew could see the head of his cock flair, and the balls were retracting slightly to indicate that he was about to shoot his load. As he sighed and convulsed in pleasure, Bobby reached out a hand to catch the cum that shot from his dick. It came out in thick streams, so much that it filled his hand in seconds. Bobby was clearly concerned about not spilling cum on Andrew’s bed, but Andrew wouldn’t have minded. He watched as the hunk pumped out every last drop, his strong legs tense with pleasure, and once Bobby had finished, he sighed deeply as his entire body collapsed.

  “Wow,” Bobby said, a smile crossing his lips. “That really did the trick.” Andrew was still stroking his cock, not feeling close to orgasm yet, and feeling suddenly self-conscious of the position he was in. “But you still need to get off. Here, why don’t I help you?”

  And without another word, Bobby reached over with his cum-filled hand and touched Andrew’s dick.

  Andrew was so shocked that his mouth actually hung open. Bobby was coating his entire dick with cum, the cum that had just pumped out of Bobby’s own cock. Was this really happening?

  Bobby looked at Andrew’s cock with keen attention. Andrew rested both of his hands at his sides, letting Bobby take over working his cock. It felt very strange to have his dick covered with another guy’s cum. It was warm and sticky, and the smell, like faint ammonia and musk, made him feel like he was doing something dirty and wrong. But he loved it.

  “Does that feel okay?” Bobby asked, now sitting up a bit to get a better angle on Andrew’s dick. Andrew nodded, unsure of what he could say. He watched the cum-covered dick between Bobby’s fin
gers. His cock looked even bigger than it normally did when it was in Bobby’s hand. Bobby groped the entire shaft and began to work it in ascending circles. He reached over with his other hand and cupped Andrew’s balls, and Andrew felt a jolt of pleasure shooting through his body. Bobby picked up his pace suddenly and stroked all the way to the tip of Andrew’s penis, sending a shiver up his spine every time he touched the sensitive head. As he rubbed Andrew’s balls and worked his shaft with the moist hand, Andrew was driven to his peak. He felt the murmurings of his orgasm starting deep between his hips and working through his balls, and finally he shot a load so hard that he came on his chest. Bobby continued to pump his cock until he was completely spent, and when they had finished, Andrew fell back in exhaustion.

  “That was a big load there, Andrew,” Bobby smiled. “Looks like you haven’t had release in a few days.”

  “I think it was just because of how good it was,” Andrew said, returning Bobby’s smile.

  “It looks like we’ve made a bit of a mess though. Sorry about that. It usually works for me when I jerk off twice in a row to just use my own cum for the second round, so I thought I’d help you out. I hope it was okay.”

  “Are you kidding?” Andrew said, “It was great!” He bit his lip, embarrassed at how enthusiastic he sounded.

  Bobby just laughed and reached for the box of tissues on Andrew’s bedside table to clean his hand. “Well, I sure am feeling relaxed now. I think I’m ready to get back to work. But you should probably change your shirt.” Andrew looked down to see the large white globs on his blue t-shirt. He was covered in cum, both his and Bobby’s. He had no idea how he was going to concentrate on work for the rest of the day.

  Chapter 3