By the time he's a freshman in college Peter's realized he gets feelings that straight guys usually don't, but he's always been able to ignore them. At least, he could before he tried out for the football team and met Terrence, the school's star running back. Not only is Terrence handsome and built, Peter knows there's not a straighter guy on the team. Every weekend he sees the chiseled jock out with girls on his arm. He can only imagine his reaction if he found out he was the subject of a secret gay crush. But now the coach wants Peter to tutor the grade-challenged star player, and with so much close contact the effect the well-hung jock has on him is not only becoming impossible to ignore, it's impossible to hide ... When the guys crack a couple beers over the books, Peter lets slip a comment that finally puts it all out in the open. The only thing more surprising than his lapse in restraint might be that Terrence doesn't really seem so turned off ... Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, oral sex, rough anal sex, a dominant straight man and his increasingly submissive younger tutor. All characters are 18 or older. "Hey, Terrence," Peter said as knocked lightly on the open door to room 235. It was 8:03, which he figured was late enough to seem casual but not so late that Terrence might think he wasn't coming. "Peter, hey, come in," Terrence said as he looked up. "Grab a seat." He motioned to a chair near the desk. He was sitting back on his bed, a beer open on the dresser beside him and a textbook open on his lap. He indicated the beer can. "Help yourself if you want. The mini fridge is fully stocked." "Thanks." Peter sank onto the chair and grabbed a beer. "How's it coming along?" he asked. "Like shit," Terrence laughed. "But hey, you're probably getting paid for this, right? That's music to your ears." Peter shrugged. He hadn't heard anything about getting paid, but he wondered if Terrence would think him a sucker for doing this for free. Terrence wasn't exaggerating when he said it was going badly. He hadn't paid the slightest attention in class, and was now trying to come up with answers to a worksheet with questions not covered in the textbook. After about forty-five minutes and another beer apiece, Terrence put his hands to his head. "Alright, alright. Timeout." Peter sat back and put aside the sheet they were working on. He was ready for a break, too. He didn't want to seem like a light-weight, but the beer was starting to make it hard to concentrate. He had wanted to take away some of the jitters, but now events seemed to be flowing by in a smooth, easy current and numbers and equations were all starting to look alike. "My brain is starting to fry," Terrence bemoaned. "Hand me another beer." Peter watched him take a long drink from it, forgetting for a moment that he had been working hard not to stare at Terrence all evening. "So how's your night?" Terrence asked casually. "I mean other than this bullshit. You got a cutie waiting up for you or what?" Peter laughed. "Not me." "No? These college girls not giving you any love? You're not so bad looking." "Ah, thanks," Peter said embarrassedly, feeling a slight flush in his cheeks. "I guess I just haven't really been looking."