Jonathon wasnt much into sports. He preferred activities that stimulated his intellect. He was a Geek and a loner.
If Jonathon saw a student struggling he reached out tutoring them. If a teacher needed help stacking books or whatever Jonathon made himself available without needing to be asked. And when the ill-stricken varsity basketball coach needed a kidney Jonathon stepped up to the plate -- even turning down an award and the media circus looking to make him out a hero. His modesty was envied by the arrogant jocks that dubbed him "The Good Samaritan". But even Jonathon had a dark-side.
"I cant express to you Son the gratitude I have for your thoughtfulness and sacrifice...If theres ever anything I can do for you -- anything at all--just name it and consider it done". Coach Dan Fielding told Jonathon.
Acting Coy, "awe thanks...thats cool...really it was no problem, Im glad I could help you out" Jonathon said. Midway down the hall as he walked away, he turned-about "Coach Fielding?" he called. "Yes Son" Coach acknowledges. "Uh, mmm...well...there IS one thing?". "Name it Son?" Coach encourages eagerly. "Well, theres this guy..." "Ah, stop there; Nick -- Nick Baris am I following you correctly? Coach asks with a grin. "Yeah..." Jonathon admits blushing. Not needing to go into any more detail Coach says "Done...be in my office 3:30 (after school) tomorrow.
Jonathon was grinning ear-to-ear, his face was glowing and his cock grew harder and harder in anticipation of being power fucked by one Nick Baris. It was all-consuming permeating his every thought, he heads for the lavatory and pounds his meat vigorously sloshing cum ... Læs hele novellen
