Helping a jock

I was getting really annoyed at Dawson .You see Dawson is the jock on campus who was on the football team,He had an amazing body for what I've heard .He was also a big tough bully that talked shit and pushed all the small guys like me .

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was walking past the football team as they practice for there upcoming game,there was a buzz of excitement around the school as we been wining all the games,Except for the rumbling From Dawson who was storming down the field coming at me,I looked surprised and wanted to run but I was already to late.

Crash He pushed me down on the ground

Dawson leaned down to me ''You FUCKING NERD ''He shouted

He grabbed me by my jacket then threw me at the stand's where I sat down ''What do you want Dawson''I shouted

He gives me a sneer ''You disgust me CUNT'' He said, it was quieter this time like he was calming down .

''Brody!!''He says

''What'' I said

''Listen Brody i want you to help me ''he says in quiet tone like he was whispering .

''What do i have to help you with''I said

 You see, I used to have a little shit much like yourself to shall we say assist me in my studies.”he said ''But he moved already and I've been failing my test's lately and If I don't get them up The coach said I'm off the team''

''So what do I have to do about it ''I said

''Let's just say That you can do my mid-term test cause mines on a different day on yours while I practice for the next game.

''Wait a minute I can't do your test I'd have to look exactly  like you''i said

''No problem about that ''He said ,He went to the other side of the field and picked up a bag and came back''Just grab something and jerkoff then meet me at my room it's number 86

''Okay ''I said ,Dawson left and went back and practiced ,I Hoist the bag and go back to my room.

Dumping it on the floor I search what's in it various books and the like then a sour musky smell hits him square me in  the face.It was Dawson gym kit  with some Damp socks, long White shorts, a back vest and then he touches something damp and cotton, “Uggh!” I slowly take it out, Boxers .

I stripped off my own clothes and Did what Dawson said I jerked off a couple of times until I was hard, grabbing the Boxers in my hand I used it jerk off again, harder and harder until I felt a shiver. My flat stomach tightened and I shot My load into the Boxers and then the combined fluids were drawn back inside me.