It was September, 1972 and I was beginning my sophomore year in college. Academically I was in excellent standing and decided I could handle a few more challenging courses especially when it came to elective subjects.
So, I enrolled in a Modern European History class. The class was rather small and after the first session I understood why. The professor appeared to be quite tough and he had high expectations. I accepted the challenge and I also liked the fact that one of the best looking guys on campus was sitting just a seat or two away from me.
His name was Aaron and I had seen him the previous year at baseball games where he was a very talented shortstop. Now, in the history class, I was able to see him up close and personal.
Aaron was a very handsome guy with dark eyes and jet black hair. He had a strong, athletic build and a most infectious smile which made him quite popular with the ladies on campus. So, of course, on the first day of class he chose to sit down next to an attractive co-ed.
However, as he passed by me, he smiled and wished me a good morning. Smiling back at him I said: "Good morning!" Now I knew that I had a crush on the guy but I also knew that my attention needed to be on the coursework and the professor's very detailed lectures.
The class was quite interactive and the professor engaged us with questions and problems about the state of Europe after World War I. He also had a routine where he gave a quiz every week and a larger exam every two weeks.
I noticed right away that Aaron had sporadic attendance and after the first exam was passed back he just took his books and, with a rather serious look on his face, got up and left the class.
A day or two after that event Aaron was in class and I could not help but notice that he threw a few glances my way. "Could he be interested in me?" I mused although I was so closeted I would have probably rejected any advance. But the thought of his potential interest made me tingle inside.
As I departed class that day I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Aaron standing there with a sheepish smile on his face. He extended his hand and introduced himself and then asked if he might speak with me in private.
We located a bench outside of the library and sat down. Aaron told me that he had noticed I was very "engaged" in class and always had my hand up or was actively debating with the professor. I blushed and told him I had an interest in history and greatly enjoyed the class.
Aaron looked right at me with those beautiful dark eyes and said: "We are only a few weeks in and I am failing the class. I can't drop it as I need the history credit." He then sat silent for a moment before he said: "I'm wondering if you might consider helping or tutoring me. I would be happy to pay you."
I felt star struck. This handsome, masculine hunk wanted me...as a tutor. I told him I would be happy to help him study for no pay but I also insisted that he come to every class meeting. He readily agreed and we put a plan in place to meet at the library that evening to begin.
Aaron was true to his word. His attendance in class was stellar and our tutoring sessions were productive. Truth be told, I loved every minute of being with this hunk and he seemed very sincere and dedicated to his studies.
Aaron was also very demonstrative in how he showed his appreciation. He would sometimes pat me on the back or slap my knee when he got an answer right. Many nights I had to focus on the problems of Europe to keep from getting a noticeable erection in my pants. Little by little Aaron's grade began to improve and he seemed very grateful to me for my assistance.
In mid October, during a study session, Aaron asked if I might be interested in a weekend study session at his parents cabin. They had a place about 70 miles from the campus. He said it was quiet and peaceful there and we could study and get ready for the upcoming mid-term exam.
Of course I agreed and wondered what a weekend alone with my baseball hunk would be like. Where would we sleep? Would we talk about other things besides European History? I could hardly sleep that night as my imagination played out different scenarios.
The following Friday we left campus around noon and were soon settled in the small cabin by 2:00pm. I immediately noticed that there was only one bed but there was also a sofa in the main room. Perhaps I would be assigned to the sofa.
We dropped off our overnight bags and, since it was a beautiful fall day, Aaron wanted to show me around the surrounding wooded area. As we left the cabin he put his arm around me and said: "Friend, you are going to be so relaxed by Sunday!"
We walked along the trails for a bit and then came back to the cabin. Aaron had brought 2 gloves and a baseball so we played catch. Then we had fun running some races (he beat me in everyone) and having a push-up contest where I was able to keep up with him for a bit but ultimately I lost that one too.
Finally, after working up quite a sweat, we headed back in to clean up. Aaron went into the bedroom and emerged with nothing more than a towel about his waist. I marveled at his chiseled chest and beautiful thighs.
He smiled at me and said: "I shower pretty fast and then you're up next." Not sure where to undress I went into the bedroom, took of my clothes and put the towel around my waist just as he had done.
