At the end of chapter 2:
As I approached the door of our room, I slowed down and listened outside the door.
"oh, yeah, Chris stayed back to talk to Al. I think he's got the hots for her." Gunt was saying to Rob.
Wha - at?
"She was looking very interested in his every word." He continued. "They were laughing pretty hard when I left. I heard your name, too, but I don't know what they were saying."
What is this guys game, anyway? Should I burst in the door and call him the liar he was? No, that might implicate me - and her! Maybe I could wait to talk to Rob alone. I made some extra loud noise, and then entered the room. "Took you long enough," Gunt said. Rob just glared at me.
So ended chapter 2. Chris is not a complicated guy like Gunther is. Can he compete? Does right always have to hold sway in a story? Let's see!
Chapter 3
"Really?" I said to Gunt. "I followed you all the way back."
Rob looked between us, confused and suspicious. We all went to our studies in silence.
One week later, at the quad: "Rob has really been scarce, lately," Al was saying to me, "Are you sure he's okay?"
"I told you, you should call him."
"NO! I can't do that! Call me old fashioned, but I believe a guy should do the calling! And I really believe Rob feels that way too. If I call him, I may never hear from him again."
There were a lot of people in the quad at lunch time, so we were speaking almost in a whisper, and our heads were close together, as we sat at the table. I glanced to the side, and on the other side of the quad I saw Gunt with his hand on Robs shoulder, pointing in our direction. I determined that Gunt and I were going to have a talk, later! As it turned out it wasn't too much later. Right after lunch, just by chance, he was in the quad restroom when I came in.
"You and Al looked real sweet at the lunch table." He said, all sugary.
"I don't know what you're up to, but leave it alone!" I demanded. "Rob and Al really like each other! Don't spoil it for them!" It wasn't a request.
"All's fair in love and war!" He sneered, as he left. I was right in the middle of my pee, so I could not follow immediately, and when I did, he was nowhere to be seen.
That afternoon, as we left our English lit class, Rob hurried ahead. "Wait Rob!" I called, as we were almost to the dorm. He stopped and turned.
"What!" He said. I caught up and we resumed walking.
"Rob, you know I like you a lot. Much too much to -"
"Cut the crap! What do you want?" He sounded both hurt and disgusted.
"Rob! Gunt is trying to get between you and Al."
"Looked to me that YOU are the one whose trying to do that!"
"How well do you know me?" I said
"Not well."
How well do you know Gunt?"
"Not well."
"Well, - which do you trust more?"
He just stared at me blankly at first. "I really don't know any more."
"Rob, Gunt is trying to break you and Al up!"
"There's nothing to break up." He said.
"Yet!" I retorted. Again he just looked at me - as if waiting for more. "He wants to get into her pants!"
""He says that's what you want!"
We were approaching the door of our room. I put my finger to my lips. We entered and he wasn't there.
As the door closed, I said, "Rob, I'm gay! Queer as a 3 dollar bill! I am not interested in Al in that way.
He had shrugged off his clothes and was headed, in the buff, to the bathroom. I was down to my skivvies.
"All I know is what I have seen. You and Al seemed pretty cozy at that table this afternoon!" He was reaching in to turn on the shower.
"DAMMIT, ROB! Come here!" He hesitated, then turned the shower back off. He came over and sat on my bed, next to me. It took all me concentration to try to ignore his magnificent nakedness not two feet away from me. "The only reason I am going to even listen to you, is I WANT to believe you."
"And you think you can trust that Ass hole over me?"
"I just don't know. I tell the truth, and I don't get it when others don't.
I can't tell the difference - Really!"
"You don't have to." I said.
"Why?" he inquired.
All you have to do is call her. Call Al, and she will confirm - well at least that I have not been hitting on her."
"I can't do that! We hardly -"
"Damn you, Rob! You can't call her! She said SHE can't call you! I don't kn-"
"What do you mean, she can't call me?"
"She was asking about you today and I told her to call you. But she says that nice girls don't call guys!"
"Really?" He looked pleased.
"Really! It's as simple as a phone call."
"I would feel so stupid!"
"Would it be worth it? Would SHE be worth it?"
"I - I guess so."
"You GUESS so?"
"Okay! I will call right now!"
"Please get dressed first! You are driving me up the wall!"
"I have to take my shower first." He headed back toward the bathroom.
"Rob?" I siad, all grins.
"Huh?"
"You're really a pin head!" I couldn't resist.
He turned back, ran to the bed and attacked me! He started to tickle me and we wrestled all over the bed. It was very stimulating to me, and my boner popped out, but he didn't see it. Gunt did. He came in the door, saw us, Rob naked, me nearly so, and my boner sticking up like a light house on the shore, for all to see. Rob then saw it too!
"Well, well WELL!" Gunt said, a look of supreme satisfaction on his face.
"Listen you jerk!" Rob said.
"No, it's "Ass hole"!" I said.
"I guess I have you both in a kind of a bind huh?" Gunt said, with an evil grin. Rob looked down, and he was sporting a biggie too!
"First of all," Gunt hissed, "You guys are "out" if either of you gives me any trouble!"
"Gunt. -" I started.
"SHADDUP, queer!" he snapped. "Okay, Rob! Go take your shower - NOW!"
Big ol' Rob demurely headed into the bathroom. "And make it a LONG one!" Gunt added. "you deserve to be reeeel clean after what I just saw!"
As soon as the shower was going, he turned to me and unzipped. He pulled out his already raging woody, and commanded, "Start sucking! And no funny business, queer, if you want your little secret to remain under wraps!"
"Gunt we weren't -"
"Looked to me like you WERE! Shut up and SUCK! Make it a good one, like the other night! QUEER!"
I am sure he got off on power! His boner seemed to spring up higher as he was talking. I was really mixed. It - HE - looked so good to me. He hadn't shaved that morning, and his thin hair was falling ever so sexy-ly over his eyebrow. I won't say I took him in with relish, but I was surprised how hot it felt to be raped. And he did. He grabbed my head and jabbed it down my throat over and over until it was spent. He fell forward, and his eyes momentarily looked into mine. I saw such anger, such hurt, such sorrow - momentarily. Maybe I only saw what I wanted to see.
The shower stopped. He jumped up and zipped up and said, "There will be much more of that, huh, fag!? I could tell you liked it!" the bathroom door opened and Rob came out, looking as cowed as when he went in. "You boys continue where you left off. I am going to make a little visit to a certain, very tall girl. And if either of you tries to stop me, she will be the first to know about you two!" And he left.
Rob and I just stared at the door for a moment. Then we stared at each other. The little shit was black-mailing us!
"Rob, I just don't know what to think!"
"Me neither. I was so sure he was just a hurt little soul. Now this!
"I thought I could still see so much hurt in his eyes, as he was -" I stopped cold.
"As he was what?"
"Oh god! You don't know what he did while you were in the shower."
"Wha - at?"
"Did you wonder why he wanted you to take a long shower?"
"No, but - why?"
"He raped me!"
"Isn't that a little harsh? Rape?! That infers taking you by force. He couldn't do that if you didn't want him to."
"Rob! What are you saying? What are you accusing ME of?"
"Nothing, I -"
"Fuck yes you are! You're suggesting -"
"Chris, what did he do?" he interrupted, calmly.
"Used his blackmail to force me to - to -" I started to cry. I was so crushed. Rob was right. Gunt was right! I DID want it. But not that way!
But I did enjoy it! I was crushed and the more I thought about it, the more angry I got! I was almost hysterical - I guess I was! I certainly could not talk.
Rob encircled me with his big arms. "We are going to get through this somehow. Chris, we just are!"
I know he did tell me not to take it wrong when he hugged me, but I was so vulnerable! I immediately became aroused. I was completely disgusted with my self. I free and threw myself on the bed.
"Chris, calm down! It's gonna be -"
"Stop saying that! It's NOT okay - NOW! I am so disgusted with myself!" I didn't know what to think.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I don't mean to minimize your trouble. But lets take it somewhat analytically. And more rationally. You haven't said anything I could make sense of."
"Are you gonna slap me?" I grinned through my tears.
He ignored that. "Chris, first of all, did you - did you enjoy it?"
I started to tremble. Rob sat down and touched my shoulder. It went like an electric shock through me. I sat up and buried my face in his shoulder and neck and strained to squeeze back the tears. "I - I just - SHIT! YES! I - enjoyed it! That little shit is very - very - attractive to me!"
"Did he hurt you?" Rob was still calm. It had a calming effect on me.
"Did he hurt me? Yeah, I guess." I was pretty hoarse, not only from the forceful way he took me, but from crying.
"What do you mean, you `guess'"
"Can I even explain it to you? I don't want to -"
"Don't worry about me. Just speak plainly, so I can understand."
"He grabbed my head and forced his - his - himself all the way down my throat. It made me gag, and yes it hurt a lot!"
"I am going to beat that little ass hole to a pulp!"
"But you don't understand! I think he could tell how I -" I looked away. I cold not look him in the eye. I could not look myself in the eye! "I am sure he could tell how aroused that made me! I just about creamed my own panties doing it! Look! Just talking about it has gotten me hard all over again. Am I some kind of sick-o?"
"No, you are some kind of masochist. You get sexually excited by pain. That is a classic case of masochism."
"How do you know this stuff?"
"I studied it in high school. I did a report on masochism."
"You are right. I - look!" I grabbed a rather large chunk of hair from the top of my wrist and slowly pulled it out."
"Don't! Don't do that! Ugh! That is - gross!"
"It hurts - actually a lot. But as long as I can control it, it is sexually stimulating to me. I never talked about it, because I thought I was just perverted in some way. I hate headaches or other pain I can't control. I could have stopped the pain of Gunt ramming me with his - but - but I liked it."
I was somehow very calm saying that. Maybe just having Rob so calm and understanding and making me feel like I was not dirty or crazy gave me a new sense of - perspective or something."
"Okay, Chris. Here is what we have. No matter how you perceived his actions, no matter how you even liked it, it was done out of malice and sexual greed and satisfaction. He has to be stopped."
"But how -"
"I don't know yet, but here's a start. Could I tell Al about you - your homosexual side?"
"Wh - I guess, if you trust her."
"I don't really know her too well but sometimes we have to risk a little."
"Okay, but- "
"You know very well that I have a hard time talking to girls, but I am not going to let that little shit use her self doubts against her!"
"What has she got to be ashamed of?"
"She thinks that because of her size, guys don't like her or are intimidated by her. Maybe that's even so, but I am not going to let that conniving ass hole use that to get to her! I am going to call her now. I'll put it on speaker phone so you can hear."
"Hello?"
"Hi, Al?"
"Rob?"
"How did you know?"
"You have a very recognizable voice. Listen, can I call you back? I have company."
"Before you go, is your company - is it Gunther?"
"Yes, why?"
"Well, I guess he knows it's me, then. He is trying to black mail me and - Chris. He wants to take advantage of you!"
"Just a minute." She put her hand over the phone. "Gunther, I will be right back, This is kind of personal." I heard a door close. "I'm in the bathroom."
"Oh gosh, he knows it's me!" Rob said. "You said my name when you answered.
"What's this all about?"
"It's kind of embarrassing, but I think it's necessary to tell you. Chris was telling me what an idiot Gunther is and when I did not accept it easily, he - proved it to me, and then called me a pinhead, so I attacked him. It was all in fun once we started wrestling, but I was just about to get in the shower and Chris was in his skivvies, and we - uh, - we both had erections. I didn't even notice, and I don't think Chris did -"
"I did!" I said
"Is Chris there now?" She said.
"Yeah, I'm here." I said. "I am gay. Rob is not! I -"
"I knew that." She said. "I knew you were gay."
Well fuck me!
"Okay, so I don't hide it very well. Did you also know that Rob isn't?"
"I never gave it any thought. I just thought he was shy. But then - why did he -"
"It just happens sometimes. Most guys would react in the same way.
"Oh! I didn't know." She said. I looked at Rob and he was a very deep shade of red.
"Anyway," Rob said, "The damage is done. He knows we called."
"what difference does that make?"
"He's blackmailing us." Rob said. We could hear the door opening on the other side of the receiver.
"Gunther?"
"Yeah?" He sounded pissed already
"Get out!"
"But- "
"GET OUT, you little pip squeek!"
"Tell those ass holes -"
SLAM
"He's gone" she said
"Oh goody!" I said. "Now he can spread it all over the campus!"
"It's his word against yours."
"He has a WAY with words. And some people are all ears when it comes to gossip of this kind. They just want to believe it!" I said.
"What I don't understand," she said, "is why you think you are keeping it a secret. If I guessed it, then I'm sure others have as well. Just be -"
"I don't think either of us is in need of a lecture right now!" Rob said.
"I'm so sorry." And she sounded it.
"Listen sweetie," I said, "We have to go. We have to prepare for Gunt's homecoming."
"Rob?" She said.
"Huh?"
"Call me, okay?"
Click!
Rob said, "What do you mean, "Get ready?"
"You'll see!"
"Hey! She told me to call!"
Note: Okay, how are our guys gonna get out of this mess? I guess we will have to wait and see!
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Love, Steve