Jack Away at College, Part 5
By botpuppy@aol.com
Mark is telling this part
Jack seemed to be trying to get my goat, and I couldn't figure out why. He was always kind of arrogant, and that was one of the things that I had grown to love about him. This time, though, he seemed determined to want to embarrass me. When the waiter brought the menus, and I ordered, he told the waiter that I would rather have something with a bone in it, and ordered a T-bone for me, telling the waiter that I liked big bones with a lot of beef on them, and some white sauce at the tip. The gay waiter understood exactly what the innuendo was and kind of smirked at me with a wink.
The thing that made me bolt, though, was when Jack told the waiter that he was sure that I needed to pee, and asked him where the rest rooms were. The waiter arched an eyebrow, saying that the men's room was on the left, and... The ladies on the right. Jack, said, there you are, babe and remember to wipe off when you finish.
That did it for me. I made my way out of the restaurant, and threw some money at the host; I'm leaving, I said, and not bothering with a reply. I told the carhop to call me a taxi, but after a few minutes I decided to walk to town and grab the next train home. The weather was decent, and the walk almost got me out of the funk I was in.
Damn that Jack, damn, damn, damn. I had wanted this night to be perfect, and everything I did or said seemed to annoy him. The valet parking, the caviar, the vodka all seemed to provoke him. Maybe, oh gee, maybe all that elegance had made him uncomfortable. It all seemed perfectly natural to me, but I began to speculate that not everyone grew up the way that I did and could be resentful.
But I decided then and there that I would drop out of school for a semester, and then enroll at the Ivy League College that my mom had picked for me. Big deal, I thought, you wanted to go to a less exclusive school to be with regular guys from working class families instead of those rich kids like me at that snotty prep school mom sent me to. Well, look what that got me. I'd get my stuff out of the dorm next week, and as far as the computer and stereo, well Jack was welcome to them.
I didn't realize how seedy the neighborhood near the station was, and I began to walk more quickly. The old station was just about a block away when I became aware of a big black guy slouching against the wall of a nearby building. In spite of myself, I had to admire his looks. Handsome chiseled features, tight jeans with a beautiful bulge in his crotch.
But I had had enough of that kind of thing with Jack. I walked faster, determined to avoid any more of this one way sex between males. I didn't get too far, though. He approached me and began to talk. You are a cute little white boy, dude, ain't ya? I bet u wanna meet my johnson, ain't that right? C'mon, you wanna suck on my big black cock, don't ya. Not a question and the tone of his voice was enough to make worry that his "johnson" was soon going to be finding its place.
No, damnit I almost screamed, let me alone, I don't want it and I'll fight you off. Just let me alone, Ok? And I tried to get past him and into the station. But he was too strong for me, and he just grabbed my belt and lifted me slightly, half walking me and half carrying me toward the alley. I was scared now, and my briefs and pants hurt as they dug into my ass crack. We got there and he forced me to my knees, holding my head down with one hand, and unzipping with the other. I gasped when I saw the size of his dick. Jack was certainly a well-endowed male, but this guy was unbelievable.
He smirked down at me as he saw that I was fascinated by this specimen of manhood. "Yea, u faggots all near pass out when they see my piece, and you're gonna love sucking it hard. When I get around to fucking that white pussy of yours, you're gonna realize just how much you need to be my bitch. Now open up them pretty lips and taste this black meat, you fuckin' fairy."
I pursed my lips tightly closed, knowing that he would eventually have his way, but still trying. That only seemed to amuse him, though, and he rubbed the big thick head of his cock on my lips. "Hey, hey, little white bitch is playing hard to get. Good that's even better, I get tired of them stuck up white college boys who come down here in their fancy cars and fuckin' beg for my johnson. I'm gonna enjoy you, and you be begging for this meat soon enough." With that, he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back and my face up. Holding me firm in this uncomfortable position, he took his cock in the other hand and began to slap my face with it.
All of a sudden, I heard a man's voice shouting. "OK, Wilson, the game is over, let him go." When I was released, I saw the biggest policeman I had ever seen. I was never so happy to see a cop before or since. He was also black and my tormentor obviously knew him and treated him with respect. "You standing out here, forcing that kid to do sex with you, what is this, you turning queer, Wilson? Now you get your nigger ass home boy, Before I kick that black ass of yours. I'll be over to your house after I take care of this kid. Then you and I are going to have a little talk with your momma, you hear. After she finds out what you were up to tonight, I doubt that I'm going to have any more trouble with you, now get." This tough guy was obviously afraid of both the cop and his mother, and without a word, he hurried out of the alley and kept walking.
"You can file a complaint against him down at the station if you want, but I doubt that much would come out of it. Besides, I know him and his family. His old man was killed accidentally by some druggie punks in a driveby gang war, and he isn't recovered from the shock of that. He's actually a good kid, just seems to have developed a knack for getting himself into scrapes. Between his mother and me, we'll straighten him out a hell of a lot better than our wimpy judges would do."
I quickly agreed, and all I wanted now was to recover from this scene and get home. When I told the officer that I was on my way to the station to wait for the next train, he shook his head. Last train left a half-hour ago, son. You're from the State College, right? I'll give you a ride back to campus; you can't get another train until morning.
The last thing that I wanted to do was to go back to the dorm and Jack, but not wanting to get into that story with the cop, I agreed.
Thankfully, Jack wasn't in the room when I got in. I set the alarm for 6 AM, and got into my nightshirt and, exhausted by the all the night' events, was soon fast asleep.
Jack is telling this part
Maybe it would make more sense if I told more about myself. In grade school, I was the runt of the class. In eighth grade, while all the other kids had been developing the body hair and deepening voices of teen boys, I was still a soprano, and with no signs of hair on my legs and pits, but worst of all on my crotch. To make it worse, my dick was noticeably smaller than the other boys, which they never failed to comment about when we had to strip and shower after gym classes, and I grew to hate days when we had gym.
The relentless teasing seemed never to stop, and they began to call me names like sissy boy and fairy. I would rush home after school and cry most days, wishing for a friend. One day a couple of guys were pushing me around and taunting me even more than usual when Steve came down the hall and told them to fuck off. Steve was a big guy and everybody gave him his space. The other boys got the idea and backed off, then Steve asked me if I wanted a ride home.
I was happy to be around him and we got to his car and headed home, but on the way I found out that was a price to pay for my new friendship. He told me that he'd keep those bullies off my ass, but that he was tired of jerking off, and I was going to have to suck his cock whenever he wanted to get off, which was usually at least once a day. Of course I was shocked, and said no, I couldn't do that. He just grinned and nodded OK with me guy, good luck with those guys at school.
The torments began again, even intensifying. I convinced myself that his terms weren't that bad, and sought him out to tell him so. He was true to his word, and when the boys realized that they would have to answer to Steve if they messed with me, the taunts stopped. The boys actually became friendly and I was finally relieved of my burden.
There was the price, though, but I found it to be worthwhile. The first time I blew him, I gagged and spit his cum out, but after a while I began to get used to it, and swallowed it down the way he told me too. And it happened almost every day and sometimes more often. In his car, behind the gym, in our garage, even at the movies. We were sitting up front, with nobody in our row. Steve just said, "Blow me." I was nervous, and tried to conceal my movements from the people behind us. Slouching down low in my seat, I slipped onto the floor between Jack's legs. My hand shook as I slowly unzipped his jeans, thinking that the sound would be heard throughout the theater. His cock was hard and I couldn't get it out of his jeans, so I just covered his dick in my mouth and sucked it. I guess he was as turned on by this scene as I was, because he soon let out a soft moan and came in my mouth. That's when I shot my load, too, soaking my briefs. He told me not to swallow it, and I got back up into my seat with his cum in my mouth and lips. "Show me", he said and I opened my mouth for him. He grinned, "That was good".
In spite of the sexual inequity, we actually became friendly. He never even touched my dick, but we spent a lot of time together, even when he wasn't horny, and I was really happy to have him for my buddy. His dad had some workout equipment and when Steve suggested that I work out with him, I jumped at the chance. He had me on the weight machine everyday, and in just a month, I had begun to make some progress.
School ended for the summer and I continued the body building regimen. My chest and biceps were toning up nicely, and I was actually growing taller at the same time my body was toning up. But the thing that really thrilled me that summer was that I began to notice stubble of emerging hairs on my legs, pits and crotch. By the time high school started, I was almost 5'10, 165, and still growing, with a respectable growth of hair in all the right places. I began to get into sports, enjoyed the intramural games, especially football. I had a pretty good arm, and after a while I was everybody's favorite choice for quarterback. The varsity football coach was watching one of our games one day, and came over to me after the game. I had a great day, throwing for three touchdowns, and he complimented me on the game. He suggested that I come out for varsity next year, and I was at the top of the world. Steve and I weren't seeing each other nearly so often anymore, but he came by my house that night, asking about how I had been, and complimenting me on my physique. I knew that I owed this new look and attitude to him, and told him so. Na, he said, you just needed a little encouragement is all, and smiled. I wondered whether he had come for his long overdue blowjob, but he made no mention of that, just telling me that he and his new girl friend hit it off very well. He left me having no doubt that soon he was not going to need me for sex anymore. You know the rest. I had changed myself from a skinny runt into a well-built jock And I had become, I now realized, a real prick, as well. The girls, the condoms, the teacher, all that was my way of denying all that time I had spent suffering ridicule and sucking a guy's dick for companionship and protection.
When the car-hop told me that Mark had left, walking in the direction to town, I got in my car, searching all over for him. Having no idea of where he was headed, I drove up and down, covering probably every block of the little downtown area, but no sign of him. On the off chance that he may have got the idea of going home, I parked near the station. On my way I noticed this hot black guy, obviously shaken up by something, and hotfooting it away. No sign of anybody in the station, though, and an old man paused as he mopped the floor to tell me that the last train had left. My heart sank as the thought of losing Mark began to become a real possibility. If only I could explain to him how I felt, mentally kicking myself for the way I had treated him. I would get his home address from the school and go to him and beg him to forgive me. Then I realized how deeply I felt for him. When I left the station, I saw a cop car headed off, but there was no ticket on my car, and I continued searching the streets till I realized that it made no sense. I decided to make the trip to Mark's house the next day and drove back to the dorm.