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Writing for Joe Chapter 4
Jessica was walking down the hall of the history building heading to her anthology class. As she approached the room, she felt a hand grab her by the shoulder and spin her around.
She stood staring into the angry face of a girl she had met a few times at a couple of frat parties during the year. She thought her name might be Tiffany.
"Listen, sister." Tiffany angrily spoke to Jessica. "Tell that cute boyfriend of yours to leave my little brother alone."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She now remembered that Tiffany was Jeremy's older sister. She was beginning to put two and two together and figured that Matt must have spoken to her brother.
"Yeah, sure." She continued. "I saw him talking to Jeremy yesterday morning as he was walking to school. I don't know what he wants, but tell him to lay off. My brother's been through enough."
"I'm sure Matt had a reason." She told her.
"He talked to me yesterday, too. I told him to mind his own business. If he tries to open up old sores, a lot of people in this town are going to be pissed, myself included."
"If he hurts Jeremy in any way, I'll make sure he gets it." She warned Jessica.
"Wellston may be in jail, but he still has contacts. I'll make sure he never writes another story again. You got that?" She spat out. "The only thing that will be written is his obituary. Now you go back and tell that little fag you call a boyfriend what I said."
"Whatever. Now move out of my fucking way before I kick your ass right here." To Jessica this was no threat. She balled her hand into a fist prepared to knock Tiffany to the ground. Tiffany huffed, turned and retreated back down the hall.
"Just remember what I said." She yelled back.
Jessica was disturbed by the venom in Tiffany's words. She knew she had to get to Matt and warn him what she had said.
Matt was sitting in his dorm room reading a book when there was a light tapping at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone today, since it was a Sunday. Most students had gone home for the weekend and the dorm was rather quiet.
He opened the door and there stood Joe with a hesitant look on his face.
"Yeah, Joe. What do you want?" Matt said coolly. This was the first time he had seen him since his bitchy behavior in class when he embarrassed him in front of everyone in the news room.
"Can I come in?" Joe quietly asked. "I need to talk to you for a minute. I promise I won't stay long."
"Sure, come in." Matt stepped aside and allowed Joe to enter. Their arms touched briefly, causing Joe to tense up.
"Look, about the other day. I'm sorry." Joe apologized.
"Which day? There seems to have been a couple." Matt responded sharply.
"I guess I deserved that," said Joe.
"Look, I'm sorry, ok?" He began. "You've become a really good friend over the past couple of years. I don't want to lose that."
He raised his head up and looked into Matt's questioning eyes.
"I just don't think I can be what you want me to be. I've never been with a guy before. To be honest, until you, I've never thought about it."
Until you. That caught Matt's attention. Maybe Joe had been having feelings for him. Could he be thinking about him that way? He knew he had to be cautious or he would take the chance of further alienating him.
"I guess I should apologize to you, Joe." Matt said honestly.
"I should have been straight with you in the first place. I should have told you I was gay three years ago when we first met." He looked at Joe waiting for his response.
"You didn't have to tell me. I figured it out a long time ago, I think. I was just trying not to face it." Joe said.
"The way I feel about you goes against everything I've been taught or ever felt. I can't exactly understand it. Sometimes it's really hard for me to handle."
"Everything's been going along alright. I've been able to suppress my feelings, but you seem to want more. I just can't do that. I'm really sorry."
"You're a great guy and deserve someone a hellavu lot better than me." Joe admitted.
Matt stood staring wide-eyed into Joe's handsome face the entire time he spoke.
"I don't know what to say here Joe." Matt started. "I thought I could handle this too, but I can't. Every time I see you, I want to be with you more. You're a really special guy. The last thing I wanted to do was push you away."
Joe looked at Matt with tears in his eyes.
"I really can't do this. I'm sorry. We'll try to make our friendship work, but I can't offer you anything more." Joe insisted.
"Tell me you don't love me, and I'll let it go." Matt knew he was stepping on dangerous ground, giving Joe an ultimatum like this. He knew if Joe walked out now, then there wouldn't be a friendship worth saving.
"I can't say that, you know it." Joe dropped his head.
"Then tell me you love me." Matt said quietly, moving towards Joe.
"I." That's as far as he got. Joe looked sympathetically into Matt's eyes and turned towards the door.
"I can't." He opened the door and left. Matt peered out and watched him walk sadly down the hall.
"You did what!" Jeremy screamed at his sister, Tiffany.
"I told Cobra about that fucking Matt talking to you." Tiffany shouted back.
"You know he'll tell Wellston!"
Jeremy couldn't believe this shit was rearing its ugly head again. He thought it was all behind him. When Wellston had plea bargained last year, it meant he didn't have to testify in court against him. He thought it was over.
Jeremy met Wellston at a basketball game the year before. They had been introduced by his friend, Franklin. Little did he know that meeting would be a turning point in his life.
Wellston had taken an immediate liking to Jeremy. Jeremy was a cute and charming young man. He would be a wonderful addition to his stable of young men.
Wellston had been dealing in drugs and prostitution for years. He had become very affluent as a result. The car dealerships had made him rich, but his illegal activities had made him extremely wealthy. He was the exclusive dealer of illicit drugs in the area. Any competition was immediately dealt with. They were given one warning. If they didn't heed the warning, then they were never seen again.
Wellston had a close relationship with his associates.' They were paid very well and in return they gave Wellston their complete loyalty. If he told them something needed to be done,' then they did it.
Cobra was one of his most loyal employees. Several years ago he went to jail for six months when he took a possession rap for Wellston. Drugs belonging to Wellston were found in a car that Cobra was a passenger in, but he told police they were his. For his loyalty, he had received a very hefty reward.
Wellston's sale of marijuana, cocaine, crack and Ecstasy amassed millions per year. However, it was his prostitution trade that he was most fond of. It was not as financially rewarding, but it fulfilled his sexual needs.
He had amassed a bevy of about 10 young women, many teenage girls, and about 8 boys. His MO was always the same. He would establish a friendship built primarily around his wealth. Most of his victims came from average or poor means. Many he preyed upon came from single parent families, always the mother.
He found they could be the easiest to manipulate. Usually neglected by the mother's long hours and in need of many material things, it was easy to develop a relationship. He could provide for them the things they didn't have.
At first it would be so innocent. A few dollars here, a couple more there. Then he would begin to buy them more expensive gifts- computers, Ipods, bicycles, designer clothing, anything they desired.
After several months of these generous gifts, he would begin to demand more from them. He would begin by asking for sexual favors. He would ask for a quick hand job in the limousine on the way somewhere to buy them something nice. Then he would soon demand a blow job, and then later intercourse.
For Wellston, he didn't care- male or female. Being bisexual, he would put his cock in a young boy's asshole as readily as a virgin cunt. He had an affinity for young boys, though. Boys just like Jeremy. Young, innocent and very vulnerable.
Jeremy was easily impressionable. He felt unloved at home, often spending countless hours alone. For the past several years he had been struggling with his sexuality. He began to more and more to believe he might be gay. He had isolated himself from most of his friends for fear of them finding out.
He had met Wellston at a party when his friend, Franklin, introduced them. He was awestruck that a man of Wellston's reputation would take an interest in him. He told him what a nice young man he was and gave him the attention that he lacked in not having a father. He had never met his own father. He had left his mother she was pregnant with him.
He began by paying him good money to wash cars at his car lots. Then in the winter when the weather wouldn't permit it, he began to give him `odd jobs.' They were usually simple tasks, but Wellston would pay him well.
One day he was in a storeroom in the back of the showroom. It was late at night and everyone else had left for the day. He was stacking boxes when Wellston approached him.
He walked up to where Jeremy was standing on the ladder, reaching for a box. He began to gently rub his leg.
"Everything going alright, Jeremy?" Wellston asked.
"Yes, sir." Jeremy froze, feeling Wellston's hand rubbing up his leg, approaching his cock.
"Am I paying you enough?" He asked as he began to rub Jeremy's cock through his denim jeans. His cock began to stiffen.
"Yes, sir." Jeremy's voice started to tremble.
"That's good. You know, there is a way for you to make more, if you're interested." He began to roughly stroke Jeremy's now hard cock.
Jeremy was fearful to say anything as Wellston began to unzip his pants and pull out his now throbbing cock. This was a man who had been very generous to him for the past year. He was afraid to tell him to stop.
"Such a nice dick." Wellston said as he began to stroke him. Jeremy's six inch cock was beginning to form precum on the end. Wellston stuck out his tongue and licked it off. Jeremy went rigid. He couldn't believe what was happening.
Wellston opened his mouth and engulfed his hard cock into his mouth. Jeremy had never experienced such a feeling before. The older man's mouth was sucking expertly on him. He would suck him to the base, and then go back to the head, before ramming his hungry mouth back down onto his cock.
Jeremy couldn't take much more. He warned Wellston.
"I'm cumming!" Wellston thrust his mouth back down and Jeremy emptied his teen balls into the man's mouth. Wellston drank hungrily at the sweet mixture that was filling his throat.
Jeremy was spent. He had been sitting on a rung of the ladder while he had experienced his first blow job. Shakily he climbed down, assisted gently by Wellston.
"You alright, boy?" Wellston asked. He handed Jeremy a crisp $100 bill.
"Yes, sir. I just need a minute." Jeremy replied in a ragged voice.
"Good. Now it's your turn." Wellston replied as he unzipped his pants and took out his enormous eight inch cock from its hiding place. He grabbed Jeremy by the shoulders and forced him to his knees.
This was the beginning of his demise into Hell.
"I hope he does tell him." Tiffany said breaking him from his thoughts.
"You're going to cause trouble again. I thought this shit was over."
"Matt's going to do an article on the sexual activity at Wellston's mansion. If he finds out we're involved, it could be our asses. You know Wellston's been paying us to keep quiet."
"I have been quiet. I haven't spoken to him. I told him to get lost." Jeremy assured her.
"Listen, Fucker. If you do anything to spoil it for us, I'll personally kick your ass. You got that?" She threatened.
Tiffany had been one of Wellston's personal favorites. She had spent many nights in bed with him satisfying his needs. She was eagerly anticipating his release so that she might convince him to marry her someday.
She had visited him at the prison almost weekly and had remained faithful. She assured him that she and her brother would keep quiet about everything. There was no way she was going to let Matt ruin her meal ticket.
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