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Boxers and Panties!
TJ Ryder
http://www.sissytrain.com/
The slight white boy on the mostly
black jock campus frowned when he looked at his mailbox at
Omega fraternity at the end of his classes. Jan bit his lip
as Trebonne grinned, his huge hulking shape over his shoulder.
"From Coach Jackson? What they doin, recruiting you for
the football team?"
"I'd have a better chance trying out for the team than what he
really wants me to do!"
"Wazzat?"
"Oh, never mind!" he replied grumpily.
As he walked back up to his room reading the short hopeful note
from the coach, wondering how he was going to tell him it wasn't
going to work out being the 'girlfriend' of his latest closeted
superjock, he got on his computer and emailed a response. He had
been avoiding responding to emails from the coach for a week now
and realized this written note had to get a response. At Bolus
the head coach ran the giant athletic department of the biggest
pro superjock recruiting black university in the world and his word
was worth more than the president or any of the deans.
Slipping into only bikini panties and sandals, the preferred
uniform for white boys at the mostly black jock fraternity, he
wondered if had had let gossip ruin his first face to face with
Jermaine the Jolt Robinson. Maybe he never gave the giant black
boy a real chance! In any case, he sighed, he knew from the
first moment it wouldn't work, even for a pretend social date.
The dude was just impossible. No manners, barely spoke English
he could understand, and even rude to him in front of others.
And the thing was he didn't even realize it! But all he had to do
to make the coach (who he owed big time), happy was to go out
with Jermaine on a couple of show dates to social functions as
his girlfriend. But he knew he couldn't keep his temper in check
and if he lost it he'd be in super trouble with the coach.
As he was trying to phrase a response, saying he wasn't the
right person, the pledge leader, Peter/Petra popped his head in
and reminded him of maid service in half an hour to serve the
food.
"Okay, say Peter, you ever meet Jermaine Robinson!"
Peter just rolled his eyes and walked out. 'Well word's
spread I guess!' And then the door opened, he heard a cane
tapping, and his blind roommate Robin walked in, tiredly
dropping his book bag on the bed!"
"Your'e kind of late, Peter wants us all in maid costumes for
dinner service!"
"(Sigh) Sure, why not!"
"Why are you late?"
"No escort today, had to find my way back from East Wing,
across campus. Got lost three times! Almost got hit by a
car!"
The slim blonde so much like himself except for his lack of
sight, laid back on the bed, rubbing his knee where he had tripped
over a grate.
"What happened to your escort?"
"Had to cancel, practice or something! Half my classes now
are unescorted but the one at East Wing is the only one I
have trouble working a safe route for! I don't mind walking
or stumbling but I hate falling!"
"I have class then, sorry!"
"I know, most guys do! Thanks anyway!"
"Hmmmm," Jan thought, looking into his computer to the first
email he got from Coach Jackson about Jermaine, and found his
school schedule. He was free that period and the beginning of a
plan began to form as he looked sideways at his prone roommate.
'
'Why not,' he thought? 'He looks just like me and if Jermaine likes
me he'd like Robin!'
"Robin, you hear anything about a big jock called Jermaine?"
"Nope!"
"Seeing anyone special?"
"Yeah right!"
"Well, I know a dude that has your East wing period free
and he needs a social date, you know, pass as a girlfriend.
The usual drill!"
"Uh huh, and why are you passing him to me?"
Jan paused.
"uh huh, and your question if I heard anything means
he's some kind of monster!"
"Nooo, well, not exactly. Just some rough edges is all!"
Robin smiled ruefully, "you mean rougher than the gorillas here
at Omega?"
"Yup," Jan said agreeably. Robin moaned and smiled
ruefully. Finally he sighed.
"Why not! He escorts me to East Wing and I do anything he wants
and I don't care if he's a real gorilla!"
"Um, listen, I did go out with him once, just for coffee and...!"
"He's super ugly I suppose. But maybe you noticed I'm blind?"
"No, well not ugly! Just, well, maybe insensitive, perhaps!"
"What's the whole story?"
"Well, he's gone through 5 whiteboys, 2 here at Omega, never
made it to the second date!"
"Oh, good, I get the rejects all the time don't I! Did you ask
Padri?" ( The Irish redhead who just joined the pledges at Omega.)
"He would not put with Jermaine and he's in love anyway!"
"I wish I had that luck. Look, invite him to this Friday night
dance and we can meet!"
"Can't, Jermaine's banned for life from Omega! The masters at
arms are afraid of him!"
"Those monsters?"
"Jermaine is called the Jolt! He's a ranked heavyweight
amateur boxer that Coach Jackson is hoping will make the Olympic
team this year!"
"Gets better doesn't it? I see it now! All right, I'll try
meeting him at the coffee shop if he wants!"
"Not on this campus, he's closeted up!"
"Okay, Pete's Place on Briarwood. I only go there in drag.
He has to pick me up here then!"
"That might work! He can get a car!"
"So what are you going to tell him about me?"
"That I have a schedule conflict for his social dates and you
don't and you look just like me!"
"Cept for the blind part! And you know what? You tell him about
my need for the East Wing escort gig. That's the deal!"
"You'll do it, then, for real? I have to tell the coach
something!"
"Yes! I'll try it, just for one date and we'll see how it goes!"
"Hmmmmm," Jan thought, picking up his phone. To his surprise
Jermaine answered, sounded rather fatalistic since he knew his date
with Jan didn't go well; but without much enthusiasm said he'd
talk to him. He put the phone in Robin's half-hearted, palm-out
gesture.
"Hello?" said Robin!
"Hey, this you, the other boy-gyrl?" The deep but young, rumbling
powerful voice said warily.
"Um, yes, I'm Robin, Jan's roommate at Omega House! Your name
is, Jermaine?"
"Don't heard of me? And yo is really blind?"
"No, and yes, I am. That's why I need somehow to get across
campus for that East Wing afternoon class!"
"Well, ah cain't make Pete's tonight, but I can do the class
thing tomorrow. After that maybe we can talk! Howdat?"
"Um, I won't be wearing a dress tomorrow at the college.
Afterwards I could go back to Omega and change and we could go out,
that is if, well...!"
"Yeah, yo don't want to just dump me like all you white sissies!"
"I would not phrase it like that, Jermaine!"
"awraht, Jan told me! I pick you up at West wing in front of
the Baylor building, and I gotta sit with you the whole class?"
"Well, yes, um I'm afraid, but the class on linguistics is
very interesting I think you'l find!"
"Riiight! Okay, I'm black natch, 6'5 and be wearing a red...!"
"I'm blind, Jermaine! You'll have to find me!"
"Yup, figures! An Yo look like Jan, how many white blonde boys
on campus, haw haw!"
"And holding a cane!" Robin smiled. After they hung up,
Robin casually remarked he didn't sound that bad. Jan just said
nothing
and looked down at his book.
******************************************************************
Two days later walking into the east wing building.
"Thanks for doing this Jermaine!" he said, as the massive young
stud was still reacting from a white boy holding his elbow and
walking besides him.
"No problem, you got to hold my elbow tho?"
"Yes, I hold yours. I can usually tell a curb coming but you have
to take shorter strides. I'm not as big as you are and I need to
use my cane!"
"Okay, and you done this yourself?"
"Several times, but I get lost, and since this is the last
period class, traffic is bad when I get out and have to cross
campus!"
"Ah hear dat! Yo do look like Jan tho, but sound foreign,
more than him even!"
"Well, I'm more british sounding I suppose!"
"Look, um, Robin, you know about Coach Jackson, what he wants me
to do an all, these social and olympic and recruiter parties and
dinners an all where ah gots to have an escort!"
"Yes, that's very common at Omega!" Robin said, slowing down
as his cane found a step.
"Well, there's that, but ah just don't want any pretend date.
Coach
tryin to keep me outta trouble ah know dat, but ah got mah own needs
and ah need dat too! An ah ain't good at playactin neither!"
"Jermaine, I am quite aware of that but we have just met!"
"Ah knows dat, but... wait, here's the hall! Where yo sittin?"
Robin touched his braille notebook. "Seats 43b and 43c. I sit in
43c. You can drop me off and pick me up after class if you want
to!"
"You don't sound like you want me to go?" Students were milling
all around them. A couple black males greeted Robin.
"Got yourself a new escort again, Robin?"
"Yes, Once again!" Robin smiled at the direction of the voice.
"Hope the seat is big enuff fo him, haw haw!" Robin felt
Jermaine's
arm tense, and he squeezed it.
He heard a subdued voice warn his friend not to mess with the Jolt!
Jermaine guided him down the flight of stairs to his row, catching
his elbow once when he got jostled, and decided to take the seat
besides him, on his left. There were almost 300 students in the room
already. Robin arranged his notebook and his laptop. They had
a few minutes before the lecture began.
"So you decided to stay!" Robin smiled.
"Ah know nothin about linguistics! But you wanted me to stay
dint you? Otherwise ah hang out outside!"
"No," Robin said, putting a hand lightly on his forearm.
"Please stay! You never went through orientation as an escort I know,
but you see, for me it's all touch. I get nervous surrounded by
lots of people unless I make some contact!"
"Yo don want to hold my hand do you?"
Robin smiled, "well, actually I could, but just brushing against
your arm is enough if you don't mind! It helps me concentrate if I
know I'm secure! But if you don't want to...!"
"Naw, its all right. Just never had a white boy or girl do dat
or even say dat!"
"Well, Jermaine," he moved his lips closer to his ear and lowered
his voice, "you know of course in addition to being blind I am
submissive
by nature like all the white boys at Omega!" Jermaine's huge cock
swelled at that as he groaned, surprised by the frank admission.
"Awyeahhh," he sighed, "when de coach fill me in on dat scene
ah thought it was gwine be jus fahn, but jus cain't make it happen.
Even got booted out of Omega first night!"
"You started a fight, let me guess!"
The big black youth nodded, "Ah ain't take no disrespect nohow!
Fuck dat! Fum otha niggas or white sissyboys neitha! Dat de way ah
be!"
"Please, keep your voice down. Did yo think the other boys you
met were disrespecting you?"
"Well, dey dint do what ah needed, and dey be sayin shit lahk
fo me about what not to say or do stuff!"
"You know the Coach and college use us whiteboys as a kind of
cultural smoothing out for all you big jock superstars!"
He laughed, "they expect us to keep their stars out of trouble
in return for the free lodging! Wer'e just doing our end of the
agreement! That's the deal we agreed to!"
"Yeh mebbe, but ah cain't make first base wit dem!" he said
looking at Robin thinking he wouldn't make it there either.
"Jermaine, shhhh, your'e too loud! Now don't get mad for
my saying that. Listen," he lowered his voice to a near whisper
to lean over to his ear. "I think you are very sensitive to
what people say, and I want to hear more, but class is about
to begin and I have to concentrate for fifty minutes, okay!"
"Okay!" he grumbled.
"I promise afterwards we will work it out!" And then he
squeezed his giant calloused hand before putting it back on
his arm.
To his surprise and relief, Jermaine only shifted positions
a few times during the class, but he noticed he never moved his
right forearm from his touch. He was thinking that the black
thug needed assurance as much or more than he did when he had a
spare moment to concentrate.
"Thanks so much for staying with me, Jermaine, " as class
ended and they waited for most of the students to rush out.
"Wait, dat de bitch said ah too big for a seat!"
Restraining his huge arm, Robin was lifted out of his seat
in the effort.
"No, no no no! He was just making a joke, Jermaine, that
was all!"
"He be a joke when ah finish!" but he stopped.
When they finally got outside, Robin was surprised to
go out to the parking lot.
"Where are we going?"
"To mah ride! Figured it bein last period I just park it
here for de ride back!"
"Excellent! Saves a long walk!"
"That's right, ah forgot you carryin all dat stuff!" he
realized he should have carried at least his books or laptop.
"No, it's fine. I'm used to it!" They got in a late model
car and Robin waited until Jermaine opened the door for him!
"You don't wear a seat belt!"
"Fo sissies"!
"Also a two hundred dollar fine!"
"De coach pay it for me, gave me dis car too!"
"Feels like an expensive car!"
"Sho is, course it still in de name of de athletic department!
Ah got nothin of mah own, but after ah take the Olympic gold ah
turn pro and make a million ah be drivin de finest ride in LA!"
Robin silently added if he didn't get into any trouble.
"Okay, ah got de message, we goin back to Omega!"
"Well, of course, that's where I live. I'd invite you in but,
well...!"
"Ah got banned! Ah knows dat, buncha nigga pussy bitches!"
"But I'll only be a minute changing!"
Jermaine turned his head, "whatchumean?"
Robin smiled, "I thought we had a date afterwards! Remember,
I would change and we'd go someplace off campus! But if you don't
want to...!"
"Oh yeah, raht, dat's right, " he smiled, relieved.
Less than twenty minutes outside of Omega he couldn't believe
that was the same person coming out, a super hot white babe but
wearing shades and carrying a cane. Awmannnnn! He got out and
took Robin's hand and got him in the passenger side.
Inside the car, Robin slid over in his short skirt, his smooth
bare pale legs in short heels, until his thigh was brushing
Jermaine's.
"Ah, ah thought you wanted to wear a seat belt?" he said, stunned.
"Remember I said I needed to make contact. But I want you to
wear a seat belt, please!" Then he added, "it would make me feel
more secure!" And he did, clicking it.
"Thank you,' he smiled, putting his soft hand on his muscular
thigh.
"Did you want to do that befo, on de drive back?"
"Yes, but I knew you didn't want to seen with a white boy
right besides you!"
"Haw, but now you a white girl! An hot, cain't bleve it! Course
you got long hair, people think yo a girl inside a car anyway!"
"Thanks, Jan and I swap dresses all the time, he says I look
best in this one!"
"Lookin good! Where you want to go?"
"Well, it's a school night, can't be too late, and I have no
money and I don't drink much anyway!"
"Haw, Pete's Place have a happy hour!"
"And dancing," Robin smiled. At that Jermaine gave a little
shudder,
and cleared his throat.
"We might meet some teammates there, plus jocks from Black's Gym!"
"Fine, I would be pleased to meet your friends!"
As they drove off, the heat from their legs touching and the hand
on
the thigh, Robin could feel the growing bulge and stiffness pulling
the
pants material, but he didn't say anything, his own cock was half
stiff
under his dress in his panties.
"So, um, you did change quick!"
"Well, wer'e all good at it. Plus I had my panties on already!"
"Yo wear panties all de time?"
"Well, (smile) its practically dress code in Omega, but it also
saves time!"
'And (haw, haw), you have to shave yo legs too?"
"No, but someday I might! I'm a natural blonde, they say, and my
leg hair is very fine!" Also my pubic hair, he thought but didn't say
it.
"And makeup!"
"Well, being blind that's a tough one. I just add a little lip
gloss and sometimes eye shadow, and tie my hair a little different!"
"You know, ah jus realized we all talkin about how you look,
an fact is when ah out with people, everyone usually talk about how
ah look! Bein so big an all! You got no idea what ah look lahk,
do you?"
"Just a general way. I was thinking if you don't mind I would
like to get a better idea!"
"How's that?" They pulled into the parking lot of the road house
and Robin could hear laughing and music inside and other car doors
opening and shutting.
"In fact, Jermaine, no, don't get out yet, please, let's talk
for a bit. If you are meeting friends here, what's our story,
I mean, us?"
"Oh yeahhh. Fuck yes, whadda I even call you? How'd we meet?
Cain't be sayin Coach Jackson arranged it!"
Robin smiled. "Why don't we say we met at a concert? Blind
people listen to music!"
"Yeah, you know any rap? no, heavy metal, no???"
"Jazz, old jazz!"
"Dats it, we met at dat Noire Club dat plays dat stuff!"
"That'll work! Great, let's go in!" Then he stopped.
"Um, wait, please. You know me a little, but I don't know
you too well. I don't even know what you, well, look like!"
"Well, sho, but...!" he was about to say he was blind.
"Do you mind if I touch your face? Your body? That's how I see!"
"Ah, well, but.." he looked around.
"Just lightly touching; I can remember you if I can touch you!"
"Ah don know!" However, Robin was insistent and finally he
moved closer
"Can you move your seat back, all the way! Go ahead!"
Fortunately it did slide back a ways. Robin then moved to crouch
between
his giant legs, their bodies close, his huge size making their heads
almost level.
Their faces close, Robin sensed his size, and raised his hands,
"Just let me touch you lightly, okay?" Mesmerized by the experience,
Jermaine let his fingertips find the side of his head, and lightly
trace
over his forehead, ears, then his eye ridge, his nose, chin, lips.
Their mouths were inches apart, their breath mingling. Robin inhaled
and breathed in his scent. Then he smiled, and ran his hands down,
his
muscular neck, shoulders, his corded arms, chest, abs and down to his
legs. Jermaine was put off at first by the dilated blue eyes
but then found them peculiarly fascinating by the way Robin's face
was so expressive and his eyes stayed the same as his fingers
delicately
ran over him.
"Gosh you ARE big, " he smiled!
"haw, Yo think ah'm pretty?"
"Jermaine, I don't know what that means! But your'e certainly in
shape!"
"So you be! An ah got to tell you this position an yo hand down
theah makin me a lil crazy heah!"
"Oh, are you uncomfortable," Robin smiled, now feeling the trapped
enormous organ twisted sideways in his pants.
"I'm sorry, would it be all right if I made you more comfortable?"
"Ah'd lahk you to do a whole lot cuz ahm ready to explode now!"
"OOh, that's right, Jermaine, I promised to thank you for sitting
with me through that class today!"
"Well,...!" And he felt one hand returning to touch his face,
the other one squeezing his giant hard organ,
and Robin leaning forward, his lips moving to his own huge thick lips.
"(Kiss) Softly at first, Robin sighed and kissed deeper,
their bodies mashing now with Jermaine reaching around and cupping his
butt, and now seeing that Jermaine wouldn't go first, he inserted his
relatively small tongue compared to the enormous tongue inside those
huge lips.
"mmmmmpffffff, kiss, mmmmmm!" After breaking the kiss and both of
them panting, Jermaine gasped.
"Look ah cain't get out of de car lahk dis, an ....!"
Robin smiled, "of course you can't!" as Jermaine's eyes bugged out
as
he reached down and began to unzip him.
"Awmannn, people be seein us, ah donno. ah don know...!"
"They won't be seeing me much longer, Jermaine! Do I shock you?
Do you want me to stop?"
"yeah, no, no , do you want to stop?"
"No I do not! Please don't make me!" At that he took hands
off of his butt and Robin slipped back off the seat, kneeling between
the big legs
as he finished unzipping and then, in the darkness,felt the huge
black organ
slip out in his right hand. Already he felt precum on the knob as his
other
hand moved to touch it all over, then his breath from his lips made
Jermaine sigh!
After several minutes of just lightly kissing and licking him from
balls to
knob, Jermaine groaned loudly as his mouth stretched as wide as he
could to
slip over the knob, his pink tongue working on the slit, groaning and
sighing
as he tasted the precum drops.
"AWweennnnnnnnooooooooo!" Jermaine stiffened in the seat, his
right hand
on the back of Robin's head, as he expertly slurped sucked and kissed.
Robin wanted to make it last, but he needed the essence as badly as
the youth
needed relief. He did find he could deep throat in the awkward
position about
halfway past the knob, cupping the huge balls. Then he ran his lips
down
to lick and kiss and worship the huge black balls he would soon be
dining from!
AWWFFFFUUUUKKKKKK YEAAAHHHHHH! The first blast hit the back of
his mouth
by surprise, but he swallowed. Two more he didn't quite goggle and
backed
out of his nose a little, but the rest, gob after gob, spurt after
spurt, he
eagerly sighingly slurped and sucked and ate. He couldn't believe how
many
mouthfulls of potent negroe manjuice he swallowed! Robin wondered if
he had
a sympathy orgasm in his panties himself because they felt soaked.
In the warm car, Jermaine was sighing, his head back in relief,
soaked
with sweat running down his face. Robin himself was lightly sweating
from
the excitement and the closed space between his legs as he cleaned up.
Giving the knob and flaccid but still huge cock a few more kisses, he
licked his lips, and sat back with a satisfied smile, his blank blue
eyes
looking up at Jermaine.
"Ah jus cain't bleve you did dat!" Robin wondered if this bull
was
a novice with either sex!
"I said we would work things out, Jermaine!" he smiled and got off
his knees to sit besides the young still panting bull.
"Well, ah see a couple homies goin in there. What did we say?
We met at Club Noire!"
"Sure, whatever you want is fine!" He adjusted his short skirt
and put his shoes back on, hating wearing any heels, even short ones.
Then he got to the edge of the door as Jermaine came around.
"I can get out by myself, do you mind if I take my cane?"
"S'okay, gonna wear dose dark glasses?"
"I don't need them if you don't want them!" Jermaine let him take
his elbow then and shut the door.
"Why do you need them anyway, since yo blind?"
"My eyes are still as sensitive as yours are to impact,
like branches or dust or stuff! I just can't see anything!
But I doubt if I'll hit a branch in a club!"
"Yo face is still flushed! Haw haw, dat's a problem we niggas
don't have, blushing!"
Robin smiled, "these friends of yours, you call them homies?"
"Actually dey ain't from my neighborhood but in the sports
program, several boxers an wrestlers ah see walkin in!"
"Are any of them in Omega?" he wondered if he knew any.
"Might be, cuz a couple ah know for sho are on de down low and
one dude lahk white boys and he went in with a white gal dat now
after seein yo ah ain't so sure she is a gal!"
"Then..., what I'm saying is that I'm still a girl in there
right!"
"Oh fuck yeah! Donchu forget dat! Nobody'd ever bleve yo ain't
nohow!"
"Thank you," Robin smiled.
Fortunately it was a non smoking roadhouse so his eyes weren't
bothered, although several people paused when he was being
introduced and he knew they didn't see his cane because it was
held on his side, but Jan had told him his undilated blank blue
eyes caught peoples' attention. He couldn't remember all the names,
5 black bulls, one white jock, 4 women, two of whom were definitely
black, the remaining ones including another white boy? He didn't
hear all their voices clearly amidst the laughter.
"Sohow'd yo hook up with The Jolt?" a black female with a
little edge to her voice, from at least 4 inches taller than he
was. Somehow she had him in a corner as the others were joking.
"Um, I was in a jazz club and its our first date!"
"First date huh, dat why yo face be flushed an yo got cum on
yo blouse, honey? We saw Jermaine doin de puppet dance
sittin down in his car when we walked in!"
"Um, well, is it that noticeable?" he blushed even more!
"Mebbe if you could see, you'd also see that black men belong
with black women!"
"I may not see, madame, but I can hear rudeness when its
not called for!"
"Yo lippin at me, bitch? Jus cuz yo blind don mean ah
wont slap yo nigga suckin mouth silly!"
"Well in the parlance of boxing I can tell your'e way over
my weight division so that shouldn't be too difficult!"
"Now Yo callin me a big fat nigga huh? yo lil skinny
bitch!" she raised her voice another octave.
"Hey Laronda what you sayin theah?"
"Dis whitebread pussy call me a big fat nigga bitch!"
"WHAtchUSAY?" Several people came around then.
"What yo woman say to mah woman?" A teammate asked
Jermaine, who edged over to stand besides Robin, one hand
on his hip, a gesture that further inflamed Laronda.
"Nothin, she don' mean nothin. You'd nevah said dat to
Laronda, wouldju Robin?" There was a pause as they waited
for a response.
"Um, well," he said, "It's true I did not say that,... but
I must admit I was definitely thinking it."
"Maybe she read my mind!"
he added helpfully.
WHAT! Laronda shrieked!
(SLAP!) Robin felt the blow coming and was moving back
but her huge hand still caught the edge of his mouth, knocking
him against the wall, but he still heard the curse and the
solid punch that dropped the 230 pound woman like a sack of cement,
and then as he was trying to get up and find his cane, bodies were
flying
all around, and he just found the wall and crawled away from the
melee. Bouncers from the bar came running and as soon as they
saw it was the boxing team they just held back and kept bystanders
away. Soon, as Robin was finding the edge of the bar, he pulled
himself up and yelled to Jermaine.
"Jermaine, over here! OVER HERE!"
A sweaty black panting hulk came over while the fight
was still going on. "Jus keep in de corner babe, ah got some
buttkickin yet to go!"
"No NO," he said, crying, blood leaking from his lip, "police
are coming, I heard them call them!"
A manager screamed from behind the bar.
"Yo banned this time Jermaine, yo hear dat boy!"
"Listen to him, come on, let's go!"
"Okay, okay, listen, yo hurt, just a split lip is all,
cmere, ah got a handkerchief. Wussat blood on your hair?"
"I think I hit my head on the wall when Laronda punched me!"
"Awfuck, bleedin good too!" The bright red blood matted his
blonde hair in the back.
"Forget that, come on, let's get in the car!"
"Ah just hate it when dis shit happen alla time, it
ain't mah fault!"
"I know, I know... where's the exit?"
"Right there, yo blouse is torn, and where's yo other
shoe?"
"Forget it!" Sirens were beginning to sound
and they made it out of the parking lot just as the cars
arrived.
"Cmon, Robin, don be cryin, it's okay!"
"I am NOT crying, thank you!" he lied, wiping his
eyes. He turned around and felt his head.
"I think the bleeding stopped, but I got some on
your headrest!"
"Who cares, but dat's good news, must be a small cut
cuz head wounds bleed lahk a sonofabitch! Should maybe
drop into Baptist Emergency an get some stitches!"
"No," Robin said, feeling now with both hands,
it was a small cut and had already stopped. Now his
hands were bloody though as he felt around and finally
just rubbed them on his already torn skirt. "it's okay!"
"Yo sho? Its on de way, we go there all the time!"
Robin sighed, "You lead a very chaotic life, Jermaine!"
"Ah know, ah knows what dat means!" he said with
resignation! "I'm takin yo back to Omega, donchu worry!"
Jermaine softly cursed to himself. He felt
depressed as they drove in silence. First time he met someone
that didn't bolt during the first date and it wasn't even his
fault this time! He looked over at Robin's stoic pose
several times with a sigh.
Finally he had to say something. "Be there in ten
minutes!"
"Where?"
"Back to where I picked you up!"
"Omega House? Your'e taking me home?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, ah thought....!"
"Oh, I see, is that what you want to do?"
"Is you be sayin yo still want to see me again? After
all dis shit!"
Robin sighed, "let's not say anything we might regret!
I'm sore, angry, hurt and my head is pounding! But I know
this wasn't your fault, and maybe I shouldn't have
said that to Laronda myself!(pause) You must have really slugged
her though!"
"Haw, she be fine; in fact she was swingin a chair when
we left!"
Robin smiled, reaching over to put his hand on his
forearm.
"What will happen back there?"
"Well, if dey ain't stupid and don't fight wit de
cops dey just get a ticket and thrown out!"
"And...!"
"Well, dey already on de way to jail!" They both laughed
at that one. Finally they pulled up in the parking lot of
Omega house, and a couple of the brothers walking by noticed
Robin and smiled. Jermaine turned the engine off, and
Robin sat for a moment and slid over beside him, thighs
touching.
"Actually, I'm sorry the night is already over
but I have to clean up and take some aspirin!"
"Whatchu doin?"
Robin was climbing over onto his lap, and settled on
it, feeling that big rising bulge again.
The familiar hands on the side of his head, Jermaine
saw his blank puffy tearstained eyes, the swollen lip
with the pink tongue moistening it.
"Don't kiss me too hard, my lip hurts!"
Softly kissing, their tongues mingling, both panting now.
"So you don't mind tasting some of your own cum then,"
Robin smiled as he moved back.
"Haw, haw, no dose lips be sweet! Surprised yo dint
get something to drink when we got to dat club tho!"
"I would have if we'd stayed longer. But I wanted to keep
your taste in my mouth as long as I could!"
Jermaine groaned, never heard anyone say that to him.
"Awmannn!" they kissed again. After another break,
Robin was definitely riding a rigid thick pole and his own
erection was rubbing Jermaine's belly.
"You need to cum again, Jermaine, and I do too!"
"B-but...!"
"And I can't use my mouth, lip hurts, sooo....!" he
smiled, reaching around to pull his panties aside and
in front to unzip him.
"Whatchu, ah ain't, awmannn, people walkin aroun!"
"I don't see anyone!" Robin said, gasping as he freed
the giant throbbing black cock. His belly and Jermaine's belly
were naked now, rubbing skin. And reaching down, he spread his
cheeks, moisturing his pink opening anus with the copious precum
drooling from the big black knob that normally he would worship
for a while first.
"course yo don't see anyonemmmmmmm!"
"Yup, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmffffff!" Jermaine stiffened as the
knob entered Robin's anus, but his head was butting against the
roof of the car and he winced as he felt the bruise, but then
he moved down, feeling the enormous throbbing thick organ
stretch him, and Jermaine writhe and pant.
"Oh yeahhhhhhh!"
Three frat brothers stood on the front steps to Omega House
grinning at the moving forms in the front seat.
Lattrell came out and followed the direction of their
gazes and frowned.
"Who's that? Is that Jan again?" he asked because of the blonde
hair.
"Nope, ah saw Jan at the campus coffee shop with Deon and Wardell!"
"Must be Robin then!"
"Naw! Robin's no slut!"
"Wouldn't be!"
"Nope, must be a new kid, maybe even a girl!" Of course
they doubted it would be parked at Omega if that were the case.
"Hawahhhhhhha, hhhhaaaaaa, oooohhhhh!" Robin was flushed
again, and kissed Jermaine's thick lips one last time, panting.
The thick log was still buried but softening fast, the burst
of semen holding it tight, and his own ejaculation had sprayed
up and over Jermaine's chest and even some white, warm drops
on his face.
"Yo okay?" he gasped, grinning with sweet relief, their breath
mingling.
"Yeah, just, just groggy. I really have to go in now, Jermaine!"
"Yeah, me too!"
"Um, do you have a buttplug or anything here?"
"No, why?"
"I'm going to just pour all your seed out when I get up
and I, well, I want to keep it in me for a while until I get
inside at least!"
"Awmannnn. Ah guess dis mean we still goin together!" he said
a little uncertainly.
"(Sigh) I guess it does. Listen, mmmmmffff" he groaned
as the thick, flaccid, gleaming organ slipped out and he tried to
clench his anal muscles despite all the stretching to hold
the cumload in.
"Ummffff, I'm going to need a couple of days to recover,
okay? Will you still do the escort thing with me this Friday?"
"Sho!" he said, relieved.
"Good," he bent over and softly kissed his cheek, using his
hand as a guide.
"Don't get out, please! I know youv'e been banned here and I don't
wanT anyone to see you with me! And besides wer'e probably in
enough trouble!"
"Good night, Robin!"
"Good night, Jermaine!"
Stumbling outside, one blouse strap hanging,
a torn skirt, holding one shoe, he waved at Jermaine as he took off,
and then realized he had lost his cane and his sunglasses!
"Awfuck!" he signed, "No fucking cane!" But he had his cell
phone still clipped on his waistband and he called Jan.
**********************************************
Across campus at a booth at the coffee shop, Jan was laughing
as he sat between the two masters at arms, the huge shapes on
either side of him, when he got the call.
"Hey Robin," he looked at his watch, seeing it was still
relatively early, "I guess I don't have to ask how the date was!"
"Um Jan, I need a little help getting into Omega!"
"I don't have a car, sorry!"
"No, um, I'm at Omega in the parking lot, but I don't have
my cane!"
"That's Robin?" Wardell grinned, his huge hand on Jan's thigh under
the
table, "invite him over, make it a double date!"
"No, sounds like he already had a date!" he cupped the phone.
"Listen, can't you find your way in without that?"
"Yes, I can, but... I think maybe my image is a little fucked up,
uh oh.....! Never mind! Lattrell is calling me and coming over!"
Click!
Deon grinned, "is he comin over?" Jan knew that Robin didn't
need the two house disciplinarians to know anything about what had
happened.
"Naw, he just got dropped off without his cane, but Lattrell
is there now I guess!"
"Well, if we don't got two white boys to play with, we make do
with one!"
****************************************
Under the street light, Lattrell saw the hobbling, slightly
limping white boy with blonde hair move oddly as if he couldn't
see, thinking it must be Robin. What, he lost his cane?
Feeling with his front foot for the curb, Robin sighed
with relief and stepped onto it, both hands in front to
break his fall. Then he moved to the first step, and
sideways to find the handrail. A couple of the brothers waved
at him and he smiled and waved back, but in the light of the
foyer, he paused to open the door.
"Oh fuck, come on!" Lattrell said impatiently as soon as he
had a good look in the lights. Robin felt his elbow taken, stumbled,
"Owwwww! Let me take your elbow Lattrell!"
"Not this time, you can barely walk!" Half carrying him
he got to the second floor landing and found Robin limp, so he
picked him up in both arms without any effort for his massive
form, moved him to his room, and put him on his bed.
Softly snoring, Robin rolled onto his side, one arm languidly
outstretched.
"Everything okay, Lattrell?" the chapter president said from
the hallway. He wore only a towel from the shower around his
waist. He peeked in to look at the sleeping whiteboy on the
bed.
"I just got a call from campus police there was a scene out front!
Is it Jan again?" he frowned.
"No, it's Robin, just stumbled without his cane!"
"Oh, okay! I thought he goes everywhere with that thing, even
to the can! Is he all right?"
"Think he had a rough date but he's okay!" The prez looked at
Lattrell and nodded.
"I hope I don't hear anything tomorrow!"
Lattrell said nothing, and as he went back in and shut the door,
he looked at Robin, seeing some bruises, and began to strip him.
He saw the puffy swollen anus with sperm drooling out, the cum stains
on his torn blouse, the swollen lip, and then, he moved the bedside
table light over to check out the dark matted hair on the back of his
head. Then he turned Robin's face to the light and opened each eye
and saw he was just asleep, no probable concussion.
The next day Jan watched Robin awkwardly rise. He had only
returned from his own double date with Wardell and Deon a few hours
earlier and he was feeling guilty at the shape Robin was in when he
got
into his room. He had also checked his head and eyes, informed
Lattrell,
who told him that at 1 AM the doctor came by to check on him
and put a couple of stitches in and then gave the tired boy
a sleeping pill and some Alleve.
"I can hear you there, Jan. I can feel your disapproval!"
"You look worse than I got after a hundred demerits!
I'm going to fucking kill that Jermaine!" He felt guilty about
setting him up now!
"Oh, " he said idly, "Jermaine didn't do this! What time
is it by the way?"
"10 o clock. Talk at breakfast was about another big riot
at Pete's!"
"Really, is that so!" he said, feeling around.
"Oh, that's right, lost my cane!"
"A riot involving Bolus jocks!"
"Boys will be boys I suppose! Still serving breakfast
do you think?"
"Jocks from the Bolus boxing team! Taken to jail! The prez
is sitting in his office waiting to hear if any Omegas were
involved and looking like the grim reaper!"
"Really? Would you assist me going downstairs since I don't
have my cane? That is if breakfast is still being served?"
Robin gave up, "Okay, but you have to clean up first!"
"What do you mean?"
"Your face is bruised, one puffy lip and the back of your
head has stitches!"
"Oh, just a minute then!" He went into the bathroom
and rinsed his face, patting his lip, sniffing himself,
wrinkling his nose and then decided to shower.
Jan was not certain how much he wanted to know until he
first found out how much he might be involved.
(end of chapter 1)
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