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Joe Tom

By: perihelion



I had my soft dick in my hand. I gently rubbed it and slid the foreskin back and forth over the glans. I was embarrassed as hell.

"Come on, Marc! Please do it for me! It's our last time together, man."

I looked at my friend Carl's face, freckled and ruddy. I'd known him for several years. He was lying naked on my bed and I stood beside the bed, my dick hanging loosely over his face. I squeezed my dick harder, trying to force an erection.

"That's good, man. Keep it up," he panted.

Carl's own dick was standing at attention pointed hard out of the nest of red pubic curls surrounding it. I could see a drop of his cum hanging from his piss slit to his stomach. Then I felt his hot breath on my nuts. I yanked back.

"No sucking, Carl, no fucking way."

"No, no, no," he said softly. "Just trying to blow on it, help it get hard."

This was his goddamn idea. Jacking off is a private thing to me. I'd never done it in front of him before. We'd only talked about sex, like all young guys do. Besides, although I knew I was bisexual, Carl was not even remotely attractive to me for some reason. He wasn't ugly or repulsive or anything. I guess it was that I'd known him as almost a brother for so long I just could not relate to a sexual relationship with him. We'd never even seen each other naked before.

"It's getting bigger, Marc. Come on, man. Shoot your cum in my face."

I closed my eyes and imagined Donna Mayo. I'd shot my cum on her tits last summer while she played with her clit. Just after I'd fucked her crazy. That did it. My dick began to grow in my hand as I jacked the foreskin back and forth over my dickhead. I looked at it. No longer soft pink, it was shiny purple now and swollen. Maybe I could do this after all.

I was doing this, jacking off on Carl, as a farewell present to him. He'd always been my best friend, my lab partner, and fellow sports junkie. When he heard we were moving he frantically made the confession that he loved me and all he wanted out of life was to have sex with me. He begged me to fuck him and finally negotiated me down to masturbation. He said he wanted to watch me cum all over him, just once at least. He said he could live with the memories of the onetime forever. It took me four days to work up the nerve to grant him his wish.

"Unnnnnhhhhh! Oh my god! Oh my god!"

I watched as Carl's body arched on the bed in front of me and he ejaculated his load everywhere in several long ropes of cum. A big creamy shot landed on my hand and dick. I was too far gone to care anymore. I used his cum as lube and frantically slapped my dick as I skinned the foreskin back and forth over the purple monster. It was too late for shame. Thick cum poured forth from it all over Carl's face. He licked my cum from his lips and his eyes burned with a fire I'd never seen before. He reached up to grab my dick. I stepped back away from him.

"Please, Marc, please!"

I could see tears in his eyes.

"No, Carl, never. I can't believe I fucking did this. I'm sorry. I love you man. Good luck."

I pulled up my jeans and ran from his bedroom. I yelled goodbye to his parents watching TV in the den and took the elevator to the first floor of the apartment building. I took a cab back to the shabby apartment where I lived with my family. I burned with humiliation and felt the cab driver could see straight into my heart and knew the reason. I'd run out on my best friend, left him in tears after he'd told me he loved me. I left Carl with the impression I was straight as an arrow. How could he think any differently? He knew I'd fucked his sister. He'd caught me in bed with her as I was pumping my dick into her pussy.

But my shame came from knowing that I'd also fucked Zack Paulofsky several times, Zack of our baseball team, Zack the cute little shortstop who was also like the team mascot. Carl would never know Zack seduced me in our hotel room when we roomed together at state competition. Zack was fiery hell in bed and loved my dick in him more than any girl I'd ever been with. We continued our little sex games until Zack's dad moved them to Los Angeles last month. I'd known Zack wanted me the minute I came out of the shower that first night and he was lying naked in his bed, legs spread showing me his little pink pucker and hard dick. Why had I never known Carl was in love with me? It must have really hurt him that I fucked his sister instead of him. So I decided it was better he think of me as a straight arrow. Better that than to long for me after I'd moved away. Was that really why? Or was I just a total asshole.

My name is Marc Taylor, age eighteen. I'm six seven with blond hair and in good physical shape. My friends call me the Viking and tease me about being a blond hairy giant. I have thick blond hair on my legs, arms, armpits, and crotch area but still only just a little hair around my nipples with a hairy stomach. Being so tall, one would think basketball would be my best sport. I'm good in it, real good, but I'm a killer on a baseball field. My coaches have always been amazed that I'm better at it than basketball but truthfully, I don't really even like basketball as a sport. I just play it because I like sports. But I grew up a rabid Yankees fan and Dad took me to as many of their games as he could. Baseball is in my blood.

Let me take my story back just a bit. My mother, Alice, was a nurse at our local hospital and my father, Jacob, was a civil engineer who worked for the federal government. My older sister, Jane, was completing her senior year in electrical engineering at Columbia University in New York. My older brother, Josh, was in his junior year in chemical engineering at UCLA in Los Angeles on a football scholarship, and a younger brother, Alex, was in eighth grade. I thought life was great. I intended to become a civil engineer like my dad but I planned to specialize in geo engineering. Then life unraveled almost overnight.

I was in the middle of my junior year of high school in Brooklyn, New York where Dad worked as a civilian engineer employed by the federal government at Fort Hamilton Army Base and we lived a comfortable middle class life. Then disaster struck in multiples. My father had invested heavily in an engineering business a friend of his operated in Brooklyn. Dad had put up his money to get the business operational and served as a silent partner who owned fifty five percent of the business. His partner, Richard Thompson, made a stupid construction error in a building the company erected. He failed to closely supervise his workers and his construction foreman used inferior grade materials, pocketing the extra money for himself. To make a long story short, part of the building collapsed shortly after it opened, killing five people and injuring several more. Richard was noble and publicly acknowledged at the investigation that my father was not an active participant in the company operation. Richard lost his professional engineering license and his livelihood. At least Dad didn't lose his license or his reputation. In fact, the news media was quite kind to Dad. However, when the dust from the lawsuits settled, we lost not only our home which was heavily mortgaged but basically everything else except the clothes on our backs. At least Dad still had his army base job and it wasn't in jeopardy. It just meant that suddenly my elder siblings had to take out loans to complete their education.

Then my maternal grandfather got cancer. He'd moved to Albany, Georgia after he retired from the postal service. My grandmother had died a few years earlier and a couple of years later Granddad married Arlene. She was a longtime friend of both grandparents and had worked with Granddad at the post office. Upon retirement they decided to move to Arlene's hometown of Albany so she could help take care of her 94 year old grandmother. They moved into the grandmother's home, a large rambling house with twenty rooms surrounded by a covered veranda or as they call it in Georgia - the porch. Continuing the theme of multiple disasters, the grandmother died within a year of their moving in with her and Arlene inherited her house. Then in another year, Arlene died of a heart attack and my grandfather inherited the house. Granddad would not consider moving back to New York. He seemed to love Albany and the country life of hunting and fishing. We visited him several times before we ended up moving there ourselves. I'll be honest. I'm a big city boy and there's not a country bone in my body. I enjoyed visiting Granddad but I was always thrilled to fly back to New York City. I felt like a fish out of water in Albany and I was simply baffled by the accent of the people of deep South Georgia. 

When Granddad was diagnosed with lung cancer, my mother took leave from her job and flew to Albany to be with him. It became apparent that she was going to have to stay for the duration and suddenly Dad was given the opportunity to accept a position as an engineering supervisor on the Marine Corps Logistics Base. His supervisor at Fort Hamilton helped him to get the job. At the time, we were living in a small rented apartment where we'd moved after losing our house. Mom was relieved and Dad was happy for the first time since the engineering disaster. We were all living in Granddad's house sixteen days later. Granddad was thrilled to have us with him, Mom was happy we were all together again, and Dad seemed like the weight of the Western world had lifted from his shoulders. Alex was not too happy about the move to Georgia but didn't seem to lose much sleep over it. He'd just turned thirteen and really was more interested in playing football than academics. Granddad had told him he would be a football star in Albany.

As for me, I was completely and totally devastated to the point of major depression. I was still in a funk over the business with Carl. I'd lived in New York all of my life among millions of people and I just couldn't believe I was being moved to a small South Georgia city of around 75,000 people. Albany High School had around 750 students in grades 9-12. It was a crushing descent from Brooklyn Technical, the largest specialized high school for science, technology, engineering, and mathematics in the United States. During my first week of classes, I felt like I'd left the civilized world and moved to a third world country. I seriously contemplated suicide. It seemed like everything in my life was going wrong and I obviously had no clue about how to handle it. I was a good student whose best subjects were math, physics, and chemistry. The science program at Albany High was no match for Brooklyn Tech. The school counselor enrolled me in their chemistry, physics, and calculus classes although I was warned that I might have difficulties since it was the middle of my junior year. My Dad vouched for me and essentially forced them to let me in the classes. I was astounded that no one there was familiar with Brooklyn Tech. They all seemed to think it was some sort of technical training school where you learned cosmetology or practical nursing, cooking skills, and that sort of thing. A week of class at Albany High and I knew their 'advanced' courses covered information I'd mastered in my freshman and sophomore years. I was so depressed I could barely communicate. It created a problem for me socially because people quickly considered me to be a damn Yankee nerd who thought he was better than everyone else. My calculus teacher was from Japan and she seemed to understand my frustration, giving me extra assignments and attention. She could relate to my dilemma because Japanese education is so different from American.

I'm a good all around athlete capable of performing well in almost any sport, the only saving grace available to me. I was able to bury myself over the remainder of my junior year and throughout my senior year in football, basketball, and baseball. My dad had insisted that his children study martial arts from an early age and so I was able to fend off bullies by beating the shit out them the first time they bothered me. I got suspended a couple of times for fighting in my junior year but it quickly established my reputation as one not to be fucked around with. I got along okay with my fellow students but I didn't form any true friendships while at Albany High and didn't socialize away from school.

During my senior year, my English teacher described me as generally polite and friendly but quiet and withdrawn. He actually wrote in my permanent record that I 'was like a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western clone -- silent, smart, and polite but approach with caution'. I was furious that such a thing was put in my permanent record but my family thought it was funny. By this time Alex was in the ninth grade attending the high school with me. I thought the comment made me sound like a borderline psychopath. When I voiced that opinion Alex shot me down.

"But you ARE a borderline psychopath, Marc. Don't you know practically everyone at the high school, students AND teachers alike, are afraid of you?" Alex laughed.

He thought it was a great joke and everyone at the dinner table laughed but it only increased the feelings of how isolation within me.

At this point I need to make some things perfectly clear. Albany, Georgia really is a beautiful little town and South Georgia really is a nice place. Most people are genuinely friendly and will help a stranger in need without any prompting from someone else, a big change from Brooklyn -- from New York City in general. In New York City, you can fall down dead on a busy sidewalk and people will just step over you and keep going. People don't get involved with other people. It's not cruelty. I think it's more a defense mechanism than anything else. It's dangerous on the streets of New York and there are a lot more weirdoes per square mile than one will find in all of Albany, Georgia. Plus, the damn Yankees (as I was eternally called at Albany High) are more reticent. People in South Georgia are just more open and friendly in my opinion. I personally think it has a lot to do with the fact that one is not likely to be mugged with regularity in Albany, if ever. You can actually walk out of a restaurant without having to have a swivel head looking for danger from any direction. But I grew up in New York City and I'm as accustomed to what is required to live in the New York area as Georgians are to eating grits. More importantly, while it is true that New York has its share of homophobes, in general it has a more accepting attitude for the homosexual community. There are more homosexuals and homosexual friendly people in New York than there are in the entire population of Albany, maybe in the whole state of Georgia. I was terrified that I might be identified as a queer in Albany.

One of the first people to really stand out to me at Albany High was a guy named Joe Tom Aronoff. Aronoff was the superstar alpha male of the high school and to me he was a walking Adonis. He was 6'5", only two inches shorter than me. He was the most beautiful boy I've met in my life. He was slender and muscular with hair so black it had a blue sheen to it. His eyes were so light blue they seemed unearthly. I first saw him changing classes in the hall a few days after I began at Albany High. I had to fight for self control to keep from staring a hole in him and revealing how much I instantly lusted after him. He and I would occasionally pass each other in the halls but we never spoke. Then on the first day of spring baseball practice, there was Joe Tom in a skin tight baseball uniform that had me panting for him. He was good on the field and I was not surprised when he was elected team captain. It was then I heard the first nasty comment about him. A couple of guys were pissed about his becoming captain and amongst their stream of vulgarities they described Joe Tom as nothing but a motherfucking Jew.

Joe Tom easily fended off the Judaism prejudice as just 'one of those things' and was capable of being narrow minded himself. I quickly picked up on Joe Tom's lighthearted banter about queers. Once I heard him talking about the local custom of feeding queers to the alligators in the Okefenokee Swamp. I mentioned it to my grandfather who laughed and said the 'custom' joke probably had a basis in reality, that the local people hated queers and thought they were Satanic, bore the 'mark of Cain'. Granddad also commented that it was only because Joe Tom was such a great athlete and came from a rich family that he wasn't mistreated for being a Jew. Apparently, his family owned a successful jewelry store over in Waycross, Georgia among other business investments.

My conversation with Granddad only served to confirm my original suspicion that I'd moved to the back end of hell, definitely a third world country along the lines of Uganda. A few days after baseball practice began I was in the showers and I first came face to face with Joe Tom naked. It was all I could do to keep from falling to my knees and begging him to fuck me. His body was like a god from Mt. Olympus. He had a light tan and his body was deliciously hairy like my own. He had dark black hair on his legs and forearms. His armpits had the thickest forest of hair I'd ever seen on a boy our age. There was a thick mat of hair in the center of his chest and around his large pink nipples. His abdomen was covered in hair but not so much that you would miss the washboard abdominal muscles. His feet were the most sensual and gorgeous of any guy's I've ever seen, long and slender with clear translucent nails, a light dusting of black hairs on the top of his feet and toes. His penis was monstrous, the thickest I have ever seen, at least 9 inches long circumcised with a huge mushroom that was much larger than the width of his cock with a pair of pendulous balls suspended in a low hanging hair covered pouch. His entire crotch area was covered in a mat of thick long black pubic curls. A walking porno star. I stumbled as I passed him -- so engrossed in staring at his cock that I failed to see a pair of shoes on the floor. Joe Tom reached out and caught me.

"Whoa there, dude! You can hurt yourself falling down on this fucking cement floor. What are you thinking about -- calculus or something?" He laughed at his joke.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to realize I'd been staring at his dick. We were the only two in the locker room. I usually was one of the last to shower because I was afraid I'd throw a woodie in front of the other guys and get caught. I'd be forever condemned as a queer. As it was, there were jokes that I was 'shy' about my nakedness which went along with what was considered to be my aloof personality. Joe Tom walked on past me giving me the opportunity as he walked past to look at his gorgeous ass. It was lightly covered in blue black hair that got thick as it entered the cleft of his butt cheeks. I wanted desperately to see his rosebud asshole.

That night I awoke in a sweat having a nightmare about being eaten by alligators in the swamp. I had to get up, turn on the light, and go to the fridge for a Coke to calm down. I slept fitfully the remainder of the night. I know it was my nerves on edge, fearing my bisexual tendencies would be discovered. And here, there was no such thing as bisexual. You were either normal or a queer. After that nightmare, I nearly quit the baseball team but the coach wouldn't hear of it. He asked if I was getting harassed by some of the other players for being a damn Yankee but I wouldn't offer any comment. I agreed to stay on the team but I was careful to never shower with the team after practice again. I'd just walk home to shower. I nonchalantly tried to pretend that Joe Tom was not around. My ignoring him obviously didn't concern him in the least. He always had a swarm of friends, both male and female, surrounding him.


Joe Tom Ch. 02



Lecky's was really busy on a Tuesday night. The local Jaycee organization held a meeting on Tuesday nights and there was always a crowd. I worked my ass off. Naturally, the cook's wife had their baby on Tuesday afternoon and one of the waitresses called in sick. I had to work as pizza chef and occasional waiter and cashier. The only positive thing about it was the Jaycee crowd tipped like a mofo and I made over two hundred dollars in tips. I stopped by the ATM at the campus bank on the way back to the dorm and deposited the entire amount.

I liked to deposit my tips after work because I'd had money disappear from my dorm room on a couple of occasions. Naturally, I suspected Randy who acted mortally wounded when I asked if he knew what had happened to the four hundred dollars I'd left in my desk drawer. He reminded me he was studying for the ministry and I know I looked at him like he was crazy. Did he really think I'd swallow the idea ministers were above theft? I realized I was never going to get that money back and any further inquiry was a waste. From then on, I deposited my tips in the ATM after each shift only keeping a few dollars pocket change for snacks. 

When I came into the dorm room, the overhead light was off. The bathroom light served as a night light. I could tell Joe Tom was sleeping from his steady breathing. All I could see of him was the black hair on the back of his head. I felt the frustration of wanting to crawl in his bed and fuck the hell out of his ass. Instead, I took a shower. I let the shower beat into the top of my head until I felt the tension begin to leave me, then I began to slowly jack off my cock with sudsy shampoo. It felt so good to fuck my dick into the warmth my hand. I closed my eyes and stood there fucking my hand rhythmically until suddenly my balls pulled tight and I felt the pulsing cum flow hot into the palm of my hand. Still, I stood there and let the water flow over my body. I felt a breeze and heard bathroom door close quietly. Had Joe Tom caught me masturbating twice in one day? I dried off and walked naked into the bedroom. Looking over at Joe Tom I could see he was no longer under his covers and was now on his back with his eyes closed – seemingly asleep. He was dressed in light blue long pajamas and looked so perfect.

I walked to my bed and picked up my fresh underwear. Joe Tom might wear pajamas but I only wore them when I went visiting to someone's house and it would be rude to walk around in underwear. I'd never had to share a bedroom with anyone else until I started college. Having my own bedroom I'd just slept in my underwear. Randy also had slept in his underwear. Looking at Joe Tom in his pajamas I knew I wasn't going to wear pajamas because he did. He'd just have to look at my ugly hairy male body in underwear.

The next morning I got up at 6:00 AM and took a shower. Joe Tom came into the bathroom and peed as I was drying off.

"Morning, Marc," he yawned. "I didn't hear you come to bed last night. I was exhausted from the stress."

"Yesterday was stressful for you, Joe Tom?" I asked sarcastically. "What happened? Did you lose your notebook?"

Joe Tom looked more serious than I expected. 

"Goddamn right, it was stressful, Marc! I feel like I've enrolled in a mental asylum, not a college. My teachers are ALL assholes except the coach and he doesn't want to be bothered. Without you here, I'd go postal!" 

He stormed out of the bathroom with his cock still hanging out of his pajamas. Naked and drying off with my towel, I followed him into the bedroom. He stripped off his pajamas and underwear, throwing them into the wall like guided missiles. He stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door with a deafening bang. Thank God the door was steel in a steel frame set in cement! The shower started and I heard him cursing. I walked to the door to listen for him jacking off but was stunned to hear him crying. Had I not been listening at the door I'd have never heard his tears.

I wanted to go in and comfort him but I knew better. Men cry in the shower for privacy and not to be comforted. The last time I cried in the shower was when I overheard my Dad sobbing in the shower after the courts ruled that he was financially responsible for the building failure and we lost our house. I'd never heard Dad cry and I was scared. But later that night Dad acted as if nothing had happened. It's the way men handle grief. I'd never seen Joe Tom show the slightest sign of emotional weakness and I wondered what really was going on in his life.

Joe Tom came out of the shower, quiet and withdrawn. He was as beautiful as ever and looked like a naked Adonis. He bent over to pull on his boxers and flashed me his tiny pink asshole surrounded by thick black hairs. I realized he'd spoken and I hadn't responded. He slapped the side of my head and giggled.

"Hey, moron, are you in there? Are you going just stare at me getting dressed or are you going to come back to Earth and talk to me?"

I looked into his merry eyes and he seemed like the same old Joe Tom. Whatever had occurred, he must have resolved it in his shower crying session.

"Sorry, man," I replied. "I was just thinking about my classes this morning and wondering if I want to brave the dragon and skip chapel today. I've got a physics lab today and it's a real bitch."

"Fuck that, dude! Today is my FIRST motherfucking chapel and if you don't go with me then I'm skipping, too. After yesterday, if I skip chapel, I'll probably get kicked out, particularly since I seem to be pissing off loads of people." Joe Tom laughed bitterly.

I grabbed up my 8:00 AM textbook and papers.

"Let's go, Joe Tom. Time for breakfast and of course I'll go to chapel with you. We just need to arrange to meet somewhere before we get there because it's a shit storm with people pouring in to take all the seats. If we go in separately we'll never be able to sit together."

"Fine," he replied. "You tell me where we're to meet and remember that I don't even know where in the fucking hell the chapel's located."

I laughed. "It's in the main auditorium on the second floor of the administration building. You'd know where if you'd attended orientation."

"Is that the building where the registrar's office is located?" he asked.

"The same." So you met the registrar, did you?"

"O, yeah," he moaned. "I met the bull dyke cunt. I almost went across the counter and beat the shit out of her."

My laughter rang across the lawn. "You met Sherry Powell, all right. She has that affect on everyone who meets her. It's like she's permanently on the rag. I stay away from her office so I don't kill her."

Joe Tom smiled. "Not YOU, sweetheart. I can't imagine you ever being angry enough to kill someone."

He was joking around again and seemed like his old self. We got the same breakfast and sat at the same window table. There were only a few people in the dining room.

"What's up with the vacant dining room, dude? I bathe. I know it is not because my feet stink that no one's here. Yesterday there were loads of people in and out of here." Joe Tom looked around the dining room.

"On chapel morning, the Bible classes have a prayer breakfast in the chapel by the lake sponsored by local Baptist churches. I was dragged to one and I've never been back. The only thing I can say about it is the food was really good."

Joe Tom grinned. "I could use a decent breakfast. You sure you don't want to go just for the food?"

I laughed. "Knock yourself out. I'll meet you for chapel."

"That bad, huh?"

"The morning I went some man fell out on the ground jerking like he was having an epileptic seizure and started speaking in tongues. Randy and I had a huge fight because I refused to go again but the college only requires ministerial students to attend the prayer breakfasts. Never again, my man, never again."

Joe Tom giggled. "I wonder how they'd take to a Jew attending. I've never heard anyone speak in tongues. LaShaka, one of the guys on the Albany High football team was Pentecostal and he used to talk about all the stuff that goes on in their churches." He threw his head back and laughed. "I swear, during the time we were in school LaShaka got nine girls pregnant, the first when we were in the sixth grade. I didn't fuck my first girl until I was in the ninth grade."

"Sixth grade?!" 

I guess I was too loud. People stared at me.

He snickered. "You Yankee boys are so, what's the word..., repressed."

I gave him an eat shit look.

"Not repressed. Just not like barnyard animals."

He laughed. "I take it you're still a virgin?"

"Go to hell. I screwed my first girl in eighth grade."

Joe Tom busted up laughing. "Don't even try it, dude! You're lying. You'd need photographs and a notarized statement for me to believe it!"

I was caught up in his laughter. "Believe what you choose, Tommy boy. I'm not one to kiss and tell. I just was giving you a bit of information for comparative purposes."

Joe Tom totally lost it laughing. The few people who were in the dining room turned to look at us and they smiled, too. I could see the looks in their eyes as they admired the beauty of this gorgeous creature that was Joe Tom. Guys like him walk through the world with people fawning at their feet. They just accept it as their due.

I grabbed my tray. "Let's go to class, sport, before people here start thinking you're on drugs or something." I couldn't help giggling at him.

We went to class.

After class we met for chapel services. As usual, the front and back rows were already full. We sat in a middle pew. Suddenly, the organist and pianist began to play together and a pastor instructed us to open our hymnal to 'He Lives'. People began to sing lustily and happily. I had to look away from Joe Tom to avoid breaking out in giggles. He was totally lost.

After a couple of songs, the pastor – who was also a Bible instructor at the college – began his sermon on the evils tempting the students at the college. It was the usual litany of drink, drugs, sex, stealing, cheating, and then he set in on homosexuality. Two male students had been expelled the previous day after being caught in the library bathroom sucking cock through a glory hole. The pastor could barely convey how horrified he was such a shameful thing could happen and assured us the hole in the bathroom partition had already been fixed and the repair costs billed to the parents of the two students. I could see Joe Tom shaking with silent laughter beside me. The girl on the other side of him gave us a dirty look and Joe Tom started coughing and raced out of the chapel. I stayed until the service ended. As we left, we filed past the tables where a group of students maintained a series of sign in sheets. You couldn't sign in until chapel service ended but I noticed Joe Tom's signature was already on his sheet. The girl guarding his alphabet section's sheet was cute. I could well imagine she was enthralled by Joe Tom and signed his name for him. I looked down the row of tables and saw Rebecca Knowles. Good thing he'd not been forced to deal with her or he'd have been charged as a non-attendee for certain.

As I walked out of the building I heard a whistle, the same whistle we used to signal each other on the football field. Joe Tom was sitting on a bench under a huge oak tree in the front park. The closer I got to him, the harder he laughed. 

"I thought I was gonna piss my pants when that dude said they were charging the parents for the hole in the bathroom wall." Joe Tom laughed hysterically. "Can't you just imagine those two guys going into the library with a drill to cut a hole so they can suck dicks? Is administration here fucking crazy or what? You know someone else cut that hole out long before them. If I wanted to suck your dick I'd just take you back to my room. I goddamned for sure wouldn't tote a drill around to cut holes in bathroom partitions. This place is fucking insane."

We sat and laughed for about half an hour and discussed our class schedules and my work schedule. It turned out we could have breakfast, lunch, and dinner together every day except my work days when I had dinner at Lecky's while I worked. We were actually participating in the same sports and Joe Tom was joining our basketball team that day. He'd be playing baseball with us in the spring. He wanted to know the nights I went to the gym to work out so he could join me.

"Man, it's nice to figure out our schedules together and to know I'll have a buddy to spend part of my day with. And then we get to sleep together at night and talk over the day," Joe Tom said.

"Sleep with?" I raised my eyebrows. "I'll have you know you gotta buy me a few dinners and show me some respect before I sleep with you."

Joe Tom slapped me on the side of the head. "Keep wishing, dick wad. I'm sure that's your dream - to sleep with me."

I snorted. "Exactly whose dream is this? That sounded like a Freudian slip to me, Einstein. My virtue's not that cheap."

Joe Tom started laughing. "Virtue, did you say virtue? This from a moron who claims he screwed his first girl in the eighth grade? You probably fall in bed with anyone who pinches your ass."

"Oh, you think so, do you? Well, try pinching my ass and see what it gets you, Sherlock. Instead of a nice fuck you'll be seeing the school nurse about your broken nose."

I looked up to see the dean of students' secretary, Mary Taliaferro, coming across the park lawn, waving at us and calling to me.

"Don't look now, bad boy," I said, "but I think Rebecca Knowles has come home to roost."

Joe Tom stopped laughing and joking around immediately. He watched Mary coming toward us.

"Dean Wilson wants to see you two students," she said imperiously.

"Now?" I asked. "We both have classes beginning in fifteen minutes."

"I don't mean tomorrow," she snapped. "I mean NOW, as in get your stuff and follow me to his office."

"What for?" I asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," she barked.

"Well, I certainly hope he's planning to write excuses for missing class. I don't know about Aronoff's class but Dr. Mills expects me to participate in a physics lab today. I'm not taking a zero so I can entertain the dean."

Mary shot me a poisonous look and we walked in Dean Wilson's office. He was sitting behind his desk, pretending to read some document. He made us wait a couple of minutes before speaking.

"I'm sure you know why you've been called into my office," he said, looking at Joe Tom.

"I don't have a clue," Joe Tom said. "This is only my third day here but everyone's been so welcoming. I appreciate your personal attention. You're the first to offer a welcome to campus visit."

I nearly lost it. Joe Tom was mocking him but only I knew it for certain. Dean Wilson looked at Joe Tom suspiciously but he couldn't prove anything.

"I only wish it was a social visit, Mr. Aronoff," he said. "Unfortunately it has to do with your failure to follow established rules and regulations on campus."

"Which rules are you referring to, Dean?" Joe Tom asked. "If I've broken one, it has to be something I'm unaware of because I never knowingly break rules and regulations."

Joe Tom was smiling from ear to ear. I sat there waiting for the explosion.

"Mr. Aronoff, I've been told of your use of excessive vulgarity on the way to breakfast yesterday. This is a serious warning. We will not tolerate such language, particularly in front of Christian women."

Joe Tom looked confused. "I'm baffled, Dean Wilson. I'm not prone to vulgarity and I'm certain I would remember cursing in front of a lady. My parents taught me better."

Wilson was aggravated. "Don't toy with me, Aronoff. I have it on good authority you used extremely vulgar language in front of a Christian woman as you were about to enter the student center yesterday morning and this event is going on your permanent record!"

Joe Tom sat upright and assumed an air of outraged indignation.

"That's a vile lie, Dean, and I'm sick of being persecuted because I'm a Jew!"

Wilson's face crumpled a bit.

I decided to jump into the fray. "Aronoff is telling the truth, sir, I swear it! I was with him all the way from our room to the dining hall. He didn't curse in front of anyone – let alone a Christian woman. You've been told a lie and we're entitled to either confront our accuser or you need to drop this matter right now."

The dean gave me a dirty look. "Was I speaking to you, Taylor? I don't think I was. When I want your opinion, I'll rattle your head. And this is not a court of law."

Joe Tom snorted. "What kind of place is this? You think you can falsely accuse me on some trumped up rule violation and I'm going to just roll over and take it? This is not Germany in the 1930's. Jews don't line up in front of mass graves and wait to be shot in the head anymore! Do I need to call a lawyer?"

Dean Wilson clearly was shaken but was not ready to drop the matter.

"Rebecca Knowles is your accuser and she's the daughter of the minister of a Baptist Church in Savannah, Georgia. She has demonstrated sterling character."

I laughed derisively. "REBECCA KNOWLES??? If you think she has impeccable character she's really deluded you, Dean, or maybe you're just not as perceptive as you think you are."

"Who's Rebecca Knowles?" Joe Tom asked. "I've only been here three days and I've met a lot of people but no one by that name." He looked innocent.

Dean Wilson shot me a freezing look. "Young man, I'll have you know Rebecca's church is paying her tuition here based upon her good works in Savannah. She's donated her time at various charities since she was eight years old. With what evidence would dare to slander her good name?"

Again I laughed nastily and spoke harshly. "More evidence than you've got against Aronoff here. Rebecca Knowles is a liar, she cheats in class, and she's the biggest whore on this campus. She's better known as Rebel Ho. I guess when you look like a 300 pound sack of lumpy potatoes you have to give it away to get any from a guy."

The Dean slapped his hand on his desk. "You will substantiate that statement, Taylor, or I'll have you thrown out of this institution today!"

Joe Tom giggled. "Marc, is Rebecca Knowles that fat tramp that pawed me over on the way to breakfast yesterday? Is THAT who Rebecca Knowles is?"

"That's Rebecca Knowles, Joe Tom. You see what happened. I told you if you didn't take her up on her sex offer she'd get revenge. You shouldn't have laughed at her and asked her how much she'd pay you for a good time in bed."

Joe Tom was giggling like a maniac. "Dude, that fat ugly girl would have to put a sack on her head and even then I'd only do her in the dark for ten thousand dollars cash advance."

Dean Wilson's face paled slightly right in front of us. He looked a little green around the gills and I decided to take advantage of it.

"We'd like to confront our accuser, Dean. I want her to try to deny she grabbed Joe Tom's dick through his pants. She said she had a hot pussy for him to put it in. Excuse me, I mean penis and vagina, Dean. I really apologize. I just got so caught in our defense that I just repeated exactly what Rebel Ho said." 

I put my hand over my eyes and lowered my head as if truly embarrassed. "She's a real piece of work, Dean. I was in chemistry class with her during the fall semester and I saw the girl cheating on exams more than once. It caught her in the end, though. She tried to cheat on her lab experiment and it backfired on her. She got a zero for her screw up and she flunked the class."

Dean Wilson looked distressed. I could tell he wished he'd closed his office door for privacy.

"You know how PK's are, sir," Joe Tom said. "Preacher's kids are known trouble makers. I usually run as fast as I can in the other direction the instant I find out someone's a PK. They cause the trouble and everyone else pays for it."




Joe Tom Ch. 02



"Why don't you have Mary call Sister Knowles and let us confront her about her lies and her sexual assault on Brother Joe Tom?"

"Save you piety for chapel, Mr. Taylor. I'm the Dean of Students, not you, and I'll handle this delicate matter in the appropriate manner. Do I make myself clear?" Suddenly Dean Wilson was back on his self righteous soapbox.

"Oh, I see," said Joe Tom. "It's okay to call Taylor and me in here and chew us out with your secretary out there in her office listening to every word but you wouldn't want to do that to a fellow minister's daughter. I'm sorry, sir. You've got two people's word against one. A judge wouldn't hear your case in any court of law in the land."

"What Dean Wilson is trying to tell you, Joe Tom," I said mockingly, "is that Rebel Ho is the daughter of a minister of a large Baptist church in Savannah, a church that takes up a collection every service to send money to this college. The dean's not as much worried about our honor as he is about possibly losing the cash flow from Savannah churches."

The dean looked a little sick. "Please call Miss Knowles by her given name, Taylor. Using that vulgar nickname you have for her is grounds for me to write you up for improper language in my office."

"Let me make it clear to you, Dean," I said. "if you need further witnesses about Sister Knowles's character – or the lack thereof – all I have to do is walk across to Lecky's Pizzeria and have the entire staff testify. The staff at Lecky's gave her the moniker Rebel Ho, not me, and it was because of how she's always pawing the waiters over there. They don't complain because she's a big tipper. A BIG tipper."

Joe Tom started giggling.

"I'm sure the cook over there would enjoy describing how she moans and screams when he's screwing her. He's described it to us in the restaurant often enough." I cleared my throat loudly. "Sorry, sir, I mean engaging in intercourse with her. I should warn you up front to be prepared for a shock, though, if you want to interview the cook DeShawnte. He's a big black guy with a HUGE, uh, penis. He says she prefers black guys over white guys which may account for why you haven't had complaints about her sexual escapades before. I don't know if I've ever seen any black students at your institution here or for that matter, any black workers."

Dean Wilson looked like a man who's opened his cabin door in the woods to discover a monstrous hungry grizzly bear coming in for him.

"Gentlemen, I'm going to ask you in the interest of all that's decent to keep this interview between us. I'm going to have to proceed cautiously." He stood up to dismiss us.

I couldn't resist a final jab at his ego. "Well, if you'd like it to be confidential, sir, you should've closed your office door. Instead of embarrassing Aronoff and me you unleashed a whirlwind. You've got people waiting in your outer office along with your secretary Mary who heard every word. And she's a bigger gossip than Sherry Powell. The whole campus will know in a couple of hours."

Joe Tom and I stood up to leave.

"Oh, don't forget, sir, Joe Tom and I need excuses from you to get back into class and to be issued any makeup work required."

Joe Tom and I took our official passes and headed out before the dean could think of something else to complain about.

"I don't know about you, buddy," I said, "but I'm gonna forget about eating anything and get to class. I did all that statistics homework and I'm turning it in."

Joe Tom smiled at me. "Dude, when have I ever known you to miss a math problem? You're a math genius. The professor probably thinks you're a gift from god." He poked at my arm.

"I wish."

Joe Tom had a sociology text for his next class and looked miserable.

"You look like you've lost your best friend," I teased. "What's the matter, man, sociology is nothing but a crip course. Any idiot can pass that crap if they can stay awake in class."

Joe Tom groaned. "Yeah, well, you didn't piss off Dr. Brewer. He can be a real horse's ass. He made some snide remark about Jews killing Christ and that's why they're all going to be denied access to heaven. I pointed out I'm a Jew and I don't agree with or appreciate his comment. It sounds too much like Adolf Hitler to me. He got in a real snit over it. Actually, when Mary called us in to the dean's office today, I figured it was about Brewer."

I squeezed his shoulder gently. "Don't worry about it, Joe Tom. Brewer's a jerk but I happen to know he's fair and honest. I've seen him in action several times. He's touchy and doesn't like to be embarrassed in front of others but he'd defend your right to be a Jew to the death. He's a frustrated ACLU lawyer himself. I was told he had to leave law school in his third year because he got a girl pregnant and was forced to marry her. It was an awful marriage, they got a divorce, and he's been paying child support and alimony for years to a total bitch and a kid he hasn't seen years. The kid doesn't even send him a Christmas card. The mother moved to Oregon to get as far away from him as possible so he couldn't see the kid."

Joe Tom looked at me with surprise. "That's rough, dude, I had no idea."

"Almost no one does," I replied, "I only know because when I took his class there was a girl named Marcie in it that knows Brewer's parents. She told me in confidence one day after Brewer got in trouble fighting to save an illegal immigrant family. Marcie and I are good buddies. I'll introduce you the next time I see her. She's majoring in music and travels in different circles than we do."

"So how would you recommend that I act toward him today?"

"Like you would any day. Go in, smile, and say 'good afternoon, Dr. Brewer', and take your seat. He's the one who's been caught with his pants down making an inappropriate comment about Jews and he'll be forever grateful if you just move forward as if it never happened. Trust me on this. Brewer's not the enemy."

We parted ways and headed to our respective classes. Actually, I wasn't' sorry to miss the physics lab. My next class was gymnastics. I took this class at 2:00 PM on Wednesdays and at 10:00 AM on Saturdays. It was a class only for people who could pass a rigorous entry physical examination to prove that one had extensive prior gymnastics training. The coach never took newcomers in this class. There was an additional expense for the class that was not included in my regular scholarship tuition but I was willing to pay for it. It was designed as a special elective and we only had six people in the class. I've studied gymnastics since I was three in New York along with martial arts and taking this class was for me the equivalent of what eating comfort food is to some people. The class comforted me and gave me a feeling that everything was still okay in my life. I'm way too tall to be an outstanding gymnast but I still love it. I went to the class and was disappointed to discover today's class had been cancelled because the gym floor was being sanded in preparation for a new waxing and line painting. Apparently, they had intended to do this over the summer months but something had happened to create a problem that needed to be taken care of before the next basketball game. The gym would not be available to anyone for any reason – including the weight room downstairs - until the following Wednesday. I sighed in disgust and headed back to the dorm room. For the first time in weeks, I was going to be totally free for a few nights. I had to work at Lecky's tomorrow night but without the weight room I could just crash in the dorm room, do some extra studying, and maybe hang out with Joe Tom.

When I got back to the room, I just fell across my bed and fell asleep fully dressed. I didn't hear Joe Tom come into the room after his class. A couple of hours later, I awoke when I heard an odd sound. I peeped through narrowed eyes to see Joe Tom on the couch. He hadn't noticed I had awakened so I was able to stare to my heart's content for a few minutes. He'd changed clothes and wore only a pair of loose baggy shorts and was sitting on the couch in the most provocative position imaginable. He had drawn his knees up and his feet were on the couch. His chin rested on his knees and his hard cock poked out of the leg of his shorts. He had his eyes closed as he massaged his cock with his hand. He'd obviously been at it for awhile because his face was flushed and I could tell he was near orgasm. As I watched his cock suddenly erupted, spewing his cum on his legs and the leather couch. His eyes opened and he looked straight at me. He was embarrassed but reacted with his usual bravado. He slipped his gym shorts off quickly and used them to wipe his cum off his legs and the couch.

"So Sleeping Beauty finally awakens!" he grinned. "You were out like a light when I came in and I couldn't stand it. You know how boys our age are. I needed to cum so bad I thought I was gonna die. You were sorta snoring so I figured you must be stressed out. Too much stress makes me want to sleep it off like a drunk."

"Oh, yeah, Sleeping Beauty is awake and didn't even require the kiss of a prince," I joked. "You look chipper, Tommy boy. That jack off must have been very relaxing."

"You really think so, Kemo Sabe?" he snickered.

Joe Tom stood up and threw his shorts in my face. I felt his wet cum on my skin. A big glob of thick semen landed directly on my lips and I licked it off.

Joe Tom started laughing at me. "You like that huh? Okay, smart ass. Strip. I'm not gonna to be the only one naked in this room."

I feigned dismay. "Are you crazy, Tommy boy? Did I tell you to jack off in front of me while I was sleeping? Did I tell you I needed you to display your white ass to me?"

Joe Tom ran over to my bed. "I'll show you a white ass, boy!" he squealed with laughter.

And he jumped on top of me completely naked. My heart went to my throat. I made a show of protesting and fighting back as he pulled my shirt over my head. His cock bounced against my stomach. It was still dripping the remains of his ejaculation. He wheeled around and grabbed my head in his legs in a head lock and started to pull my shorts and underwear down over my legs. All the while his crotch was moving frantically in my face. I experienced brief moments where my nose was actually pressed against his rosebud asshole and his cock was pressed across my lips but his movements were so fast that it was the same as wresting – just with no clothes. Joe Tom had a full erection and I licked at it with my tongue though his wrestling movements were so quick I doubt he really knew it. He stripped me completely naked. Then he reversed himself and put me in a headlock in his arms. Our cocks pressed against each other and I could feel my cock in his pubic bush. I wrapped my legs around his ass like a wrestler and pulled him into me tight. He was still laughing and teasing me as he rubbed his knuckles into my scalp. 

There was suddenly a loud rapping at our door and the knob turned. Thank God it was locked. Joe Tom jumped off me pulled his bathrobe from the closet. He threw mine to me. We rarely used bathrobes in the dorm room but they were required apparel for going to the college pool or in the dorm halls if you were naked. The college did not allow people to traipse around in bathing suits or naked. 

Joe Tom opened the door. It was Lecky.

"I really hate to ask on such short notice, Marc, but do you think you could help out tonight? My daughter has been involved in a car accident so we're going to be four short tonight. I tried to call but your cell phone's not working. What do you think? I came over to ask before leaving for the hospital."

Lecky was obviously distraught. 

"Sure, Lecky, you know I'll be glad to help you out tonight, in fact every night if you need me until you can get things cleared up."

"Thanks, Marc; you don't know how much this means to me and Carol."

Lecky eyes began to water and I knew that he might start crying and embarrass himself if I didn't take charge.

Joe Tom spoke up. "You don't know me, sir, but I've known Marc for a long time – since high school and he can vouch for me. I'm a pretty good guy and I'm honest. I worked at Arby's Roast Beef for three summers when I was in high school. I'd like to help out if you don't mind. You don't have to pay me but you said you're going to be four people short tonight. I don't know how to cook a pizza but I can promise you I know how to take food orders and wait tables."

Lecky looked at me. "Marc, I am leaving it up to you. If you vouch for him, then he's hired right now." And looking at Joe Tom he said, "Son, no one has to work for me for free. You'll make the minimum plus any tips you earn."

"Thank you, sir. My name's Joe Tom Aronoff and it's nice to meet you."

"I'm pleased to meet you, too, kid. My name is Lecky Eliopoulos, my wife's Carol, my daughter's Lynn, and my son's George." He turned to me and handed me the keys. "Marc no one outside my family understands the restaurant operation and the opening and closing procedures better than you. Thanks for doing this for me."

He turned to go but I stopped him. "Do you need me to open up at 11:00 tomorrow, Lecky? I will if you need me to do it. And is Lynn going to be okay?"

"Thanks, Marc, I know you'd do that for me and I appreciate it but I'll be there tomorrow. If not, I'll call you by 7:00 in the morning, okay? Lynn had a teenager run into her on his bicycle. The kid got killed and everyone who saw it swears it was not her fault. We're very fortunate that one of the witnesses was the sheriff himself. He was coming out of city hall and saw the whole thing happen but Lynn just went to pieces when she saw the kid had been killed. She's under sedation and Carol and George are at the hospital with her right now."

"It'll be okay, Lecky," I said, "go to your daughter and don't worry about anything."

Lecky left the fastest I've ever seen him moving and he was no slouch, obviously very concerned about his daughter. I turned to Joe Tom.

"Thank you for that, Joe Tom. It was nice of you to offer to help out. I know it could be an inconvenience for you and you don't have to keep it up in the future if you don't want to. No one, least of all me, will hold it against you.

Joe Tom slapped me on the head. "I was whipping your ass back there, dude. If we had the time, I'd totally finish it for your making such a stupid fuck comment to me. What makes you think it's inconvenient for me? I enjoyed working at Arby's and I'll enjoy working at Lecky's if he'll let me continue. I've always been a work/study kind of guy. No one should ever graduate from school without some real practical work experience."

He turned from me and threw his robe onto his bed. Again I got a look at that hairy ass that I'd just had my face in moments ago. He leaned over to get underwear from the bottom drawer of his dresser and I could see his big dark pink circumcised cock head swinging from side to side. I turned to get dressed myself and thought, 'Something's got to give here. We're either going to come together and fuck or I am going to lose control and tie him to the bed and rape him.' The thought depressed me. I knew I was falling totally in love with Joe Tom Aronoff and it was only the third day of our reunion after two years.

Joe Tom and I came in through the back of the restaurant. It was already busy and the three waiters were racing around trying to serve customers and handle everything else at the same time. The cook was juggling the varying menu items to keep them in readiness and one of the three waiters was busy preparing a huge bowl of the basic salad. Extra ingredients were not added until specified by the customer. That left one waiter full time on the tables and one confined strictly to the register. Lecky and Carol wouldn't hire someone who could not be trained to effectively run a cash register although 99% of the time the register is operated by Lecky or one of his family members. We waiters prefer it that way. First, if the drawer is short there's no question that a family member might have stolen money. It was clearly an accident. If a waiter has to handle the register and money's short, there's often the sense that the family thought the waiter was incompetent. Since I'd been there, no one has ever been accused of stealing money. Second, and more important, if you're working the register you don't get tips. I've made over three hundred dollars in one night on tips. We're not required to share our tips with the other waiters. Lecky and Carol were adamant that if a waiter was jealous of another waiter making more in tips then the jealous waiter needed to get his ass in gear and do a better job of making the customers happy. In theory, this is true. In practice, the water's a little bit muddy here. It is not just your ability to wait tables that garners your tips. You're at a tremendous advantage if you're a handsome stud that radiates sexiness and appeal. Then you get repeat customers who come in and ask to be seated at one of your tables. I'm not being vain here. I'm 6'7" tall, muscular, athletic, and very handsome. I know how to wear clothes that emphasize my best assets, among them a huge crotch pouch. I'm friendly, joking, and I know how to tease and entice men, women, and children so they enjoy me as their waiter. My competition is ordinary looking guys, not unattractive at all but definitely not material to fantasize and masturbate over. 

Carol has told me more than once that in all the years they've operated the restaurant they've never had a waiter more successful than I am. She says the other waiters would probably kill her if she let me work every single night because I dominate the serving area on the nights I work. It would perhaps be humble of me to suggest that I was not aware of my appeal to others – sort of the 'aw, shucks, ma'am' approach – but I'm not that kind of liar. I discovered at an early age that I could get away with murder if I played up my sex appeal and being taller than the other guys often made me the center of attention. Other guys who share my luck will also know the permanent affect it has on a guy's ego when no one in any locker room he goes in ever has a cock as big as his. In my case, I've only found maybe three or four guys with bigger cocks than mine and Joe Tom's one of them. When we were horsing around naked today and he threw an erection in my face I could tell he has me beat by maybe an inch when he's hard but I'm thicker than he is.

Lecky has a nose for thieves and incompetents that would have qualified him for the CIA. He will not hire someone he doesn't trust but I'd been told about a girl that had worked there the previous year that started stealing regularly to feed a cocaine habit. She not only ended up fired but in jail. It was made even more scandalous when she accused both Lecky and George of fucking her after hours in the restaurant. We all knew that Lecky and George had a real passion for females and pussy. We could not understand why Carol put up with Lecky's carousing but we knew that it was the reason that after the incident with cocaine girl she refused to allow another girl to work in the restaurant. When a female applicant threatened to file a lawsuit against the restaurant and charge discrimination, Carol hired two girls, Ephelia and LaWanda, to the eternal amusement of everyone else in the restaurant. Both were black as coal and had about as much sex appeal as the lumps of coal they resembled and not because of their race. Ephelia was fat as the Pillsbury doughboy, probably in her mid twenties, on permanent cleaning detail and loved every minute of it. She was slow witted, I suspect retarded, with the brainpower of slug. Carol carefully doled out her the cleaning supplies to keep her from mixing the wrong things together and Ephelia kept the restaurant so clean the local health department said it was a model for other restaurants to follow. LaWanda was slender and could've been anywhere between her mid fifties and her mid seventies. She wouldn't reveal her age and the family was very secretive and protective of personal information about their employees. LaWanda was really good at her job which was to make the salads, manage the condiments and desserts, and help out with washing the dishes and cooking when needed. She was really a nice lady, a real character but she had a tongue like a razor blade when she was crossed or pissed about something. Carol gave LaWanda a lot of leeway in keeping the waiters in line. You couldn't come into the back and throw things just anywhere. LaWanda would tell you in a flash she and Ephelia were not bought on the slave block and they don't have time to wipe our noses for us, for us to put shit where it belongs. She'd call to a waiter headed back out onto the floor and tell him to get his skinny ass back here and clean his shit up right now, not later. At first, some of the waiters balked at her but Carol and Lecky backed her every time and as others complained to me my answer was always a standard response. LaWanda made closing out the restaurant at the end of the day a total breeze because you didn't have to go around cleaning up messes you should never have made to begin with and more importantly, you didn't have to clean up messes made by other people whose shift ended earlier in the day and left. LaWanda even flicked her whip over George and Lynn, both of whom resisted her and reminded her that their parents own the restaurant. She told them they should be ashamed of themselves for not setting the example they expect of restaurant employees. Lecky and Carol both jumped all over George and Lynn when they heard them arguing with LaWanda one day and told them to get their asses in order if they wanted to get paid. Neither parent was willing to cut their children any slack, both firmly believing that if the restaurant was survive a change of ownership to the children after the parents retired, then George and Lynn had to conduct themselves like professional restaurateurs, not a couple of spoiled kids.




Joe Tom Ch. 02



I briefly introduced Joe Tom to the staff as a new employee hired by Lecky. I didn't elaborate on the circumstances of his hiring or his being my roommate. The others were glad to see me arrive and take over the register. They all knew Lecky had left me in charge and there was not the slightest bit of jealousy on the part of any of them. The other waiters were also college students. They had their class responsibilities and needed to make as much money as possible in as few weekly hours worked as they could possibly manage. DeShawnte was not interested in doing anything other than cooking and when the family was there they did the cooking when DeShawnte was not working. He was really more of a relief cook for them, particularly for Lecky. Carol was the primary register operator, followed by Lynn. George would help out in any area of the restaurant where he could see he was needed. He was not shy about working and when someone was pressed for time or behind in their work, George would suddenly show up at your side to help and he never asked for part of waiters' tips if he worked tables. In fact, he would tell patrons who tried to tip him to give the tip to their primary waiter. We all liked the family members and were smart enough to realize that we were treated well because we were expected to use our skills to always promote and improve the business of the restaurant.

It was a busy night and we fielded hundreds of questions about Lynn. We were in a small town. Everyone seemed to know about the accident and grieved for the teenager and for Lynn as well. There was talk about the teenage boy's judgment error in trying to cross the road in front of Lynn. He'd made a mistake and paid for it with his life.

After closing, Joe Tom and I walked over to the campus bank and I made the restaurant night deposit, then my own deposit of tips. Joe Tom watched me deposit my tips and asked me about it. I told him how several hundred dollars had disappeared from my desk kitty before I started doing my night deposits.

Joe Tom laughed. "I've heard gossip on the floor that you're tight as Dick's hatband with a dollar. Some of the guys think you're in desperate financial straits."

"I am in desperate financial straits. I'm the sole source of my own income and without my scholarship I wouldn't be here. That's why I can't afford to have my money stolen."

He patted me on the back. "Well, you don't have to worry about me, Marc. I'd cut off my own arm before I'd steal your money, dude, but I still think it's a good idea to deposit your money into savings. The other guys warned me things go missing in the dorm."

We reached our room and Joe Tom showered first. I needed to crap a load but felt I could wait until after his shower. He stripped naked, walked into the bathroom, and the shower started. Within minutes I knew I'd made a mistake. I had to use the toilet or shit my pants. I asked if he minded if I used the toilet. 

He pulled the shower door open with shampoo in his hair. "Man, why would I care if you use the toilet while I'm in the shower? I already know you don't have a top secret way to piss I don't know about."

"I asked because I'm gonna shit my pants in about ten seconds."

He grinned at me. "Go for it, dude. It won't be the first time I've shared a bathroom with someone else shitting. People do it together in public toilets all over the world every day."

I dropped my pants, sat down, and the shit immediately began to drop out. I flushed to cut down on the smell. Joe Tom rinsed his hair and was standing in the shower watching me as I shit. I was embarrassed. In my entire life I'd never taken a shit while someone else watched me.

"Are you getting off on watching me shit, Joe Tom? You wanna jack off on me while I fart?"

I was joking but embarrassed.

Joe Tom reached over and tousled my hair with his hand. "It just adds to the degree of intimacy between us, dude. I'm beginning to know you better than anyone else in the world."

I started to giggle hysterically. "I'm not sure the degree of intimacy I want is knowing you've watched me shit."

I wiped my ass with toilet paper, stood up, and turned to Joe Tom.

"Look at my turds here, Joe Tom. Now you've seen it all. Even more intimate."

I continued to giggle and bent over, pulled my ass cheeks open, and said, "Look closely, you have now seen how my asshole works."

I felt an incredibly hard slap on my ass from his hand as he hit me.

"Clean up, boy. This has been interesting. It's progress."

He laughed with me and left the bathroom for me to shower.

When I finished showering, I went into our room and Joe Tom was sitting on the couch, still naked, watching a detective show. I hung my towel on the door knob and sat beside him. Inside I felt tense as if our nudity was going to betray my lust for him. I'd been naked with several guys in similar circumstances but never with one that I wanted to just jump on and ravish every crevice of his body.

"So what are we watching, Tommy boy" I asked, "other than our naked bodies?"

He leaned back and kicked me on my thigh with his bare foot. His toes brushed the head of my dick and it jumped.

"I didn't know you have hang-ups about nudity, dude," he said. "I'll get dressed if it bothers you so much but I see you're naked, too."

I huffed and blew out air. "I'm not the one who's squeamish about being naked, dude. You're the one. I seem to recall you telling me to put on some clothes to cover up my ugly naked hairy body."

Joe Tom made an exaggerated play at examining my naked body.

"Your naked body looks pretty handsome to me. I'm jealous of it to be honest. I wish I could look as good as you do. Sorry, dude, I was just yanking your chain because we were in a hurry. I actually prefer to be naked when I can. It's just I've never had the privacy to be naked anywhere except the locker room and in my own bedroom at home. At Auburn I couldn't walk around naked because my roommate was a goddamned prissy prude. I didn't realize nudity is an issue for you. Sorry, man."

I could see Joe Tom was sincere in his concern about my feelings on nudity. I wasn't so sure about his compliment on my body. How could he envy me? Maybe he needed glasses. He grabbed a couch pillow and put it on his lap.

"Joe Tom, don't be difficult here, okay? You've been sending out mixed signals to me since we first met. I guess maybe I am a bit gun shy after a semester here at Inquisition U. First you act like my being naked is repulsive to you. You act cool about catching me after I have jacked off and I wake up to find you jacking off in front of me. Then you watch me shit. I'm just not sure where you are at with our nudity and sexuality and I like you a lot. I don't want to jeopardize friendship with you and have you transfer to another roommate because I've done something wrong, man. You need to be clear about where we stand here. Not tell me one thing now and another thing in the morning."

I looked at him unsure of how he was going to take my outburst. He took the pillow from his lap and hit me in the head with it. 

"I'm your friend, Marc. I'd have been your friend in Albany if you'd let me. I thought you hated me. That day in the mall as I was leaving I hugged you because I wanted to remember you as a friend whether you felt the same way about me or not. I felt we had a lot in common in Albany but it was not worth my pushing any harder to have you think you were being stalked by some crazy fucked up faggot." He grinned at me. "Don't think I am perving on you here. I just want us to feel comfortable together in any situation."

"Okay. Maybe I get it, maybe I don't. Of course, you're a few up on me here," I smiled mischievously. "You've watched me shit. I have a little catching up to do here."

He hit me again with the pillow. "Okay, smart ass, the next time I need to shit I'll call you to watch and hold my hand. I'll even let you wipe my ass with toilet paper if it'll make you happy. And you're making me miss my fucking show. I love this show so shut up now."

He turned back to his show. I sat there and looked his sexy naked body. I noticed a bruise on his ankle. The show went to commercial and I asked him what had happened to his ankle.

"I twisted it in basketball practice yesterday. Apparently, there's this place on the court floor that everyone else knew about but failed to tell me about. I caught my shoe on it and fell. The coach was really pissed off about the floor. He had an ape shit fit and insisted I go to the nurse but I swore my foot's okay. I guess all the standing up at Lecky's tonight aggravated it. Maybe tomorrow I'll let the nurse look at it."

"They've closed the gym until next week repairing the floor. I might have known you caused them to close the gym for repairs," I laughed. "Give me your foot. I've been massaging sore muscles and bones since I was about ten years old. I've got three athletic siblings."

"You sure?" he asked.

"My parents swear they're my siblings but I'm still not too sure about Alex. I think they found him in a cornfield. Just put your foot on my lap."

He kicked the shit out of my leg.

"Ouch, you motherfucker! That goddamn hurt! Obviously your tootsies are not too fucking bruised!"

He pushed back onto the arm of the couch and put his foot in my lap as I'd instructed. He wiggled his toes in my pubic bush. He pushed the sole of his foot against my dick and nuts.

"Am I doing it like you want, Daddy?" he grinned.

I gave him an eat shit look.

I moved his foot further down my thigh and massaged where the bruise was prominent.

"Does that hurt?" 

He nodded. "A little. It's not like I can't walk on it."

I gently massaged his whole foot including his toes. His foot was so sexy and beautiful to me. I wanted to kiss it and suck on his toes but I knew he'd put his fist in my face instead of a pillow. I kept thinking of alligators eating queers in Okefenokee Swamp to control my erection. Our level of intimacy was closer than I'd ever dreamed possible but he still treated me as just another guy. Until he made the first open and clear homosexual move on me I planned to keep my dick in check. I looked over at him. He had his head turned toward the television and his eyes closed.

"Goddamn, that feels so good, Marc. Please don't stop. A bit of massaging over the next few days and my foot will be brand new. It already feels so much better."

I kept watching his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing shallow and fast. I was free to look at his body with his eyes closed. His cock was hard as a rock and I could see precum dripping from the tip. I realized I was about to bring this guy to an ejaculation. He was totally getting off on my massaging his big foot.

His cell phone rang and startled us both. It was his mother and he started chatting with her, telling her the news of being at Southern Baptist College of North Georgia. He'd look at me and roll his eyes dramatically every time he would say Southern Baptist College of North Georgia or SBNG. He was mocking the college and I wondered if it was obvious to his mother. Their conversation was going on and on and then his father got on. By this time I'd crawled naked into my bed and pulled my blanket over me. I was tired from an exhausting day and I fell asleep listening to Joe Tom laugh and talk to his family.

I awakened suddenly. I wasn't sure what had awakened me and I lay still in the dark, ready to go back to sleep again. The room was in total darkness on my side of the room, the reason I had switched beds when Randy left because I could sleep so much better in darkness. I heard a smacking sound again and I quietly turned my head toward Joe Tom's bed. He was naked and masturbating in the glare of the parking lot streetlight. I glanced at my alarm clock on my lamp table - 2:30 AM. I'd been asleep for almost four hours.

He was completely naked lying across his bed with a couple of pillows propping him up against the wall. I could almost see his pores in this light with his bed only four feet away from mine. He had his knees drawn up and his legs spread wide. His left foot braced his body on a pillow to better spread his buttocks. The forefinger and middle finger of his left hand rhythmically fucked his asshole going in as deep as he could get them. Every few strokes he would remove them completely and then suddenly push them in again. He obviously was using some kind of lubricant because I could hear the squishing wet sound his fingers made as he fucked himself. He was breathing hard. This boy really knew how to masturbate. He had his cock in his right hand alternately jacking it, playing with his balls, and pulling his fingers through that massive hairy pubic bush. Occasionally, he'd put his fingers in his mouth for moisture, play with his nipples, and then return his hand to his cock. Then he'd repeat the ball/bush/cock play. Sometimes he'd press his hand hard into his pubes or slap his cock against his stomach.

My cock went into overdrive. I was afraid to move or to alter my breathing because I'd startle Joe Tom and he'd stop this fantastic sex show. This went on for about ten minutes and then his breathing got really fast and he began to moan softly. His legs began to quiver and the fingers fucking his asshole increased their speed. The slippery sucking noise they made got obscenely loud. Then he grunted and the swollen head of his cock head shot out his cum. The first spurt hit him in the face, the next on his neck, then several places on his chest before finally drenching his pubes. All total, I counted nine huge spurts and at the end cum was just dripping over the edge of his piss hole onto his pubes. The thick black curly hair on his chest and stomach made the thick white cum more visible to me. In the midst of his ejaculations, my own cock began to shoot off its load without ever being touched and I sucked in air quickly. I had to fight hard to keep control. 

Joe Tom's eyes opened and he looked right at me in the dark as if he could see my face. I knew from prior experience with Randy when he slept in this bed there was no way possible for Joe Tom to see my face or eyes to determine if I was awake. I looked straight into his eyes and I felt he was looking into my soul with his beautiful blue eyes. He grinned at me as if he knew I was watching and used his fingers to pick the sperm off his body. Then he'd bring his cum soaked fingers to his mouth and suck them. He made a smacking sound as he cleaned each finger and would grin over at my bed. I was being treated to a very special show. Somehow I felt in our silence Joe Tom was performing just for me. After eating a few spurts of his cream he cleaned his body with an athletic sock. When he finished, he threw it on my bed. It hit me in the face in the darkness. He smiled directly at me for a few seconds. Then he righted himself in the bed and lay down facing the wall so I could see his naked back and ass clearly. I kept watching him as I began to quietly suck the cum from his sock. There were thick chunks of his cum on the sock. It had the musty smell of his shoe combined with the overwhelming scent of cum. I sucked on the sock until I'd gotten all the delicious cock juice from it and was then just sucking the juice of the sweat from his foot. Then I quietly threw it back onto the floor between our beds. Yesterday I'd have been concerned about his finding the sock out of place from where he'd thrown it. Tonight I didn't care. I knew he'd thrown that sock to me because he knew I was watching and he was offering me his cum. If this was the closest Joe Tom could come to making love to me I was willing to accept it. For the second time in as many days I had enjoyed Joe Tom's sperm.

I woke to the sound of the shower. I looked down and it was obvious I'd ejaculated onto my sheet. I knew if Joe Tom had looked at me while I slept he knew I'd shot my load during the night. I also knew in my heart he knew I'd shot it watching his private porno show for me. I looked at the sock still lying on the floor between our beds.

I got up and walked naked into the bathroom to pee. As I opened the door I could hear Joe Tom humming a song under the shower and I had to laugh – 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head'. As I began to pee the glass shower door slid open. Joe Tom stuck his head out and glanced at my pissing dick. 

"I heard you laughing, dude," he grinned. "You seem awful happy this morning. You have sweet dreams last night?" He looked at me with exaggerated innocence. 

I broke up laughing. "I couldn't get over the humor of the song you were humming while showering. Raindrops were definitely falling on your head!"

He put his hand under the shower, filled it with water, and then threw it at my head. He repeated it several times as I tried to finish pissing in the toilet. In my effort to avoid his cold water my piss shot onto the floor.

He laughed. "You're gonna clean that piss up, dude, not me."

"The floor's already soaked from all the water you've been throwing on me. It looks like the sink overflowed in here."

Joe Tom stepped out of the shower and instead of toweling off he shook like a dog. His cock and balls flew from side to side enticing me. I was almost as wet as if I'd taken a shower myself. He grabbed his towel.

"The shower is yours, man. Try not to make a mess!"

He darted out to my yelling at him to go fuck himself. I heard him in the bedroom laughing gleefully as drawers opened. When I came back into the room he was dressed except for his bare feet. He was working at his desk.

Without looking up at me, he said, "I'll be ready as soon as you are dressed. When we went to Lecky's last night I forgot I had some analytical geometry homework to finish."

"You want me to look at it and offer my sage advice?" I offered.

"If you don't mind."

He turned in his chair and offered me the spiral notebook. I took it from him and placed it in front of me in such a way that it obscured my face from his view. I was still naked from my bath and I stood with my cock on inches from his face. I could feel his breath on it as I ran my finger over the page with his problems.

"They're correct except this one here." I leaned over his chair and put the notebook on the desk as I explained to him what he'd done wrong. I felt the head of my penis drag through the hair on his arm a couple of times but I pretended not to notice it as if I was enraptured in explaining this geometry to him. Joe Tom nodded his head that he understood and I turned from him to get dressed. His hand slapped my ass hard.

"Thanks, Marc, I can't afford to miss any math problems in this class."

"And I get my ass spanked for helping you, huh?"

I was already almost dressed.

Joe Tom grinned at me. "I'll show you a real ass spanking any time you're ready, dude."

"'Oh, promises, promises, that's all I ever get; I could write a country song."

Joe Tom laughed and patted me on the back. "I think you really have a wicked streak in you, Marc Taylor, a wicked streak that you try to hide from the world."

"That may well be, stud, but that streak is not into S&M."

He leaned close to my face. "Maybe you just haven't found the right master yet," he whispered in my ear.

"Fuck that master shit, dude. Maybe I just haven't found the right slave. If anyone is going to kick ass in a relationship, the kicker will be me, man."

Joe Tom leaned over and picked up the sock from last night's masturbation. He put it to his nose and sniffed, looking in my eyes as he did it.

"It's clean."

He grabbed the matching sock from under his bed and put them on, then a pair of loafers. He looked up and me and smiled mischievously. Then he walked out our dorm room door ahead of me. 

"Like I said, Taylor, you've got something wicked in you trying to get out."




Joe Tom Ch. 02



Archie Loomis and Lester Harper, two guys in our dorm were in the hall headed to breakfast and heard Joe Tom.

"You tell him, Aronoff. Taylor has a wicked streak a mile wide," Lester said. "His last roommate Randy was always trying to rope him into church."

He and Archie laughed together.

"He does need to spend some time on his knees in the chapel every day," Archie giggled.

I was locking the room door and I turned on the two of them.

"Screw you both," I said. "You two have calluses on your knees from kneeling and sucking each other's dicks every chance you get. The two of you probably drilled that hole in the partition in the library. I'll ask for religious advice from you two when the pope starts praying to Buddha."

I was joking and I knew there was no one else in hearing distance of my comment. Archie and Lester were two more non-Baptists in the dorm and always seemed on the borderline of getting expelled for one infraction or another. The problem for administration was the simple fact that everyone knew where there was mischief and mayhem Archie and Lester could be counted on to be involved. But absolutely no one ever admitted seeing anything or would testify against them. I'd partied with them in their room on several occasions with the door locked. Archie always seemed to have some marijuana to lighten the mood. They had a couple of pedestal fans to draw smoking odors out of their room through the window.

"You can see why Randy left school to go to the Peace Corps and do good works, Joe Tom," Archie rolled his eye heavenward. "He said he needed to purge himself of the evil one here. You've only been here a few days so you haven't had the opportunity to experience the depth of his sins. According to Randy, Taylor here broke the Guinness Book of World Records for masturbation. Randy said Taylor seems hopelessly addicted to the sin of Onan."

"You're so full of shit your eyes are brown, Archie. That weasel Randy had the sin of Onan on his fucking brain so bad he couldn't get an erection. I think the boy has talked himself into complete erectile dysfunction that no amount of Viagra can cure." I slapped Archie on the back of the head.

"Ouch," he whined.

"Shut up or I'll hit you again, cum rag," I grinned. "I was just trying to shake loose the cobwebs in your head so you can perform at your best in Bible class this morning. You do have Dr. Fernandez's eight o'clock class, don't ya?"

"We both do," Lester said. "It's enough to totally fuck up your day but like I told Archie, I'd rather make it the first class in the morning than dread it all day. Dr. Fernandez asked me yesterday to name three things that I am thankful to God for everyday."

Archie hooted laughing. "You know what this jackass told Fernandez? He said he was thankful to God that this college only requires one Bible class; that he's able to get it over early in the morning; and most of all he's thankful he doesn't have to take it from Dr. Hester. I thought Fernandez was going to have a seizure when everyone started laughing but that old cat started laughing himself. He told Lester that it'd do him good to take a religion class every semester and not to worry, one day God will seize hold of him and turn him into Oral Roberts. Dr. Fernandez said he'd pray for that."

We all were laughing. 

Lester said, "I told Dr. Fernandez that if it's all the same to him I'd rather that he pray that I get turned in to Hugh Hefner instead of Oral Roberts. Now we're getting a test on Luke today."

"I guess you spent all night trying to understand the gospel of Luke," I laughed. "You don't stand much chance of learning that one overnight."

"I didn't have to," Lester said. "My Mama dragged me to church every time the doors opened while I was growing up. I've spent more time studying the scriptures than half these teachers here. Mama is a good Assembly of God member and those people don't do much of anything other than eating, praying, working, and sleeping. All my life entertainment in our house was listening to taped sermons."

"Ye Gods, Lester," Joe Tom said, "how come you're not a ministerial student with such a background?"

"Hormones, Mr. Aronoff, hormones," Lester replied. "My dick's too active to let my soul meditate on prayer, my son, unless the prayer book is balanced between two sweet 38 D tits."

We arrived at the cafeteria and went through the line. Today we all chose milk and cereal and went to a window table. It was fun to sit with Archie and Lester.

Louise, one of the cooks came over with some packets of sugar. I liked her. She was probably in her early forties and looked at SBNG with jaundiced eyes. This was obviously just a job to pay her bills, not a religious calling although she toed the line carefully to avoid the wrath of Mrs. Guinn, the cafeteria director, a woman definitely on a mission from above. 

"Well, what have we here?" Louise spoke quietly, "It's the four horsemen of the Apocalypse all in the dining room at the same time."

We all broke up laughing.

"There'll probably be a prayer service in here after you guys leave to exorcise the demons. Old lady Guinn says the four of you should be thrown out of this school before you can infect anyone else. I think she gets a little crazier every day."

"Hold on, Louise," Joe Tom said. "This is my fourth day here. How can she decide I need to be thrown out when she doesn't even know me? I'm insulted."

Louise laughed. "Don't get your knickers in wad, pretty boy. Dean Wilson told us you're a Jew so she wrote you off instantly. She thinks anyone that's not Southern Baptist is corrupting the world, particularly Jews and Catholics. And she's going to be all over my ass for talking to you four."

"Tell her we had some questions for you about the upcoming supper menus," Lester said. "Tell her that I asked for her fix some Chinese food for a change – lemon chicken, egg drop soup, egg rolls and vegetable fried rice."

Louise giggled. "Oh, I can really see that happening, boys. The most foreign thing on Guinn's menu is Boston crème pie and she calls it Atlanta style Boston crème pie. Let me get out of here before she sends someone over for me."

Louise left as Rebecca Knowles and four other girls of her set walked into the dining room. Rebecca looked over to me and Joe Tom with an imperious shit eating smile.

"I guess Mother Superior Knowles has not yet heard that her fetish for black dick has made the campus hotline," Archie laughed.

"What?" I asked shocked that the news had already reached Archie and Lester.

"Oh, yes, boys," Lester sneered, wagging his finger at Joe Tom and me. "Don't play coy and innocent with us. The word on the vine is that prick Wilson hauled the two of you into his office yesterday after chapel. He was trying to get Joe Tom for cursing in front of Sister Knowles and you delivered the revelation she groped pretty boy's cock through his pants right here outside the student center." Lester pretended to be shocked out of his mind.

Archie started beating his head on the window saying over and over, "What are we going to do, Dorothy? What are we going to do, Dorothy?"

Joe Tom started laughing so loudly others started to stare at us.

"We need to get out of here before they call the police," I said. "If the four of us are sitting together and laughing the staff here probably think we've placed a bomb somewhere on campus."

We headed for class. 

Lester and Archie were taking bets on how long it would be before Rebel Ho got the word that her loving black dick was common gossip. The two of them figured maybe noon today. I guessed maybe even be as late as tomorrow.

"Remember, guys, the good sister is truly formidable and not many people are going to approach her with the news."

Lester raised his hand toward the sky frantically. "I volunteer! I volunteer!" he yelled.

"I'd leave it alone if I were you, Lester," I said. "Dean Wilson's pissing his pants trying to find someone who'll testify it was you two that put sugar in the gas tank of his F150. That little stunt's gonna cost him thousands of dollars. Lecky said Wilson told him Monday he was looking to just sell the truck at a loss for parts and get another vehicle. Lecky also said he'd never met anyone who called themselves a Christian that looked like he was capable of killing whoever did it with his bare hands." 

"I'm innocent," Lester said. "Watch my lips. I did not violate that truck. Do you hear me? I did not violate that truck." Lester was a good mimic and he sounded just like Bill Clinton.

Archie snorted. "Well, no one cares if you stuck your dick in the tailpipe and fucked it. What they care about is did you pour ten pounds of sugar in the gas tank."

Lester smiled. "My good man, how would you know the weight of the sugar bag unless you yourself did the evil deed? Take care with your accusations, Sherlock. There are those that might look to you as the culprit."

Joe Tom laughed. "Or more likely he held the bag for you while you poured the sugar in the tank."

"Careful, Joe Tom," Lester said, "people who are too smart sometimes lock themselves into jail cells of their own making. Surely you don't think people in the know on this campus are really going to think Rebel Ho grabbed your dick, do you? Everyone who knows what a slut she is also knows she ain't grabbing nothing but black dick."

"I hate to break up this hen festival," I interrupted. "Rebecca Knowles is known to pinch waiters' asses over at the pizzeria regardless of color. The girl seriously needs to be fucked with a cock two feet long and a foot wide. Then again, that might be too small for her."

"Has she ever pinched your ass?" Archie asked.

"Yeah, she has," I answered. "She could have sucked my dick right there in the restaurant for the kind of tips she drops. Her parents must have plenty of money to give her the kind of allowance to buy meals at Lecky's three or four times a week and drop tips that are sometimes almost as much as the total bill."

"Then why would she go to the dean and report you two for engaging in a vulgar conversation? If she likes you and gives you big tips why would she try to get you in trouble?" Lester asked.

"Truthfully, I think the girl has some serious mood swings. Maybe it's her monthly period. She's a vicious bitch all the time but periodically she's like a panther with fangs and claws. Lynn Eliopoulos despises her and would stomp her ass in the ground if she didn't give the restaurant such good business. One day, though, she is going catch Lynn on one of her 'on the rag' bad days and when does, Lynn'll beat the living shit out of her."

"Man, I'd pay to see that fight," Archie said. "So would probably most of the people here. But Lynn's a sweet girl, Marc. Rebecca's a bitch on wheels. It'll never happen. I just can't see Lynn doing it and since the accident where that kid got killed I think Lynn's gonna be even more unlikely to go after Rebecca."

"Who the hell knows, guys," I said, "you never know what women are going to do when it comes to violence but I do know that last semester Lynn came in with a black eye and scratches from a fight she had with another girl she caught fucking her boyfriend. She beat the pure hell out of the girl and the only reason she didn't get arrested was because they both ended up in the hospital emergency room getting treated for their injuries. Lynn had a black eye but the other girl had a broken nose and jaw."

We came to where we had to part to go to class. I arranged to meet Joe Tom for lunch in the cafeteria.

The morning was uneventful but lunch made up for the lull. Joe Tom and I were sitting at our table by the window when Rebecca Knowles started yelling at her table. I had sort of thought she might start crying and be afraid when she heard what was being said about her. I was wrong. She started cursing like a drunken sailor and marched over to our table screaming at us. She lit into Joe Tom.

"You lying motherfucking queer faced son of a bitch! You know goddamn well I never groped your little monkey dick! You fucking WISH I had groped your tiny weenie! You're a fucking liar and a piece of shit and everyone knows if you're hanging around with Marc Taylor he's fucking your ass!

Joe Tom laughed at her. "And how would you know about my little monkey dick if you hadn't touched it?"

Rebecca reared back and slapped Joe Tom so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. Then she took his food tray and hit him over the head with it. Before I could even move, she grabbed my food tray and smashed it into my face, then turned and hit Joe Tom over the head with it. I looked around the dining room. People sat in stunned silence. Dean Wilson was sitting with Dr. Fernandez and he looked paralyzed. The ladies of the cafeteria crew totally stopped serving. When Rebecca stepped back to hit Joe Tom again suddenly Archie and Lester seemed to appear out of nowhere and each boy grabbed one of her arms and threw her to the floor roughly. 

"Woman, I think you missed your Midol pills this morning," Lester said laughing. "You need to settle down before you do some damage."

Rebecca started screaming and trying to get up. Archie kicked her hard in her side. "Stay down on the floor, fatso, or I'm gonna hurt you."

Lester took his cell phone out and called 911. He asked for armed police and for an ambulance. That was all it took to end Dean Wilson's paralysis. He jumped up and started yelling this could be resolved without the interference of the police.

"I don't think so," Archie replied. "Can't you see Joe Tom's bleeding on his face and so is Marc. I've got a scratch on my arm from this wild cat on the floor and you can bet I'm going to demand a tetanus shot. I may even need rabies shots. I demand she get tested for AIDS and hepatitis. She's probably got both from all that black cock she takes."

Rebecca grabbed at Archie's leg and tried to get up again. When he pushed her, she sank her teeth into his leg. Archie screamed and Lester kicked Rebecca hard in the stomach. She started to panic. Lester had kicked her so hard he'd knocked all her breath out and she couldn't breathe. About that time the police and EMT's arrived. Two EMT's administered oxygen to Rebecca and Joe Tom, Archie, and I were put in the back of an ambulance and taken to the hospital emergency room.

In the emergency room, we were seen and evaluated. Our cuts were superficial and there were no concussions for either Joe Tom or me. We laughed because Archie really did get a tetanus shot and a complete blood panel was drawn from him and Rebecca Knowles. After the doctors were through we were interviewed by the police. We kept our stories short and sweet, direct and to the point. I told Joe Tom it'd do no good to exclude our part in telling Dean Wilson about Rebecca because I had no doubt the dean had already told the story himself trying to pass the blame onto us.

We were released by two o'clock that afternoon with clear instructions from the doctors – we were to go back to the dorm and rest the remainder of the day and all of the next day. Since the next day was Friday, the doctors told us to rest over the weekend and not return to class or exert ourselves until Monday. There was concern that although there was no apparent concussion, we'd both received sharp blows to the head and it required a waiting period to make sure we were safe. We were given a couple of medications and told if we developed any headaches, blurred vision, or difficulty in hearing we were to come to the emergency room immediately. Lester drove us back to the dorm, joking with us all the way and telling us about the chaos that had ensued in the student center after we left. Dean Wilson had gotten smarmy about Rebecca and the police accused him of covering up for her since he seemed to be the only person in the dining room who didn't want to discuss her behavior and attack on us. The police made it clear they would be visiting the president of the college. As it turned out, we didn't miss our afternoon classes because the college cancelled all afternoon classes on campus. It seemed half the student body and about 75% of the faculty and staff was being interviewed by the police. An announcement was made that a decision would be made before five o'clock about whether or not the Friday classes would be cancelled. After being treated at the hospital for three broken ribs, Rebecca was arrested and guarded by two police officers in her hospital room.

We got back to our dorm room to find a message from Joe Tom's father. His maternal grandmother had died that morning. Jewish funerals are done as quickly as possible after death. Joe Tom was to come home at once.

"I'm so sorry, man."

I patted him on the shoulder trying to be comforting. He grasped my hand in his.

"Thanks, Marc. Granny was a really special lady. She was old but she was in good health. None of us expected this to happen so soon.

I could tell he was depressed over her death. He busied himself packing a quick bag. Like me, I knew he had plenty of clothes and personal items at home. Not a lot was required. He suddenly laughed and turned to me.

"In every cloud there is a silver lining, right?"

I looked at him uncertain of where this was leading.

"I've got a DVD player in my bedroom. When I come back, I'm bringing it with me and I'm gonna bring the trunk from under my bed. It locks and has my porn stash in it. We're gonna have a fuck party!"

He laughed and I just shook my head. Grief affects people differently.

END OF CHAPTER TWO



Joe Tom Ch. 03



I was off work that weekend. The ER doctor insisted I needed some rest. Lecky agreed. He thought the restaurant and I both could use a few days to let the dust settle. A lot of gossip and innuendo was going around about the dust up Joe Tom and I had with Rebecca Knowles. I needed the money but I was happy to just vegetate until Monday even though I felt perfectly fine.

On Monday I went to classes as usual. A lot of giggling, finger pointing, and gossip but the day went okay. It's amazing how quickly scandals pass on. As the maxim goes, today's newspaper wraps tomorrow's fish. A bit dated as a rule of thumb but the idea will never change. I got back to the dorm room around five o'clock on Monday after basketball practice and opened the door to see Joe Tom grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Ta,da!!!"

His arm swept back like he was introducing the pope. Behind him was a VCR/DVD machine. He'd done as he said he'd do. I could only figure that he'd also brought his porn stash. As if reading my thoughts Joe Tom flashed another smirking grin and pointed out the small metal trunk slid under his bed. I knew from his smile in it was his porn.

"Good God, Joe Tom! We'll need room deodorizer to cover up the cum smell from all your jacking off."

We laughed together. This could be fun. I felt my dick swell thinking of him jacking off that big dick.

"Dude, you look like hell from practice. Go take a shower. I'll set up a flick for us to watch."

I took a quick shower and debated jacking off in the bathroom to help me to control myself in case the video got too hot. I didn't want to blow my load in front of Joe Tom. No telling how he might respond. I came out in my towel. He was sitting on the couch wearing only his gym shorts and looked incredibly sexy with tousled hair and his hairy body.

"Sit down, dude. This shit is fucking hot!"

I sat on the couch beside him and the television screen suddenly showed a woman getting her pussy fucked by a muscle man with a big dick. She was on her knees and he was fucking her from behind. The volume was low but we could still hear her moaning and his grunts. Her tits swung freely with each slap of his dick into her. He turned her over and spread her legs wide. She had a shaved pussy and it was wide open. He put his face in it and we could see the close up angle as he licked and fucked it with his tongue. It wasn't long before the woman ejaculated pussy juice onto the man's face.

"Goddamn, man that is so fucking hot. I love that part. To see her pussy squirt."

Joe Tom swallowed hard and I could see his face was getting flushed. I looked at his crotch. His cock was hard and pressed against his shorts. It was obvious he was naked underneath them. I wanted him to strip naked and let me suck it but I choked my emotion back.

The next segment of the video began. Two guys were fucking one girl. One had his cock in her ass, the other in her pussy. Joe Tom arched his back and I watched his toes curl. He sucked his breath in hard.

"Shit, dude," he whispered. "I wonder if those guys can feel each others' cock in her body. They're so close together."

I adjusted my dick under my towel. We'd only been watching for about half an hour but I was ready to blow my wad. I caught Joe Tom looking over at me as I loosened the towel to free my dick. The towel just lay over it but my dick was free from restraint now. We looked each other in the eyes and then he put his hand in his shorts. He jacked himself slowly.

The next video segment began. Three men were in bed with one girl. One was fucking her. She was sucking the dicks of the other two guys. It was intense for me to see two dicks at her mouth bumping into each other, pressing against each other as she tried to mouth both at once. The camera angled up to show the two men kissing each other passionately as their dicks were sucked. I heard Joe Tom make a low moan and looked over. He'd taken his hand out of his shorts and was playing with his nipples.

On the video one of the two guys getting sucked moved behind the man fucking the woman. He knelt and opened the man's buttocks, then started licking and kissing his asshole. I was near orgasm and forced myself to look away. I was not going to blow my load in front of Joe Tom unless he ejaculated first. He'd pulled his legs up so his knees were at his chin and his feet on the couch at his ass. I couldn't see his crotch. I could tell from the movement of his arm he was playing with his dick.

The man rimming the other guy's ass stood up and pushed his cock in the man's asshole. With each stroke the man made fucking the woman's pussy, his asshole pushed back onto the other man's cock. He was now sucking the third man's cock as he fucked the woman.

"Fucking hell, man. I can't take it anymore."

Joe Tom stood up and went into the bathroom. He left the door ajar and I could hear him as he masturbated. There was a slapping sound as his hand slid up and down and he made no effort to hide his moans. There was a sudden couple of hard grunts and I knew he'd shot his load. My dick was about to explode. I leaned back into the couch and grabbed my dick, pulling on it, sliding the foreskin up and down, and finishing myself off. Joe Tom walked past me to his bed. He looked down at me just as my cum shot all over my chest and stomach. I looked into his eyes as I blew my load.

He grinned. "Hot fucking stuff, huh? Our dicks will never be the same."

He walked over to his bed and bounced into it naked, pulling a blanket over him. I cleaned myself up with my towel and shut the TV off with the remote, then went to bed, naked like Joe Tom. A few minutes later Joe Tom spoke softly.

"That was so fucking hot, dude. I needed that real bad. Good night."

"Yeah, good night and thanks for bringing the DVD player."

"And the porn," Joe Tom giggled.

We got into the habit of watching porn at night before going to bed. It was always the same. Joe Tom would go to the bathroom to jerk off and I'd finish in the room. We never talked about it but each of us knew the other was masturbating. I kept waiting for a repeat performance of Joe Tom masturbating for me in his bed in the middle of the night but it didn't come. Or I didn't wake up to see it.

Then one night about a week later it changed. We were watching fuck flicks that seemed to send Joe Tom over the edge. A woman had a huge dildo strapped on and was fucking a man in the ass. He was screaming for her to fuck him harder. I looked over at Joe Tom and his eyes seemed glazed with passion. It was as if I was not in the room and my eyes devoured his sexy body. That night he was wearing only a jock strap. I could clearly see his hard cock through the loose mesh, his balls, and his hairy pubes. I watched as he used his thumb to press the head of his circumcised cock. I was dressed in gym shorts and tee shirt. I still was wary of appearing completely naked in front of him while I was erect and near orgasm. Joe Tom grabbed his cock through his jock and squeezed it. He looked at me directly in my eyes for several moments as he pumped at his cock.

"Look, what are we doing here, dude?" he whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I want to jack off and cum all over myself while I watch this guy get his ass fucked by this sexy woman."

He was speaking in a low husky voice.

"That's fine, man. I can go in the bathroom and give you some privacy."

I started to stand and Joe Tom grabbed my arm, pulling me back to the couch and closer to him. He laughed softly.

"No, fuck wad! What I mean is why should either of us leave the room to jack off? Would it really be so offensive or embarrassing to either one of us if we jacked off sitting here together on this couch watching this porn? You know I'm jacking off in the bathroom. I know you're jacking off on the couch. We both know it. We both know what it looks like. We've both seen the other with hard ons and we've both seen the other shoot his load."

I looked at him. He was still grasping my arm in his hot hand.

"I really don't care anymore if you watch me jack off. Does it matter to you if I see you jack off?" he whispered.

I stripped naked in front of him and grabbed my cock. I started to slide the foreskin back and forth.

"Does this answer your question?" I asked softly.

He smiled and slid the jock strap off. His cock got caught in the elastic and slapped back against his stomach with a loud slap. He grabbed his cock in his hand and started to jack.

"Oh yeah," he whispered. "This is so right."

We were no longer watching the porn flick. We were watching each other masturbate, looking at each other touch our cock, and looking deep into each others' eyes.

Joe Tom slid further down onto the couch and spread his legs so that one leg touched mine. I could feel the fire from his body. He began to rock, gently fucking his hand with his cock. His motion intensified my own erection and I started pumping up and down on my dick. As I jacked my dick, I used my other hand to pinch my nipples and to tease my chest and abdomen. I pulled my fingers through my curly pube forest.

"Unnnnhhhhhhh, Unnnnhhhhhhh, Unnnnhhhhhhh, Unnnnhhhhhhh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, shhhhhiiiiiittttt!" Joe Tom yelled as his cum shot out of the tiny slit in his penis.

Joe Tom arched his body, leaning toward me and some of his cum landed on me. It was hot and the fire of it ignited my own ejaculation. I shot my load in a flash, taking care to emulate him. I leaned into Joe Tom and some of my cum landed on him. We collapsed together and sat quiet for several minutes.

"Whew! That was fucking fantastic, dude. I don't when I've shot such a fucking load."

Joe Tom rubbed the cum all over his chest. He stood up and walked toward the bathroom, his flaccid cock bouncing, his ass a thing of beauty. I was disappointed he didn't want more but I knew it would come. Yes, it would cum.

The next morning, Joe Tom and I again met Archie and Lester for breakfast at the student center.

"We're driving to the basketball game in LaGrange. You guys wanna go with us?" Lester asked.

"I'm sure there's room on the bus with the team if you'd like," I offered.

"Nah, Archie and I are gonna get a room in a motel along the way and have a party."

Lester gave us a leering smirk. I could well imagine what his party would be. Beer, vodka, whiskey, marijuana, tits, pussy, fucking. The usual Lester party he was always bragging about.

"I don't know, guys. I'm not too keen on getting put in jail in a little town in the middle of nowhere in Georgia." I replied.

"Awwwwww, don't be such a pussy, Marc! It's gonna be a Friday night. Nobody's gonna give a shit it we're here on Saturday morning. For all they know, we might have gone home for the weekend" Lester taunted in a low voice.

"Better yet, Marc, it'd be great if you had a pussy. Something else for the rest of us to fuck all night with the rest of the girls," Archie giggled.

Joe Tom raised an eyebrow at me.

"Could be fun, Taylor. Lighten up, dude."

And that's how two nights later, Joe Tom and I pulled into a little motel on the interstate about thirty minutes out of Atlanta. Joe Tom was chosen as the patsy to go rent the room. He was still in his SBNG basketball uniform, sweaty and tired from a victorious game. The story he used was the four of us were on the way back to the college but were just too tired to continue driving. We wanted two adjoining rooms for the night because we'd feel safer that way. No adjoining rooms were available but the rooms all had two king sized beds and were roomy. The little old lady who rented the room to us assured us we would be safe.

Minutes later we were in the room, booze, drugs, but no girls.

"Lester, you really blew it with the girls for this party!" Joe Tom laughed. "What are we supposed to do all night? Sit around and jack off?"

"Oh, don't worry, dude," Archie snickered. "When Lester gets high enough, he'll suck all of us off. Won't you, Lester?"

Lester shot a bird at Archie. "After you lick my ass, dude."

As soon as we got in the room, Lester closed the curtains and started rolling the marijuana joints. Archie poured us all some whiskey and we drank a glass.

"Goddamn, this is fucking good stuff," Joe Tom grinned.

"Nothing beats Johnnie Walker, man, nothing in this fucking world," giggled Archie.

"Unless it's Acapulco Gold," Lester laughed.

"Where do you get all this shit, Lester?" I asked. "We've just turned eighteen, man. Anybody who sold to you could go to jail for this."

Lester sneered. "Let's just say I have my sources. One hand washes the other kinda thing."

"Must be a damn good source," Joe Tom laughed. "You've got enough booze and shit here for the party we are not having."

"Yeah, well, Linda Preston and Cheryl Atkinson must have got waylaid. They were supposed to meet us at the game."

"Two whores Lester that knows who go to Brenau College and live in Newnan," Archie explained.

"Fucking hell," Lester whined. "Cheryl has the best pussy I've ever tasted, the goddamned best."

"It's the cherry juice she rubs in her pussy before she fucks. I keep telling you that, Lester!"

And Archie slapped Lester's head playfully just as Lester grasped his hard dick through his jeans and rubbed it. It was clear he was fully erect.

"Guys, I'm gonna go take a shower," Joe Tom said. "I stink."

"Yeah, you do," Archie giggled.

We were all a bit high by now. We listened to Joe Tom as he showered while we smoked pot. Then he appeared in the bedroom completely naked.

"Motherfuck! Where'd you get that goddamn donkey dick from, man?" Lester whistled.

Joe Tom grinned and swung his hips, causing his dick to swing back and forth. It was already hard and standing at attention.

"Like it, huh?" he grinned.

"I'm next in the shower," Archie piped up.

"Me after you," I said. "Don't use all the goddamn hot water!"

In minutes Archie was back with us, naked like Joe Tom. I stared. Archie was about 5'7" and built like a gymnast with auburn hair. His body was smooth except for his pits, lower legs, and pubes. And that's what caught my attention. The hair on his head was a darker red, more auburn, but his body hair was fiery red and reminded me of Carl in Brooklyn. Sometimes I regretted not giving in to Carl's begging and just going to bed with him. I pulled myself together but not before Archie caught me looking. He just flashed me a sexy grin and waggled his cock for me. His cock was partly erect, circumcised, about six inches long, thin with a narrow pointed glans. The head of his cock was smaller than the width of his stalk. But it was still a beauty that enticed me as I raced to the shower. Seconds later, Lester walked in and pulled his dick out to piss.

"Save me some hot water, dude. I'm not in the mood for a cold shower tonight," he giggled.

The shower curtain was partly open and I glanced out at him. He was already naked. Lester had a smaller penis than I'd imagined. Hard in his jeans, it had seemed larger. His penis hung flaccid in his hand as he held it and the yellow stream of piss flowed into the toilet bowl. I watched him as he pissed. He was always bragging about his huge cock but soft it looked maybe five inches long. His foreskin reached just beyond the crown of his cock as if his doctor had failed to completely remove all the skin when he was circumcised. He had a small amount of hair around his belly button and a small group of dark brown curls above his dick. His ass was smooth and flat. Lester was a skinny guy. He waved his cock at me, causing his piss to shoot onto the floor.

"You like what you see, Taylor?" he whispered and grinned.

He closed the bathroom door. I looked at him startled. He quickly stepped into the shower and pushed me back against the wall. He leaned in and licked my neck up to my ear and nibbled on my lobe. He was obviously drunk and high as a kite. I was taken aback but before I could react, he astonished me with his next remark.

"You think Joe Tom would let me fuck him in the ass tonight?" he whispered in my ear.

I pushed him away from me and he grinned at me.

"Or is his ass your property only?"

"You're drunk, Lester! Don't be a goddamned idiot!"

I started to get out of the shower and he grabbed my arm.

"Chill out, Marc baby. You think I don't know you like dick? You think I don't know Joe Tom likes dick and is a bottom?"

He was whispering to me and I was mesmerized by what he was saying. I had a horrible thought, one that he brought the thought to fruition in the next instant. He smiled at me and I looked in his eyes. Lester Harper wasn't drunk after all and I doubted he was very high. This had all been his plan.

"That was my dick you sucked in that glory hole in that adult bookstore off I-75 in Atlanta back in November. And then I sucked yours. So don't go getting all virginal on me here, sweetheart."

As if it I was Pavlov's dog, I glanced down at Lester's cock. It was fully engorged now and was at least eight inches, thick with a big purple vein running down the top of it and with a smooth mushroom knob, the kind I've always drooled at. In that instant I recognized it. He had a small brown birthmark at the base of his cock. I'd sucked it. I'd loved sucking it. He'd shot an endless stream of cum into my mouth and I could hear him moaning on the other side of the wall between us. Fuck. Probably everyone in the goddamned adult bookstore had heard his moans. He kissed my shoulder.

"I see you remember it," he snickered.

I looked in his eyes.

"I for goddamn sure remember yours. That fucking mule cock of yours. You don't know how many times I've wanted to let you know it was me in the glory hole. How many times I've wanted to slip in your bed at night and fuck you. I just never could. Of course, I've always had Archie's beautiful ass to fuck."

I pulled back. So Archie was in on this. I'd wondered his part or if he even had a part. In my heart I knew he was in it. Archie is far more debauched than Lester. Lester shook my shoulders gently.

"So. Do you think I can fuck Joe Tom or not? Or is his pussy your private property?"

I was too shaken to lie or engage in subterfuge.

"I've never had sex with him," I said and looked away.

Lester giggled. "But you've been dying to. You've been jacking off dreaming about it!" He laughed aloud. "No need to lie, Marc Taylor. I can see it in your goddamned eyes."

I flushed with shame. Lester was such a prick, but a fun loving little South Georgia sex maniac kind of prick. There was no way not to like him or be attracted to him, to enjoy his company. He kissed me on my nose.

"Chill out, Taylor. We'll just play it by ear. I'm sure Archie is out there waggling his ass for Joe Tom as we speak. Archie is such a man whore. But we'll just see how it goes. If Joe Tom's not interested, we'll just let it go. Smoke some more dope and go to sleep."

He gave me the soap and a cloth.

"Wash my back for me, sweetheart?" he grinned.

I started to get out of the shower and he grabbed my dick. It was already hard as a rock.

"This says you're not going anywhere, babe. Come on. Be sweet to your suck buddy Lester. Wash me."

I looked at his puppy dog mischievous eyes and had to laugh.

"Fuck you."

"That's what I'm hoping, baby," he laughed.

I took the soap and washed his back. He was slender but all muscle. As I caressed his back with the soapy cloth, I could see just what a muscle man he was. I knew he could easily bench press two hundred pounds for twenty reps. I'd seen him do it plenty of times. Yet he was not the big Mr. Universe muscle guy. Just a slender ball of fire.

"Don't stop now, man!" he moaned. "Wash my asshole. After all, you might be fucking it in a little while."

He looked back at me and grinned. He'd leaned forward against the shower wall, opening his buttocks for me. My hand was still soapy and I pushed my middle finger in his asshole without warning.




Joe Tom Ch. 03



"Jesus Christ! You don't believe in any foreplay, do you?"

He dissolved into a fit of giggles.

There was a knock at the door and Archie opened it. He grinned at us in the shower.

"Don't tell me you girls have started the fuck party without us?" he laughed.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. No remark I could make could possibly do justice to the situation. The grin on Lester's face told Archie all he needed to know. He hadn't even attempted to stand up straight. He remained leaning against the wall, looking like I'd just fucked him. The bastard.

In the room, Joe Tom was drunk and high. He was giggling and coy. When he saw me, he grabbed his hard cock and pointed it at me.

"Come and fuck your man, Marc! Come on, baby! I need your big cock in my asshole."

He collapsed in giggles on the bed and I looked at Archie, furious.

"What all has he had, Archie? How much?"

Archie walked up next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I could feel his body heat and I glanced at his cock. It was completely erect, quivering and jerking at me, a tiny pearl of his precum slipping out of his piss slit.

"Come on, Marc! Joe Tom's a big boy. He doesn't need a Mama to watch what he drinks and smokes."

Archie grabbed my dick in his hand. I pulled away from him and he laughed.

"Come on now. Don't play hard to get. I know what you and Lester were doing in the shower. You two have been in there for twenty minutes. Plenty of time to haul his ashes."

Joe Tom sat up in the bed and looked at me with anger.

"You fucked Lester in the bathroom??!!"

I could see the fire in his eyes.

"No. No! I swear."

Suddenly he was giggling and falling all over the bed again. He rolled over and lay face down on the bed with his ass in the air, on his knees. He used his hands to open wide his buttocks and I saw his asshole winking at me as it flexed. I looked from that sexy ass to his face and he was looking into my eyes.

"This is what you're going to fuck, baby. I'm not going to move a muscle until I feel that big cock of yours in my pussy!"

He giggled drunkenly and I watched the spit drip from his mouth onto the bed. He was looking direct into my eyes and I could see the passion for me in them, passion that had not been there before.

"It's ready for you to fuck," he laughed. "Archie has been out here eating my pussy out while you were in the shower with Lester."

Again he collapsed into silly giggles.

Lester was behind me and in the mirror I saw him grab Archie and kiss him passionately. They were swallowing each others' tongues.

"Oh god!" Joe Tom moaned, watching them.

Archie fell back onto the other bed and Lester lifted his legs above his shoulders and opened his ass wide. It was smooth, totally hairless and pink. Archie's balls were pressed tight against his body in a hairless sack and his penis lay on his stomach in its bed of fiery red curls. Lester knelt by the bed and buried his face in Archie's ass. He licked and prodded his ass, kissed it and slapped his buttocks hard. I could see his handprints, red and furious looking as he kept kissing, licking, tonguing, and slapping his ass cheeks harder and harder. Archie moaned loud and rocked his ass toward Lester for more loving.

"Come on, Marc. Do that to me, dude. Eat my ass, whip me. Come on, man"

I was totally caught in the moment. I'd never had sex with someone else in front of others. I pulled Joe Tom to the edge of the bed so I could reach him better, keeping his ass in the air on his knees. Without any of my normal hesitance I got on my knees beside the bed. Joe Tom's sexy ass was at face level. I could see his hole, pink and shiny in the blue black hairs of his ass and I began to kiss his ass and lick it. Joe Tom moaned loud. He used is hands to pry open his ass cheeks as wide as he could.

"Fuck me with your tongue," he whimpered into the bed cover. "Please, Marc, I need it so bad."

I pushed my tongue into his opening asshole. Joe Tom shuddered and whimpered as if he was crying.

"Oh god, oh god, that's so good, Marc. So good."

He pressed his ass back toward my face, trying to impale his ass pussy on my tongue.

"Spank my ass, baby. Spank me," he moaned.

I slapped his ass cheeks.

"Harder. Harder."

I slapped them again.

"Harder. Harder," Joe Tom demanded.

Lester was fucking Archie. His cock was slamming into Archie's ass pussy in front of me. He stopped and pulled out, then walked over to my bed.

"He wants this, Marc," he said and slapped Joe Tom's ass so hard it nearly knocked him over. He balanced the blow with another blow to the other cheek. I could see the fiery imprint of Lester's hands on Joe Tom's lily white ass cheeks. He continued to slap hard a few more times. Joe Tom started moaning yes, yes, yes over and over again, getting louder.

"Do it again!" he begged. "Harder!"

Joe Tom's cock and balls hung between his legs with his ass high in the air. I could see precum dripping from his cock to the bed cover. Lester grinned at me.

"Can't you please your lover?" Archie giggled, drunk, his ass still in air waiting for Lester's dick to return.

I reached for Archie's jeans on the floor and pulled his leather belt out of them in one quick move. I was angry as hell seeing my man pleasured by Lester. I doubled the belt and pushed Lester away. I swung hard and the crack of the belt against Joe Tom's ass echoed in the room.

"Yes, yes, Marc, yes, yes," Joe Tom said over and over. "Whip your lover boy hard. I've been such a bad boy. I need to be punished. I was sucking Archie's dick."

I looked at Archie as Joe Tom said this and I knew it was true. Archie grinned at me triumphantly. What the goddamned motherfucking hell had happened in this room while I was in the shower with Lester? The whiskey and marijuana in me sparked my anger at Joe Tom sucking Archie's cock. I swung the belt on his ass, over and over again until finally Joe Tom burst into tears. There were red welts forming on his ass, lower back, and upper thighs. Joe Tom was sobbing. He rolled onto his back and curled into a ball.

I fell beside him and pulled him in my arms.

"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry."

In a flash he grabbed my balls.

"NO!" he screamed. "NO!"

He yanked my balls hard and I nearly shit. It was like he was trying to pull them off my body.

"NO!" he screamed. "You fuck me NOW! You fuck my pussy NOW!"

I looked in his eyes. He was begging me to fuck him. I kissed him. Suddenly, I felt wetness on my dick. Lester grinned at me as he massaged KY oil on my dick. In an instant he had poured KY on Joe Tom's asshole and massaged it in.

"Fuck me NOW!" Joe Tom screamed at the top of his lungs.

I looked at the bedside clock. Three AM. If there were neighbors near, we'd soon be getting complaints.

"That's right," Lester said, laughing at me. "Your man wants you to fuck him. If you don't get your dick in his pussy fast, we're gonna have the goddamned cops on us."

It was like he read my mind. Suddenly, Joe Tom pulled his hand back and slapped my face hard, so hard it almost dislocated my jaw.

"FUCK ME!" he screamed.

I climbed on top of him, pushing his knees to his shoulders and putting his feet around my neck. I put my mouth over his and forced my tongue into his mouth, kissing him for all I was worth to shut him up. What was in that goddamn marijuana? Or was Joe Tom just not able to handle booze and drugs together? He was moaning and pushing against me and I pressed the mushroom head of my dick against Joe Tom's ass pussy. He groaned into my mouth as I kissed him and in a quick move, my cock slipped all the way inside him. Joe Tom was scratching my back and I could feel blood flow. He was moving beneath me like a crazed animal as he would rock his body to push his ass onto my cock, impaling his pussy with me with each stroke I made. He turned his face from mine and was crying. I could see the tears pouring from his eyes.

I slowed my pace and held him gently. I changed our position so I was behind him as we lay on our sides. I held one leg up slightly to allow me better entrance to his ass and I pumped my cock in and out steadily. I kissed his neck and nibbled his ear.

"I'm so sorry, Joe Tom. I didn't mean to hurt you. I swear." I kissed at his shoulder and neck.

He was crying. "I love you so much, Marc. I love you so much but you've never loved me back. I wanted you to whip me, to hurt me, to punish me for whatever I did wrong to make you not love me back."

I held him gently. I looked over to see Lester fucking Archie. Both of them were watching us fuck. Whether conscious of it or not, Lester was fucking Archie in rhythm to my moves.

I kissed Joe Tom's neck. "You're such a goddamned motherfucking idiot, Joe Tom Aronoff. Do you know how motherfucking stupid you are?"

I hit his nose gently with my fist. He looked at me with his tear filled eyes.

"You fucking idiot. I have loved your fucking ass since Albany High. I wanted to fall on my knees and suck your dick the first time I saw you naked in the locker room. You goddamned stupid jerk. I've been in love with you for years and you just were too fucking blind to see it!"

I pinched his ass hard. Joe Tom gave a soft small laugh.

"Really? You really love me?"

I kissed him. "Yes, you fool. I totally, completely, absolutely and every other asinine word I could use, entirely love you. I always have."

"Oh my god!" Joe Tom's body convulsed. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he moaned.

As I watched, Joe Tom's big cock shot rope after rope of thick cum all over his chest, stomach, pubes, the bed, my hand. As his cock shot out his cum, his asshole clinched and squeezed my cock tighter with each ejaculation. It was more than I had self control to handle. At the same time I watched Lester pull his cock out of Archie's ass and kneel over him, shooting his cum all over Archie's chest and face. Archie was jacking his cock furiously at the same time and began to shoot thick white cream over his stomach and chest before Lester finished. The incredible and most sexy thing was that both of them were watching Joe Tom and me as we were in the midst of our orgasm, looking in our eyes instead of each others. I yelled and started to shoot my load in Joe Tom's ass. I kept pumping like a jackhammer in and out of his ass over and over again as I shot my load. Then the four of us collapsed, me onto Joe Tom and Lester onto Archie.

We lay prone and quiet for several minutes. I'd closed my eyes as I lay my head on Joe Tom's chest after he told me over and over how much he loved me. I'd almost fallen asleep when I felt a wet tongue on my cock. I looked down. It was Archie. 

"I want your cum," he said softly. "I want to clean Joe Tom's pussy from your dick."

I started to push him away and Joe Tom grabbed my arm.

"No, Marc. Archie and Lester are the reason we're in the bed together. They're the reason we fucked. How many more years would it have been before either of us made a move if they hadn't done this? I don't care. I want to have sex with them."

I looked at Joe Tom. He was obviously the more sexually liberal of the two of us. He was content as Lester licked at his ass. I watched as Joe Tom pushed my cum out of his pussy and Lester and Archie took turns lapping it up. Okay, I thought. I can be liberal, too. Archie was leaning over Joe Tom's ass and I saw Lester's cum begin to drip from Archie's asshole. I maneuvered so I could put my mouth over Archie's ass and I sucked Lester's cum out of his pussy. Lester twisted his body so he could put his cock at Joe Tom's lips. Joe Tom looked into my eyes and gave me a mischievous devilish grin as he popped Lester's cock in his mouth and sucked it hard. 

Lester and Archie had sucked all of my cum from Joe Tom's pussy and then Archie returned to sucking my knob. As I watched, Lester leaned over Joe Tom sucked his penis into his mouth. They were sixty-nining together. Archie was sucking my cock like a vacuum. After eating all of Lester's cum from his pussy, I pulled Archie's cock into my mouth. My nose was in his pubes and I looked at them, briefly imagining I was sucking my old friend Carl's cock. We'd only recently ejaculated, all of us, so this orgasm for all four of us came after over half an hour of sucking and oral sex. 

As he neared his orgasm, Lester surprised me. He pushed Archie away from me and put his cock in my face. Suddenly, I had the glory hole cock I so remembered. The dark brown curlies. The beautiful knob.

"We've got a surprise for you, Marc. This time you're gonna eat the cum from all of us. Next time we'll pick someone else for the prize."

I glanced around. Joe Tom, Lester, and Archie all seemed to be in agreement. Lester pushed his cock in my mouth in a sudden hurry and I felt his sperm exploding on my tongue. Just as before, Lester had the gift of huge loads of cum. I swallowed it and drank deeply from his cock. I grabbed his ass with my hands as he shot and pushed my middle finger in his asshole, surprising Lester. As I finger fucked him he shot his load.

As soon as he finished, Archie pushed Lester away, then pushed his own cock in my face. Those fire pubes were at my nose almost at once as Archie began to face fuck me with his beautiful slender cock. Within seconds I was rewarded with his cum load. Archie's cum tasted different from Lester's. Lester's cum had a salty and musty taste. Archie's load was sweeter with a tang and his cum was stringier, thick and seemingly unending. Archie later laughed and said he'd never cum so much before in his life. He'd never counted on the sex the four of us had enjoyed in that motel room being so invigorating, like a new lease on life.

After Archie, Joe Tom knelt over me as I lay prone on the bed beneath him. He pushed his asshole over my lips so I could feast on it as he rocked it back and forth over my face. I ravished his ass pussy with my tongue as before my eyes Joe Tom masturbated his big cock right over my lips. I stuck my tongue in his asshole and then followed up with fingers. Within seconds he blew his load in my mouth. 

Lester, Joe Tom, Archie. Goddamn, what a fucking night. Afterward the four of us fell asleep naked against each other in one bed. During the night Archie and Lester moved to their bed.

I awoke in bed with Joe Tom. We were naked and he was lying with his head in my armpit. I looked over at Archie and Lester in the other bed. Both were naked and snoring softly. Sleeping off the drunk. I eased myself up and went to the bathroom. I closed the door and had my morning piss through a raging hard penis. I stepped into the shower, turned on the cold water and just stood there, letting the hard flow of water pound into my head. Suddenly, the door opened. It was Joe Tom, naked with his morning woodie standing at attention.

"Morning, stud," he grinned and sat on the toilet.

He pulled the curtain back and blew me a kiss. I laughed. He farted hard and grunted as I heard a stream of piss and shit hit the toilet water. It surprised me. He reached for my hand.

"You know, I really am sorry I got so rough with you last night. I hope I didn't leave any bruises," I said.

"Don't worry about it. My father always whipped me naked. The first time I ever shot cum out, it was while I was bent over naked on his legs while he was whipping me with a paddle for stealing a bottle of his best vodka from the den. I was twelve," Joe Tom giggled.

"WHAT??!!!"

"Hold my hand, lover boy," he giggled. "Don't look so shocked. I just wanted to see if dogs got drunk so I stole a bottle of vodka for our puppy."

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard in his. Somehow I could envision horns growing on Joe Tom's little twelve year old head.

"You're up to speed now," he laughed. "You've seen me take a shit."

"By the way, what was all this stuff about throwing queers to the alligators in the Okefenokee Swamp? It's one reason I never made a move on you, man."

Joe Tom snorted. "I talk a lot of shit sometimes. It was just to fit in with that crowd we were in. I already have one strike against me as a Jew. It they ever thought I was queer, I'd definitely be alligator food. But you should have known. I made a play for you that first day when I watched you scoping out my cock."

"Guess we both were too afraid to be open. What a fucking loss. I really wanted your cock in Albany."

I cupped my palm and let the shower fill it with water, then threw it on him. He squealed and giggled.

"Fucking hell, dude, how can you stand that water so goddamn cold?! Your nuts must be in your throat!"

I flicked more water on him.

"Stop! Stop! I need to wipe my ass."

We giggled as he wiped his ass with toilet paper. He stood and pointed in the toilet.

"See my shit?" he laughed. "Don't ever say we're not on the same page again."

"You're a fucking lunatic, you know that?"

He flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower, pushing me against the wall.

"You think you could give me a bath?" he whispered sexily.

I leaned in to him and rubbed his back with the bar of soap. I went lower and lower until I inserted a soapy finger in his asshole. He moaned.

"Uuummmmm, that feels so good." He leaned his head on my shoulder.

"You think you and Lester could both get your cocks in my asshole at the same time?" he whispered.

I looked at him in awe.

"While I'm fucking Archie's ass at the same time," he laughed softly.

I grinned...



Joe Tom



During the summer of our junior year, someone burned a huge cross on Joe Tom's lawn. We naturally assume that it was the Ku Klux Klan although no one ever acknowledged seeing who did it. The incident made the local newspapers and there were several stories about Joe Tom and his family being Jews. The articles were all sympathetic and trite. I felt embarrassed for Joe Tom and I understood how he felt. I'd suffered tremendously when my father was in the news for the collapsed building and through the several court trials that followed. Shortly after the cross burning incident, I was at the Albany Mall just hanging out and getting a few things for the coming senior year. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned quickly to stare into the gorgeous face of Joe Tom.

"What's up, dude? And what's in the bags -- porno?" he laughed.

"I wish, man," I laughed back, "but I don't think there is any porn in the backwoods of Georgia."

Joe Tom winked an eye. "You just haven't been to the right places, my man."

"Yeah, I'll bet you have a stash as big as the Library of Congress."

"Not THAT big but I do have a decent collection. You know how it is, dude!"

"Yeah,' I replied. "You need something to jack off to three times a day."

He playfully hit me in the shoulder. "I suppose you're going to tell me you damn Yankees DON'T jack off three times a day, huh?"

I laughed at him. "Goddamn right us damn Yankees don't jack off three times a day."

Joe Tom lightly smacked the back of my head with his hand and laughed.

"Is that right, Einstein? Is the precise figure more like FIVE times a day?"

I could feel my cock getting hard from having this conversation. I couldn't get the image of him jacking off his big cock out of my mind. I was looking forward to further banter with him when his mother called to him, telling him they had to leave for home. Suddenly, Joe Tom grabbed me into a tight hug. 

"I've enjoyed knowing you, Marc, and I'm gonna miss you," he said softly.

"What's going on?" I asked, panicking that something was really wrong with him.

"Oh, this cross burning incident really got Mom's panties in a wad. Dad's never liked Albany anyway and this was the final straw. He requested a transfer from the Albany Piggly Wiggly grocery store. A managerial position has opened up in Columbus, Ga. so we're going there. Gramps has opened a jewelry store branch in Columbus so Mom's going to manage it and Dad is going to manage the Piggly Wiggly. And they're both gonna manage to drive me out of my goddamn mind. What a motherfucking piece of shit this is! This is like the eighth move we've made all over the Southeastern United States over the last twelve years. I feel like a goddamn ping pong ball!"

Suddenly, his mom yelled at him again. 

"I'm gonna miss you, too, Joe Tom. It's like I was just getting to know you and I'm sorry to see you go."

I was not just blowing smoke out my ass here. I was deeply depressed that I'd never again see the most beautiful man I'd ever met and the friendliest guy at the school. I could feel anger and despair welling up in me. I was certain that Joe Tom was straight as an arrow and if I'd shown anything remotely gay in my response to him, the farewell hug I received would turn into nasty queer bashing comments and I didn't want our relationship to end on that note. I reached out and shook his hand but he pulled me to him again in another quick embrace.

"Good luck, Joe Tom. Knock the socks off them at your new school." 

He laughed and waved back to me as he walked away. I had to steel myself to not get girly and start crying. He was the nicest guy I knew at Albany High. I'd masturbated with him in my mind a thousand times over and had dreamed one day we'd be closer friends. Now it was never going to happen.

The following school year began and without Joe Tom to compete with me, I was able to take his lead spot on some of the school teams. Within a few weeks of school beginning Joe Tom was just a pleasant memory like those of my many friends in New York. While I was academically leaps and bounds ahead of most of my classmates, I did have some serious competition. I had a brief bitter rebellious period during my senior year that cost me a few academic points for being suspended for cutting class, smoking, and disrespect. My dad believed in old fashioned discipline and my ass was tanned hard for each infraction plus he added some real shit chores to my load as punishment.

My grandfather's cancer finally caught up with him and he died right before Christmas. My parents were always careful to never discuss finances and problems in front of the kids but even so, Alex and I were not too surprised to discover that Granddad's illness had seriously depleted our family financial resources. Dad was relieved when I took an after school job at a local McDonald's restaurant. Mom tearfully objected to my working while still in high school but I overrode their arguments and gave my parents every penny of every check I earned. Dad continued giving me my small allowance to cover school lunches and necessities. I didn't realize until much later in life how that job with McDonald's increased my stature and image within my family. Josh and Jane later told me that my father had told them that he was truly impressed with what a responsible man I'd grown into. Jane told me that he actually had tears in his eyes as he told them how I'd have my check direct deposited into his and Mom's checking account. The trials and tribulations of our suffering as a family made us an even stronger and more cohesive unit. 

I graduated fifth in my class of a hundred and eighty. It didn't disappoint me to not make valedictorian. I was more proud of my ability to hold down a job and still keep a good academic record. Fifth in your class is not something to hang your head in shame over but it doesn't qualify you for academic scholarships. I was offered a couple of athletic scholarships. My best offer was from a small college north of Atlanta and about two hundred miles from Albany. They were the only school to offer me a full baseball scholarship. They'd been known for an outstanding athletic program for many years. I was the best baseball player in my high school, a multi-talented player who could pitch, play first base, and my batting scores helped put my high school in state championships both my junior and senior year. I did a lot of soul searching before accepting the scholarship and came awfully close to turning it down. You see, it was a Southern Baptist College and I was brought up as an Episcopalian -- and one who only attended when I absolutely had to do so.

There would be no Ivy League schools for me like Josh and Jane. I refused to graduate owing a half million dollars before I worked the first day in my new career and my parents could only provide limited assistance. Therefore, when the Southern Baptist College of North Georgia (SBNG) offered me a full scholarship, I finally accepted after much deep thinking. I had the deep secret of my bisexuality that I'd kept inside me my entire life. Everyone was always so certain that I was totally straight. I've never openly supported gay causes but I've also never been a person who was critical or acted homophobic. My own sense of honor would never let me take anti-gay stands and it was not until SBNG offered me a full scholarship that I was first forced to confront some painful issues.

I didn't know much about the Baptist religion and had never been inside a Baptist church in my life. I'd never attended any church other than Episcopalian and while I was comfortable with the only faith I'd ever experienced in my short life, I also knew that I had about as much in common with the Bible thumper types as a chimpanzee has with a fish. My father's brother, David, had married a Baptist woman, Deborah, and they ended up divorced because ultimately he could not come to terms with her faith and her preaching to him. I never understood why he didn't figure this out BEFORE they got married but he always said that she was an easygoing woman who was quick to fall into bed with him until she got a ring on her hand. Then she turned into Saint Deborah. David always says that he became convinced there really is a God when Deborah had a miscarriage with their first child and ended up having a hysterectomy, saving him a lifetime of child support. Within weeks of the miscarriage, David had filed for a divorce, thankful to be rid of the relationship. My own parents were not sorry to see Deborah leave the family because they dreaded any visits from her with her Bible quotes. That was two years ago and David swears he'll never marry again under any circumstance. Anyway, the negativity that I experienced with Deborah gave me an indelible impression of the Baptist faith. I never heard her mention anything you could do that was right but maybe it just got lost in her litany of everything we did that she thought was wrong.

With this backdrop of the faith, it's easy to see why I was distressed to think I could be put in a position of attending one their schools. My parents kept telling me there was no requirement that I join their church to attend the school. Just attend class, play baseball, and get my degree. Mom insisted if I did well I could probably transfer to another university for my junior and senior years. With great trepidation, I accepted their offer and enrolled. The first two years are usually the basic array of courses that provide overall general knowledge much like advanced high school classes and one does not usually begin their major courses until the third and fourth years.

In orientation I discovered I was required to pass at least one Bible course and I'd be required to attend thirty minute chapel services once a week on Wednesday mornings at ten a.m. There was a progressive fine for missing chapel. It began as one dollar for the first miss but then doubled for each successive miss so that at the end of a semester a student who missed twelve chapels could owe over two thousand dollars. University rules were explicit. A student who failed to pay chapel fines would not be issued grades or a transcript. I decided I'd attend the chapel sessions and see if I could use the time to study. As I later found out, anything other than the appearance of rapt attention was unacceptable. When I was asked to indicate my religion on college forms, I naturally entered Episcopalian. This led to my being singled out for religious tracts and ministerial students harassing me to join the Baptist church. I was nice about it for a few weeks and then I got ugly.

I went to my baseball coach and asked for his intervention while at the same time telling him I was considering filing a lawsuit and going to the newspapers. Coach Taliaferro told me to just ignore their bullshit; that he was a practicing Roman Catholic and when he first started working at the school the same groups harassed him. He put a statue of the Blessed Virgin in his office and began to carry a rosary with him everywhere he went. When approached he would tell them he would pray for them as they suffered in their erroneous religion. Coach's brother is a state senator and when the president of the college called him into his office to complain about his aggressive Catholic stance, Coach very diplomatically informed the president that he was in a position to affect state funding to the college and to embarrass them publicly. Coach agreed that if the Bible thumpers would leave him alone, that he would do likewise. He also told me that it was his skill that brought SBNG its titles and athletes, that before him the school was floundering on the verge of closing. Coach had been offered other jobs and only stayed because he enjoyed being able to have such an impact on students in a smaller school. Coach and I became friends and suddenly the Bible thumpers didn't bother me as much anymore.

After Christmas in my freshman year, I was faced with the prospect of a new roommate. When I returned to school after the Christmas break, I discovered that my roommate Randy had left school to do a tour of duty in the Peace Corps. I was told I'd get a replacement roommate who was transferring from another university in the second week of class. Randy had been a religion major, planning to become a Baptist pastor, and while he was an okay guy, we only got along because I wouldn't let him bait me. I did everything in my power to avoid spending time with him. The most time we were together was at night when we were sleeping in our separate beds. He was a nice guy, just deluded to the point of near insanity in my personal opinion.

I don't pray a lot but I found myself sending up silent prayers to the Almighty to preserve me from another Holy Roller or worse. At least I was able to change sides of the room to what had been Randy's bed and desk. My dorm room was on the third floor. The morning sun lit my bed brightly every morning while Randy's remained in shadow. Even worse, at night a fluorescent parking lot lamp post light beamed onto my bed. It made Randy's side of the room look even more pitch black because it robbed me of my night vision. This created a problem for me because if I wanted to masturbate, I was in a spotlight. Once he'd caught me jacking off in the middle of the night and had asked me to take it to the bathroom so he didn't have to watch. I'd never been one to masturbate for an audience and certainly not in front of that prude Randy. We had a few tense days and then everything was back to normal. 

I was told my new roommate would move in either Monday or Tuesday of the second week. On Monday, I had a crucifying day with a full array of morning classes and then the basketball team had to travel eighty miles to another college in Atlanta for a late afternoon game. We got back to campus at 7:30 PM and I decided to have a short workout before going back to my dorm room. The lights were on in the weight room and I heard voices. I figured it would be the usual evening group of weight lifters with whom I regularly worked out. We had a fairly decent relationship. On Tuesday and Thursday nights I worked at a local pizzeria across the street from the campus, also sometimes a few hours on Saturday and Sunday. I often worked out in my basketball uniform after games so it was no big deal for me to just walk into the weight room and start lifting. I didn't really pay attention to the other guys in the room as I went directly to a corner alcove where a leg lift machine was located. I had my earphones on listening to music. From the leg lifts, I walked over to a weight bench, set my level, and lay down to press. I didn't try to press hundreds of pounds, just 120 because I was not interested in developing Mr. Universe muscles, only in keeping my wiry tone.  

Suddenly, I felt, more than saw, a shadow over me and a voice said, "Can I spot you, dude? Then you can return the favor for me, if you will."

My heart jumped. I immediately recognized Joe Tom Aronoff's deep voice. I looked up to see his gorgeous face smiling down at me. I started to sit up but he pushed me back down.

"Talk to me and do your lifting, Marc. Since when did you start working out like a demon? These guys here tell me you practically live in the weight room."

I grinned up at him. "Well, it's like this. Lifting weights beats the hell out of dealing with a pain in the ass roommate."

Joe Tom laughed. "I wonder if the athletic staff ever considered using that as a method to get students to work out more."

"Around here, it's de rigueur. So what brings you here to our great university?" I said sarcastically. "Surely, it is not an improvement over where you came from. Speaking of which, where DID you come from, man?"

Joe Tom animatedly began to tell me about transferring from Auburn University over a dustup with a dean and some kids he swore were anti-Semitic. He began to relay the details and I looked up at him as he talked. I also got the view of my life looking up his shorts. He was wearing loose athletic shorts that barely covered his ass cheeks, shorts that had a thin net inner pouch to keep the family jewels intact. The net was so thin I could see Joe Tom's cock head and nut sack hanging loosely. His crotch hair poked through the net wildly. Joe Tom's hairy legs pressed into my shoulders as he spotted for me. I suddenly realized that Joe Tom was asking me a question. I was mesmerized by his cock head which I was certain was increasing in size. I jerked myself back to reality, reminding myself that this was the guy who laughed about feeding queers to alligators. 

"So, which dorm floor are you on, Marc?" he was asking.

"Third; and you?"

"Sweet, dude, I'm on the same floor. Maybe we can hang out together sometime." 

We switched places and I began to spot for him. The difference in weight was significant. Joe Tom was lifting 350 pounds and really needed a spotter. I looked down at his beautiful body wanting to lick those hairy armpits as he lifted the weight bar. He continued to chat with me about his studies. I hadn't realized Joe Tom was also science and math oriented and had plans to major in aeronautical engineering. At the same time he was hoping he could do well enough in college football to play professionally for the NFL. As we talked, I told him my concerns about professional football players who play for a few seasons -- if they are lucky to last that long -- and then suffer with physical ailments until they die. 

"You sound like an old woman, Marc! Where's the adventurer I knew in high school?"

"We'll see who the old woman is when you're walking with a cane with your steel hips, kneecaps, and elbows and your dick doesn't work anymore from all of the steroids you'll end up taking. Plus, you'll hardly know what's going on because you will have suffered so many concussions that your brain will be fried."

Joe Tom chuckled. "I'll be rich enough to hire you to take care of me. I'm ready to call it a day. You ready to go back to the dorm?"

"Yeah, I'm tired and ready to take a shower and hit the sack. I've got a chemistry test in the morning so I need to get some rest. Oh and when was I ever a fucking adventurer, Joe Tom? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

We laughed and joked around as we walked across campus to the men's dorm. We took the elevator to the third floor and headed to our rooms. When I stopped at my door, Joe Tom burst out laughing.

"You dork! I'm your new roommate! Didn't they tell you the name of your new roommate?"

I was surprised. "Hell no, they didn't tell me a goddamn thing about the new roommate, only that you were coming either today or tomorrow."

We went inside. Joe Tom's things were all over the room. From the mess, it looked like we'd been burglarized.

"We don't have a room service, Joe Tom. And don't go thinking I'm the maid."

"What's the problem?!"

He gave me this innocent babe in the woods look and walked toward the bathroom.

"I've gotta take a shit. Okay if I do that and then take a shower or do you want to shower while I shit?" Joe Tom looked at me with his eyebrows raised high.

"Frankly, I'd rather you do your business and shower, then I'll shower after you. Put the suction fan on, dude. I don't really want to take a shower in eau de shit."

He laughed and I went to my desk to do homework.

I was still working at the desk when Joe Tom came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I sucked in a deep breath. If anything, he was even more handsome than I remembered him from junior year. He'd developed more muscle and his chest hair was more pronounced and covered a broader swath. The hair on his legs was a bit longer and thicker. I could see he was definitely developing into a man who was going to be a major bear hunk. For some reason, I just could not watch him remove his towel and swagger around the room naked so I almost ran into the bathroom. I took my shower and jacked off thinking about Joe Tom. When I came back into our bedroom, Joe Tom was asleep in his bed. I could hear his soft steady breathing. He was totally covered with a sheet and facing the wall so all I could see was the back of his head and one gorgeous foot hanging off the edge of his bed. I went to bed and dreamed of Joe Tom.




Joe Tom



I awoke to the sound of the shower. I rolled over and looked at the clock -- 6:30 AM. I groaned. Tuesday was one of my two mornings when my first class was not until 9:00 AM and I had to work tonight at Lecky's Pizzeria. Randy had annoyed me with his self-righteousness but at least the lazy boy had never taken a class that met before 11:00 AM and he could get damned grumpy if awakened before 10:00 AM. I got up and staggered to the bathroom to piss. As I opened the door I could see through the glass shower panel Joe Tom's arm making the classic dick jacking moves and I could hear him grunting as he ejaculated. So he had loud orgasms. Nice to know. He jerked back against the wall when he heard the door. 

"Sorry to interrupt your jack off session, man," I said. "I just need to piss like a racehorse and I'll leave and let you finish."

Joe Tom giggled nervously. It's okay, dude. I just finished."

I dropped my shorts and began to pee in the toilet. Suddenly, the glass door slid back.

"Could you hand me my towel?" Joe Tom asked. "And don't use the hand you are pissing with!" He rolled his eyes dramatically.

I got his towel and turned to give it to him still peeing. I caught him staring at my pissing cock.

"You want to go to breakfast with me, Marc? I don't know a goddamned soul here."

He was drying his hair and his head was covered with his towel. I stared at that fantastic body and fought falling to my knees to suck that beautiful cock of his. I just wanted to rub my face in his mass of blue black pubic hair.

"What? Jacking off in the showers gives you a big appetite, boy?" I grinned mischievously at him.

Suddenly he whipped his wet towel against my bare ass. It stung like a motherfucker.

"Goddamn, dude!" I yelled. "That fucking hurt!" I playfully punched him the shoulder with my fist.

Suddenly, we were just pushing each other around naked. Joe Tom grabbed my left hand at the wrist and held it in a vise tight grip.

"Don't touch me with this hand, jackass! I just showered! I don't want your piss on my clean body!" He was giggling and laughing as he pushed me into the shower. "Wash your ass, boy! Let's go eat!"

Suddenly, I spotted what was obviously his cum dripping down the shower wall. 

"Okay, smart ass! Go get your lily white ass in clothes and I'll shower. And close the door; there's a draft and I don't want to freeze my fucking nuts off."

"Your nuts are so tiny they wouldn't know," Joe Tom snickered.

"Really, man, I don't remember you on your knees down there examining them closely enough to form an expert opinion on the size of my nuts." I closed the shower door.

Joe Tom closed the bathroom door and I could hear him opening drawers. I quickly dropped to my knees and licked his cum off the wall. I could see more on the bottom of the tub and I knelt and licked it up. I was surprised at such a huge load. His cum was thick and had a sweet flavor. I rolled it on my tongue savoring the taste before finally swallowing it. Oh yeah, I was in heaven. I knew my straight dream man would never let me suck directly from the source but he'd just provided me with what I'd fantasized about for two years. I turned on the shower and quickly bathed. Coming out into the bedroom I could see Joe Tom already dressed in blue jeans and a checkered flannel shirt wearing what looked like high top boots for horse riding English style.

"Are we going riding this morning, Heathcliff?" I gave an exaggerated glance up and down his body. "Where's your riding crop?"

He threw one of his bed pillows at me and hit me squarely in the face.

"Get dressed, jerk, so I don't have to look at your ugly naked man body. I want to eat without throwing it up at the table."

"Fuck you, Sir Lawrence! You're going to throw up anyway because the cafeteria's breakfast is strictly shit on a shingle unless you just eat plain toast. And that's stale half the time. Be smart and just eat some kind of fruit like I do."

Joe Tom threw his top bed sheet over my head almost covering me.

"I'm sure you're an expert on the fruit part!" he laughed and suddenly I felt him grab me enclosed in the sheet and start to rub his knuckles hard into my scalp. Then he sat me down on my bed, still blinded by his sheet.

"Okay, ghost, you've got two minutes to get dressed. I'm going down to my car. I forgot to bring my notebook and pencils to the room and I need to get them out of the trunk."

As I pulled the sheet off my head, he was exiting the room. I quickly dressed, gathered my materials for my first class, and was sitting on our couch watching CNN when he returned. He was carrying a cardboard box from which I could see a notebook paper, composition books, and other supplies protruding. He pulled out a nice notebook that had a glossy world map encompassing its outside covers with a zippered closure. Really nice. I snatched it.

"What do we have here?!" I teased. "Did Tommy's mummy dearest go buy her little boy a new notebook for the first day of school?"

He laughed. "Don't make me beat your skinny ass this early in the morning, dickhead. Quit fucking around with the Chicken Noodle News and let's get the hell out of here."

I gathered my things under my arm after turning the television off. Just before we were to leave the room I turned to him.

"A word of advice, Joe Tom, if I may so humbly offer it -- I don't know if you've read the campus bible yet but watch it with the cursing in public around here. Half the students here are studying to be ministers and most of the other half's polishing their sainthood halos. If a righteous one hears you cursing you can count on a dressing down in the dean's office. That prick'll call your parents to have them remind you that this is a religious school."

"You have GOT to be shitting me here, dude! Are you for real?" Joe Tom's eyes were bulging. "What happened to the first amendment on this campus?"

"No, I'm not shitting you, Tommy boy. I'm serious as a heart attack. Get called to the dean's office for moral infractions more than a couple of times and your ass is out of here. You'll need a lawyer to get a copy of your fucking transcript."

"How can they get away with that kind of bullshit?" Joe Tom was getting the same look on his face that I had seen when someone impugned Jews.

"Simple. This is a school owned by the Baptist church. Their attitude is that if you come here then you play by their rules. If you don't like them, then you're more than welcome to go somewhere else. In fact, they'd rather that you DO go somewhere else if you don't want to adhere to their rules. And while we're on the subject, you do know that they will TOTALLY fuck you over if you miss chapel. They'll be fining your ass and doubling the fine for each successive failure to attend, right?"

Joe Tom struck his fist into the wall so hard I was relieved this building was constructed with cement blocks.

"GODDAMN IT!!! GODDAMN IT!!! GODDAMN IT!!! GODDAMN IT!!! GODDAMN IT!!! GODDAMN IT!!! GODDAMN IT!!!" He was as angry as I have ever seen him. His eyes looked like blue ice on fire and his lips were curled in disgust.

"Calm down, Shakespeare. Maybe you've been on the football field too long already. You're starting to repeat yourself like a broken record. While I share your sentiment, you may find that you can actually deal with it. And there are a few teachers and students around here who are fellow Marxists."

"What the hell possessed you to come here, Marc? I don't recall you being predisposed to the Holy Roller way of life. In fact, if I remember correctly, your family is Episcopalian, right. I remember attending your grandmother's funeral at St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Albany."

I was surprised. I didn't realize Joe Tom knew my step-grandmother well enough to attend her funeral and I didn't recall seeing him there. We left the dorm room headed toward the cafeteria which was located on the second floor of the student center building in the middle of the campus. 

"I didn't realize you knew my step-grandmother, Joe Tom. I don't remember seeing you at the funeral."

"Oh, yeah, my mom was a friend of hers from when they were elementary school students. They graduated high school together and then Arlene married some guy in the Army and they moved to New York. He got killed in the Vietnam War and Arlene just stayed in New York because by that time she'd been with the postal service for too long to quit but she and Mom wrote and phoned each other all through the years. And, yes, I was at the funeral. I remember seeing you there. You are too fucking tall to miss, dude, like fucking Lurch or something." He laughed.

We were almost at the student center.

I still couldn't believe I hadn't seen Joe Tom at the funeral. He's so tall and looks like Sir Galahad. No one can miss him, it's just not possible. I tried to think back but I just couldn't recall him or his parents, both of whom I'd met a few times when they came to sports events at the school.

"And you never mentioned this to me while we were at Albany High either," I said to him, looking directly into his eyes.

He grunted. "Well, as I recall our time at Albany High, you treated me like I was a leper or something that totally repulsed you. I tried to talk to you a few times and you always froze me out like I was insulting you. I figured didn't like me. Maybe you don't like Southerners or because I'm a Jew. I know for a fact that I NEVER did a goddamn thing to hurt you in any way."

"Sorry, man, I just didn't feel comfortable in Albany. I'm the one who thought everyone hated me."

We just looked at each other. Too much time wasted.

A fat girl walking past us swiveled her head at us like Linda Blair in 'The Exorcist'. She marched off quickly like a huge bag of potatoes rolling a sack. We looked at her retreating from us.

"I guess I'm due for my first visit to the moral police," Joe Tom groaned. "My Dad will fucking kill me if they call him."

I could see Joe Tom was really concerned about his father getting a call from the dean. I quickly deduced that there was more here than met the eye. Maybe Joe Tom didn't have the best of relationships with his family. I'd always thought his parents adored him but maybe not. Truth is, I didn't really know anything at all about Joe Tom's family. Did he have siblings? What was his home life really like? Were his parents observant Jews? I knew there were a couple of Jewish temples in Albany because when the cross was burned on Joe Tom's front lawn the temples had been mentioned in the newspaper. But had Joe Tom and his family attended one of them regularly? I realized just how little I knew about the boy I was coming to adore.

"Don't worry about it, Joe Tom. If you get called in, I'll go with you and we'll insist she's lying because you rejected her flirting with you." Joe Tom's eyebrows lifted as he looked at me. "Trust me, man. You can't keep using this excuse no matter how good looking you are but it'll work this one time. Trust me."

He laughed. "I take it you know her." He looked at me searchingly, obviously amused.

"Oh yeah, I know Rebecca Knowles very well. When I first started attending chapel, I got called on the carpet because Rebecca saw me doing my homework in the pew instead of listening. I got fined as if I hadn't attended chapel at all on that day. Rebecca and I were in chemistry together and she actually had the nerve to brag to me in lab that she was the one who reported me. I wanted to smash her fat face in but I got my revenge later. And I'd just love tell the dean him how she made an improper pass at you."

We went through the cafeteria line. Joe Tom followed my lead and got toast with jelly and an apple and an orange. We sat at a table by a window.

"So how did you get your revenge?"

I lowered my voice. "We had a major semester experiment in chemistry lab that counted as one third of our final grade. A week before the semester ended I sabotaged her experiment. Even though she cheated like hell, she was still barely passing because of her exam grades. So she failed the class."

Joe Tom whistled. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

"I'll admit it was nasty but then this place is nasty. It's like existing with the thought police and you're charged as guilty whether you're innocent or not."

Joe Tom snorted. "Why ARE you here anyway? I never envisioned you as the type to put up with all this crap." 

"Not all of us come from rich families, Prince Tommy. I'm here because my family's flat broke and the only way I could attend college is with a scholarship. The only full scholarship I got offered was from here so we poor white trash just have to suck it up and take what they dish out."

I knew Joe Tom could detect my bitterness in my joking banter.

He looked at me with what I could see was genuine concern in his eyes. "Your family lives in one of the nicest houses in Albany. Your father's an engineer on the base and your mom's a nurse at the hospital. You have a brother at UCLA and a sister at Columbia. I'm sorry. I didn't know."

I looked at the clock. It was ten minutes before eight.

Saved by the bell, I thought. "You're going to be late for your first class, Einstein. I'm sure the professors are already thinking of ways to punish you for coming to class a week late. Don't compound the error by being tardy your first day."

Joe Tom grinned and stood up. "I love you too, sweetheart. Don't forget to feed the dog." He walked away.

I watched him saunter away, his sexy ass cheeks bouncing in his jeans. I felt my cock start to chub up looking at his ass and remembered the delicious taste of his cum this morning. I wondered how I was going to manage to get more of his sweet juice. Even in the heated passion of my sexual desire I was not likely to get many repeats of this morning's luck. I'd just knocked him off his pins this morning. He'd not expected me to walk in when he was in the midst of shooting his load out.

I attended my classes and returned to the dorm room a few minutes after two in the afternoon. Joe Tom was not in the room but I could tell he had been there. His clothes were in a pile on the floor by his bed and I remember he had said he had a late basketball gym class. I walked over to the pile of clothes and decided that, what the hell, why shouldn't I just be a total pervert? I picked up his socks and sniffed them. They were slightly musty as if he had sweated in his shoes lightly but they primarily smelled of new shoes. I looked at his shoes and they were obviously new. I picked up his V-necked T-shirt. It smelled of detergent and Right Guard. Then I picked up his boxer briefs and found my reward. A couple of black pubic hairs were stuck to the inside of the crotch and there was a faint scent of him.

My cock was about to explode and I decided to jack off before going to work. I'd be miserable all night with my cock continually getting erections. I grabbed Joe Tom's boxers, pulled my pants down to my knees and fell back across my bed. I started to jack off in a mad frenzy with Joe Tom's boxers over my nose and in my mouth. I sucked his pubic hairs into my mouth. I felt the juices boiling in my crotch and I blew the most incredible load I'd shot off in ages. Globs hit the wall behind my head and spurted all over my shirt and crotch. My pubic hair was drenched in my juice.

Suddenly, I heard Joe Tom's voice outside our door. He was talking with some guy down the hall. Crazed, I threw his boxer briefs back to his pile of clothes. My pants were still around my ankles as he walked in. Red faced, I looked into Joe Tom's grinning face.

"I can see I caught you with your pants down, dude," he laughed. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Joe Tom smirked with a sexy 'I know what you were doing' smile. He walked closer to me, then I saw him looking at my shirt, the wall, and my dripping cock almost all at once.

"I did! I did!"

He sounded exactly like the cartoon character Tweety Bird when he caught the cat Sylvester pulling some stunt.

If it's possible, I know that my face got even redder, maybe purple in my humiliation.

Joe Tom reached over, pulled some Kleenex out of the box on his desk and said, "Clean your cum up, Marc, and get over yourself. I just cannot fucking believe you're so embarrassed and proper acting after that performance you gave this morning when you caught me blowing my wad all over the shower wall. Masturbation is just something guys do all the time, just like we eat, piss, shit, fart, and breathe. Masturbation is just the most fun of the things we can do."

Joe Tom was wearing an A shirt and gym shorts with the school logo. I could tell he'd sweated and dried down. He sat on the couch, picked up the remote, and turned on the television flipping from station to station.

"Do we have a DVD player, Marc?" he asked. "There's not shit on TV and it would be nice to watch some porn while you're gone and whack my dick off."

I stripped naked and was standing in front of him heading toward the shower.

"You are joking, right? A baseball scholarship to Inquisition U does not include DVD players or VCR's and goddamn for sure does not include porn flicks." I deliberately stood naked in front of him, not two feet from his face. For some reason, I wanted to flaunt my sexuality in front of him. He'd caught me masturbating and had commented about my ejaculate dripping from my dick. I'd not used the tissue he'd given to me and my cock still had sticky liquid at the piss slit. I saw him glance at my dick and swallow.

"For sure, dude? This really sucks out loud. I have got to rectify THIS problem."

"Well, be sure that you get a locking file cabinet or trunk for your porn. I have a suspicion that our RA checks our rooms like the Gestapo and reports if he finds any contraband." I turned and walked into the bathroom to his laughing like a hyena at the absurdity of the situation.

I came out of the bathroom and walked naked to my chest of drawers to get clean clothes. I was aware in my peripheral vision that Joe Tom was watching me. Then he said that he was going to take a shower now and stripped naked. He then bent over from the waist to untie his tennis shoes and take off his socks -- opening his hairy ass crack to reveal the most beautiful pink rosebud ass hole imaginable. I sucked in my breath as if I had been underwater for several minutes and needed air. I wanted desperately to fall to my knees and start eating his ass out. He stood, looked back at me with a sexy grin, and walked away from me to the shower -- all the while his hairy ass muscles bouncing and calling to me, "Come lick me. Come lick me." I went to work in a confused mood -- happy to be near the man I adored and to see him naked and yet depressed because it was like looking at a strawberry ice cream cone behind a glass window. You want to eat it so bad the spit is welling up in your mouth but you cannot get to it, only look at it. As I waited for the light to cross the street to the pizzeria, I toyed with the idea of throwing myself under a passing transfer truck and ending my sweet misery. But I'd have to do it after work. Lecky's was going to be busy.

END OF CHAPTER ONE