Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2008 21:27:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Arbour <markarbour2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chronicles of an Academic Predator - Chapter 34

	Before you read this story, there are a few things you should consider:

1. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between men.  In some cases,
these depictions may get kinky, and include borderline S&M.

2. It is set in the early 1960s, an era before the Civil Rights Act of 1964
when segregation and discrimination were the norm.  African Americans were
referred to as Negroes or Coloreds, although the "N" word was offensive
then as it is now.  I have retained the language of the era because it
reminds me how far we have come on race relations.

3. Be aware that the effects of inflation have been profound.  A good rule
of thumb is to consider that $1 in 1962 is probably similar to $10 in 2008.
So just add a zero at the end of any number.

4. Some authors are good enough to create a mood through their words.  I
need help, so I'll be posted recommended musical selections throughout the
story.



CHAPTER 34

Musical Recommendation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8ImHPWPYN0
"Cathy's Clown" by The Everly Brothers

February 26, 1963

	I hadn't slept all night.  I left Jason a note that said I wasn't
feeling well and I wouldn't be going to campus today.  I had Andre's
letters spread out all over my bed, rebuilding his secret life in as much
detail as possible.

	Still, the first letter I read last night was the worst.  There
were several like it, stretching back for over a year.  And none had a
signature, but the handwriting was unmistakable.  The handwriting belonged
to my mother.

	It seems that at some point along the way she'd ceased to be a
surrogate mother to Andre, and they'd taken the opportunity on our visits
back to Claremont to fuck.  And on the few occasions when my parents had
come to visit Princeton, they'd found a chance to shack up there as well.
It seems the last encounter between them had been over Spring Break, on the
day I'd gone to Columbus with my father.  I remembered their flushed faces
at dinner and how I thought it was because they'd been riding.  What
bullshit that was.

	I tried to be mad at Andre, but I couldn't.  I loved him too much.
What's more, as soon as he and I became an item he obviously broke it off
with my mother.  Still, he had cuckolded my father, so I should be pissed
about that, but with the way I felt about my father lately, it just made me
smile.  Then there was my mother.  What a slut she was.  First I find out
I'm a bastard because she fucked Bill Hendrickson, then I find out that she
fucked my boyfriend too.  Who else had she done?  I wondered which one of
us had been with more men, and that thought made me actually chuckle to
myself.

	No wonder she'd acted so strangely when Andre had been killed.  No
wonder she had been so shocked by my admission that we were lovers.  That
must have quite a blow, to think that she'd been dumped in favor of her
son.

	I was so frustrated by the flow of emotions.  I wanted to be mad at
Andre but I couldn't because, well, because he was dead and gone and I
knew, deep down, I didn't want to soil his memory, and our memories.  I
wanted to be mad at my mother, and I was, but the fact that she had fucked
over my father was also rather pleasant.  I roiled it over and over in my
mind, and every path I took seemed to take me back into the same conundrum.
It was too confusing.  And too painful.

	Jeff! Oh my god!  What if she decided to fuck him?  We didn't have
a monogamous arrangement, so technically we were free to screw whoever we
wanted.  Would he fuck my mother?  If she came on to him earnestly?
Probably not.  But what if she did?  And what if he succumbed?  Would I be
able to forgive him?  Probably not.  At least with Andre, as soon as we
were together he cut it off with her.  That much was apparent from her
letters, practically begging him to come back to Claremont on leave.  No
wonder he'd chosen to just stay here with me in Chicago.  That thought made
me smile.  But Jeff and I were an item now.  If he fucked her, it would
technically be OK, but on the moral scale, it would be a massive
transgression.

	I shifted my thoughts back to Andre.  I had beat out my own mother,
vagina and all, for his love.  What a twisted way to think.  Still, there
was some small satisfaction in it nonetheless.

	Back to Jeff.  I could either warn him, or let him handle it
himself.  If I didn't warn him, I might be setting him up for a fall.  He
was 18 and I knew how his hormones raged.  That thought made me smile.
Hell, I'm 27 and I can't manage to keep strange dicks out of my mouth.  If
I did warn him, he'd know about my mother, and it would make living around
her more difficult.  What if the knowledge that she was easy made him want
to fuck her?  I chided myself.  Jeff was better than that.  But wouldn't I
want to know?

	I looked at the other letters.  One was to me, a brief letter he
started and must have planned to send next time he could find another
"Fritz" to carry it.


Dear JP,

	God it sucks here.  Things are miserable.  These poor people are
being uprooted and relocated, and it makes them hate their government and,
by extension, hate us as well.  The Viet Cong couldn't have asked for an
easier task, integrating and co-opting these peasants.

	The only thing that keeps me going is looking forward to being with
you again.  It's so much more than just the sex JP.  You are part of me,
and when I'm with you, I feel whole.  When I'm away, I am only half a man.

	Then it ended.  Apparently he planned to write more later, but
didn't have a chance.  I allowed myself to cry, really cry, yet again for
Andre.  What a tragedy his death was.  I finally grappled with my feelings,
curbed them, and moved onto the next letter, which had yet another
bombshell.  This one was in French.

Dear Andre,

	I am so sorry for what my father and brothers did to you.  I tried
to stop them, but what could I, a mere woman, do against their force?  My
heart bleeds when I think of the pain I caused you.  Our time together was
magical, more so than you probably know.

	After you left, I discovered that our liaison had borne fruit, and
that I am pregnant.  I am so frightened, I don't know what to do.  When my
parents find out they will probably marry me off quickly to some village
yokel.  I guess my dream would be to have you come sweep me off my feet and
take me away from here.  The only other option is to go to a local lady I
know and get an abortion.  Then, of course, I would be damned to hell
forever.

	Please help me.  Even if you can't rescue me, at least talk to me,
counsel me.  I feel so alone and so afraid.

Isidore.

	Holy shit.  So Andre had knocked up Isidore when we were in Paris.
That was back in June.  She'd be close to giving birth now, if she kept the
baby.  There was an address on the envelope.  The postmark was hard to
read, but it looked like it was dated sometime in August.  I wonder what
Andre had said to her?  I wonder what she had done?

	It was so much, too much, to process.  Andre was a daddy.  Maybe.
If so, the money he left me should be used for the child.  But what if
Isidore had married?  Would her new husband be aware that the child was not
his?  Would he mistreat the poor baby?  And my mother was still a slut, and
Jeff was a potential victim to her perverted drives.  And Andre had loved
me so very much.  I cried myself to sleep, not knowing what to do, and not
having any clear idea on how to proceed.

	I woke up around 4pm, and headed to the phone.  I called home.  No,
that's not right.  This is home.  I called Claremont.  Vella answered.

	"Hi Vella, it's JP.  How are you?"  I feigned happiness.

	"JP, it's good to hear from you.  I'm fine.  Now did you call to
talk to me?"

	"No Vella, that's just an added bonus."  I heard her chuckle.
"Actually I called to talk to Jeff.  Is he around?"

	"Hang on, I'll go find him."  She didn't sound very enthusiastic.
I wonder if she suspected we were a couple.  Oh well, I couldn't think
about that now.  I had more than enough on my plate.

	"Hello?"  I heard Jeff say.  Vella hadn't told him that it was me,
obviously.

	"Hey Jeff, it's JP."

	"Hey JP!"  he said excitedly.  It made me so happy to hear him
sound so happy to hear from me.  "What's up?"

	"I was wondering if you had any plans for the weekend."

	"Nothing I can't break.  Why?"

	"I want you to meet me somewhere.  I need to talk to you."

	I heard him pause.  "Is there something wrong?  Did I do
something?"  I realized that I was freaking him out.

	"Jeff, I'm sorry.  There's something wrong, but it doesn't have to
do with you and me.  I just really need to be with you, to talk to you.  I
don't want to mess up your schedule or anything though."  I could feel his
relief.

	"Sure JP.  That sounds great."  I could tell that he was worried
about listening ears.

	"Why don't you meet me in Columbus on Friday night?  Will that
work?"

	"Sure.  Where?"

	I gave him the name of the hotel near the capital, and told him
that I'd meet him in the lobby at 7PM.

	After we hung up, I had an attack of nerves.  How much should I
share with him?  He was only 18.  Could I dump all of this on him?  Should
I?  And if we were going to be partners, shouldn't he know it all?  Were we
going to be partners?

	I went back to my room, put all the letters away carefully in the
case, and slid it into my nightstand.  Then I curled up, not quite in the
fetal position, but almost, and slept until the next morning.

Musical Recommendation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwbOp8mqD7g
"Love Me Do" by The Beattles

March 1, 1963

	I sat in the lobby of the hotel, room keys in hand, waiting for
Jeff.  I was early, which wasn't surprising.  With the winter weather and
drive times as a big variable, I planned it that way.  6:30PM. I had half
an hour.  I sat down and picked up one of the books I'd brought with me.  I
was engrossed in it when I realized there was someone standing in front of
me, staring at me.  It was my father.

	"JP.  I didn't expect to see you here.  What brings you to town?"
Same cold, formal demeanor.  I so desperately wanted to tell him I was here
to blow the governor.

	"Hi Dad," I said, not getting up.  "I'm meeting a friend."

	"Oh really?  Who?"

	"That's really none of your business," I said coldly, and saw the
words hit him like a fist.  He recovered quickly.

	"Are you coming home this weekend?"

	"No.  I'm only going to be here for a bit, and then I'm heading
home to Chicago."  He caught the reference to where home was, but didn't
seem to care.

	"Ah, well, I'll tell your mother you said hello," he said.  He
stood there waiting, as if he wanted to say something else, but in the end
he just turned and walked away.  I made sure he left so he wouldn't see
Jeff.  Fortunately, Jeff was a little late, so we dodged that bullet.

	He came up and gave me a masculine hug.  "Good to see you JP."

	"Good to see you too Jeff.  Come on, I've got a room."

	"You think I'm that easy?" he joked.

	"Yep," I said.  He just nodded and followed me.

	Once in the room he pulled me to him and held me tight.  I felt
tears running down my face, and I got so pissed at myself for being so
emotional.  But then, I'd already acknowledged that Jeff was through my
defenses, so why try to fight it?  He leaned down and kissed me gently, and
suddenly the need to be with him, to couple with him, was overwhelming.

	As usual, he sensed my need, and we both took off our clothes and
threw them around the room.  Doing that made it seem almost funny, and we
laughed as pants landed on the television, a shirt flew onto the lamp, etc.
Then he was on top of me, our bodies grinding together.  His huge strong
body almost crushed me and I loved the feeling of being under him, of being
so dominated by this huge muscle of a man.  I lifted my legs up to give him
access to my ass and he entered me gently, making love to me slowly.

	"God JP, I missed you so much.  It feels so good to be inside of
you again.  I live for this.  I live to be with you, to feel you wrapped
around me, to wrap myself around you."  He cooed these sentences into my
ear as he fucked me, driving me crazy like he always did.  He picked up his
pace and shot his load inside me.  I smiled.  He must have been saving up.
Then he did that thing I love so much.  He slid off of me and sucked me
while he probed my hole with his finger.  In no time at all I shot my load
down his throat.  He didn't miss a drop.

	Then came the best part, the afterglow, when he moved up and lay on
top of me snuggling up.  His heavy body was splayed across mine, pinning
me, and making me feel protected and secure.  I played with his hair.  Then
he moved up so that he was still lying on top of me, but his head was next
to mine his mouth right by my ear.

	"Tell me what's bothering you baby.  I want to help if I can."

	"Jeff, I know I can trust you, but I need to tell you about some
things that can't go anywhere.  Even if you end up hating me, I have to
have your word that it stays between us."  I could tell that I had offended
him.

	"I thought you knew you could trust me," he said, irritated.

	"Baby, I do, completely.  But this stuff is pretty big, so I need
you to understand that, OK?"  He seemed to get the gravity of the
situation.

	"You have my word."  And that was enough for me.  He was like a
Medieval Knight, and his word was his bond.

	"Fritz came to see Jason and I last weekend.  He stepped on a land
mine and got his leg blown off, as well as his balls and half his dick."

	"God, that's horrible." he said and held me tighter.

	"He brought me a packet with Andre's letters, all the
correspondence he'd saved."  I felt Jeff tense up at the mention of Andre.
I stroked his back.  "I love YOU," I said firmly, and that got me a smile.

	"There were letters in there from Andre's lovers.  Seems that one
of his lovers was my mother."  Jeff backed up and looked at me, a stunned
expression on his face.  I could see his mind shift gears when he realized
what this must have done to me.

	"How could he do that to you?"  he asked angrily.

	"Well, after we got together, he broke it off with her."  He calmed
down.  How could I ask him if she ever hit on him?  I couldn't.

	"So now that you know my mother is a total slut, don't go hitting
on her," I joked.

	"Andre picked you over her, and so would I, any day of the week."
I hugged him.  He made me feel so much better.  It was like he could heal
me.

	"Thanks.  And there's more."

	"More?  What, was he fucking your dad too?"  That made me laugh.

	"No, when we were in France he hooked up with a lady named Isidore.
There was a letter to him from her telling him that she was pregnant with
his child.  She mentioned that she might get married, or that she might
have an abortion.  She wanted him to come and whisk her away, but that
wasn't happening."

	"Wow.  No wonder you wanted to see me.  That's a lot of shit to
dump on one guy, even a strong guy like you."  That got him a smile.

	"Thanks Jeff.  So spring break is coming up.  Got any plans?"

	"Some of the guys are talking about going to Florida, but I'm not
into that.  I kind of thought I'd come to Chicago, if that's OK with you."

	"You don't have to ask.  My house is your house.  But I don't want
to stay in Chicago.  I want to go to France.  And I want you to go with
me."

	He looked at me, really stunned.  "I don't know JP.  That's gonna
be expensive.  And don't I need something to go there, a passport or visa?"

	"Money is not a problem.  I'm buying tickets and taking us there.
You'll need a passport, and you'll have to start working on that ASAP."

	"It sounds like fun, but I don't like taking your money."  he said
stubbornly.

	"Jeff, the only thing in my life that I don't have to worry about
is money, OK?  I need to meet with Isidore, and I don't want to do it
alone.  The last time we were there her father and brothers beat the shit
out of Andre."

	"Wow.  Okay, I'll go.  I'll work on getting my passport on Monday.
I never thought I'd actually be going to France.  That's pretty exciting."
It was funny to see him get excited about going overseas, but then
remembering that he should be somber because of the reason why.

	"We'll deal with Isidore, but the rest of the time we'll have a
blast.  Just don't tell Stefan or he'll want to go too."  He laughed at
that.

	"What, no threesome?"  I rolled my eyes at him.  He was such a
slut.

	"I want you all to myself."  And we made love again, and it was
just as awesome as the first time.

March 3, 1963

	We spent the next two days in bed, eating room service and having
sex.  What a smart idea it was to come here and see him.  It was so much
easier to deal with my problems with him there to lean on.  It dawned on me
that I'd been a loner all my life, and I didn't like it.  I liked having a
partner, I needed a partner.  Without one, I was like a boat adrift at sea.

	This morning it had been the same thing.  Room service breakfast,
then passionate sex.  I could get used to that.  I wasn't really ready for
the next challenge he threw at me, though.

	"JP, you said you have money of your own, and I know I should just
take that at face value.  I mean, it's your money, and I have no right to
pry.  You always respect my privacy, so I feel guilty trying to invade
yours.  But it makes me uncomfortable when you offer to pay for things.  I
mean, can you really afford it?"  So here I was at the abyss.  How much
could I tell him?  How much should I tell him?  I so wanted to unburden my
soul.  I so wanted that.  But could I?  Could I trust him with information
that could ruin my family?

	I decided to joke about it.  "So you want to know if it's worth
marrying me for my money?"  He wasn't amused.

	"I'm serious.  Don't treat me like a little kid."

	I felt like shit.  "I'm sorry Jeff.  I've got between $400 and
$500,000, not counting the condo and my stock in Crampton Construction."
He looked stunned.  It really was an awful lot of money.  "So is that a big
enough dowry?"

	Now he laughed.  "Yeah, that will work.  I'm sorry to pry, it's not
my place, but if it was like $1000 I would have felt really bad letting you
pay for my trip to France."

	"It's OK.  I love you, and I want to be with you, and you should
know what I'm bringing to the party.  It's no big deal."  I paused before I
continue.  "I want us to be a couple.  To be monogamous.  To live
together."

	"I want that too baby.  I want that more than anything," he said.

	"When we get there, when we're together like that, then I'll tell
you how I got all that money.  OK?"

	"OK.  More stories to look forward to."  You have no idea, I
thought.

March 21, 1963

	I sat in my office reading the paper.  Bobby Kennedy had ordered
that Alcatraz prison be closed.  Alcatraz had always loomed large as the
ultimate worse place to be sent, so it seemed weird that it was closing.
But apparently it just cost too much to run.  I was just about ready to
leave when there was a knock at my door.

	I got up and opened it to find Ted Bailey there.  He'd stopped by
twice since our initial encounter, both times shyly coming in, just like
today.  We both knew why he was there, and he seemed to get the fact that I
wanted to blow him as much as he wanted to be blown.

	"Hey Ted," I said, motioning him in as I locked the door.  "Nice to
see you."

	"I didn't know if you were busy, or if now was a good time to stop
by," he said, still shy.

	I walked up and rubbed his hardening crotch.  "It's always a good
time to see you," I said, pulling down his zipper.

	"Thanks.  You make me feel so good.  No one has ever blown me like
you."  His pants were down and his cock was out.  He sat on the couch and
pulled his pants completely off, allowing him to spread his legs.  I liked
that.  I liked to smell him, to nuzzle against his perineum.

	I went down on him with vigor, and really had him going.  Then I
stopped and moved down to his balls and licked them, which he really liked.
Then I moved lower, licking and nudging his perineum.  He really liked that
too.  I decided to expose him to something new.  I moved my mouth down to
his pucker and ran my tongue around his tight little hole.

	"Mmmmm," he moaned.  He really really liked that.  A lot.  I
started working his ass with my tongue, really lubing him up, really
getting him going.  His cock was leaking precum like a garden hose.

	"Ted, do you trust me?"  He looked nervous.

	"Uh, yeah," he said.

	"I want to show you something that will blow your mind, but to do
it I'll have to stick this finger in your ass," I said, holding up my index
finger.

	"I don't know," he said nervously.

	"If you relax, you'll love it.  If it hurts, I'll stop.  OK?"

	"OK," he said reluctantly.  I sucked on my finger to make sure it
was really lubed up, and then I took his tool in my mouth while I pushed
gently on his hole.  He was tight and resisting me, but as I got him more
and more excited, he loosened up.  Finally I was able to squeeze my finger
past his ring, where I stopped to let him get use to it.

	"Feels uncomfortable," he said.

	"Just relax and trust me," I told him.  Amazingly, he did, and I
pushed forward, probing for his spot.

	I went back to work on his cock and I could tell that he was
skeptical about my ability to deliver on my promise of extra bliss.  But
then I found that soft skin button and gently played with it.  I felt an
electric shock fly through his body, and his ass opened up around my
finger.  I played with a greater purpose; taking my mouth off his cock and
watching him squirm in ecstasy as I fingered him with a purpose.

	"Oh damn, feels amazing. Damn.  Damn.  Gonna cum.  Gonna cum," he
stuttered incoherently, and I took his cock back in my mouth and let him
explode.  He shot massive loads, but this was the biggest by any standard.
He came and came, twitching his body against my finger, totally letting go
to the pleasure I was giving him.  It was fucking hot as hell.

	When we were done, he lay there, unable to move.  I just smiled at
him.  Gradually, he got his senses back and pulled on his pants.

	"That was incredible," he said.  "I can't believe it.  I've never
cum like that before.  Never."

	"Does this mean I'll see you again," I asked coyly.

	"Bet on it," he said, and I watched him leave.  He sure had a cute
ass.

	I got home in a good mood.  Ted Bailey was hot, real hot.  Blowing
him was a lot of fun because he really enjoyed it.  And helping him explore
his body to find new switches to really get him going was just the end.  I
was glad I didn't have that monogamous agreement with Jeff.

	I heard noises from Jason's room so I wandered down to his door.  I
heard the smack of his belt, and I thought he must have Ronnie back.  Then
I heard a scream, but it was a different voice.  I gently pushed the
bedroom door open and wandered over to the bathroom.

	There, strung up by the cuffs, was Willie Jackson.  Willie was just
the opposite of Ronnie.  Ronnie was fat and round.  Willie was tall and
thin.  Ronnie had brown hair, Willie had reddish brown hair.  Ronnie was
hairy, Willie wasn't.  And Ronnie was ugly, while Willie was cute.

	Jason was standing there with his belt, ready to lay into Willie
again, while Ronnie stood to the side, stroking himself as he watched
Willie get whipped.  I walked in and interrupted Jason.

	"What's going on here?"  I asked.

	Jason leered at me.  "Me and Ronnie were going to teach Willie some
manners."  I looked at Willie, got in front of him.  Unlike Ronnie, he
wasn't enjoying this.  He was limp.  I looked up at him and he had fear in
his eyes.

	"Do you want to be here?"  I asked him.

	"Fuck no.  These bastards dragged me here to hang out, next thing I
know Ronnie, that fucker, grabs me and locks me up."

	I looked at Jason, who looked very subdued, and Ronnie, who didn't
care; he just had lust in his eyes.  "Let him go," I said to Jason.

	"No way," said Ronnie, defiantly.

	"Let him go," I said to Jason, "and then string this one up and
teach him some manners."  Ronnie's eyes glazed.  That's what he wanted
anyway.

	Jason let Willie go and I took him by the hand and led him back to
my room.  "You OK?" I asked him.

	"I don't know.  They only hit me once and I can take that."

	"Lie down on the bed and roll over," I said.  He did as he was
told.  There in front of me was his cute little ass with a welt over it.  I
gently rubbed it, and then put some lotion on it.  I felt him relax as I
did.  I couldn't help myself, though; I was still horny from Ted.  As I was
rubbing in the lotion I allowed my hand to brush down his crack, grazing
his hole.  I sat there for about ten minutes, rubbing the lotion in,
pretending to accidentally run down his crack.  When I went to get more
lotion, I noticed that he spread his legs wider to give me access.

	I kept spreading the lotion, getting bolder with my forays into his
crack, until I was rubbing my finger up and down over his hole.  He arched
his ass up to meet my strokes.  Then I played with his hole directly.  That
was the point where I definitely made the switch from compassionate
caregiver to crazed horny guy.

	I pressed my finger into his ass and he froze, tensing his ring.  I
pulled back and stroked his crack, then went back again.  After a number of
times, I finally got past his crack.  I got lucky and found his spot right
away and he humped back into my finger.

	"Ever been fucked Willie?"  I asked.

	"Nope.  But this feels good."  he said.

	"Good.  They were going to fuck you, you know," I said.

	"Yeah."

	I pushed two fingers in his ass.  "Did you want them too?"  I
asked.

	"Not like that," he said.

	I pushed in three fingers.  "Can I fuck you Willie?"

	"I don't know," he said.

	"I think you'll like it, and then if you deal with them, you'll be
able to handle it better," I said, pouring on the charm and bullshit.  God
I wanted to fuck his tight little ass.

	"I guess," he said and I moved quickly before he changed his mind.
I dropped my pants and kneeled behind him, lubing up my cock and lining it
up with his hole.  I pushed in but met resistance.

	"Ahhhh.  It hurts," he whined.

	"You have to relax," I said, and I tickled his sides.  He started
giggling and squirming, and I felt his hole relax.  Before he knew it, I
had thrust in.  I started pumping gently, making sure I nailed his
prostate.  Didn't take him long to get into it.

	I lay on his back while I fucked him and nuzzled into his neck,
talking to him huskily.  "You like that don't you Willie.  Feels fucking
awesome doesn't it?"

	"Yeah," he whimpered.

	"You wanted Ronnie to do this didn't you?"  He didn't answer me so
I stopped.  He tried to push against me but I wouldn't let him.

	"Tell me and I'll fuck you," I said.

	"Yeah, want Ronnie to fuck me," he said and I continued.  I turned
him over and saw his nice cock, a big one.  An eight incher but not too
fat.  I reached down and stroked it as I fucked him.

	"Feel good?"  I asked him.  He nodded.  I pulled out and greased up
his pole, then I mounted him.  I felt his long pole slide up my ass.  God
it felt good.

	"How's that Willie?"  I asked.

	"Good.  That's good too."  He began thrusting into me, thrusting
hard, while I stroked my cock frenetically.  I came first, spraying my load
all over him.  And a big load it was, all pent up from Ted.  I thought that
would gross him out but it just seemed to excite him more, and in no time
at all he blasted up my ass.

	I got up and grabbed a towel and wiped him down.  "Thanks for
saving me and for, uh, the great time," he said with a smile.  He was one
of those guys who were a dick when he was around his friend, Ronnie, but if
you got him alone he was great.

	"My pleasure," I said with a smile.  "Look Willie, you need to know
some things about Ronnie.  He is one fucked up man."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Well, he was abused as a kid, so he views sex as a power thing.
He doesn't make love, he fucks.  He likes to be tied up, and he likes to be
abused and fucked hard.  Quite frankly, he's a crappy lover."  He digested
this.

	I leaned over and kissed his lips, shocking the shit out of him.
Only briefly though, because he responded.  "You, on the other hand, are a
nice guy, and a great lover.  You're a lot of fun."  That got me a smile as
I boosted his ego.

	"Really?  You think so?"  he asked.

	"I know so.  I'm thinking maybe you can stop by once in awhile and
fuck me."  His eyes lit up.

	"That would be cool," he said.

	"You wanna go see Ronnie?"  I asked.  "He's probably ready for you
to spear him if you want."

	"Yeah, let's go see that sonuvabitch," he said, and we went back to
Jason's room.  We walked into the bathroom to find Jason fucking Ronnie
hard with his massive dick.  It amazed me how violently Jason pounded him,
and how turned on Ronnie got by it.  I walked up behind Jason and smacked
him on the ass with my hand, and strangely enough, that sent him over the
edge.  He blasted his load inside Ronnie's ass, with Ronnie twisting and
moaning like a little girl.  Then he pulled out and Willie stepped up, hard
again.

	"My turn now asshole," Willie said to Ronnie.  Ronnie turned around
to look at him and Willie kissed him roughly, and then drove his eight
inches up Ronnie's ass.  I looked at Ronnie's cock and it was twitching.
He was so keyed up, so excited, that he would blow at any moment.  I looked
down and noticed that I was hard as a rock again too, so I moved up behind
Willie.

	I rubbed his ass gently and then pushed my cock up to his hole.  As
he pulled out of Ronnie his ass drove onto my dick, which made him pause,
but he gamely went on.  Soon we had him in a sandwich, where Willie was
fucking Ronnie and getting fucked by me at the same time.  I stood still
and let him do all the work, deciding where he wanted the stimulation to
be.  I reached around and played with Willie's chest and his nipples.  I
felt him twitching in my hands, and around my cock, and then he blew his
wad, shot it straight into Ronnie's ass where it mixed with Jason's load.

	He pulled out of Ronnie and away from me, and I moved forward to
finish up inside Ronnie.  I drove into him hard, feeling the squishiness of
the other two guys' loads as I plunged in and out.  I felt myself getting
close so I reached around and stroked his cock.  Immediately he blew his
load all over the wall, while I shot mine into his ass to mix in with the
deposits left by Jason and Willie.  I grabbed a towel, wiped off, and left
them to their own devices.

	Jason came out a while later, looking very subdued, knowing that I
was pissed.  "Jason, no one comes here unless it's of their own free will.
Got it?  And you can use your torture chamber for Ronnie or anyone else you
meet, but not our students.  We clear?"

	"Yeah JP.  I got it."

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