Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 12:52:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Take Notice <notice.take@yahoo.com>
Subject: G; 'Southern Hospitality Part 2' {Rodney Jake} (M MM 1st anal ws bear coll fat hair) [1! ]

The next few days went similarly.  We had a week before classes started,
and mostly just hung around the dorm room with each other.  Drinking and
messing around.  Andrew was a good guy, but could be aggressive.  He made
fun of me for my size, my Northern background, my lack of a girlfriend.
But he was also nice.  He was great with computers and offered to get
mine running at max speed by running a couple antivirus programs.  I hung
out, eating some pizza we had ordered, while he played with my computer.
He spent two hours doing it.  I could see a smile on his face.  I thought
to myself Maybe he is a good guy.  He's certainly getting a kick out of
helping me now.

He handed my computer back to me when he finished, "Should be all set."
He poured me a glass of Whiskey and handed it to me, then took a long
swig from the bottle. We hung out drinking for a few more hours, and I
was pretty hammered by the time our night was winding down.  Andrew sat
in his bed against the wall, his hand lambently rubbing his crotch inside
his sweatpants.  I looked at his crotch as he rubbed it.   I didn't
realize he was looking at me when he said suddenly, "What kind of porn
you watch?"

I looked into his eyes, nervously, and drunkenly managed to say "you
know.  Whatever.  I like blond chicks.  Some lesbian porn."

"Really?" He said with a smirk on his face.  My stomach dipped, wondering
suddenly how much he knew about computers that I didn't.  "Cuz I checked
your history, and I didn't realize Daddy Tube had lesbian porn."

My heart dropped in my chest.  I drunkenly tried to make an excuse,
knowing he had seen it in my history or temporary files somehow.  "Oh
that was just a joke.  I?  ummm?. went there as a joke."

"Wow, Kyle.  You must be a funny guy, because according to you're
history, you joke around a lot.  Apparently, every night for the last
four months your history shows at least."  I looked down at the floor
silent.  "So does that mean you're done staring at my cock now?  A second
ago you couldn't get your eyes off it."   This just kept getting worse
and worse.   First week at college in the deep south and I'm about to get
outed.

All I could say was "Is this why you wanted to look at my computer."

He laughed, "I just needed to know what I was dealing with.  After you
jerked off with me the other night, I figured something was up.  By the
way, where'd you rub your cum?  Did you sleep in it or something?"  My
face turned red.  "Jesus christ, what a faggot.  haha  Don't worry too
much.  I wiped mine on the shirt you wore that night."  He started
laughing even louder now.  I couldn't believe he knew I had jerked off
too, and still used my shirt as a cum rag.  "Which you know of course,
since it's balled up in your dresser right now.  He walked over and
pulled out the shirt, now crusty with the massive load of semen he had
cleaned off with it.   He tossed it to me.  "Put it on bitch."  He walked
over to the door and locked it.