Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2012 09:51:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Vincent Salerno <v_salerno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Working my way thru college/ Virgil Beauregard

			     Virgil Beauregard

The following year while at school in Louisiana, I took a furnished room in
a big old southern house owned by an old widow who was taking in boarders
to supplement her income.  The widow had a bachelor son, Virgil Beauregard,
who was always referred to by both his first and middle names.  He was a
very tall guy, at least 6'4" or 6'5", kinda gawky with a hangdog plain face
and enormous hands and feet.  He appeared to be about 40 years old, and
spoke in a heavy drawl, much more pronounced than most people in the area.
Perhaps the family had moved to Baton Rouge from another part of the south.

I was busy with school and other activities and paid little attention to my
new landlady and her son.  VB did seem extra friendly toward me, but I just
chalked that up to the superficial southern friendliness that I had become
accustomed to during the previous two years.

But one Saturday night about two weeks after I had moved in, I was awakened
from a sound sleep.  As I gradually came to consciousness I realized that
someone was in my room.  Sitting on my bed!  I bolted up, adrenaline
pumping.  It was Virgil Beauregard, drunk as a skunk.  He was whispering in
a loud drunken stage whisper and pawing me.

"Tony, Tony, don' be 'fraid, it's jes me, VB.  Ah'm drunk, yeah, ah really
am.  Ah jes thot we could fool around a lil, whattaya say?"

"Get outta here!  Get the fuck outta here!"  There was fear, and alarm in
my voice.

"Shhh, shhh.  Quiet, quiet, Tony, not so loud, cummon.  Momma is 'bout deaf
anyway, but you're really hollerin'."

As he spoke his big hands moved up and down my chest, leg and came to rest
on my pajama covered genitals.

Now I had not had any kind of sex in a long time, and it wasn't easy to
turn down the ministrations of this big, anxious- to-please oaf, who had by
now extracted my dick from my pjs and was expertly manipulating it up to
full erection.

I continued to protest, but more weakly, as I realized that this man was
very gentle, and really very drunk.  Despite his enormous size, I felt
confident that I could overpower him easily.

"Aww. cummon Tony.  Les play a lil. Ahl take out ma dick and lie here nex
to you, and ahl suck on your dick a lil bit and we'll have a good
time. Okay, Tony?"

"No, no," I protested quietly, not moving Virgil's hand.

"Cummon, honey, you're hard now, you're really up hard.  My lips will feel
beautiful around this dick of yours."

Summoning all the strength and will power at my command, I removed Virgil's
huge hand from my cock, and pushed the big limp body off the bed.  VB
landed on the floor with a loud thump.

"Now you better get out of here now!" I ordered.

"Okay, okay, ahm goin'."

Virgil awkwardly pulled himself up and out of the room.

I lay on my bed, wide awake now, heart beating fast and loud, cock pointing
to the ceiling.  I jerked off furiously, coming all over Mrs. Webster's
clean stiff sheets.  Then I got up, quietly packed my few belongings into
my suitcase, and slipped out of the house. I checked into a hotel for the
night and in the morning I called Mrs. Webster and told her that I would be
moving out.  I had to leave Baton Rouge for a while, I explained, because I
was called in the middle of the night by a relative concerning a family
emergency.

"Oh my, this is a surprise," said the nice old lady.  "I'm gettin' so deaf
I never even heard the phone ring."