Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2008 20:58:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Arbour <markarbour2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chronicles of an Academic Predator - Ch. 22

CHRONICLES OF AN ACADEMIC PREDATOR

	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 22

Musical Recommendation:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zAX5StHD6A
"Foolish Little Girl" by The Shirelles


October 12, 1962

	This drive was getting old.  It got even older when I realized I'd
have to do it at least three more times before the end of the year.  But a
promise was a promise, and this was a big deal in Claremont.  Homecoming
1962, the first game in our new, top drawer stadium.  Besides, all of this
was overshadowed by the fact that in a week I'd be on a plane bound for
Brussels and a long weekend with my boyfriend.

	The weather had definitely changed.  I was kind of worried that it
would snow and I'd get stuck in Ohio, but I put my faith in the weathermen.
Besides, if things got really bad I could probably try to fly back.  There
was no snow now, but it sure as hell was cold.  I cranked up the heater a
bit and vowed to get one of those new Corvettes with the hardtop.  The wind
noise alone was starting to get to me.

	The days were shorter so it was dark when I got into town, even
though I was there early.  Everyone was expecting me this time, so there
was no big surprise.  I got there in time for dinner, a wonderful affair,
with my parents and the Schluters, including Stefan.  I was still really
uncomfortable in his presence, but not nearly as uncomfortable as he was.
Tonto seemed oblivious.  She talked mostly about Billy and how she'd gone
to see him.  He was trying to work things out with Janice, and surprisingly
her visit seemed to help that along.  I'm not sure how that worked, or if
it was in fact true.  I'd have to wait to hear from Billy.  Stefan said
almost nothing.

	After the obligatory family time, I decided to go to Dino's for a
drink or two.  Jeff and Sammy were at practice and were required to hunker
down and rest tonight in preparation for tomorrow's game, so I was on my
own.  I got up to leave and excuse myself when Stefan stood up too.

	"I'm not feeling very well.  Would it be OK for JP to drop me off
at home?  If it's OK with JP that is?"  I didn't have much of a choice, but
I figured I'd be safe since Tonto would never allow us to be alone.

	"JP, would you mind?  I'd hate to get up and leave right after
eating," Tonto said, shocking the shit out of me.  I guess she decided I
wasn't such a predator after all.

	"No problem," I said, lying.  This was just terrific.  We strolled
out to my car and I noticed he was wearing the winter coat we'd bought in
Chicago.  "That coat keeping you warm?"  I asked as I got into the car,
trying to generate small talk and thus avoid the bigger issues.

	As soon as we drove away he started talking, just like I sensed he
would.  "JP, I'm so sorry that I didn't stand up for you that day in the
foyer.  I was so scared, and my survival instincts kicked in.  I figured
that someone like you with your unimpeachable reputation, could handle a
small scandal, but someone like me couldn't.  I'd probably be shipped back
to France."

	"That's a bunch of bullshit.  What you did was rat me out to save
your puny little ass.  I offered you a way out.  You could have come with
me to Chicago.  But no, you just turned on me.  I mean nothing to you."  I
thought I was over him, but the bitterness in my voice betrayed that.

	"You mean everything to me.  I'm miserable without you.  Why do you
think Tonto is so nice to you now?  Because I told her everything, took
responsibility for everything.  Showed her the pinky ring to prove it."  He
pulled it out of his pocket and placed it on the console of the car.
"We're here together because she trusts you, not me."

	"Stefan, when you blew me off, it's as if a switch turned off
inside me.  I cried, I sobbed, and when I was done my romantic feelings for
you were gone.  All I can offer you now is friendship, and that's going to
take a while to build back up."  I figured that I had to be honest with
him.

	He just sat there quietly as we drove up to the monstrosity.  He
got ready to leave, tears pouring down his face, when I stopped him and
hugged him.  At first he pushed me away, but then he just collapsed into my
arms and cried.  Before, when we'd had the big confrontation, I lost my
romantic feelings.  Now, holding him, feeling his pain, I lost my anger.

	He let go and got ready to leave.  I grabbed his arm gently.
"Stefan, I meant what I said.  I want to be your friend."  I picked up the
pinky ring and put it on my finger.  He smiled a little and leaned in and
kissed me, the kind of kiss that reminded me just how incredibly sexy he
was.

	I was glad to get to Dino's and have a drink.  On the one hand, I
seemed to keep having these crises whenever I came home.  On the other
hand, slowly but surely they seemed to be resolving the skeletons I'd left
behind.  I downed a vodka tonic and ordered another, downing it too.  That
did wonders for my mood, which was starting to change when, predictably,
Frank Hayes suddenly hovered over me.

	"Hey Crampton, back in town again?  You here to molest my little
brother?"

	"Why not?  You got him all warmed up for me."  I retorted.  He
looked at me, irritated.  Same pattern.  "Sit down and have a drink Frank,"
I said, and he sat.

	"Speaking of my little brother, thanks for what you did for him.
My parents and my brothers were treating him like total shit.  He's a good
kid, best of all of us, and has some real potential.  That's why they're
trying to keep him down."

	"I have to agree with you.  He's a great guy, and he was a great
help to me when I moved to Chicago."  Frank looked at me, puzzled.  Guess
he didn't talk to Jeff much.  He obviously didn't know he'd helped me move.

	"When's the last time you talked to Jeff," I asked him.

	"The night he got kicked out.  Came by my house first to see if he
could stay with me.  I said no, like a fucking idiot.  By the time I
realized how stupid that was, he was gone."

	"You should tell him that.  Might make him feel better to know that
he's not completely isolated from his family."  Frank just nodded.

	"So he helped you move huh?"

	"Yeah.  Drove me to Chicago, helped me get organized, helped me
paint my house, and got to meet the football coach."

	"You introduced him to the football coach?"  he asked, incredulous.

	"Yep.  And they agreed to put Claremont High on their scouting
circuit.  Isn't that cool?"  I was excited about that.  It may give the
guys opportunities they wouldn't have had otherwise.

	"That's pretty slick JP.  Well, I gotta go.  See you around."  He
got up to leave.

	"You know what I think."  He stopped mid stand and looked at me.  I
had his attention.  "I think that a person wouldn't have to dig too far
beneath that asshole exterior of yours to find a pretty good person inside.
I'd like to meet that person someday."  Frank wasn't a smart guy.  It would
take him awhile to figure out that was a compliment.

	After that, I'd had enough of Dinos.  I headed home, tired both
physically and emotionally.  I parked the car and walked quietly through
the house so no one would know I was home and get up and talk to me.  I
giggled to myself.  I was a little drunk, acting like a secret agent man
sneaking into enemy headquarters or something.  When I got to my room I
shut and locked the door.  Still giggling.

Musical Recommendation:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9xbh5kohE4
"Our Day Will Come" by Ruby and The Romantics

	"What's so funny?" said Jeff, scaring the shit out of me.  As soon
as I was done hyperventilating, I walked over and fell into his arms.
"You're drunk baby," he cooed in my ear.  "Just a little bit," I said.  Our
lips met and our clothes were off in no time at all.  Then he was on top of
me, his huge, muscular, naked body thrusting into mine.  His cock rubbed
against my groin and I felt his pubic hair rub against the sensitive head
of my dick.  In what seemed like no time at all, we'd both ejaculated all
over ourselves.  He lay down next to me and I snuggled up to him, our cum
mixed together and drying on us.  It didn't seem to matter to either one of
us.

	"Thanks for coming home.  It wouldn't have been the same if you
weren't here," he said, and kissed my head.  "I missed you so much," I
said, as I looked up at him and kissed him again.

	"Guess who I ran into at Dino's tonight?  Your brother Frank."  He
tensed up.  I could feel his muscles bunch up underneath that soft coating.

	"What did the fucker have to say?"  he asked bitterly.

	"Thanked me for helping you out.  Told me what a great guy you
were.  What a stupid asshole he was for turning you away after you got
kicked out.  How you were the only one of them with any real potential."  I
felt him relax.  He shut his family out, but I sensed it was bothering him.
Maybe if he could repair the link with Frank, it would be enough to ease
some of his pain.

	"Humph," was all he said, but I knew it got through.  We lay there
quietly for a few more minutes, and then I reached down and started gently
stroking his balls.  I just let my fingers briefly brush across the hairs
in a light move.  In no time at all I was rewarded with a rock hard cock.
I smiled up at him and kissed him.

	"You know what I want?"  I asked him with my slutty voice

	"I know what you want baby," as he rolled over on top of me.  He
nuzzled up against my ear.  "You want my big dick inside of you don't you?"

	"Yeah, I want you to fuck me.  Please fuck me."

	He moved my legs up and I helped by grabbing my ankles.  He gently
probed me with his finger.  "You like that don't you baby?  You wish that
was my cock don't you?"  He pulled his finger out and entered me, waves of
bliss flowing from my groin throughout my body.

	He leaned forward while he fucked me, bending me almost double, so
he could talk to me while he thrust in and out of my ass.  "Baby, I love
being inside you.  You feel so good, you feel like part of me.  I wanna
flood your ass with my cum."  After that I just heard the noise of the
words, not the words themselves, as I lay there getting my ass pounded by
this hot, amazing guy.  We lasted for a long time, the longest I'd ever
gone, and it was wonderful.  It was as if I could feel every pore in my
skin, every hair on my body, and when I finally came, finally exploded, it
was as if every pore and every hair simultaneously cheered.

October 13, 1962

	The stadium was brightly lit, with big crowds as expected.  I'd
never seen such a big, diverse crowd at a homecoming game before.  I was
proud of Tonto and her efforts.  I didn't have a ticket; Jeff told me not
to get one.  He said the coach wanted to meet me, and that I should head to
the locker room.  When I got there, there were a couple of students
guarding the door.  Typical jock sniffers, the same types that were hall
monitors when they were younger.  They were typically officious until I
identified myself, and then they ushered me in.

	The first thing to hit me was the smell.  That same smell I
remembered when I was here, a mixture of dirty socks, moldy towels, and
body odor.  As I walked forward I saw the various team members getting
ready, some just in their jock straps.  I had to focus my eyes ahead.  How
queer would that be, to get a hard on in the locker room?  They took me to
the coach's office, and I saw Coach Perkins, who'd been there forever, or
at least since I was in high school.  When he saw me his eyes lit up.

	"JP Crampton!  It's great to see you!  You are our hero of the
hour!"  I looked at him puzzled.  He shouted out at the locker room and the
team assembled around him.

	"Boys, this here is JP Crampton.  He came all the way from Chicago
to watch us play tonight, and I'm gonna ask him to sit on the bench with us
on the sidelines."  My eyes got really wide at that.  I saw Jeff in the
group and he winked at me.  "And do you know why?"  He waited, and they
finally chanted "NO!"

	He moved up into a circle they made for him, leaving me behind, but
still the focus of attention.  "Do you know who's out there in the audience
tonight?  Besides your friends and family, besides the alumni and most of
the town, besides all those people, do you know who's out there?"  He
waited and got another resounding "NO!"

	"There are five scouts representing 12 major universities, all here
to watch you play, all here to see if you're good enough to earn a
scholarship at their school.  What do you think of that?"  The cheering was
deafening.

	"And do you know why those scouts are here?  Because Professor
Crampton here, when he took up his position at Northwestern University, he
didn't forget about Claremont, he didn't forget about his hometown, he
asked them to send scouts to our games, and they did!"  More deafening
cheering.  Only this time it continued and I felt myself lifted up by a
bunch of players, tossed in the air, and carried out of the locker room.
Fortunately they set me down so I didn't get carried onto the field.  All
of the guys, all of them, came by to thank me, and to pat me on the back.
It was one of the best feelings I'd ever had.  Jeff came up and hugged me
from behind.  "You boosted the morale of this team like nobody.  Watch us
kick some ass tonight!"

	I have to say that football is pretty exciting when you're on the
sidelines.  I did what I could to be helpful, mostly shuffling ice packs
around, but it was a great experience.  Better yet, they did kick ass,
beating the visiting team 48 to 12.  Both Jeff and Sammy got touchdowns,
and both were amazing on the field.  While Jeff and Sammy got changed, I
wandered off to find my parents.  I ended up socializing with a bunch of
people, keeping my eyes open for Jeff.  The players started coming out, and
I didn't see him.  The crowd was thinning, and I still didn't see him.  The
stadium was really getting empty, and still no Jeff.  I decided to retrace
my steps to the locker room to make sure everything was OK.

	I found Jeff outside the locker room behind the bleachers.  There
was no one else around.  Two of his brothers, older ones I didn't know,
were holding him by the arms, while his father was in his face.  I watched
as he yelled at him, and then punched him in the stomach.  I instinctively
rushed forward and put myself between Fred and Jeff Hayes.  I must have
looked ridiculous, small as I am.

	"What the fuck are you doing?"  I demanded.  Fred was drunk and
obnoxious.  His wife stood next to him, and she answered.

	"This ain't none of your business.  It's our family business.  So
you just run along and butt out.  Jeff's coming home with us."  She was a
withered woman, aged beyond her years, with a crooked nose that spoke
volumes about how many times Fred had broken it.

	"You threw him out.  He lives with us now.  So let him go."  Fred
Hayes laughed in my face.

	"You little faggot.  I always knew you was queer.  You just have
him locked up in those hills where all you rich people live.  All you rich
people lookin' down on the rest of us."  He burped.  "Well I ain't lettin'
one of my sons be kept up there so some rich faggot can cornhole him
whenever he wants."  He burped again.

	"Fuck you Fred.  You don't know what you're talking about.  That
kid has talent and brains, more than the rest of you combined.  He has
potential.  Someday, he'll be living up in the hills, successful and proud.
That's why you want to bring him down.  You're jealous of your own kid."  I
spat the words at him.

	"Don't you talk to my husband like that you uppity twit.  That kid
ain't no good.  He needs a firm hand to guide him."  Her husband roughly
pushed her out of the way.  "Shut up woman, I'll handle this."

	"I think I'm gonna beat your little faggot ass to a pulp first,
then I'm going to teach that son of mine a lesson.  What do you think of
that pretty boy?"  He moved on me menacingly, but I stood my ground.  I'd
get my ass kicked, but that would be the end of Fred Hayes.

	"Go ahead Fred, hit me.  You do, and it's jail time for sure.  Give
your family a break from getting their asses kicked, unless you trained
these other goons to take your place."  I stared at him defiantly, bracing
myself for the punch that was about to come.  Suddenly from behind me I saw
movement, and a fist fly past my face and land squarely on Fred Hayes' jaw.
I turned to see Frank Hayes fly past me and land on top of his father,
pummeling the crap out of him.  His mother jumped on his back and began
hitting him, defending the husband who abused her so badly.

	The two other brothers let go of Jeff and went over to pull Frank
off their father.  Fred was a mess, bleeding pretty badly.  He'd gotten his
ass kicked bad.  It was about time.  Jeff collapsed to the ground.  He'd
gotten roughed up pretty bad.  Frank and I helped him walk out to my car.
We just stood there, Jeff spitting blood out of his mouth and Frank nursing
his overworked fists.  Jeff pulled himself up and walked over to Frank, who
looked at him nervously.  Then Jeff reached forward and pulled Frank into a
big hug.  Frank hugged him back.  For the first time in my life, I saw
Frank Hayes cry.

	I let them have their moment, taking the time to put Jeff's bag in
the trunk.  When I returned they had separated.  Frank looked at Jeff and
said "I'm really proud of you.  Really proud.  I'm so sorry I didn't let
you move in with me when you needed my help.  If I could go back and do it
differently, I would.  But you found a good place to stay, and I'm happy
for you.  If you ever want, though, you are always welcome.  Always."  They
hugged again.

	As they broke apart and Jeff headed to the passenger door, I held
my hand out to Frank and he took it.  "I knew I'd get to meet that great
guy someday.  I hope you shed that outer shell for good Frank.  If you did,
you've got some major potential too."

	He smiled at me.  "Thanks JP.  I think I've got it figured out now.
Now I just gotta find a new job.  I'm sure my Dad will get my ass fired on
Monday."

	"I seriously doubt that will happen Frank.  In fact, you can bank
on it."

	That night my mother let Jeff sleep in the guest room, which made
it easy for me to join him.  I snuggled up to him as usual but he cringed.
"I'm pretty sore JP," he said.

	"You sore everywhere?"  I leered as I moved my mouth down to his
expanding cock.  I took him in my mouth and began working his pole.  We'd
been messing around together long enough that I knew what he liked, but
tonight I planned to surprise him.  I stopped sucking him and moved down to
his balls, licking them, sucking on them, and watching for his reaction.
He liked it, but that wasn't his spot.  Then I moved lower, to his
perineum.  I nuzzled my nose into his body, inhaling his scent.  I'd never
found his body odor to be pleasant, but his balls and perineum were like
perfume to me.  I licked my way down to his hole and watched it twitch in
anticipation.

	When I got to his ass, I rimmed the edge slowly at first, almost
delicately, and then I got firmer and firmer until I forced my tongue
inside his hole.  I took a minute to notice him, and he was moaning like
crazy.  I had lubed my ass just in case, so I reached back and used that
lube to slather my index finger.  As I moved up to his cock again, I
pressed that finger against his hole.  He tensed up.

	"Do you trust me?"  I asked him, and I felt his hole relax and
loosen, allowing my finger to enter.  I gently probed in while I took his
cock back in my mouth.  That distracted him enough, and in just a few
seconds I had my finger fully inserted in his ass.  As I moved up and down
on his pole I carefully moved my finger around, seeking his spot.  I found
a soft, button like spot and gently stroked it.  His body stiffened like
steel and he let out a loud moan.  "Oh god that feels good.  Oh yeah baby.
Oh yeah."  I really had him going now.  It didn't take long after that.
Between my finger and my mouth I brought him off to one monster orgasm.

	"Good?"  I asked.

	He looked at me and smiled.  "No."  I raised my eyebrows,
questioning him.  "It wasn't good at all.  It was great.  The best."

October 14, 1962

	I was on my way out of town, the painful goodbyes said yet again,
but I had one more stop to make.  I drove up to the Hendrickson's house, a
large Tudor style mansion not far from our house.  Being here gave me a
weird feeling.  Genetically, this was my home too.  I wasn't sure what kind
of reaction I'd get, arriving unannounced.  I rang the bell, an
ostentatious gonging thing, and it was answered after some delay by Bill
Hendrickson himself.  "Hi Dad," I wanted to say, but I didn't.

	"Why JP Crampton.  Good to see you.  Come on in."  He led me into
his study while he continued rambling.  "I gotta thank you for what you did
for our football program.  That was just first class.  So what brings you
here?"

	I explained the situation with Jeff, how after the July 4th
festival he'd been thrown out and had come to stay with us.  Then I
replayed for him the vignette last night.

	"Bill, I don't mean to tell you how to run your mill.  It's not my
place.  But Frank was really worried that Fred would work to get him fired.
If that's in the best interest of the mill, then so be it, but I wanted to
let you know the circumstances so you could better evaluate the situation."

	Bill Hendrickson shed his good ol' boy routine.  "Frank Hayes
doesn't have anything to worry about."  He kept looking at me intently, and
I studied him right back.  Then he shocked me to the core.  "You know don't
you?"  he asked.

	We stared at each other in silence.  "Know what?"  I prevaricated.
He just smiled.

	"You know," he repeated.

	"I know," I said, submitting.

	"Your mother tell you?"  he asked.

	"No, my grandfather."  I stared at him, steel-eyed.

	"Figures that crusty old bastard would find a way to stir things up
from the grave."  I tended to agree with him.

	"So you think it would have been better for me not to know the
truth?"  I asked.

	"I'm not sure.  I guess I'm kind of jealous."

	"Why would you be jealous?"  I asked.  He'd been the one to bone my
mom and get away with it.

	"Because you've been a good son, and you're a good person, and I
don't know if this means anything to you, but I am proud of you.  I would
have liked to have been a bigger part of your life."  I'd never seen Bill
Hendrickson with his guard down like this, nor so sincere.  He was kind of
like Frank, a nice guy beneath the veneer.

	"Thank you.  I promised, I swore to myself that this secret would
remain a secret.  I could never hurt my father like that."  I was getting
angry at my mention of my father, who I would fiercely defend.  He sensed
that.

	"I appreciate that, and don't worry; I'm not saying a thing.  I'm
sure this has been tough to deal with.  For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
But if, after you think about all this and sort it out in your mind and you
end up not hating me like you probably should, I'd like to have the
opportunity to get to know you better."

	I just nodded and got up, shook his hand, and left.  Back to
Chicago and away from this place that just fucked with my emotions.

	October 15, 1962

	I was in the middle of organizing my clothes for Brussels.  I was
scheduled to leave on Thursday night, but I wanted to be prepared.  The
truth of the matter is that I was so excited I had to do something,
anything, to move the process forward.  Jason sensed my keyed up emotions,
and fed off of my excitement.

	I was interrupted by the door buzzer.  I wasn't expecting anyone.
I guess it could be Scott, but he hadn't called since Jensen died, and he
wouldn't just show up, would he?  I answered the door and there was a
uniformed Western Union agent.

	"I have a telegram for Dr. JP Crampton," he said, sounding very
official.

	"I'm Dr. Crampton," I told him.  Telegrams were never good news.  I
felt my stomach hit the floor.

	"Please sign here," he said, and handed me a receipt.  I signed it,
he gave me the telegram, and left.

	I stared at the telegram with Jason hovering around me, both of us
wondering what it was.  I was really worried, but I swallowed my fear and
opened the telegram.

TO:  JP CRAMPTON
FROM:  LT ANDRE CLERRAULT, USA
SENT:  OCTOBER 15, 1962

DO NOT COME TO BRUSSELS STOP ALL LEAVE CANCELLED STOP AM FINE AND WELL STOP

I walked over to the couch and turned on the television.  The news was on
but there was nothing to suggest a crisis.  Why the fuck would leave be
canceled?  If Andre did something stupid to get his leave canceled, and
ended up fucking up our plans, I'd kill him myself.  I stopped myself
before I went down that path.  I don't know why this happened, but he was
as excited to see me as I was to see him.  Wasn't he?


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