Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2013 05:54:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tj Ryder <tjryder671@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boxers and Panties(1)  interracial, dom/sub , trans

			    Boxers and Panties!
				 Chapter 1
		   Vol 6 of the Omega Fraternity Series!
				 TJ Ryder
			http://www.sissytrain.com/


(author's preface:
In the old gay magazine Blueboy from the 70's was an account
of a white student at a black athletic powerhouse college,
(which I will call Bolus but you football fans will know what
it is), and of a fraternity accepting white pledges! One of whom wrote an
account of his experiences in a mostly black, closeted jock fraternity.
I think it was titled "Sleeping with Giants!"
  This story along with the others in the Omega Fraternity series
is inspired from those interviews)

*********


    The slight white boy on the mostly
black, superjock campus frowned when he looked at his mailbox in the
Omega fraternity lobby.  Jan bit his lip as fraternity brother
Trebonne grinned, his huge hulking shape over his shoulder.

   "From Coach Jackson?  What they doin, recruiting you for
the football team?" he joked.

   "I'd have a better chance trying out for the team than what he
really wants me to do!"

   "Wazzat?"

   "Oh, never mind!" he replied grumpily.

   As he walked back up to his room reading the short hopeful note
from the coach, wondering how he was going to tell him it wasn't
going to work out being the 'girlfriend' of his latest closeted
superjock!  He got on his computer and tried to figure out a response.
 He had been avoiding responding to emails from the coach for a week now
and realized this written note had to get a response.  At Bolus
the head coach ran the giant athletic department of the biggest
pro superjock-recruiting, black university in the world and his word
was worth more than the president or any of the deans.
He gave up and decided to slip into only bikini panties and sandals, the
uniform for white pledges  at the closeted superjock fraternity; he
wondered if had let gossip ruin his first face-to-face with
Jermaine the 'Jolt' Robinson.

    Maybe he never gave the giant, inner-city brute of a
stud a real chance!  In any case, he sighed, he knew from the
first moment it wouldn't work, even for a pretend social date.
The dude was just impossible.  No manners, barely spoke English
he could understand, and even rude to him in front of others.
And the thing was he didn't even realize it!  But all he had to do
to make the coach (who he owed big time), happy was to go out
with Jermaine in drag on some show dates to social functions as
his girlfriend.  But he knew he couldn't keep his temper in check
and if he lost it then he'd be in super trouble with the coach.

   And if he did get in trouble with the coach, it would add
to more demerits that his butt would pay for eventually;
administered by Wardell and Deon, the masters at arms at Omega
who took care of that.  "Awfuck," he realized just thinking of
it gave him a hardon in his sheer panties!  He already had
enough demerits for a lot of paddle strokes on Friday night
as usual.

   "Oh mann," he sighed, caressing his hardon in his panties,
feeling his full balls.  He feared it and couldn't wait for it
at the same time.  Thinking that was several days away!
What made it extra hot was that Wardell and Deon, the giant black
disciplinarians at Omega, had gotten so used to having him
every Friday after the social drag dance he didn't have to
worry about a date for the weekend, since he would be wearing
a leash and collar at least until Sunday!  Still, it did take
away from the anticipation for the Friday social of hooking up
with someone new.  For the last month all the brothers at Omega
figured he was off limits for the weekend and he effectively
was.

   Still,  he sighed, thinking of lying over their laps
in a few days....   'mmm, yes Deon, I have been bad last week!"
It was the inevitability of the master-slave thing every week
that was screwing up his social life!  Maybe he could talk
them into doing it later, maybe on Monday!  Nope, that wouldn't
work because he had swim team and the marks might still be there!

   'Why am I thinking of this so early?' he wondered.  'Maybe
because of Jermaine and how I let him and the coach down!
Maybe that's why I feel a need to be punished?'

   As he was trying to think of something to say to the coach,
maybe like saying he wasn't the right person, the pledge leader,
 Peter/Petra popped his head in and reminded him of maid service in
half an hour to serve the food.

   "Okay, say Peter, have you ever met Jermaine Robinson!"

   Peter just rolled his eyes and walked out.  'Well word's
spread I guess!' He figured everyone knew Jermaine by sight
by now, the brute was even pictured in Sports Illustrated!

    And then he heard a cane tapping, the door opened, and
his nearly identical, except for being blind, roommate walked
in, tiredly dropping his book bag on the bed and collapsing besides it!

   "Your'e kind of late, Robin! Peter wants us all in maid costumes for
dinner service!"

   "(Sigh)  Sure, why not!"  He shrugged and slipped off his
shoes and pants and began to search for his skimpy maid uniform.

   "Why are you so late?"

   "No escort today, had to find my way back from East Wing,
across campus.  Got lost three times!  Almost got hit by a
car!"

   Jan regarded the slim blonde so much like himself except for his lack of
sight as he laid back on the bed, rubbing his knee where he had tripped
over a grate.

   "What happened to your escort?"

   "Had to cancel, practice or something!  Half my classes now
are unescorted but the one at East Wing is the only one I
have trouble working a safe route for!  I don't mind walking
or stumbling but I hate falling!"

   "I have class then, sorry!"

   "I know, most guys do!  Thanks anyway!"

   "Hmmmm," Jan thought, looking into his computer to the first
email he got from Coach Jackson about Jermaine, and found his
school schedule.  He was free that period and the beginning of a
plan began to form as he looked sideways at his prone roommate.

  'Why not,' he thought?  'He looks just like me and if Jermaine liked
me he'd like Robin!'  He watched him strip and find a maid's cap
and then reach over, tapping his bureau, opening the bottom
drawer and take out a pair of nylons!  'He's actually pretty adaptable,'
he mused, viewing his blind roommate in a new light.

   "Robin, you ever heard anything about a superjock called Jermaine
Robinson?" He asked casually.

   "Nope!"

   "Seeing anyone special?"

   "Yeah right!" the boy replied drily as he felt around a drawer
for a pair of stockings.

   "Well, I happen to know a dude who has your East wing period free
and he needs a social date; you know, pass as a girlfriend.
The usual drill!"

   "Uh huh, and why are you passing him on to me?"

   Jan paused,  "well, I thought maybe you and he could reach a deal!"

   "Right..., and your question if I heard anything means he's some kind
of monster!"

   "Nooo, well, not exactly.  Just maybe some rough edges perhaps!"

   Robin smiled ruefully as he shook his head,
"you mean rougher than the gorillas here at Omega?"

   "Yup," Jan replied agreeably.  Robin moaned and then smiled
in resignation.  Finally he sighed and nodded.

   "Why not!  If he escorts me to East Wing I wouldn't care if he
was a real gorilla!"

   "Um, listen, I did go out with him once, just for coffee and...!"

   "He's super ugly I suppose.  But maybe you noticed I'm blind?"

   "No, well not ugly!  Just, well, maybe insensitive, perhaps!"

   "What's the whole story?"

   "Well, he's gone through 5 whiteboys, well couple were asian,
2 here at Omega, never made it to the second date!  Me included!"

   "Oh, great, I get the rejects all the time don't I! Did you ask
Padri?" (The Irish redhead who just joined the pledges at Omega.)

   "He would never put up with Jermaine and I think he's in love anyway!"

   "Wish I had that luck.  Look, invite him to this Friday night
dance and we can meet!"

   "Can't, Jermaine's banned for life from Omega!  The masters at
arms are afraid of him!"

   "Those monsters?"

   "Jermaine is called the Jolt!  He's a ranked heavyweight
amateur boxer that Coach Jackson is hoping will make the Olympic
team this year!"

   "Gets better doesn't it? I see big juju involved here!
All right, I'll try meeting him at the coffee shop
if he wants!"

   "Not on this campus, he's closeted up and his face is pretty famous,
or notorious!"

   "Okay, Pete's Place on Briarwood.  I only go there in drag.
 He has to pick me up here then!"

   "That might work! He can get a car!"

   "What are you going to tell him?"

   "That I have a schedule conflict for his social dates and you
don't and you look just like me!"

   "Cept for the blind part!  And you tell him about
my need for the East Wing escort gig cuz that's the deal!"

   "You'll do it, then, for real?  I have to tell the coach something!"

pic 2

   "Yes! I'll try it, just for the date and we'll see how it goes!"

   "Hmmmmm," Jan thought, picking up his phone.  To his surprise
Jermaine answered, sounded rather fatalistic since he knew his date
with Jan didn't go well, but without much enthusiasm listened to what
he said and then said he'd talk to Robin.

 He put the phone in Robin's half-hearted, palm-out gesture.

   "Hello?" said Robin!

     The young but deep, rumbling powerful voice said warily.
 "Hey, this you, the other white boy-gyrl?"

   "Um, yes, I'm Robin, Jan's roommate at Omega House!  Your name
is, um, Jermaine?"

   "Nevah heard of me? And yo really blind?"

   "No, and yes, I am.  That's why I need somehow to get across
campus for that East Wing afternoon class!"

   "Well, ah cain't make Pete's tonight, but I can do the class
thing tomorrow.  After that maybe we can talk!  Howdat?"

   "Um, well I won't be wearing a dress tomorrow at the college.
Afterwards I could go back to Omega and change and we could go out,
that is if, well...!"

   "Yeah, yo don't want to just dump me like all you white sissies!"

   "I would not phrase it like that, Jermaine!"

  "Awraht, Jan told me! I pick you up at West wing in front of
the Baylor building, and I gotta sit with you the whole class?"

   "Well, yes, um, I'm afraid, but the class on linguistics is
very interesting I think you'll find!"

   "Riiight!  Okay, I'm black, natch, 6'5 and be wearing a red...!"

   "I'm blind, Jermaine!  You'll have to find me!"

   "Yup, figures!  Yo look like Jan, how many blonde white boys
on campus anyway?  Haw haw!"

   "And holding a cane!"  Robin smiled.  After they hung up,
Robin remarked he didn't sound that bad.  Jan just said nothing.

******************************************************************
Next day!

   "Thanks for doing this Jermaine!"  he said, as the massive young
stud was still reacting from a white boy holding his elbow and
walking besides him.  He had only met him 15 minutes before and
the slight, small boy, so much like Jan, smiled and held out his
hand at his approach, somehow divining it was him.  And then
he took his arm, shocking him by the easy familiarity.

   "No problem, you got to hold my elbow tho?"

   "Yes, I hold yours. I can usually tell a curb coming but you have
to take shorter strides. I'm not as big as you are and I need to
use my cane!"

   "Okay, and you done this yourself?"

   "Several times, but I get lost, and since this is the last
period class, traffic is bad when I get out and have to cross
campus!"

   "Ah hear dat!  Yo do look like Jan tho but sound foreign,
more than him even!"

   "Well, I'm more British sounding I suppose!"

   "Look, um, Robin, you know de deal about Coach Jackson, what he
wants me to do an all, these social and olympic and recruiter parties and
dinners an all where ah gots to have an escort!"

   "Yes of course, that's very common at Omega!"  Robin said, slowing down
as his cane found a step.

   "Well, there's that, but ah don't want just a pretend date.  Coach
tryin to keep me outta trouble ah know dat! But ah got mah own needs
and ah need dat too! An ah just ain't no good at playactin neither!"

   Robin groaned.  Thinking to himself that this huge stud was so horney
he was making his pitch before they even got to the class!"

   "Jermaine, I am quite aware of that but we have just met!"

   Jermaine cursed under his breath, thinkin  'Already screwin up, what the
fuck am I doin wrong?  He swallowed.

 "Ah knows dat, but...  wait, here's the hall! Where yo sittin?"

   Robin touched his braille notebook.  "Seats 43b and 43c.  I count
two rows over, 6 rows down.  I sit in 43c. Um,  You can drop me off and pick me
up after class if you feel you must!"  There was so much noise with the
milling students.

   "You sound like you don want me to go?"  Students were milling
all around them.  A couple black males greeted Robin.

   "Got yourself a new escort again, Robin?"

   "Yes,  Once again!" Robin smiled at the direction of the voice.

   "Hope the seat is big enuff fo him, haw haw!"  Robin felt Jermaine's
arm tense, and he squeezed it.

   He heard a subdued voice warn his friend not to mess with the Jolt!

   Jermaine guided him down the flight of stairs to his row, catching
his elbow once when he got jostled and looked hard at the jock, who swallowed
and moved away quickly, and after Robin seated himself, looked around,
and decided to take the seat beside him on his left.  There were almost 300
students in the room already.  Robin arranged his braille notebook and his
laptop.
They had a few minutes before the lecture began.  Jermaine was so big
and the seats were so close together, plus the small 2 person desktop
pinned him in.  Fortunately he was on the aisle.  However,
he had to twist his hips so his thigh didn't brush against Robin's.

   "So you decided to stay!"  Robin smiled.

   "Ah don know nuffin bout lingisux! But you wanted me to stay
dint you? Otherwise ah hang out outside!"

   "No,"  Robin said, putting a hand lightly on his forearm.
"Um, I mean, please stay! You never went through orientation as an escort
I know, but you see, for me it's all touch. I get nervous surrounded by
lots of people unless I make some contact!"

   "Yo don want to hold my hand do you?"

   Robin smiled, "well, actually I could, but just my hand on your
forearm is enough if you don't mind!  It helps me concentrate if I
know I'm secure!  But if you don't want to...!"

   "Naw, its all right. Just never had a white boy or girl do dat
or even say dat!, Haw, haw, yo be sayin 'please' an 'thank yo' to me
more times than ever in mah life!"

   "Well, Jermaine," he moved his lips closer to his ear and lowered
his voice,  and the big buck was surprised by the intimacy of his
breath near his ear as the boy spoke softly.

   "I always try to be polite anyway but you do know that all Omega
pledges are preselected because wer'e betas?"

   Jermaine frowned,  "Wuz Dat?"

   Robin smiled, "it means wer'e all submissive to black men!"

   Jermaine grunted, surprised by the frank admission that made his
cock swell.  "Well, lahk ah said, jus surprisin me a bit to hear yo
say it!"

   Robin listened to his voice and whispered again.

   "Why should it? And why are you twisted in your seat?"

   "Well, haw, ah'm too big ah guess for dese old seats!"

   Robin smiled, "I know, but twist back or your'e going to be
uncomfortable and that will make me uncomfortable!"

  The big bull moved his muscular right thigh
near Robin's leg, just stopping a tiny bit from making contact!

   Robin smiled and moved his left leg against his, sending
an electric shock through Jermaine!

   'That's better.  I want to make more contact with your
body anyway, thank you!"  He did feel good and took out
a recorder and a braille electric notebook.  Now that he
his arm, side and leg were lightly resting against Jermaine he felt
he could totally concentrate for the first time in this huge, jostling
roomfull of big, powerful, young men and a handfull of women!!

   Jermaine's huge cock swelled right down his thigh!  He
watched Robin arrange his stuff, listen to his braille watch,
and turned his head back to him. He spoke softly enough so
nobody else could hear.

   "Do you mind me pressed against you?  We have a few more
minutes before the lecture starts!  I wouldn't be this close
with an escort but you did already tell me you were looking
for a relationship!"

   Jermaine cleared his throat. Feeling his groin
swelling at that as he groaned, surprised by the boy's directness.

   "Awyeahhh," he sighed, "when de coach fill me in on dat scene
ah thought it was gwine be jus fahn, but ah jus cain't make it happen.
Even got booted out of Omega first night!"

   "Oh boy! Let me guess. You started a fight!"

   The big black youth nodded, "Ah ain't take no disrespect nohow!
Fuck dat! Fum otha niggas or white sissyboys neitha! Dat de way ah be!"
Robin felt his fists and massive arm muscles tightened, the voice
changing as his jaw muscles clenching, and he squeezed his forearm.

  "Please, keep your voice down.  Did yo think the other boys you
met were disrespecting you?"

   "Well, dey dint do what ah needed and dey always be sayin shit lahk
fo me about what not to say or do stuff!  Mostly what not to say!"

   Robin was silent as he absorbed this and let him quiet down.

   "You know the Coach and college use us whiteboys as a kind of
cultural smoothing out for all you big jock superstars!"
He laughed, "they don't want you near women for fear of lawsuits
and babies and dropping out and they expect us to keep their stars
out of trouble in return for the free lodging! Plus the college
needs federal money from integration.  Wer'e just doing our
end of the agreement!  That's the deal we agreed to!"

   "Yeh mebbe, but ah cain't make first base wit dem!" he said,
thinking this was just like with Jan, always sayin de wrong thing
and then gettin pissed about it!
cuz so far ....!

   "Yeah but fuck...!"

   "Jermaine, shhhh, your'e too loud!  Now don't get mad for
my saying that.  Listen," he lowered his voice to a near whisper
to lean over to his ear.  "I think you are very sensitive to
what people say and I want to hear more, but class is about
to begin and I have to concentrate for the next fifty minutes, okay!"

   "Awraht, fahn!" he grumbled.  He would have liked to talk
more, in private, finally saying some things he had been trying
to say.

   "Listen, I promise afterwards we will work it out!" And then he
squeezed his giant arm.

   Jermaine cleared his throat, arranging his cock as he thought
of what he said.

   To Robin's surprise and relief, Jermaine only shifted positions
a few times during the class, but he noticed he never moved his
right forearm from his touch.  He was thinking that the black
thug needed assurance as much or more than he did when he had a
spare moment to concentrate.

   Jermaine spent most of the time thinking of what Robin had
said, his hopes buoyed that this date wouldn't end in disaster
like it always seemed to by what the beautiful boy said.

   The class had some questions and answers and Jermaine noticed
that few people looked at Robin or himself as they listened to
the lecturer, a middle-aged black man with a beard.  Even Robin was
called on once, successfully as the boy answered a question.
Few people could even see that his left hand was resting on his
muscular forearm, but the effect of the touch and the warm thigh
against his was having its effect.

   And when class was dismissed, and three big bucks pushed the table
and other people started milling, he was entranced by the way
Robin moved closer to him and his left hand gently squeezed his
arm at the same time his head tilted to his huge shoulder  After
the students thinned out, Robin moved back and began to
gather his supplies.

   "Thanks so much for staying with me, Jermaine, " he smiled up
at the giant bull who waited for him to take his arm.  Then several
laughing black sophomores were coming by.

   "Wait, dat de bitch sayin ah too big for a seat!"

   Restraining his huge arm, Robin was lifted out of his seat
in the effort.

   "No, no no no!  He was just making a joke, Jermaine, that
was all!"

   "He be a joke when ah finish!" but he stopped and cursed
to himself, thinking he had done it again!  Fucked up!

   When they finally got outside, Robin was surprised to
go out to the parking lot.

   "Where are we going?"

   "To mah ride!  Figured it bein last period I just park it
here for de ride back!"

   "Excellent!  Saves a long walk!"

   "That's right, ah forgot you carryin all dat stuff!" he
realized he should have carried at least his books or laptop.

   "No, it's fine.  I'm used to it!" They got a late model
car and Robin waited until Jermaine opened the door for him!

   "You don't wear a seat belt!"

   "Fo sissies"!

   "Also a two hundred dollar fine!"

   "De coach pay it for me, gave me dis car too!"

   "Feels like an expensive car!"

   "Sho is, course it still in de name of de athletic department!
Ah got nothin of mah own, but after ah take the Olympic gold ah
turn pro and make a million ah get de finest ride in LA!"

    Robin silently added if he didn't get into any trouble.
Jermaine looked at him and cursed to himself.  He had fucked up
again!

    "Okay, ah got de message, we goin back to Omega!"

    "Well, of course, that's where I live.  I'd invite you in but,
well...!"

   "Ah got banned!  Ah know dat, buncha nigga, pussyassed bitches!" His
attitude sour, knowing he had fucked up another possible date.

   "But I will only be a minute changing!"  Robin added.

   Jermaine turned his head,  "whatchumean?"

   Robin smiled, "I thought we had a date after class!  Remember,
I would change and we'd go someplace off campus?  But if you don't
want to...!"

   "Oh yeah, raht, dat's right, " he smiled, relieved.

   Less than twenty minutes outside of Omega he couldn't believe
that was the same person coming out, a super hot, white babe
in a short skirt but still wearing shades and carrying a cane.
  Awmannnnn!  He got out and took Robin's hand and got him in the
passenger side.

   Inside the car, Robin slid over in his short skirt, his smooth
bare pale legs in short heels, until his thigh was brushing Jermaine's.

   "Ah, ah thought you wanted to wear a seat belt?" he said, stunned.

   "Remember I said I needed to make contact.  But I want you to
wear a seat belt, please!"  Then he added, "it would make me feel
more secure!"  And he did, clicking it.

   "Thank you,' he smiled, putting his soft hand on his muscular thigh.
Jermaine trembled at the touch.

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   "Did you want to do that befo, on de drive back?"

   "What? Sit besides you?  Why yes, but I knew you didn't want to be
seen with a white boy right besides you!"

   "Haw, windows are tinted but of course, um, you don know dat!
And anyway now you a white girl! An hot,  man ah cain't bleve it!
Course you got long hair, people think yo a girl inside de car anyway!"

   "Thank you! Jan and I swap dresses all the time, he says I look
best in this one!"

   "Lookin good!  Where you want to go?"

   "Well, it's a school night, can't be too late, and I have no
money and I don't drink much anyway!"

   "Haw, Pete's Place have a happy hour!"

   "And dancing," Robin smiled.  At that Jermaine gave a little shudder,
and cleared his throat.

   "We might meet some teammates there, plus jocks from Black's Gym!"

   "Fine, I would be pleased to meet your friends!"

   As they drove off, the heat from their legs touching and the hand on
the thigh, Robin could feel the growing bulge and stiffness pulling the
pants material, but he didn't say anything, his own cock was half stiff
under his dress in his panties.

   "So, um, you did change quick!"

   "Well, wer'e all good at it.  Plus I had my panties on already!"

   "Haw, haw, Yo wear panties all de time?"

   "Well, (smile) its practically dress code in Omega, but it also
saves time!"

   'And (haw, haw), you have to shave yo legs too?"

   "No, but someday I might!  I'm a natural blonde, they say, and my leg hair
is very fine!"  Also my pubic hair, he thought but didn't say it.

   "And makeup!"

   "Well, being blind that's a tough one.  I just add a little lip
gloss and sometimes eye shadow, and tie my hair a little different!"

   "You know, ah jus realized we all talkin about how you look,
an fact is when ah out with people, everyone usually talk about how
ah look!  Bein so big an all!  You got no idea what ah look lahk,
do you?"  Just saying that he realized the only thing Robin knew
about him was him talking, and that was mostly ghetto!

   "Just a general way.  I was thinking if you don't mind I would
like to get a better idea!"

   "How's that?"  They pulled into the parking lot of the road house
and Robin could hear laughing and music inside and other car doors
opening and shutting.

   "In fact, Jermaine, no, don't get out yet, please, let's talk
for a bit.  If you are meeting friends here, what's our story,
I mean, us?"

   "Oh yeahhh.  Fuck yes, whadda I even call you?  How'd we meet?
Cain't be sayin Coach Jackson arranged it!"

   Robin smiled.  "Why don't we say we met at a concert?  Blind
people listen to music!"

   "Yeah, you know any rap? no, heavy metal, no???"

   "Jazz, old jazz!"

   "Dats it, we met at dat Noire Club dat plays dat stuff!"

   "That'll work! Great, let's go in!"  Then he stopped.

   "Um, wait, please.  You know me a little, but I don't know
you too well.  I don't even know what you, well, look like!"

   "Well, sho, but...!"  he was about to say he was blind.

   "Do you mind if I touch your face? Your body? That's how I see!"

   "Ah, well, but.." he looked around.

   "Just lightly touching; I can remember you if I can touch you!"

   "Ah don know!"  However, Robin was passively insistent and finally he
moved closer

   "Can you move your seat back, all the way! Go ahead!"
Jermaine was surprised how the seemingly submissive boy always got
his way by manipulating him!

   Fortunately it did slide back a ways.  As Jermaione spread his
massive thighs, Robin knelt on the edge of the seat between them,
their bodies close.  The size difference making their heads
almost level, their bellies lightly touching.

   Their faces close, Robin sensed his size, and raised his hands,
"Just let me touch you lightly, okay?"   Mesmerized by the experience,
Jermaine let his fingertips find the side of his head, and lightly trace
over his forehead, ears, then his eye ridge, his nose, chin, lips.
Their mouths were inches apart, their breath mingling.  Robin inhaled
and breathed in his scent.  Then he smiled, and ran his hands down, his
muscular neck, shoulders, his corded arms, chest, abs and down to his
legs.  So strange, his eyes dilated, but his face so expressive.

   "Gosh you ARE big, " he smiled!

   "Haw, Yo think ah'm pretty too?"

   "Jermaine, I don't know what that means! But your'e certainly in
shape!"

   "So you be! An ah got to tell you this position an yo hand down
theah makin me a lil crazy heah!"

   "Oh, are you uncomfortable,"  Robin smiled, now feeling the trapped
enormous organ twisted sideways in his pants.

  "I'm sorry, would it be all right if I made you more comfortable?"

   "Ah'd lahk you to do a whole lot cuz ahm ready to explode now!"

   "OOh, that's right, Jermaine, I promised to thank you for sitting
with me through that class today!"

   "Well,...!"  And he felt one hand returning to touch his face,
the other one squeezing his giant hard organ,
and Robin leaning forward, his lips moving to his own huge thick lips.

   "(Kiss)  Softly at first, Robin sighed and kissed deeper,
their bodies mashing now with Jermaine reaching around and cupping his
butt, and now seeing that Jermaine wouldn't go first, he inserted his
relatively small tongue compared to the enormous tongue inside those
huge lips.

   "mmmmmpffffff, kiss, mmmmmm!"  After breaking the kiss and both of
them panting, Jermaine gasped.

   "Ah nevah done lahk dis...!"  He was about to say making out with
a boy, a white boy, a blind white boy!

   Robin kissed his big lips again, and reached down and
lifted up his skirt, pulled his panties down and
then sighed, making Jermaine groan as he freed his giant
throbbing black column, so their skin was against each other,
feeling each other's manhood.

   They kissed passionately some more, until both were panting!

 "Look ah cain't get out of de car lahk dis, an ....!"

   Robin smiled, "of course you can't!" as Jermaine's eyes bugged out as
he reached down and began to unzip him.

   "Awmannn, people be seein us, ah donno. ah don know...!"

   "They won't be seeing me much longer, Jermaine!  Do I shock you?
Do you want me to stop?"

   "yeah, no, no , do you want to stop?"

   "No I do not! Please don't make me!"  At that he took hands
off of his butt and Robin slipped back off the seat, kneeling between
the big legs as he finished unzipping and then, in the darkness,felt
the huge black organ slip out in his right hand.  Already he felt precum
on the knob as his other hand moved to touch it all over, then his
breath from his lips made Jermaine sigh!

   "Awmann, ah jus gots to...!"

   Robin kissed him.  "I would be pleased to worship you with
my mouth, Jermaine, if you like!"

   Saying that like that made the big bull shudder with relief.

   "Awyeahhhh, ah be needin dat!"

   "But," Robin kissed his tongue again, swirling his tongue
in his mouth, "now that you know I'm going to do that, maybe
we can talk a bit more, and you let me know when you want me to
do that!"

   "Yeahhh,....!" Jermaine grinned, cupping Robin's buttcheeks
with both hands, squeezing and pinching him until the boy
squirmed.

   "Mmmmm, oohhh you can hurt me if you need to!  Do you want to fuck
me too, Jermaine?  You can if we can do it in this car!"

    "Ah jus cain't bleve dis!"  Jermaine looked around and
saw people walking in the parking lot. "Naw, people too close!"

   Robin tongued him again, and smiled, "okay, they won't
seem me when I'm worshipping your cock and balls!"

   "Awfuck, don't do dat, awmannn!"

   'I'm not considered to be forward, Jermaine, but I think I'm
beginning to understand you a little better.  But there are
a few things I don't get yet!  I'm curious, what did you do
to Jan!"

   "Awyeahh, he blew me off, but now ah ain't sorry none
gettin yo instead!"

   "But why? I would have thought Your'e exactly his type !"

   "Haw, me bein a big stupid nigga?"

   "Well, your'e not stupid, but your'e so huge and strong!"

   "All I know it started okay but every time I said something
he got more quiet, and finally just sat there and dint
say nothing, so ah took him back to de house!"

   Robin smiled, kissing his corded neck, "You should have
given him a spanking to break the ice!  Course then we
wouldn't have met!"

   "Haw, haw, yo is kiddin, raht?"

   "Oh No, Jan gets spanked every week by the masters at arms!
He must love it!  Of course he leads the pledges in demerits
every week so its not exactly by choice either!  I think you just
didn't understand how to handle him, or us for that matter!"

   "Whatchumean?"

   Robin ran his tongue up under his knob for a bit to lick up
some precum drops and the buck shuddered for a bit,

  "When you hurt his feelings he felt bad for many reasons.
The big one is he felt he wasn't being properly submissive to
his superior!"

   "Haw, haw, superior!"

   Robin moved lower now to kiss each of the bull's balls
and then knelt lower.

   "I know it probably sounds silly but to us, to  me, you are my
superior and I want to show my worship-  like right now,"
he said, kissing the bull's knee.

  "If there was room I would kneel and kiss your feet, and if your
feet were bare I would lick between your toes!"

   "Fuck no!" Jermaine grinned, his legs spread and his giant
black cock inches from Robin's soft lips.

   "Yes," Robin smiled upward,  "but at least I can still lick
every inch of your beautiful big balls, mmm, kiss, lick, mmmmm!"

   "Awmannnnn!"

   "Lift up, Jermaine, can you, push upward and outward?"

   "Lahk dis?"

   Assisting in lifting and spreading his muscled buttcheeks,
Robin said yes, and shocked him but reaching under with his
tongue and kissing his puckered anus!

   "Awmann, fuck yeasssss!"

   The position was too awkward, so as the bull settled back
into his seat, Jermaine spent several minutes licking and kissing
every inch of the black drooling giant cock.

     After several minutes of just lightly kissing and licking him
from balls to knob, Jermaine groaned loudly as his mouth stretched as
wide as he could to slip over the knob, his pink tongue working on
the slit, groaning and sighing as he tasted the precum drops.

   "AWweennnnnnnnooooooooo!"  Jermaine stiffened in the seat, his
right hand on the back of Robin's head, as he expertly slurped sucked
and kissed.

   Robin wanted to make it last, but he needed the essence as badly
as the youth needed relief.  He did find he could deep throat in the
awkward position about halfway past the knob, cupping the huge balls.
Then he ran his lips down to lick and kiss and worship the huge black
balls he would soon be dining from!

   AWWFFFFUUUUKKKKKK  YEAAAHHHHHH!  The first blast hit the back of his mouth
by surprise, but he swallowed. Two more he didn't quite goggle and backed
out of his nose a little, but the rest, gob after gob, spurt after spurt, he
eagerly sighingly slurped and sucked and ate.  He couldn't believe how many
mouthfulls of potent negroe manjuice he swallowed!  Robin wondered if he had
a sympathy orgasm in his panties himself because they felt soaked.

   In the warm car, Jermaine was sighing, his head back in relief, soaked
with sweat running down his face. Robin himself was lightly sweating from
the excitement and the closed space between his legs as he cleaned up.
Giving the knob and flaccid but still huge cock a few more kisses, he
licked his lips, and sat back with a satisfied smile, his blank blue eyes
looking up at Jermaine.

   "Ah jus cain't bleve you did dat!"   Robin wondered if this bull was
a novice with either sex!

   "I said we would work things out, Jermaine!" he smiled, still panting,
and got off his knees to sit besides the young still sweating giant.

   "Well, ah see a couple homies goin in there.  What did we say?
We met at Club Noire!"

   "Sure, whatever you want is fine!"  He adjusted his short skirt
and put his shoes back on, hating wearing any heels, even short ones.

   Then he got to the edge of the door as Jermaine came around.

  "I can get out by myself, do you mind if I take my cane?"

   "S'okay, gonna wear dose dark glasses?"

   "I don't need them if you don't want them!"  Jermaine let him take
his elbow then and shut the door.

   "Why do you need them anyway, since yo blind?"

   "My eyes are still as sensitive as yours are to impact,
like branches or dust or stuff!  I just can't see anything!
But I doubt if I'll hit a branch in a club!"

   "Yo face is still flushed!  Haw haw, dat's a problem we niggas
don't have, blushing!"

   Robin smiled, "these friends of yours, you call them homies?"

   "Actually dey ain't from my hood but dey in de sports
program, several boxers an wrestlers ah see walkin in!"

   "Are any of them in Omega?"  he wondered if he knew any.

   "Might be, cuz a couple ah know for sho are on de down low and
one dude lahk white boys and he went in with a white gal dat now
after seein yo ah ain't so sure she is a gal!"

   "Then..., what I'm saying is that I'm still a girl in there
right!"

   "Oh fuck yeah!  Donchu forget dat!  Nobody'd ever bleve yo ain't
nohow!"

   "Thanks," Robin smiled.

   Fortunately it was a non smoking roadhouse so his eyes weren't
bothered, although several people paused when he was being
introduced and he knew they didn't see his cane because it was
held on his side, but Jan had told him his undilated, blank, blue
eyes caught peoples' attention.  He couldn't remember all the names,
5 black bulls, one white jock, 4 women, two of whom were definitely
black, the remaining ones including another white boy? He didn't
hear all their voices clearly amidst the laughter.

   "Sohow'd YOU hook up with The Jolt?"  a black female with a
little edge to her voice,  at least 6 inches taller than he
was.  Somehow she had him in a corner as the others were joking.

  "Um, I was in a jazz club and its our first date!"

  "First date huh, dat why yo face be flushed an yo got cum on
yo blouse, honey?  We saw Jermaine doin de puppet dance
sittin down in his car when we walked in!"

  "Um, well, is it that noticeable?" he blushed even more!

  "Mebbe if you can see, you'd also see that black men belong
with black women!"

   "I may not see, madame, but I can hear rudeness when its
not called for!"

   "Yo lippin at me, bitch?  Jus cuz yo blind don mean ah
wont slap yo nigga suckin mouth silly!"

   "Well in the parlance of boxing I can tell your'e way over
my weight division so that shouldn't be too difficult!"

   "Now Yo callin me a big fat nigga huh? Yo lil skinny
bitch!" she raised her voice another octave.

   "Hey Laronda what you sayin theah?"

   "Dis whitebread pussy call me a big fat nigga bitch!"

   "WHAtchUSAY?"  Several people came around then.

   "What yo woman say to mah woman?"  A teammate asked
Jermaine who edged over to stand besides Robin, one hand
on his hip, a gesture that further inflamed Laronda.

   "Nothin, she don' mean nothin.  You'd nevah said dat to
Laronda, wouldju Robin?"   There was a pause as they waited
for a response.

    "Um, well," he said, "It is true I did not say that,... but
I must admit I was definitely thinking it!"

  He added helpfully.  "Maybe she read my mind!"

   WHAT!  Laronda shrieked!

Robin felt the blow coming and was moving back
but her huge hand still caught the edge of his mouth,(SLAP!)  knocking
him against the wall, but he still heard Jermaine curse and the
solid punch that dropped the 260 pound woman like a sack of cement,
and then as he was trying to get up and find his cane, bodies were flying
all around, and he just found the wall and crawled away from the
melee.  Bouncers from the bar came running and as soon as they
saw it was the boxing team they just held back and kept bystanders
away.  Soon, as Robin was finding the edge of the bar, he pulled
himself up and yelled to Jermaine.

   "Jermaine, over here!  OVER HERE!"

   A sweaty black panting hulk came over while the fight
was still going on.  "Jus keep in de corner babe, ah got some
buttkickin yet to go!"

   "No NO," he said, crying, blood leaking from his lip, "police
are coming, I heard them call them!"

   A manager screamed from behind the bar.

   "Yo banned this time Jermaine, yo hear dat boy!"

   "Listen to him, come on, let's go!"

   "Okay, okay, listen, yo hurt, just a split lip is all,
cmere, ah got a handkerchief.  Wussat, blood on your hair?"

   "I think I hit my head on the wall when Laronda punched me!"

   "Awfuck, bleedin good too!"  The bright red blood matted his
blonde hair in the back.

   "Forget that, come on, let's get in the car!"

   "Ah just hate it when dis shit happen alla time, it
ain't mah fault!"

   "I know, I know... where's the exit?"

   "Right there, yo blouse is torn, and where's yo other
shoe?"

   "Forget it!"   Sirens were beginning to sound
and they made it out of the parking lot just as the cars
arrived.

   "C'mon, Robin, don be cryin, it's okay!"

   "I am NOT crying, thank you!" he lied, wiping his
eyes.  He turned around and felt his head.

  "I think the bleeding stopped, but I got some on
your headrest!"

   "Who cares, but dat's good news, must be a small cut
cuz head wounds bleed lahk a sonofabitch!  Should maybe
drop into Baptist Emergency an get some stitches!"

  "No," Robin said, feeling now with both hands,
it was a small cut and had already stopped. Now his
hands were bloody though as he felt around and finally
just rubbed them on his already torn skirt.  "it's okay!"

   "Yo sho?  It's on de way, I go there all the time!"

   Robin sighed, "you lead a very chaotic life, Jermaine!"

   "Ah know, ah knows what dat means!" he said with
resignation!

   "I'm takin yo back to Omega, donchu worry!"

  He cursed to himself.  He felt
depressed as they drove in silence.  First time he met someone
that didn't bolt during the first date and it wasn't even his
fault this time!  He looked over at Robin's stoic pose
several times with a sigh.

   Finally he had to say something.  "Be there in ten
minutes!"

  "Where?"

  "Back to where I picked you up!"

  "Omega House?  Your'e taking me home?"

  "Well, yeah, I mean, ah thought....!"

  "Oh, I see, is that what you want to do?"

  "Is you be sayin yo still want to see me again?  After
all dis shit!"

   Robin sighed, "let's not say anything we might regret!
I'm sore, angry, hurt and my head is pounding!  But I know
this wasn't your fault, and maybe I shouldn't have
said that to Laronda myself!(pause)  You must have really slugged
her though!"

  "Haw, she be fine; in fact she was swingin a chair when
we left!"

  Robin smiled, reaching over to put his hand on his
forearm.

   "What will happen back there?"

   "Well, if dey ain't stupid and don't fight wit de
cops dey just get a ticket and thrown out!"

   "And...!"

   "Well, dey already on de way to jail!"  They both laughed
at that one. Finally they pulled up in the parking lot of
Omega house, and a couple of the brothers walking by noticed
Robin and smiled.  Jermaine turned the engine off, and
Robin sat for a moment and slid over beside him, thighs
touching.

   "Actually, I'm sorry the night is already over
but I have to clean up and take some aspirin!"

   "Whatchu doin?"

   Robin was climbing over onto his lap, and settled on
it, feeling that big rising bulge again.

   The familiar hands on the side of his head, Jermaine
saw his blank puffy tearstained eyes, the swollen lip
with the pink tongue moistening it.

   "Don't kiss me too hard, my lip hurts!"

   Softly kissing, their tongues mingling, both panting now.

   "So you don't mind tasting some of your own cum then,"
Robin smiled as he moved back.

    "Haw, haw, no dose lips be sweet!  Surprised yo dint
get something to drink when we got to dat club tho!"

   "I would have if we'd stayed longer.  But I wanted to keep
your taste in my mouth as long as I could!"

   Jermaine groaned, never heard anyone say that to him.

   "Awmannn!" they kissed again.  After another break,
Robin was definitely riding a rigid thick pole and his own
erection was rubbing Jermaine's belly.

   "You need to cum again, Jermaine, and I do too!"

   "B-but...!"

   "And I can't use my mouth, lip hurts, sooo....!" he
smiled, reaching around to pull his panties aside and
in front to unzip him.  Finally he yanked his dress off
and Jermaine imitated him by slipping his top
and pants off, now they were naked for the first time
and pressing against each other.

   "Whatchu, ah ain't, awmannn, people walkin aroun!"

   "I don't see anyone!"  Robin said, gasping as he freed
the giant throbbing black cock.  His belly and Jermaine's belly
were naked now, rubbing skin.  And reaching down, he spread his
cheeks, moisturing his pink opening anus with the copious precum
drooling from the big black knob that normally he would worship
for a while first.

   "course yo don't see anyone....   mmmmmmm!"

   "Yup, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmffffff!"  Robin stiffened as the
knob entered his anus, but his head was butting against the
roof of the car and he winced as he felt the bruise, but then
he moved down, feeling the enormous throbbing thick organ
stretch him, and Jermaine writhe and pant.

   "Oh yeahhhhhhh!"

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   Three fraternity brothers stood on the front steps of Omega House
grinning at the moving forms in the front seat.

   Lattrell came out and followed the direction of their
gazes and frowned.

   "Who the hell is that?  Is that Jan in there?" he asked because he
thought he could see blonde hair.

   "Nope, ah saw Jan at the campus coffee shop with Deon and Wardell!"

   "Must be Robin then!"

   "Naw!  Robin's no slut!"

   "Wouldn't be!"

   "Nope, must be a new kid, maybe even a girl!"  Of course
they doubted the car would be parked at Omega if that were the case.

   Jermaine managed to drop the seat back all the way,
so now the fraternity brothers saw a shape bouncing up
and down as they laughed.

   'Hoooohhhhhhh," Robin moaned, he couldn't believe how
thick he was, but finally bottomed out, and between Jermaine's
huge hands lifting him up and down and his own arms, he was
able to do the poleslide, wondering if he might cum himself.

   "OOohhhhhh, Jermaine, mmmm, that feels soo good!"
he panted.

   "Awfuck, awfuck yeahhhhh!"  Jermaine looked down
to see Robin's thick cock aimed at his chest, and effortlessly
lifted him up and down, with his hands on his sweet smooth
cheeks.

   "Ohhhhoohhhhh!" He grunted and became to spray into Robin's
bowels.  Spurt after huge heavy thick spurts, and then he felt
a warm splash on his chest, and then his cheek, and gasping,
still cumming he looked down at saw Robin's cock spurting heavily.

  Several more shots fell all over his massive bare chest
and his thick neck, and even some as he bounced Robin some
more as he shot the last of his jets up him, into his face
and even his lips.  He licked some up, tasting the white boy's
cum.  Mmmmmmm!

   "Hawahhhhhhha, hhhhaaaaaa, oooohhhhh!"  Robin was flushed
again, and leaned down and kissed Jermaine's thick lips one last time,
sweaty and panting.

   They kissed like that for a while.  Robin moved back and
felt the stickiness on his chest and cheek.

   "Oh, I came all over you!"

   'Haw, (gasp) sho did!"

   'Mmmmm, kiss, Jermaine," he said softly, "I have to go in!"

   The thick log was still buried but softening fast, the burst
of semen holding it tight, and his own ejaculation had sprayed
up and over Jermaine's chest and even some white, warm drops
on his face.

   "Yo okay?" he gasped, grinning with sweet relief, their breath
mingling.

   "Yeah, just, just groggy.  I really have to go in now, Jermaine!"

   "Yeah, me too!"

   "Um, do you have a buttplug or anything here?"

   "No, why?"

   "I'm going to just pour all your seed out when I get up
and I, well, I want to keep it in me for a while until I get
inside at least!"

   "Awmannnn. Ah guess dis mean we still goin together!" he said
a little uncertainly.

   "(Sigh)  I guess it does.  Listen, mmmmmffff" he groaned
as the thick, flaccid, gleaming organ slipped out and he tried to
clench his anal muscles despite all the stretching to hold
the cumload in.

   "Ummffff, I'm going to need a couple of days to recover,
okay?  Will you still do the escort thing with me next week?"

   "Sho!" he said, relieved. "Fuck yes!"

   "Good," he bent over and softly kissed his cheek, using his
hand as a guide.

   "Don't get out, please! I know youv'e been banned here and I don't
want anyone to see you with me! And besides wer'e probably in
enough trouble!  Let me see if I can get what's left of my dress
back on!"

   "Good night, Robin!"

   "Good night, Jermaine!"

   Stumbling outside, one blouse strap hanging,
a torn skirt, holding one shoe, he waved at Jermaine as he took off,
and then realized he had lost his cane and his sunglasses!

   "Oh no!" he sighed, "No fucking cane!"  But he had his cell
phone still clipped on his waistband and he hated to do it but
he called Jan.


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   Across campus at a booth at the coffee shop, Jan was laughing
as he sat between the two masters at arms, the huge shapes on
either side of him, when he got the call.

   "Hey Robin," he looked at his watch, seeing it was still
relatively early, "I guess I don't have to ask how the date was!"

   "Um Jan, I need a little help getting into Omega!"

   "I don't have a car, sorry!"

   "No, um, I'm at Omega in the parking lot, but I don't have
my cane!"

   "That's Robin?" Wardell grinned, his huge hand on Jan's thigh under the
table,  "invite him over, make it a double date!"

   "No, sounds like he already had a date!" he cupped the phone.

   "Listen, can't you find your way in without that?"

   "Yes, I can, but... I think maybe my image is a little,
uh oh.....!  Never mind!  Lattrell is calling me and coming over!"

   Click!

   Deon grinned, "is he comin over?"  Jan knew the two house
disciplinarians to know anything about this.

   "No, he just got dropped off without his cane, but Lattrell
is there now I guess!"

   "Well, if we don't got two white boys to play with, we make do
with one!"

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   Under the street light, Lattrell saw the hobbling, slightly
limping white boy with blonde hair move oddly as if he couldn't
see, thinking it MUST be Robin.  What, he lost his cane?

   Feeling with his front foot for the curb, Robin sighed
with relief and stepped onto it, both hands in front to
break his fall.  Then he moved to the first step, and
sideways to find the handrail.  A couple of the brothers waved
at him and he smiled and waved back, but in the light of the
foyer, he paused to open the door.

   "Oh fuck, come on!" Lattrell said impatiently as soon as he
had a good look in the lights. Robin felt his elbow taken, stumbled,

   "Owwwww! No, Lattrell, let me take your elbow!"

   "Not this time, you can barely walk!"  Half carrying him
along the hallway, he felt the boy slump so he just lifted him
up in his arms, his skirt riding up and his bare legs and no
panties exposing his genitals and still wet belly with sperm
running down. The boy slumped and he felt his head loll against
his neck.

   "zzz!" he saw the boy was limp and asleep
so he tucked his head against his shoulder and carried him up
the stairs, getting grins from a couple of brothas.

   "Is this how you get your dates, Lattrell?"
Robin was softly snoring and the arm around his shoulder fell off..

   "Don't ask!"  He had to rest him against his side
as he opened the door, and put him face up on his bed,
and still asleep, Robin rolled onto his side, one arm languidly
outstretched.

   "Everything okay, Lattrell?" the chapter president said from
the hallway.  Still wet from the shower he wore only a towel
around hius waist.

    "Oh sure, everything's cool!"

   "I got a call from campus police there was a scene out front!
Is that Jan again?" he frowned.

   "No, this is Robin, just stumbled without his cane!"

   "Oh, okay! I thought he goes everywhere with that thing, even
to the can!"  He entered the room and peeked over Lattrell's shoulder.

    "Is he all right?"

   "Just had a rough date but he's okay!"  The prez looked at Lattrell
and nodded.

   "I hope I don't hear anything about it tomorrow!"

   Lattrell said nothing, and he went back and shut the door and
looked at Robin, seeing some bruises and began to strip him.
He saw the puffy, swollen anus with sperm drooling out, the cum stains
on his torn blouse, the swollen lip, and then, he moved the bedside
table light over to check out the dark matted hair on the back of his
head.  Then he turned Robin's face to the light and opened each eye
and saw he was just asleep, no probable concussion.

   The next day Jan watched Robin awkwardly rise.  He had
returned from his own double date with Wardell and Deon a few hours
earlier and he was feeling guilty at the shape Robin was in when he got
into his room.  He had also checked his head and eyes and informed
Lattrell, who told him that at 1 AM the doctor came by to check on him
and put a couple of stitches in and then gave the tired boy
a sleeping pill and some alleve. Then he was startled by Robin's
quiet voice.  He was awake!

   "I can hear you there, Jan. I can feel your disapproval!"

   "You know you look worse than I did after a hundred demerits!
I am going to fucking kill that Jermaine!"  He felt guilty about
setting him up now!

   "Oh, " he said idly, "Jermaine didn't do this!  What time
is it by the way?"

   "9 AM.  Talk at breakfast was about another big riot
at a roadhouse!"

   "Really, is that so!" he said, feeling around.
   "Oh, that's right, lost my cane!"

   "A riot involving Bolus jocks!"

   "Boys will be boys I suppose!  Still serving breakfast
do you think?"

   "Jocks from the Bolus boxing team! Taken to jail! The prez
is sitting in his office waiting to hear if any Omegas were
involved and looking like the grim reaper!"

   "Really? Would you assist me going downstairs? That is if breakfast
is still being served?"

   Robin gave up, "Okay, but you have to clean up first!"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Your face is bruised, one puffy lip and the back of your
head has stitches!"

   "Oh, just a minute then!"  He went into the bathroom
and rinsed his face, patting his lip, sniffing himself,
wrinkling his nose and then decided to shower.

   Jan was not certain how much he wanted to know until he
first found out how much he might be involved.

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End of chapter 1

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