Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2011 08:12:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tj Ryder <tjryder64@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boxers and Panties

			    Boxers and Panties!
		  Book 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!"

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   "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.

End

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