Love on the Campus
 

 by: Hankster

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Chapter 2
Meetings

The school scheduled orientation for the Friday before classes were to begin on Monday.  The college officials decided that the free weekend would give the freshmen time to get somewhat acclimated to their new surroundings.

Jonathan Arthur moved into his dorm room on Thursday.  His father wanted to drive him to school, but Jonathan had a car, and he wanted to take it with him.  It took a lot of doing, but he finally convinced his father to let him drive to the college by himself. 

Upper classmen occupied the rooms on either side of him.  They would start arriving over the weekend.  The nearby towns were too small to offer any sort of rentals to upper classmen.

Jonathan and his new roommate spent the better part of the day organizing their room.  It would probably be their home for four years.  Another freshman, Mark Lopez, moved in on Thursday also.  His room was on the second floor of the residence hall, and Jonathan’s was on the first floor.  In fact, Mark was directly above Jonathan.

As soon as Mark got his room squared away, he excused himself and left his new roommate.  As part of his scholarship requirements, he had to work a minimum of eighteen hours a week for the college, without pay.  He had been assigned to the cafeteria, and was told to report to Mr. Reade who would get him started. Reade took Mark’s class schedule, and told him he would assign him his hours around the schedule. 

On Sunday morning, Carl Upman arrived.  As he was lugging his belongings from his car to his dorm room, Jonathan was just coming out of his room right next door.  He was headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.  They almost bumped into each other and their eyes met.  Jonathan was stunned by how handsome Carl was, and Carl determined that straight or gay, he was going to get Jonathan into his bed. 

He could already picture the two of them playing sixty-nine together.  He was sure that Jonathan had a very ample cock, and he could already feel it in his ass.  Carl introduced himself and the two men shook hands cordially.

“Seeya around” Jonathan said and rushed off to breakfast.            

Sure, Carl was a beauty, but when they shook hands, Jonathan got an uneasy feeling about him.

Both Mark and Jonathan were in the same history class, which met every Monday and Thursday.  It was the third class of the day, just before lunch.  I suppose one might say it was fate.  When they entered the room, they took adjoining seats.

Mark was intimidated immediately by this handsome WASP, but Jonathan, on the other hand, was attracted to this good-looking Latino.  He stuck out his hand and introduced himself.  Mark was shocked and very uncomfortable, but he shook Jonathan’s hand and smiled.  His smile lit up his face, and Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat.  He no longer thought he might be gay, he knew it.  In fact, now it was his turn to daydream about having sex with Mark.  He formed a mental image of Mark’s uncut cock, which was hard and ready to penetrate him.

Relax, Jonathan told himself.  Straight guys are out of bounds. His brain might have offered him this good advice, but his libido had other plans.

“Are you going to have lunch in the cafeteria after this class?” Jonathan asked.  He was surprised at his own aggressiveness.

“I suppose so,” Mark didn’t quite answer.  It was more like he mumbled.

“Let’s have lunch together.”  As his libido kept rising, Jonathan got bolder, and Mark’s back was to the wall.  He was working the dinner shift this day, so he was available for lunch.  He didn’t want to be rude, so he reluctantly accepted the invitation.

They showed their meal passes, loaded up their trays, and found two seats at a table for eight.  The other six seats were already occupied.  Mark had more food on his tray for lunch, than he had for three meals altogether at home.  He was aware of his gluttony, and vowed to cut back in the future.

Everybody at the table was very friendly.  All eight exchanged information such as where they lived, what their majors were, and dozens of insignificant other facts about themselves.  By the end of the meal they all felt they knew each other well.

Although Mark was not excluded, he still felt like an outsider, and he said very little at the table.  The other students’ general impression, regarding his aloofness, was that he was a snob.  Actually, Mark was surprised at how easily he was accepted.  He had expected remarks about his social station in life, but none came, and it was obvious it would never be an issue.  He vowed to be friendlier, and join in the conversation next time.  Suddenly he didn’t feel so alienated, and he decided that he was being paranoid. 

After lunch everybody went their separate ways.  Before they parted, Jonathan asked, “Would you like to go into Chicago Friday night for the weekend?  I have a car.  I’ll drive.”

“I’d like to, but I don’t think I could afford my half of the gas or the hotel room.” 

There he said it.  He revealed how poor he was.  Somehow, he found it easy to make this confession to Jonathan.

Jonathan got the picture immediately.  “Listen,” he said, “I’ll be going there whether you join me or not, so you don’t have to chip in at all.  If that isn’t enough incentive to go with me, how about this?  My dad gives me twice as much allowance than I need, so drinks and meals are on me.”

“I couldn’t let you,” Mark declared.

“Yes you can, and you will.  When you graduate and make a lot of money, I’ll let you take me on a tour of Europe.”  They both laughed at Jonathan’s attempt at humor.

“Okay!” Mark conceded, but I have to be back early in the afternoon Sunday.  I’ve got the dinner shift.”

“The dinner shift?  I’d like to work part time also.  How much do they pay you?”

“They don’t; it’s a condition of my scholarship.”

“Shit! You’re on a scholarship?”

This was it, Mark expected Jonathan to take off, but he didn’t.  Instead he said, “Smart people scare the crap out of me, but I like you, and the invitation is still on the table.”

He likes me, Mark thought.  Dare I hope?  Better not.  He’s straight.  Mark was also coming to the conclusion that he was gay, and could no longer deny it.

“We’ll discuss the logistics on Thursday, after class,” Jonathan said.”

“Great,” Mark smiled.  Jonathan’s heart flipped again.  Mark’s smile did very lustful things to him.  He didn’t know if he could last until Thursday.  He wanted to kick himself in the ass.  He should have gotten Mark’s cell phone number, his dorm room number, and even his last name so he could call and speak to him before Thursday.  He wasn’t thinking straight.  He laughed to himself.  He wasn’t thinking gay, either.

Mark, on the other hand, was in a state of euphoria, and he never thought about those things at all.

After his last class that first day, Jonathan headed to his room.  He intended on starting on some of his assignments before dinner.  Thinking about dinner, made him think of Mark working in the cafeteria.  He wondered, or rather he hoped, he would see Mark there this evening.

On the way to his dorm, he ran into Carl.  A feeling of uneasiness crept over him again.  He had no idea why Carl had that effect on him.  He just did.

“Well, hello there, Jonny,” Carl said.

Jonathan hated to be called Jon or Jonny.  His name was Jonathan, plain and simple.  His dad’s name was James, and he loathed being called Jim or Jimmy.  He did abide, Jamie, however.  James and Jonathan had that in common.  Jonathan’s negative feelings for Carl just about doubled after that.  He didn’t answer Carl.  He just nodded a hello.

“Do you have plans for the weekend?” Carl inquired.  Without waiting for an answer, he asked, “Wanna go into Chicago with me?  We’ll have a ball.”

It gave Jonathan great pleasure to say, “Sorry Carl, another time maybe.  I’ve got a date with a guy in my history class this weekend.” 

Then he gave himself another kick in the ass.  Why did he say he had a date with a guy?  Carl could construe that to mean that he was gay. 

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Carl asked.

Finally, Jonathan didn’t give a fuck.  He knew that Carl was hitting on him, and he decided to let Carl believe whatever he wanted to. 

“A dude named Mark.”

Carl’s eyebrows went up a notch, and he smiled to himself.  Seducing Jonathan was going to be easier than he thought.

Jonathan didn’t imagine the look he saw on Carl’s face, and he shuddered.  He hoped he had the fortitude to resist the handsomest man he had ever seen.

It was easier than he thought.  He just thought of Mark, and he started to get hard.  He rushed into his room.  His roommate wasn’t there, so dreaming of Mark, he whacked off to a very satisfying orgasm.

To be continued...

Posted: 11/30/18