Love on the Campus
 

 by: Hankster

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Chapter 3

Getting Acquainted

Jonathan practically sprinted to the cafeteria, hoping to see Mark there. 

He was totally confused by his emotions.  On the one hand, every time he saw Carl, he wanted to tell him to fuck off, and leave him alone.  On the other hand, all he needed to set his heart racing was a glimpse of Mark.  He would like to grab Mark in a bear hold and beg him to make love with him.  Alas, that was not to be.  He had no reason to believe that Mark was anything but straight.

Jonathan spotted Mark immediately.  He was on the line ladling out the soup of the day.  Jonathan didn’t want soup, but he sure wanted to speak to Mark.  They had a “date” for Friday, but Friday was a long time away.  He wanted to ask Mark to do something social with him during the week, but his tongue was tied up in knots.

As Mark started to fill a bowl with soup, Jonathan said, “Not too much, please.”

Then the two men smiled at each other, and Jonathan had to move on.  He surveyed the cafeteria for an available seat, and he saw someone waving at him.  Shit! It was Carl.  There was an empty seat at Carl’s table, and he had no choice but to go there.

Carl had everyone move over so that the empty seat was next to his.  Nobody ever said no to Carl. 

As soon as Jonathan was seated, Carl asked, “Do you like vintage and classic movies?”

“Actually, I do,” Jonathan answered.  He tried to be as polite as he could.

“They’re showing “Grease” at The Colony in town tonight.  How’d you like to go with the best looking guy in this hick school?”

 Jonathan had no desire to go anywhere with Carl, but Grease held a very special meaning for him.  His father had rented the film when Jonathan was very young.

As the family watched it, his father said, “I went to high school at the time this film was released.  It was exactly like Rydell High, and I was exactly like John Travolta.  I had to be a macho man, and I was afraid to tell your mother how much I loved her.”

Young Jonathan giggled at his father’s confession of love for his mother, but all through the film, John Travolta turned into his father, and Olivia Newton-John turned into his mother, even though neither looked anything like the stars of the film.

Jonathan was lost in his memories, so Carl repeated his invitation.

What the hell, Jonathan thought.  “Yeah, sure, I’ll go with you.”

“Terrific, I’ll pick you up at seven.”

They left the cafeteria together, and as they headed for the door, Carl put his arm around Jonathan’s shoulder.  Jonathan wanted to push Carl’s arm off of him, but he didn’t want to make a scene, so he pulled away and said, “I’ll see you later.  There’s something I have to do.” 

Carl was not to be put off. “I’ll wait for you,” he said.  “Why are you being so cold?  You’ll never get another guy as handsome as I am.”  Jonathan almost gagged.

Jonathan sprinted over to Mark’s station and they exchanged telephone and room numbers.  Carl indeed waited for him, and put his arm around his shoulder again.

Mark witnessed the exit scene of the man he believed he was in love with, and his heart dropped to his ankles.  Once again, he lamented that Jonathan was straight, and he began to feel socially inferior to Jonathan and every other student in the school.  He went into a deep depression, but he was wise enough to realize that to get out of it, he had to forget Jonathan, and his surroundings, and concentrate on his studies.  He resolved to break their Friday night ‘date.’

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Before they took their seat in the theater, Carl bought a huge bucket of buttered popcorn.  “This should last us through the whole movie,” he laughed.  “I hope I don’t get any butter on my handsome face.”  Jonathan wanted to gag.

Jonathan was able to get past Carl’s praise of himself, but the minute they sat down Carl put his arm around Jonathan’s seat, and his fingers rested on Jonathan’s shoulder.  Jonathan didn’t want to say anything, but he leaned forward.  Carl was not about to be deterred.  This time he didn’t bother with the back of the seat.  He was able to rest his left arm around Jonathan’s shoulder.

Jonathan wanted to tell Carl to stop.  If Carl hadn’t driven, he would have left the theater.  Fuck, he thought, I’ll take a cab.  Before he could do anything, his lust trumped his reason, as lust always does.  Carl’s right arm had found its way to Jonathan’s crotch.  He was fumbling with the zipper, and fondling Jonathan sensuously.

Jonathan hardly knew what he was doing, but he undid his zipper, and pulled out his cock.  Then he reached for Carl’s, intending to take it out and fondle it also.  He was shocked to find Carl’s prick was already out, and as hard as steel.

They played with each other for a short while, and Carl whispered, “Not here.  I know where we can go.  We’ve both seen this film a zillion times.  Let’s get out of here.  We’re going to have a great time.”

Carl drove his car to the local high school, and on to the parking lot.  The rear of the lot was densely wooded.

“Come with me,” he said.  “I know about a small clearing with a grassy area that we can use.  I’ve used it many times with guys who were grateful for my attention.”

Although he was further disgusted by Carl’s last remark, Jonathan followed Carl mindlessly, and before he knew what was happening, he and Carl were playing a hot game of sixty-nine.  When it was over, and his lust was abated, Jonathan hated himself for enjoying it so much.  He still disliked Carl, and Carl’s seed was deep within his stomach.  This just added to his distress.

“I was a virgin until tonight,” Jonathan admitted.  “How’d I do?”

“You were great.  I would never have known it was your first time.”

When he got back to his dorm, he saw his mobile phone on his dresser.  He had neglected to take it with him.  He always forgot to take it with him.  He rarely used it except for making and receiving calls.  He noticed that he had a voice message and it was from Mark.  His spirits rose to the ceiling, but as he listened to the message, his spirits descended lower than hell.

Hi Jonathan.  It’s Mark.  I can see that you and the guy you had dinner with tonight have something special going on.  I don’t want to get in the way, so I’m canceling Friday evening.

Mark had no idea, but in that simple message, he was letting Jonathan know that he believed him to be gay, and that he was gay also.

Jonathan wanted to cry out in anguish, but his roomie was sound asleep. 

How could I have been so stupid? he thought.  Next time, if there is a next time, I’m going to tell Carl to get lost, and stop coming on to me.

He wanted to run to Mark’s dorm and explain, but it was too late.  He decided not to wait until their next class together on Thursday.  He vowed to call Mark in the morning.  Needless to say, he couldn’t sleep all night.

In the morning he didn’t bother to call.  He pounded on Mark’s door not caring if he woke both Mark and his roommate.  It was the roomie who opened the door.  He was rubbing his eyes and demanding to know, “What the fuck?” Jonathan pushed right by him.

Mark was still in bed, so Jonathan sat down at his side. He didn’t know what to say.  In fact, he was speechless.  Mark was naked, covered by a thin sheet.

“What?” Mark asked.

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Jonathan finally found his voice.  “That guy keeps coming on to me, and I don’t like him at all.  He put his arm around me in the cafeteria without my permission.  I would have pulled away, but I didn’t want to make a scene.  It’s you I want to get to know better.”

He really wanted to say, “It’s you I love,” but he held back for now.

Still not convinced, Mark said, “I saw you leaving campus together in his car when I was leaving the cafeteria.”  Jonathan had to struggle to hear him.  Mark was sullen and looked very unhappy.

Jonathan couldn’t stand it anymore.  He enveloped Mark in a bear hug, completely ignoring the fact that he was naked.  Mark already had a morning Woodie, and now it turned into a passion Woodie.

“I gotta pee,” he whispered in Jonathan’s ear.

Mark’s roommate witnessed the scene, and laughed.  “I’ll have no gay hanky-panky in my room,” he said.  “You two perverts will have to go elsewhere.  P.S.  I’m going home for the weekend.  It’s my girlfriend’s eighteenth birthday.  I could never miss that.”  He winked at the couple in the bed next to his.

Jonathan accompanied Mark to the bathroom, and they peed side by side.  As they were peeing, Jonathan said, “Please don’t break our date Friday night.  In fact, I can’t wait that long.  Let me treat you to dinner the first evening you don’t have to work.”

When Jonathan said, “Let me treat you to dinner,” Mark’s inferiority complex kicked into high gear.  Nobody was going to pay his way.  He was determined to make it on his own.

“Look,” he said, “We come from two different worlds.  We aren’t compatible and we never will be.  Please just leave me alone.  Go after that guy from last night, or any other guy for that matter.”

Mark ran out of the latrine, and back to his room.  Jonathan was in tears, and he ran after him.  Mark closed his door in Jonathan’s face.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/07/18