Love on the Campus
 

 by: Hankster

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Chapter 4
Longings

Jonathan ran back to his room.  His eyes were so filled with tears, he could hardly see.  As a result, he bumped right into Carl, who was just leaving his room on the way to the latrine.  He could see what a sad state Jonathan was in.

“What’s wrong, Babe?” he asked.

Jonathan looked at Carl.  This was the man who ruined his chances with Mark.  He grew very belligerent.  “Don’t call me ‘Babe.’  I am not your Babe and never will be.  Just stay away from me.” 

He ran into his room and noisily slammed shut the door.  His roomie was getting dressed, and Jonathan surprised him.  He jumped up in shock, and nearly hit the ceiling.

Carl was confused.  Jonathan had thoroughly enjoyed himself last night.  Why did he suddenly change his attitude?  Carl got a sinking feeling in his stomach.  He realized that he had turned off another guy he strongly believed he could have a relationship with.  He had no idea why.  He only knew that he was greatly disturbed.

Back in his room, Mark was dressing as quickly as he possibly could.  He had breakfast duty today in the cafeteria.  His first class wasn’t until ten.  He was trying hard to put Jonathan out of his mind.  It wasn’t working for now, but he was certain that given time, he could erase Jonathan from his brain.  Unfortunately as the day went on he thought of him more and more.  He couldn’t believe how much he wanted to cuddle with him, and sleep with him.

After his last morning class, Mark headed for the cafeteria.  Halfway there his cell phone buzzed to alert him to an incoming text message.  He looked at the caller ID.  It was from Jonathan, and he was tempted to delete the message, but curiosity won out, and he read it:

Please meet me in the cafeteria for lunch. J.  Jonathan wanted to add, I luv U, but he was afraid.

Mark texted back.  Stay away from me.  Let me eat in peace.   He hadn’t meant to be cruel, but he was afraid of his own emotions.  He was afraid of loving Jonathan.  He was afraid of loving anyone so far above his station in life.

When Jonathan entered the cafeteria he saw Mark sitting at a table fully occupied with students.  Mark had chosen this table because it had only one seat left, and Jonathan would be unable to sit near him.  Jonathan was forced to find another table.  No sooner did he sit down, when Carl sat down right next to him.  If there had been an available seat at another table, Jonathan would have moved.  Since he couldn’t leave, he chose to ignore Carl.  Carl had an ego that reached somewhere far out in the stratosphere, but Jonathan was doing a masterful job of deflating it.

Carl couldn’t stand not knowing what was wrong.  He turned to Jonathan, and asked in the most humble voice he had ever used before, “What’s with the attitude?  What did I do to hurt you? Didn’t you have fun last night?”

Carl was being so plaintive, that Jonathan weakened.  “You didn’t do anything wrong.  It’s me.”

“Tell me then, what’s wrong between us?”

“Everything!  It’s all fucked up.  I think I’m crazy in love with someone.  I’m really not sure because I’ve never been in love before, but he wants nothing to do with me.  I don’t know why.  And you seem to have feelings for me, and I don’t have any for you.  You want to know why.  It’s because I love this other guy.”

“What can I do to try to win you over?  Let me take you out for dinner tonight, and give me, I mean give us a chance to talk about it.  There’s a nice little restaurant a few miles from here, a couple of towns over on the way to Chicago.”  Carl’s tone of voice had changed from humble to plaintive.

“I’ll go out with you under one condition,” Jonathan said.

“Yes, what?”

“Actually, you bored me to death last night.  Promise me you won’t spend the whole evening talking about yourself, and all the men you’ve fucked, because of how handsome you are.  If I’m your date, make me feel like I’m the only one in your life.”

Somehow Jonathan put a crack in Carl’s brain cells, and he had a glimmer of why he had no trouble getting laid, but why he couldn’t score in the love department.  He looked at Jonathan, and said.  “I promise, but if I slip, feel free to stop me, and point out what I am doing.  I wasn’t even aware of it.”

“What kind of restaurant are you going to take me to?” Jonathan asked.

“It’s a Cuban restaurant, and the food is to die for.”

All Jonathan could think was, “Fuck you, Mark Lopez.  You’re going to miss some “hometown” cooking.

From his table Mark could see Jonathan and that guy (he didn’t know his name) deep in conversation.  He was hurting more than ever, but looking at the two men together, he concluded that they had a lot in common, and would make for a much happier match than he and Jonathan ever would.

Carl drove to the restaurant, and he kept reaching over to cop a feel of Jonathan’s crotch.  Jonathan sat as close to the console as possible to make it easier for Carl.  Whenever Carl stopped for a light, Jonathan felt up Carl.  While he was doing it, all he could think of was, “Fuck you, Mark.  Who needs you?”

The truth is that he needed Mark.  He was hopelessly in love.  Try as he might, he couldn’t turn off his feelings like a faucet.  Love was not something you could wash away in the shower.

The restaurant was charming and it did have an authentic Latin flavor.  I’ve got to bring Mark here, Jonathan thought.  Then he realized that he would never get the opportunity.

During dinner the two men kept fondling each other under the table.  They were both as hard as nails.  Their lust was increasing by the minute.  Carl whispered in Jonathan’s ear, “How’d you like to go back to that clearing behind the high school?”

“I can’t think of a better way to end the evening.”

“Good,” Carl smiled.  “I’m better prepared tonight.  I’ve got condoms and lube.”  Jonathan smiled back.  As much as he wished that Carl was Mark sitting beside him, he knew that it was not to be.

It was chillier today than the evening before.  Carl was prompted to say, “We’ll have to find a different place next time, an indoor place.  It’s getting too cold for outdoor activities.”

Jonathan wasn’t interested in another time, but deep down inside he knew that there would be.  Carl knew just how to satisfy his lust.  Even more important, Carl hardly displayed his vanity tonight, although Jonathan had to warn him a few times.

Carl was way more experienced than Jonathan.  He entered Jonathan with as little pain as possible, and Jonathan came twice that evening, once while Carl was fucking him, and again when he was inside of Carl.  Jonathan was actually grateful for the lesson.  His lust ebbed for the moment, but he feared that when it was renewed, he would give into Carl yet again.  He was in agony.  It was Mark he wanted to make love with, and not merely to have sex with.

After dinner, Mark went back to his room to do homework and study.  Unfortunately that was a lost cause.  All he could think about was the love he threw away, and how he had lost his best chance at happiness.  Why had he allowed his insecurity to have sent Jonathan packing?  His humble background didn’t seem to bother Jonathan at all.  But what if it bothered his parents a great deal?  Mark made one excuse after another.

He lamented not falling in love with someone from back home.  Then there would be no racial and socio-economic barriers to their love.  Eventually, he closed his books and took a long stroll around campus.  It was a little too chilly for strolling, so he went back to the dorm, crept under his cover, and whacked off dreaming that Jonathan was doing it for him.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/14/18