Boxers and Panties : Chapter 1

(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 its 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)
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The slight white boy on the mostly
black, jock 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 boys at the mostly black jock fraternity, he
wondered if had let gossip ruin his first face-to-face with
Jermaine the 'Jolt' Robinson.

Maybe he never gave the giant, black, 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.

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Still, he sighed, '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, blind roommate Robin walked in, tiredly
dropping his book bag on the bed and collapsing besides it!

"Your'e kind of late! 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, Robin?"

"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, watching his roommate in a new light.

"Robin, you ever heard anything about a superjock called Jermaine
Robinson?"

"Nope!"

"Seeing anyone special?"

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

"Well, I happen to know a dude that 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
is 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!"

"Well, he's gone through 5 whiteboys, 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 there's big juju involved here!
I see it now! 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!

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

"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, 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 white blonde boys
on campus, haw haw!"

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

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Two days later walking into the east wing building.

"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.