Boxers and Panties : Chapter 1

"Well, there's that, but ah just don't want 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 ain't 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 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 submissive to black men!"

Jermaine grunted it was no problem but the admission 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, 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 tell me you were looking
for a relationship!"

Jermaine cleared his throat. Feeling his groin
swelling at that as he groaned, surprised by the frank admission.

"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! You started a fight, let me guess!"

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 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 be sayin shit lahk
fo me about what not to say or do stuff! Always what not to say!"

Robin was silent as he absorbed this.

"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 expect us to keep their stars out of trouble
in return for the free lodging! 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.

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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.

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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 said 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 buy 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
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. Robin then moved to crouch between
his giant legs, their bodies close, his huge size making their heads
almost level, and then put his knees between his thighs, their bellies
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.