Interruptus Completus

Wow! My mind exploded, and my brain went numb and into overdrive all at the same time. Boy were we ever on a different frequency. But then Greg showed me that maybe we weren’t.

“And you want to get to know me better too, don’t you . . .?,” he said, all big smile and bulging basket. “What’s your name again? Could it be Peter? See, Peter is wanting to know me better.” And he reach down and tweaked the tented fabric in my lap. There was no doubt that he was having an effect on me. And, dumb me, I had been the last one to know about it.

“I . . . I think I’d better go,” I squeaked out and started to gather up my books and rise from the bench. But Greg was too fast for me. He quickly and fluidly swiveled behind me and swung his left leg around me; sitting right behind me, with me scooted up to the front edge of the bench and him barely on the back edge. I was trapped with him behind and on either side of me and the picnic table digging to my belly. He wrapped his arms around me and gave a sigh. I could feel his insistent cock trapped between his body and the small of my back.

“Listen, Greg. I’m not really . . .”

“You want to get it this fraternity, don’t you? As I told you yesterday, this is a pretty freewheeling campus, and our fraternity is the best one here, the one with the best men. In every way, if you know what I mean. If you want to get along here, you’re going to need to go along. Besides, you can’t hide your interest in me. I can see it there in your shorts.”

“Look, Greg. Yes I want to get into your fraternity and would do almost anything to do so, but I’ve never. . . . I’ve had no experience in . . .”