Mike and Andrew Return Home
Andrew and I followed Mom and Aunt Janet to Jackson. We helped them unload mom’s things and got her settled in. We headed back to Memphis; I was looking forward to things getting back to normal with Andrew. It had been almost two weeks since we had been alone. Once we got to our place we began to unpack, Andrew was starting to wash a load of laundry. The new semester was starting in two days.
I asked, “Hey Andrew, what would you like for supper?”
He said, “I don’t know, what do we have?”
I searched through the fridge and cupboards, “Um, we don’t really have anything.”
He laughed, “I guess it has been a while since we went shopping.”
I closed the fridge door, “How about I run down to the sandwich shop and get us a couple of subs?”
He said, “Sounds good Mike, I’ll keep doing the laundry.”
I got back home about fifteen minutes later, “Hey Andrew, I got your sandwich with extra cheese, just like you like it. Where are you?”
He yelled, “I’m in here.”
I walked in the direction his voice was coming from and found myself in the bathroom. Andrew was grinning as he sat in the tub, holding his hard cock.
He grinned, “I found this while I was unpacking, do you want to help me clean it?”
I was stripping off my clothes as fast as I could, “God yes.”
I climbed into the tub with him, and we began making out. I was hard the instant he grabbed my dick; we began stoking each other while continuing to kiss. The tub was small, so it was hard to get each other going properly. We stood and opened the drain on the tub and turned on the shower.
We wrapped our arms around each other and started to kiss, our hard cocks rubbing together. God, I loved to shower with Andrew, his flawless smooth skin against mine felt so good. I broke our kiss and stepped back slightly; our eyes locked on each other. I scanned Andrew’s perfect body as the water cascaded down his ebony chest like rain running down the window during a spring shower. I gave his chest a kiss as I worked my way down his torso, giving each nipple a little extra attention. After I licked his cute outie belly button, I moved to the most spectacular cock and balls ever created by God.
I smiled up at Andrew and gave his hooded manhood a little lick. Andrew sighed after my lick, and I wrapped my lips around his erection and swallowed it down my throat. Since I had been gone to dad’s funeral and then helping mom move, it had been two weeks since we had any special time together. I savored his love stick as Andrew held my head and leaned back against the wall of the shower, letting a moan escape his lips from time to time. After a few minutes, he pulled me to my feet for another kiss.
He smiled, “It’s my turn to return the favor.”
I didn’t argue as Andrew went to his knees and gave my aching pole the treatment it had been craving for the last two weeks. It didn’t take long for him to have me close to the edge, I pulled him to feet for another round of tonsil hockey.
I smiled, “Would you like to take this to the bedroom?”
Andrew nodded, “Yeah, I want lots of room to get at that sweet ass of yours.”
We quickly dried off and I was soon on my back with my legs in the air welcoming Andrews manhood into my waiting hole.
I panted, “Oh God Andrew, you feel so good inside me. I missed you so much.”
He replied, “I missed you too, Mike.”
He leaned down for more kisses as he started to piston in and out. I wrapped my arms around him, never wanting to let go. Even though we had done this many times before, this time it felt special, more meaningful. Maybe it was because mom had given me her blessing. I already knew Andrew was the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but this removed any doubt that may have been lingering.
I grabbed Andrew’s ass and panted, “Fuck me harder, faster.”
He grinned as he picked up speed and was starting to pound me hard. He only lasted a few more strokes as I felt my guts being flooded with his seed. I reached down to my cock and gave it a quick stroke and sprayed my cum all over my and Andrew’s stomach and chest. We shared a deep passionate kiss and laid there holding each other.
I sighed, “Wow, you must have really missed me.”
He shrugged, “Sorry, but I don’t think we have ever gone two weeks without being together since we started dating. I needed to release some pent-up energy.”
I laughed, “Not to mention some pent-up cum.”
He sighed, “Well, you seemed to enjoy it too.”
I gave him a kiss, “Yes I did, I needed that too and I loved every minute of it.”
We took a quick shower, ate our sandwich and headed right back to bed for round two.
We slept in the next morning, then began to get ready for the new school year that was starting the next day. I called Chuck and confirmed our new schedule.
He asked, “How is your mom doing, kid?”
I said, “She’s doing ok, a lot better than I thought she would.”
He said, “You know you can take some more time to be with her if you want to.”
I said, “Thanks Chuck, I really want to get back to my routine. I got mom moved to Jackson with her sister last weekend. I can go to see her this weekend if she needs any help. Besides, I am looking forward to classes starting too.”
He said, “Ok kid, if you are sure.”
The school year got off to a good start, and I was learning a lot from Chuck at the paper. Andrew and I were also making new friends, Andrew had met another gay couple who were studying at the library. We would go out for supper and meet at each other’s homes to play cards or watch movies, it was nice talking to others with similar interests.
Mike’s First Big Story
The school year was about half over and I was taking an ‘Ethics in Journalism’ class, it wasn’t my favorite, and the professor was kind of an ass.
As he was dismissing us for the day, he said, “Read the next chapter for next time and, Miss Larson, will you please stay after class, I need to see you for a minute.”
I noticed the look of dread on her face. I was gathering up my things, taking my time to see what was going on. I saw him put his hand on her shoulder. As she tried to pull away, he grabbed her arm. I was headed out the room when I heard him say, “Remember what I told you?”
I waited outside the door; she was crying as she left the classroom.
I asked, “Fran are you ok?”
She was a little startled, “Yes, I will be fine.” She started to walk away.
I stopped her, “Fran, if he hurt you, we should go tell someone.”
She shook her head, “No, I can’t do that.” She looked around, “Mike If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it to yourself?”
I said, “If he is doing something wrong, we need to make sure the right people know about it.”
Finally, she broke down, “Mike that bastard is flunking me, the only way he will pass me is if I go out with him.”
I was suddenly pissed, “He can’t do that, we need to report him to the department head.”
She wiped her tears and said, “I tried that already, the department head just told me that I must have misunderstood.”
I said, “Come on Fran, let’s go have a cup of coffee and talk about this. I’ll help you figure out what to do.”
As we had our coffee, she gave me the names of two more girls Professor Lynch had blackmailed into dating him, and who knows what else, for passing grades. Those girls gave me several more names. After I talked to all the girls, I had four that were willing to give me their full version of events. A week later I had written it all up in a story and I took it to my college paper editor, Professor Meyer. I handed it to him for his approval to print it in next week’s edition of our college paper.
The next day he called me into his office, he said, “Mike, you know I can’t print this story.”
I asked, “Why not?”
He sighed, “Well for all I know, it may not be true. It’s these girls’ word against Professor Lynch’s, and I will always believe a college professor over the word of a few teenage girls.”
I said, “I have six to seven girls telling me the same story. Four of them are willing to go public, that cannot be a coincidence.”
He said, “Mike, you need to drop this. I will not let you print it.” He ripped up my story as he asked me to leave his office.
I shook my head, “You haven’t heard the last of this.” I slammed the door as I left.
I had always made copies of all the stories that I had written, so his ripping up the article didn’t bother me, but I was pissed. I was sure if I went to the college administration I would get the same reaction, I had to figure out how to get someone to listen.
After my last class, I headed to the paper to help Chuck on another installment of the gang story that he had been working on. I was still preoccupied with the day’s events and after Chuck had asked me the same question for the third time, he was a bit frustrated.
He said, “Hey kid, get your head in the game. What the hell is wrong with you?”
I sighed, “Sorry Chuck.” I took a deep breath and asked, “What would you do if Fred wouldn’t let you print an article that you knew was a good story?”
He looked at me and said, “Well, I would make sure he understood that I had done my research, and the story was accurate. Why, what are you talking about?”
I pulled out the story that I had written and let him read it.
He looked at me, “Let me guess. You turned this into your editor, and he told you that he couldn’t print it. He gave you some ‘he said, she said bullshit’. Right?”
I nodded, “Exactly.”
He sighed, “And if you go to the administration, they will probably tell you the same thing.”
I shrugged, “That’s what I figure too.”
Chuck asked, “So where did you get all your information?”
I told him about the girls that I had talked to and that four of them would be willing to talk to anyone, their stories are all exactly the same.
I said, “I believe them 100%. I even saw him talk to one of the girls myself.”
He asked, “Kid, do you think the girls will talk to me?”
I said, “I know the four will, I would have to ask the others.”
Over the next couple days, Chuck made time for me as we talked to the girls, and we got the same story.
Chuck said, “It sure looks like you covered all your bases.”
I nodded “I just did everything you’ve taught me.”
He asked, “Does the professor know you are on to him?”
I said, “I am sure that my editor told him, he gave me a glare in class the next day. I just glared back.”
Chuck said, “Well kid, I think it is time we gave your editor a phone call.”
We called Professor Meyer.
I said, “I think you should reconsider running the story about Professor Lynch. At the very least, you should turn my story over to the administration so they could investigate.”
Meyer said, “I have already told you Mike, this story will not be printed. I still believe a fellow professor over a couple of girls who are failing his class.”
We were on a speaker phone and Chuck had let me do all the talking so far.
After I got nowhere with Professor Meyer, Chuck finally said, “Professor Meyer, this is Chuck Hancock with the Memphis Press. If you don’t turn this story over to the administration, I will. And if they fail to investigate or refuse to take any action, the story will be printed in the Press. I will include all the names that are pertinent. Do I make myself clear?”
There was complete silence for a minute, Meyer asked, “Mr. Hancock, how do I know the girls are telling the truth?”
Chuck said, “Professor Meyer, there are at least six girls with the exact same story, they are willing to tell what really happened. Professor Lynch refuses to talk to us, he is a predator, and he needs to be stopped. You have until noon tomorrow or I go see the Dean of the school. If he refuses to do anything the story will run in the Press, just as Mike has written it.”
We heard a heavy sigh, “Mr. Hancock, I feel like this is dangerously close to blackmail.”
Chuck’s face turned red with anger, “Look here Meyer, this is not even close to blackmail. If you weren’t such a chicken shit teacher, you would be teaching your students that even the unpleasant stories need to be pursued. I can only assume that you are covering for your friend, and if that is the case you deserve to be investigated by the administration too. I find it very ironic that all this is happening in an ‘ethics’ class. For the last time, you have until noon tomorrow.” Chuck hung up the phone.
He grinned as he sat back in his chair and said, “Well kid, now we wait.”
About 2 hours later the phone rang, Chuck answered, “Chuck Hancock.”
He snapped his finger at me and motioned for me to come to his desk. He said, “Yes I will hold.”
He switched the phone to speaker, “Mr. Hancock, this is Dr. Fillmore. Dean at the University of Memphis.”
“Yes Dr, what can I do for you?” Chuck said as he gave me a wink.
Dr. Fillmore said, “I just spoke to Professor Meyer, he told me about the story one of our students has written. I want you know that I am very disturbed by the allegations.”
Chuck said, “Dr Fillmore, I have talked to the writer, and I have also interviewed the girls. I believe them. At the very least, there needs to be an investigation.”
“You are absolutely correct Mr. Hancock, as of this minute both Professors Lynch and Meyer have been put on administrative leave pending the outcome of the investigation. Should the allegations be true, they will both be dismissed.” Fillmore told us.
Chuck gave me a satisfied look, “Thank you, Dr. that is all we wanted from the start. These girls are doing well in all their other classes. I think you will find them very credible.”
“Yes Mr. Hancock, I have already reviewed their school records. I think this will be a short investigation. Off the record, I just want you to know that since I took over here at the start of the school year, there have been a few other cases similar to this one that I have had to deal with. My predecessor seemed to look the other way for quite some time; I would like you know that I will not be following his example.”
Chuck said, “Thank you, Dr. Fillmore. Rest assured I will not publish the story. I am glad that you are taking this seriously.”
Fillmore said, “Yes, I most assuredly am. Once I finish my investigation, I will send you an exclusive press release. I want you and Mr. Jennings to be the first to run the story in the Reporter and in our college paper. I want every other professor to know that this behavior will not be tolerated.”
Chuck gave me a thumbs up, “I appreciate that Dr.”
Dr Fillmore added, “Oh and Mr. Jennings, I assume I am on speaker. I am very proud of you for having the courage to bring this situation to my attention. I hope you are an example of the rest of our journalism students; despite the two instructors you have just had to deal with.”
I smiled, “Thank you, Dr. Fillmore.”
He said, “Thank you both, I will have my press release to each of you by the end of the week.”
We said, “Goodbye Dr.”
He replied, “Goodbye gentlemen.”
Chuck hung up the phone, “Well kid, you did pretty good. I’m proud of you too.”
I just stood there will a silly grin on my face. Chuck said, “It proves my gut was right about you when you walked in here last year.”
I said, “I’m just glad I didn’t piss you off that first week.”
He chuckled, “Just keep trusting your instincts and you will continue to not piss me off.”
I let out a deep breath, “Thanks Chuck, I still can’t believe that just happened. My heart is still beating a hundred miles a minute.”
He said, “Calm down kid, you will have a lot more moments like this in your career. It’s what makes this all worth doing. Besides, as soon as he sends us that press release, you will have a lot of work to do. We are going to print this story as ‘written by Mike Jennings’.”
I don’t think my smile could have gotten any bigger, I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Andrew about my day.
To be Continued…
