Boxers and Panties!
           TJ Ryder
     http://www.sissytrain.com/


(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, of its accepting white students! One of whom wrote an
account of his experiences in a mostly black superstar fraternity.
I think it was titled "Sleeping with Giants!"
  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 at
Omega fraternity at the end of his classes.  Jan bit his lip
as Trebonne grinned, his huge hulking shape over his shoulder.

   "From Coach Jackson?  What they doin, recruiting you for
the football team?"

   "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 emailed 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.

   Slipping into only bikini panties and sandals, the preferred
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
boy 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 on a couple of show dates to social functions as
his girlfriend.  But he knew he couldn't keep his temper in check
and if he lost it he'd be in super trouble with the coach.

   As he was trying to phrase a response, 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, you ever meet Jermaine Robinson!"

   Peter just rolled his eyes and walked out.  'Well word's
spread I guess!'  And then the door opened, he heard a cane
tapping, and his blind roommate Robin walked in, tiredly
dropping his book bag on the bed!"

   "Your'e kind of late, Peter wants us all in maid costumes for
dinner service!"

   "(Sigh)  Sure, why not!"

   "Why are you late?"

   "No escort today, had to find my way back from East Wing,
across campus.  Got lost three times!  Almost got hit by a
car!"
  
   The slim blonde so much like himself except for his lack of
sight, 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 likes
me he'd like Robin!'

   "Robin, you hear anything about a big jock called Jermaine?"

   "Nope!"

   "Seeing anyone special?"

   "Yeah right!"

   "Well, I 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 to me?" 

   Jan paused.

    "uh huh, and your question if I heard anything means
he's some kind of monster!"

   "Nooo, well, not exactly.  Just some rough edges is all!"

   Robin smiled ruefully,  "you mean rougher than the gorillas here
at Omega?"

   "Yup," Jan said agreeably.  Robin moaned and smiled
ruefully.  Finally he sighed.

   "Why not!  He escorts me to East Wing and I don'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!"

   "What's the whole story?"

   "Well, he's gone through 5 whiteboys, 2 here at Omega, never
made it to the second date!"

   "Oh, good, 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 not put with Jermaine and he's in love anyway!"

   "I 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 it now!  All right, I'll try
meeting him at the coffee shop if he wants!"

   "Not on this campus, he's closeted up!"

   "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!"

   "So what are you going to tell him about me?"

   "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 know what?  You tell him about
my need for the East Wing escort gig.  That's the deal!"

   "You'll do it, then, for real?  I have to tell the coach something!"

   "Yes! I'll try it, just for one 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 said he'd
talk to him. He put the phone in Robin's half-hearted, palm-out
gesture.

   "Hello?" said Robin!

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

   "Um, yes, I'm Robin, Jan's roommate at Omega House!  Your name
is, Jermaine?"

   "Don't heard of me? And yo is 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'l 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!  An Yo look like Jan, how many white blonde boys
on campus, haw haw!"

   "And holding a cane!"  Robin smiled.  After they hung up,
Robin casually remarked he didn't sound that bad.  Jan just said nothing
and looked down at his book.

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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.

   "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 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, that's very common at Omega!"  Robin said, slowing down
as his cane found a step.

   "Well, there's that, but ah just don't want any 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!"

   "Jermaine, I am quite aware of that but we have just met!"

   "Ah knows dat, but... wait, here's the hall! Where yo sittin?"

   Robin touched his braille notebook.  "Seats 43b and 43c.  I sit in
43c.  You can drop me off and pick me up after class if you want
to!"

   "You don't sound like you 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 decided to take the seat
besides 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.

   "So you decided to stay!"  Robin smiled.

   "Ah know nothin about linguistics! But you wanted me to stay
dint you? Otherwise ah hang out outside!"

   "No,"  Robin said, putting a hand lightly on his forearm.
"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 brushing against
your arm 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!"

   "Well, Jermaine," he moved his lips closer to his ear and lowered
his voice, "you know of course in addition to being blind I am submissive
by nature like all the white boys at Omega!"  Jermaine's huge cock
swelled 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 jus cain't make it happen.
Even got booted out of Omega first night!"

   "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!"

  "Please, keep your voice down.  Why 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!"

   "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
looking at Robin thinking he wouldn't make it there either.

   "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 fifty minutes, okay!"

   "Okay!" he grumbled.

   "I promise afterwards we will work it out!" And then he
squeezed his giant calloused hand before putting it back on
his arm.

   To his 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.

   "Thanks so much for staying with me, Jermaine, " as class
ended and they waited for most of the students to rush out.

   "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.

   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 in 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 be drivin de finest ride in LA!"

    Robin silently added if he didn't get into any trouble.

    "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 knows dat, buncha nigga pussy bitches!"

   "But I'll only be a minute changing!"

   Jermaine turned his head,  "whatchumean?"

   Robin smiled, "I thought we had a date afterwards!  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 but
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.

   "Did you want to do that befo, on de drive back?"

   "Yes, but I knew you didn't want to seen with a white boy
right besides you!"

   "Haw, but now you a white girl! An hot, cain't bleve it!  Course
you got long hair, people think yo a girl inside a car anyway!"

   "Thanks, 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,
thinking of his holding Robin's cute firm butt with one of his big
hands, brushing up close, and cleared his throat.

   "Umff, We might meet some teammates there, plus jocks from Gym!"

   "That's 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!"

   "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 a very 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 insistent and finally he
moved closer

   "Can you move your seat back, all the way? Go ahead!"

   Fortunately it did slide back a ways.  Robin then moved to crouch between
his giant legs, then his torso against his massive trunk so that their
heads were almost on the same level.  With just his sheer dress and
slightly padded bra  between his muscle shirt, his skirt had raised
up so his pantyclad bulge was pressed against his bare belly where
his shirt had lifted up.  Robin sighed, and shocked Jermaine by pressing
further, kind of lightly grinding. He could feel his giant log inflate
and press out down one thigh inside his thin jeans against his bare leg.

   Jermaine lifted a massive hand to catch his poised fingertips as
they were about to touch his face by habit.

   Robin smiled, "I'm just going to lightly touch you!"

   Their faces close, Robin sensed his size, and raised his hands,
"Please, let me do this!"

  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.  Jermaine was put off at first by the dilated blue eyes
but then found them peculiarly fascinating by the way Robin's face
was so expressive and his eyes stayed the same as his fingers delicately
ran over him.  By this time they each could feel each other's erection!
Robin knew he would get one and felt a little slutty about displaying it
but there was no way of touching him without getting one.

continued in upcoming story