Writing for Joe
“Hey, Matt!” Joe Monroe called out to the guy next to him at the table littered with
paper.

Joe looked over at the blonde boy next to him. They had been classmates for the
past three and a half years at Central College. Both were seniors looking forward
to graduating in five months. It was their third year together on the newspaper
staff. Joe was editor of the school newspaper, and Matt Adams was one of his
stellar reporters.

If there was a good lead, Matt was his go-to guy. He had scooped the story last
year of an alumnus hosting a wild party at his mansion after the homecoming
game. After hearing rumors around the school, he investigated and found out that
drugs and alcohol had been abundantly supplied to underage revelers. He took his
notes to the police. In return, he received first rights to all information on the
arrests.

As a result, the small town had its first real scandal in years. Matt had earned
himself a name at Central. Many admired his reporting abilities; others hated his
guts. Several students had been expelled because of their involvement, so there
were many students in the school who would like to have seen him hanging from
the rafters of the gymnasium.

The alumnus, Mr. Samuel J. Wellston, was a well-respected man in town. He
owned several car dealerships, and he was a major donor to the institution. Each
year he donated over $50,000 so the town could have a spectacular fire works
display on the Fourth of July. Wellston was not a man to be messed with. He had
power and money. However, he was now sitting behind bars in a federal
penitentiary as a result of Matt’s investigation.

“Yeah?” Matt asked as he looked over at Joe.

Matt admired Joe. Not just admired him, he had a huge crush on him.
Unfortunately, it was a one-sided affair.

Joe was an extremely good-looking black guy. He was incredibly smart, and he
had a wonderful sense of humor. He stood 6’2” and weighed around 175 pounds.
He had beautiful caramel skin.

He shaved his head, and had possessed a slight mustache and thin goatee which
added to his sexual appeal. Matt thought he looked a little bit like Usher, only
sexier.

Matt had signed up for journalism as a sophomore for the sole purpose of spending
at least one hour each day with Joe. Later, he joined the newspaper staff because
Joe was one of the top reporters. This year Joe was the editor. To please him, Matt
put in 110% on any story given him. When the story he did on Wellston last year
gained state wide attention, he was thrilled watching Joe’s reaction.

Working with Joe on the story had formed a special bond between them. They had
spent many hours at school working on the story and formulating plans to gain
information. Those months that they worked together were very satisfying for
Matt.

He didn’t care that he had become a celebrity in the town. The only thing that had
pleased him was seeing the excitement in Joe’s eyes. Joe had joined him when he
went to the police, and was there when the media interviewed him. He never tried
to take credit for the story. He gave Joe the byline, and he insisted he only acted
as an editor and confidante.

“I have an idea for a story,” informed Joe.

“Okay, let’s hear it,” replied Matt. Matt was thrilled. Anytime Joe suggestion might
mean the possibility of spending long hours together working on it.

“All right, but hear me out before you say no.” Matt’s attention was piqued. It was
the first time Joe had given him an option. Normally, the assignment was handed
to him, and he eagerly accepted.

“You know last year when you did the Wellston story?” he began. “Well, I think
another story might have come out of your investigation.”

“Okay, I’m listening,” replied Matt. It was beginning to sound interesting.

“You discovered that many of the students had engaged in sex at that party.” Matt
nodded. “No one really said much about it. They were more concerned with the
booze and drug angle.”

“I’m still listening,” replied an interested Matt. Sex. Yes! He liked the sound of it so
far. Working with Joe on a story about sex had a lot of possibilities.

“Several football players had been found in an upstairs bedroom. No one
mentioned it, but according to your notes, they were all naked,” he said
thoughtfully.

Matt could feel his cock start to harden. The image of hot football players naked in
bed was sending erotic images to his head. He remembered that witnesses said
that there were two separate bedrooms with sexual activity going on.

One room contained male and female students. However in the other room, only
guys were present. Some might have even been of high school age. He envisioned
hard cocks being sucked and firm asses being fucked.

“You with me, Man?” Joe asked, bringing Matt back to reality from his erotic
fantasy.

“Sorry, I’m still with you,” he replied as he pushed his hard cock down with his
elbow.

“I want you to do a little more research,” Joe continued. “Ask around and see if
you can find out who was involved. We might have a story here.

“I want to do an investigative story on sexual activity at Central. You know, the
usual- who was involved, how rampant it is, maybe staff involvement. We’ve got
to be very careful, though. If word gets out, we could be in a lot of danger,” he
warned.

“No shit, Sherlock,” laughed Matt. “After getting several of our popular students
expelled last year, if they find out I’m looking into their sex lives now, my ass is
grass!”

“All right. I’m just suggesting it right now,” remarked Joe. “Just think about it. I
haven’t decided on doing it yet. It is dangerous and there might be all sorts of
school rules we could be violating. I’m going to run this by Dr. Olsen and see what
he thinks.” Dr. Olsen was the journalism professor and staff adviser for the school
newspaper.

“Don’t go to Olsen yet,” pleaded Matt. He wanted desperately to do the story. He  
didn’t care what they uncovered. He just wanted to work secretively with Joe. It
could be a story that would require many hours alone with him.

Joe had never given any indication he might have played for the other side. With
his exceptionally good looks, girls were always hitting on him. There were many
times when girls would stop Joe in the halls and tell him they had a ‘story’ for him.
However, he would have to come to their apartment or dorm room at night for the
‘information.’

Joe would just laugh them off and tell them to speak to one of the reporters. He
would tell them his job was editor. He didn’t write ‘stories.’

He had a girlfriend, but they seemed to be more like friends than a serious couple.
Matt would see them holding hands occasionally, but they never kissed or
exhibited any displays of affection that would be expected of an ordinary college
couple.

“I have to go to Olsen,” Joe informed him. “There could be some serious liabilities
for the university if this story backfires.”

“Tell you what,” suggested Matt. “Let’s just nose around a little and see if there is a
story first. No use jumping the gun here.”

“All right. But at the first sign of trouble, the story ends,” Joe insisted. “You
remember the problems we had last time.”

“Yeah. First sign of trouble.” He made a slashing gesture across his neck. Joe
laughed.

“Come by after your last class tomorrow and we’ll talk about it,” he said. “When’s
your last class?”

“European Literature. I get out at two,” responded Matt.

“Good, my last class is at noon. See you at two.”

YES! There is a god in heaven! Matt screamed silently to himself.

“Sure, tomorrow after class.” He gave Joe thumbs up and walked out of the room.
He wanted to do somersaults down the hallway, but a janitor was busy mopping
the floor.

“Damn! That white boy is hot!” Joe thought to himself after Matt left the room.

Matt had become a close friend over the past year. Because of all the long hours
they had spent together on the Wellston story, he had developed a certain
affection for him. After months, that affection had taken deeper roots. It was now
bordering on love.

However, Joe wasn’t sure if Matt was gay. He had heard rumors for the past three
years, but he never saw anything unusual about Matt’s behavior. Anytime he saw
him outside of class, he was always with a girl named Jessica.

Matt did have a roommate the first year he was on the newspaper staff. Jake used
to wait around for him often, usually getting in the way. After a few months, their
friendship cooled. Jake never returned his junior year.

One of the rumors around school was that they had a terrible fight in the dorm
early one morning. It seems Matt walked in and caught Jake in bed with another
guy.

After years of writing stories from different viewpoints, Joe knew it  didn’t
necessarily mean a lovers’ quarrel had occurred. Perhaps Matt was homophobic
and he didn’t like having a gay roommate. He never asked him about it. It was
also around that time he was handed the Wellston assignment. He submerged
himself totally in the story.

At first, Joe loved Matt’s work ethics. He was hard-working and relentless in
gaining information. He was extremely intelligent. Joe had to do very little when
he edited his stories. They were always flawless, exhibiting an exceptional writing
style.

However, the more time they spent together, that admiration at some point
became deeper. Matt was a very handsome guy. He was 6’0’ tall and weighed
about 160 pounds. He had silky blonde hair that he wore slightly long and parted in
the middle. He had beautiful green eyes; eyes that would captivate a person.

There were many times Joe would sit and just stare into Matt’s eyes. He would act
like he was interested in what Matt was saying, but often he couldn’t remember
what he had said when the conversation ended.

Until he met Matt, he had never questioned his sexually. He knew from an early
age that he was straight, or so he thought. He had his first sexual experience at
fourteen when the girl down the street seduced him one day.

He had just finished mowing their yard one hot summer afternoon. When he
finished, he knocked on the door for payment. Tina, her sixteen year old daughter,
told him that her mother had left and would be back soon. She invited him in and
offered him a glass of iced tea.

He sat at the kitchen table waiting for his cold beverage. Tina brought it to him,
leaning over his shoulder and placing it on the table. Her tits rubbed against his
elbow as she rested them there for a second. Instinctively, he began to rub them
as his cock began to swell inside his thin shorts.

She noticed, reached down and rubbed it. It immediately swelled to a hard six
inches. She told him to stand and she pushed his shorts down. Kneeling to the
ground, she engulfed his hard cock into her mouth. After sucking him for a couple
minutes, she stood.

“Come on.” She grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to her room. Once there,
she removed her clothes, exposing an ample set of tits.

Joe got his first look at a naked girl. He was mesmerized with the dark rings
around her nipples and kinky hair covering her pussy. He removed his shirt and
stood before her totally naked. His hard cock jutted out, and he slowly stroked it.

She handed him a condom, and he clumsily opened it. After finally figuring out how
to place it on his enlarged cock, he pushed it down the entire length. She watched
in anticipation as he completed the task.

She went over to the bed and lay down, spreading her legs invitingly to Joe. He
walked over to the bed and mounted her. After ten minutes of ramming his hard
cock into her lusty body, he deposited a large load into the condom.
.
He lost his virginity that day.

Now the handsome white boy had entered his life, and he was beginning to
question his sexuality. After Tina, he had numerous sexual encounters throughout
high school and college; however, he found none of them satisfying.

It was just sex. He got more satisfaction from jacking off late at night in bed than
he did having sex with a girl. At least in bed, he could just roll over and go to
sleep. With a girl, she expected some kind of commitment. She wanted to display
him to her friends. She wanted him to take here places and buy her nice things.

He had been dating Marilyn, his current girlfriend, for five months. They fucked
often, but his heart wasn’t into it. He knew he was a lousy lay. It was nothing but
unfulfilled sex. They rarely showed any affection to one another. It was a
meaningless relationship.

He wanted more, and he was beginning to wonder if he could ever find fulfillment
with a girl. He didn’t want to be gay. There was too much of a social stigma
associated with being gay.

If his parents would continue to support him, he wanted to go to graduate school
next year. Some day he hoped to become an editor of a major newspaper. He  
didn’t think many major newspapers would hire a gay editor, though.

For now, though, he knew he had to keep his distance from Matt. He thought that
he could easily fall in love with him. He didn’t want that to happen. It would
produce too many problems. No, he couldn’t allow himself to fall in love with Matt.


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