Andrew and I followed Mon and Aunt Janet to Jackson, we helped them unload mom’s things and get her settled in. We headed back to Memphis, I was looking forward to getting back to normal with Andrew, it had been almost two weeks since we had been together alone. Once we got to our place we began to unpack, and Andrew was starting to wash a load of laundry.
“Hey Andrew, what would you like for supper?”
“I don’t know, what do we have?”
I was looking through the fridge and cupboards, “um, we don’t have anything.”
“Oh yeah, 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 subs?”
“Sounds good Mike, I will keep the laundry going.”
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?”
“I am in here.”
I walked to bathroom, Andrew was in the tub, holding his hard cock, “I found this while I was unpacking, do you want to help me clean it up?”
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, I said, “let’s finish cleaning up and take this to the bedroom.” A few minutes later we were drying each other off and Andrew was chasing me into the bedroom. He gave me a shove and I landed on the stomach with my ass in the air, Andrew instantly drove his tongue straight into my hole. I reached back to spread my cheeks to give him the better access, God it felt so good. After he had my ass good and wet, he flipped me over and wrapped his lips around my aching cock, I pulled his leg around so I could suck his dick too. Just as we were both ready to explode, Andrew pushed my legs up so he could give my hole one more lick. He moved up to kiss me, and I felt his hardon against my hole, I spread my cheeks and he slowly pushed in and, I felt his nuts bounce on my ass.
“Oh God Andrew, you feel so good inside me, I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, Mike.” 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 Andrews stomach and chest. We shared a deep passionate kiss and laid there holding each other. 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 about my mom and told me that I could have more time off if I needed.
“Thanks Chuck, I really want to get back to my routine, I am looking forward to classes starting too.”
“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.
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 your next chapter for tomorrow and, Miss Larson will 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 the arm. I was headed out the room I heard him say, “remember what I told you?”
I waited outside the door, she was crying as she left the classroom.
“Fran are you ok?”
She was a little startled, “Yes, I will be fine.”
“Fran, if he hurt you, we should go tell someone.”
“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.”
“He can’t do that, we need to report him to the Department Head.”
“I tried that already, he just told me that I must have misunderstood.”
“Come on Fran, let’s go have a cup of coffee and talk, we have to figure this out.”
She gave me the names of two more girls Professor Lynch had blackmailed into dating, 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 story. A week later I had written it all up in a story and I took it to my college paper editor, Professor Meyer, for approval to print it in next week’s edition. The next day he called me into his office, “Mike, you know I can’t print this story.”
I asked, “why not?”
“Well for all I know, it may not be true. It is their word against his, I will believe a college professor over the word of a few teenage girls.”
“I have six to seven girls telling me the same story, four of them are willing to go public, that cannot be a coincidence.”
“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.
“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 have written, so him 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, “Hey kid, get your head in the game, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Sorry Chuck, what would you do if Fred wouldn’t let you print an article that you knew was a good story?”
“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, after he 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 some “he said, she said bullshit”. Right?
“Exactly.”
“If you go to the administration, they will tell you the same thing.”
“That’s what I figure.”
“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 believe them 100%. I even saw him talk to one of the girls myself.”
“Kid, do you think the girls will talk to me?”
“I know the four will, I would have to ask the others.”
The next couple days, Chuck made time for me as we talked to the girls and got the same story, Chuck said, “It sure looks like you covered all your bases.”
“Well, I think I did everything you taught me.”
“Does the professor know you are on to him?”
“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 call.”
We called Professor Meyer, “I think you should reconsider Professor Meyer, or at the very least, you should turn the story over to the administration so they could investigate.”
“I have already told you Mike, this story will not be run, I still believe a fellow professor over a couple girls who are failing his class.”
We were on a speaker phone and Chuck had let me all the talking, after we got nowhere with Professor Meyer, Chuck finally said, “Professor Meyer, this is Chuck Hancock with the Memphis Reporter, 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 Reporter, and I will include all names that are pertinent. Do I make myself clear?”
There was complete silence for a minute, “Mr. Hancock, how do I know the girls are telling the truth?”
“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, and if he refuses to do anything the story will run in the Reporter, just as Mike has written it.”
We heard a heavy sigh, “Mr. Hancock, I feel this is dangerously close to blackmail.”
Chuck face turn 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 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.
“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, “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.
“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.”
“Dr Fillmore, I have talked to the writer, and I have also interviewed the girls, I believe them. There at the very least needs to be an investigation.”
“You are absolutely correct Mr. Hancock, as of this minute both Professor 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.”
“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 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.”
“Thank you, Dr. Fillmore, rest assured I will not publish the story, I am glad that you are taking this seriously.”
“Yes, I take this sort of thing very seriously, and once I finish my investigation, I will send you an exclusive press release. I want you and Mr. Jenkins 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.”
“I appreciate that Dr.”
“Oh and Mr. Jenkins, 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.”
“Thank you both, I will have my press release to each of you be the end of the week.”
“Goodbye Dr.”
“Goodbye gentlemen.”
Chuck hung up the phone, “well kid, you did pretty good, I am proud of you too.”
“Thanks Chuck, I can’t believe that just happened, my heart is still beating a hundred miles a minute.”
“Calm down kid, you will have a lot more moments like this, it is what makes this all worth doing. Besides, as soon as he sends that press release, you will have a lot of work to do. We are going to print it “written by Mike Jenkins.”
I don’t think my smile could have gotten any bigger, I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Andrew about my day.
