Chapter 4 On a Mission

I was right. Jacob was a boy on a mission. He was going to get his man, me. It wasn't even an attraction anymore, or a school boy crush. It was millennial generation power. He was entitled to me, he owned me. I am a super hot, sexy boy--yes, he considered himself still a boy--no fucking teacher, especially one without tenure, is going to deny me. He's mine.

Jacob stalked me on the Internet and I was convinced he could break into his personal email account.

He got to know me very well.

Remember during the Starbucks encounter when Jacob made mention of the actor, craggy old William Holden? That was no coincidence. One time I posted an item on Facebook about William Holden and how I loved his performance in "Sunset Boulevard" and later "Network" with Faye Dunaway. And how Holden looked getting out of the pool at the mansion's swimming pool. I wrote:

I'm on a William Holden jag. Back to back, I watched "Network" and "Stalag 17." And of course "Sunset Boulevard." He was so handsome in the clothes that she bought. He said, "Oh, yes, and of course these palazzos had swimming pools." And when he had it cleaned up from the rats and debris, he emerged in the pool topless and he had an amazing chest. Years later he was perfect as the good guy (except for the cheating on his wife for Faye Dunaway) as the craggy, irascible older man. He's right up there with Brando and DeNiro.

Jacob found it.

He picked up on Facebook that he and another gay professor were rivals, competing in the internal politics of the department. The other professor was John Stone, about ten years older than me. He had beautiful salt and pepper hair, wearing it a little long. His trademark was that he always wore tightish blue jeans, always blue jeans, but he seemed to have a closet full of blue jeans of varying shades of blue. Distressed. Old Calvin Kleins. Different Levis numbers. But always snug, especially in the back. He seemed to have quite a thing for his ass, which was very nice, but turn around to his stomach and there was a bit of a paunch to him, one or two inches too big for Jacob's taste, but not a reason not to pursue. Especially if there was an ulterior motive.

Another key thing he found out about Stone: no wife, no ex-wife or ex-husband, no current boyfriend. A reputation for messing around with students in his classes, unlike me, and never seeming to get into trouble about it. The reputation included a desire to have cute boys at his size around campus and at social occasions. He'd usually select one boy for a semester to be his trophy boy.

Stone taught the more senior classes which might account for the competition between he and I. Seemed that Stone always beat me out for the senior classes which brought more prestige. I would tell people that I liked to teach the beginner's classes because the students were more of a challenge. It was for that reason that Jacob was not eligible for Stone's classes. Next year, though.

But, BUT, he was shadow directing a workshop play, meaning that a student was directing but Stone would be consulting with the student. Luckily, the shadow director was a friend of Jacob's, Billy. They had gone to the same high school on Long Island. In high school, Jacob had gone after Billy but Billy was stone straight. How dare him. He was too hot to be straight. But he dated a series of the hottest girls in high school and now in college. Back in high school, after several tries by Jacob to entice the guy, Jacob was about to give up.

One day Billy had sat down next to Jacob in the cafeteria and got very close to Jacob's ear, so close Jacob could feel John's hot breath. Jacob pulled his chair into the table because he knew he was going to have a hardon. It was halfway already. He said the following, "Jacob, you are a very attractive man. And I have loved your advances. It's been very sexy and flattering. If I wanted to try things out with a guy, it would be you in a second. But I am straight. Really straight. I know you guys on your team don't believe it, want every cute guy to be gay, but, trust me, I am straight."

Jacob responded by placing his hand on John's knee and saying, "You're right. I have a little crush on you. But that was a very sweet way to let me down. I won't bother you like that anymore."

"It's no bother. I'm not like some of the other guys here who are nervous around people on your team. I am very secure with who I am. After that Jacob and Billy became fast friends. He would even introduce Jacob to guys who he knew to fake straight but their dicks in the gym shower room told the true story.

So, Jacob had a plan. He would audition for the play and seduce the shadow director through Billy. He'd be his eye candy around campus for the semester. His mission was to make Anton jealous. He was convinced that the jealousy would draw Anton into bed.

The play was "Glengarry Glen Ross," a play by David Mamet, about the real estate business and how ruthless the salesmen were towards each other. It was perfect for Jacob because of his preference to play dark. And all the characters in "Glengarry" were either dark and mean, or pathetic (Jack Lemmon in the movie). There were no happy scenes in the play, nothing for him to add to his "Happy Days" journal.

The movie version was the first major role for Kevin Spacey, and he was the real villain in the play. But it was fortunate for Jacob that the audition piece was the Al Pacino role, Tony Roma, the mobster like salesman, whose idea of a sentence is a noun and a verb and any form of "fuck."

Jacob practiced in his bedroom playing to the mirror. His roommate heard him yelling and cursing and hitting things, and knocked on my door, "Is everything OK?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I'm rehearsing," Jacob responded in a raspy voice because the yelling stressed his vocal cord.

His roommate once walked in on him when he was rehearsing and Jacob heard him muttering, "Next semester, a normal roommate." Jacob laughed.

"What's the fucking point in any case...? What's the point. I got to argue with you, I got to knock heads with the cops, I'm busting my balls, sell you dirt to fucking deadbeats money in the mattress, I come back you can't even manage to keep the contracts safe, I have to go back and close them again...Whatthefck am I wasting my time, fck this shit. I'm going out and reclose last week's...

"Fck you. Fuckin' Shiva handed him a million dollars, told him "sign the deal," he wouldn't sign. And Vishnu, too. Into the bargain. Fck that, John. You know your business, I know mine. Your business is being an asshole, and I find out whose fucking cousin you are, I'm going to go to him and figure out a way to have your ass... f*ck you--I'll wait for the new leads."

He had taped his scene into his cell phone. He plopped on the roommate's bed and watched his rehearsal on the phone. In the middle the roommate came out of the bathroom with a towel around. Jacob was like in a trance listening to himself. He could barely hear or see the roommate telling him to move off his bed. The roommate finally pulled him up and towards his own bed. In the middle of the short journey his towel fell off. Rather than covering himself up he was intent on moving Jacob to his part of the room. Maybe it was punishment for Jacob. This is one dick you're not going to suck. One dick that's not going to fuck your bubble butt. It wasn't that the roommate disliked Jacob or that he frowned on gay people. He was just playing. Jacob was playing back.

Jacob was pushed onto his bed, ass first. He took his earphone off and looked roommate up and down. "Man, roommate," Jacob said. "I am really insulted."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked as he turned around to get his towel.

Jacob appreciated the view of roommate's ass. "I'm insulted because your huge dick is still soft."

"You are not my type, Jacob," he said. "You know that. I'm straight. You fucking guys think everyone's gay." Jacob started laughing hysterically. The roommate moved back in front of Jacob and took his towel off and motioned to make the 8 inches of his cock sway back and forth in front of Jacob. "Besides, I'm not you type either. I mean, like, I'm under 40 years old. That's what you go after, right?"

"Well you gave me something to jerk off to tonight. Except I'll make you 40-years-old, graying at the temples, married, but your wife's pussy is so loose that you can't cum in it. So you'll fuck me then. At least that's what I'll fantasize." He gestured for him to look down at him. "Look my cock is getting hard, already. Can I use the bathroom for a little bit?"

"Fuck, you are hopeless."

#

Jacob was right. I would be jealous of John Stone.

On a Saturday night, Dan, Richard and I went to a screening of the old movie "Boys in the Band." It was that movie from the 60's about the birthday party for a gay man with his gay friends--if they really were friends--they were so mean--in the Village in New York City. It was having something of a renaissance coming with its anniversary.

The three of us were talking incessantly, and Richard and I were actually getting along. Joking, gossiping, camping it up, meaning that we were acting more gay and flamboyant than usual, you know what I mean, girlfriend? Let's get it on. We were getting into the spirit of the movie in all of its nasty ways. The seats of the theater in the student union were pretty well full, but in true gay fashion it was starting late, and later, and later. I kept looking back towards the projection room.

And then a few rows behind us and to the left, I saw them. John and Jacob laughing it up, with John kissing Jacob, and Jacob returning the lip service. I only watched for an instant but it looked like Jacob's face was having pleasure moments like he was being played with down under.

"Oh, fuck," I said out loud, and loudly. People around him turned to look at him. Jacob was monkeying with my inner monologue. Richard heard me first and asked what was wrong. "Nothing," I answered. And then Dan asked me what was wrong. "Back there," I answered. "It's Jacob back there. He's with John Stone."

"Well, that figures. John is always looking for student eye candy, trophy boys."

"Yeah. I shouldn't be surprised. And of course Jacob would be here."

"Take that as good news. He's got someone new." In agreement, Richard held his hands up as in What the Fuck. Dan whispered into Richard's ear. Richard nodded, yes, to me. "He'll leave you alone, now."

"I don't know." I was all of a sudden very anxious, and when I get anxious, I have to pee. Just then, the lights went low. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I got there the urinals were taken so I went into the cubicle. I finished my business and turned around and, of course, Jacob was there.

I made a disgusted face. "Excuse me, sir," he said as he pushed himself inside, pushing me against the wall. "Hi, Jacob," I said trying to regain my level composure. I was trying to push myself out of his way so he wouldn't feel me up. And so I wouldn't feel him up. But this was a pretty tight space. He looked down towards my crotch. And he reminded me that I had "better zipper up."

I said back, "You better make sure to pee in the toilet."

"I heard you like boys to pee on you."

"Shut the fuck up."

"See you in class, teach."

"Enjoy the movie. I guess it was made before you were born."

Halfway in, I was able to enjoy the movie. Afterwards, we went to Dan's and Richard's. We talked about how different it was to be gay now compared to then. "They were so mean to each other back then," Richard said.

"It was a mean time then," I said. "The closet was a very bad place. Scary. Caused people to be so hateful. Gay bars were constantly raided. Men arrested in public bathrooms. Remember Walter Jenkins?" I asked Richard.

"Uhm no."

"He was a close aide to Lyndon Johnson when he was President. And he was arrested sucking cock in a Y bathroom, or something like that."

"Thanks for the history lesson, bitch," teased Richard.

"Are you over your Jacob siting. At least you didn't have to say `hi.'"

"Oh yes I did. When I went to pee he followed me into the bathroom and pushed his way into the cubicle with me."

"Let's hope that this is real, with him and John. At least for a while."

"I don't think so. This is not self-glorification because Jacob's pursuit of me has nothing to do with me. No matter how handsome and hot I am. It's all about entitlement. He went after me and I denied him. He's dedicated to have sex with me, meaningless sex. We'll do it once or twice and then he'll be done with me."

"He's really gotten into your head," Richard said.

"Well, yeah. He's cute as hell. And I am horny as hell. And I can't mess around with him. And I want to but I can't. It's very, fucking, frustrating."

"What about playing one of his own games with him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Pick out another cutey in the class and make him your teacher's pet."

"That'll just make him more mad."

"That's OK." The debate about Jacob continued through another round of drinks. I looked down at my watch and told them I had to go home and walk Max.

"Take an uber, Anton. Be safe."

But talking about being horny got me horny. I snuck into a bar a few blocks away and sat at the bar. I worried that I had drunk too much already and ordered a cranberry juice. The bartender hit me with that line from "The Departed." "What's it your fucking period?"

"Yeah," I answered in a distracted way. I went onto Grindr to see if I could find a trick for the night, or for an hour. The app was very busy and fast paced. I focused on two guys. One called himself "Sonny Boy," and he described himself as, "Daddy issues here. Looking for a daddy for the night. Total bottom. 22-years-old, I swear. 5'11" Nice arms but no washboard abs. Not a huge cock but a wonderful bubble butt." He had two pictures of his body in a swimsuit an another playing softball.

The other one said he was older, 32, but his picture made him look very cute and young. His description was a little more polite than Sonny Boy's. Rare for Grindr, he said his name was "Tim." He said he was a "Nice guy looking for a nice guy."

I wasn't looking for a relationship so I started with the 22 years old boy "It says you're 22," I wrote. "For real?"

"Yeah, for real dude. When we meet you can check my license."

"Well it's always inflated or deflated here. One time a guy told me was 20 and it turned out he was 16."

"You on here a lot?"

"No, not really. But I am really horny."

"What did you do with the 16-year-old?"

"When I got to his place, which was his parents' house, he started to take his clothes off as soon I got in the door. What a cutey he was. 5'9" Very well endowed for a 16-year-old. I got a huge hard-on, but I passed, and"

"And?"

"I jerked off in my car. Couldn't wait to get home to shoot my load."

I hooked up with Sonny Boy at his place which was pretty close to Richard's. He did look like he was about 22. I asked him if he was a student at the school. He said he graduated from Dartmouth a year earlier. He approached me and kissed me on both cheeks and pulled off my sweater and then shirt. He licked my nipples and then bit them. I made noise and he moved one hand to my crotch. "Hmmmmmm," he said. "Well you did say you were horny."

Sonny Boy, really Thomas, stuck his tongue in and my mouth. I closed my eyes and I could feel him undoing his belt and pants. When his pants dropped to the floor I felt his cock through his underwear. It felt like it was bigger than mine. "Nice," I said.

"I'm glad you approve." I got on my knees and started to blow him. He held onto my head moving it back and forth, like I don't know how to suck a cock. I don't like that. Definitely a turn-off. Made me stop blowing him. I stood up and whispered in his ear that I didn't like that. "Sorry. Let's do something you like."

He turned me around and got down on his knees and separate the globes of my ass. He licked it up and down slowly and said sensually. "You like?"

"Me likee." He stood up behind me after a few minutes of eating my ass. He rubbed his cock up and down my crack and then pulled it apart so he was rubbing against my hole.

It turned out to be an express hook-up, just sucking and rubbing and him cumming and me cumming. He looked sad as he watched his cock deflate. "That could have been nice but both of us wanted to get the job done and kiss-kiss goodbye."

"Yes, sorry. I have to go home and walk the dog."

He looked a little pathetic and said, "Could we try this again? Maybe on a lazy Sunday afternoon." Pause. I'd like to meet your dog.

"Sounds great, yes." I wrote my number on a magazine cover. But it was the wrong number. It's not that I didn't like him. He was nice and cute and had a nice body and by the looks of the movies and books on his bookshelf, he was either smart or knew enough to feign smart.

The next day I walked with Max back to his house and left a note of apology and my real number. He never called me. I calculated the score: smallish dick + he's a liar. That explains it.