Author's note: This story contains several anti-gay slurs. This is not meant to insult anyone, but they are necessary for the telling of this tale. I hope that the reader can see past any offense he might take, and understand why they are integral to the story.
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There he sat, all alone. In a cafeteria full of other college students, he remained all alone. His name was Danny, nothing particularly notable or special, and the boy himself was hardly notable either. He was a bit taller than average, maybe six feet, with dark brown hair and sad brown eyes. He was wearing glasses, which set him apart, since most of the other guys - except for the geeks and nerds, of course - who needed corrective lenses wore contacts.
Thin he was, being naturally skinny, but the hollows under his eyes bespoke of meals skipped. His clothes hung on him, his belt having been tightened another notch, and his jeans, nominally a 32-inch waist, were bunched up at his belt.
Mary Margaret looked at him, as she left the serving line with her ugly yellow fiberglass tray. She had heard of Danny, of course, since
everybody
had heard of him. Famous on campus would be correct, but notorious would be the more accurate description.
Danny's notoriety began a month ago, even though the events which led up to it had happened earlier; they'd only come to light in early November. After three weeks of almost unrelenting horror and shame, things had settled down for him, as he went from humiliated to mocked to the much quieter stage of just being shunned.
She didn't know how many people felt sorry for Danny; surely at least some people did, but if they did, none of them sought to ease his loneliness or his pain. Mary Margaret was a good girl, obviously Catholic with a name like hers, and she could not only feel Danny's pain, but felt that she just had to help. Trouble is, she had felt that way from the beginning of his torment - they lived in the same coed dorm, girls on the even numbered floors and boys on the odd; she lived not only one floor above him, but in the room directly above his - but the ostracism he faced would fall on her, she feared, if she did anything to ease his pain. She had started looking for him in the cafeteria, but didn't always see him; from the look of his clothes, she knew that he'd skipped more than a few meals. That he was here, for supper, was less common than not.
How many times, she asked herself, had she thought of joining him for supper, or breakfast, just to be nice? It was hard to count, having not seen him at so many meals, but there must've been at least eight or ten in which she had the opportunity, but fear kept her from taking it.
What had Danny done? His problem was simple, that he was poor, poorer than a lot of other students. His solution to the problem had not been common. He had his dorm room paid for, and his meal card, good for two meals a day, six days a week, and perhaps 55¢ in cash. He had no allowance, and no job during the Spring semester, and jobs for college students were hard to come by. The ones which did open up were snapped up by better-looking guys or cute girls. Danny was desperate, and he did a desperate thing.
It was nothing for porn producers to hit college campuses, always looking for cute girls, and cute girls were everywhere. It was still a blur in his mind how he got involved, but when he did, it wasn't in a good way. Danny was straight, and he'd actually had a girlfriend not only in high school, but his first year in college. He wasn't a virgin, and thought that he had a respectable-enough looking cock, bigger than average, and looking bigger still on his thin frame. He thought, what the Hell, he was broke, he was desperate, and then, girlfriendless, he contacted the porn producers.
They liked Danny, but not at all for what he thought. He knew he could do a good job with some cute coed, and he'd seen enough porn to know that male actors didn't have to be particularly good looking. But while Danny got a role, it wasn't anything like he'd expected. He wound up in a series called Desperate College Boys, and it was gay porn. He was disgusted, but $5,000, in cash, sounded like amazing money to him. It was only a few hours, and it revolted him, and when it was over he was sore and sick. Still, no one he knew would ever see it. At worst, only gay guys would look at it, and he could always turn them down.
But that wasn't the way it went down. It was November 1
st
, when someone in his dorm saw it and recognized him. It was a straight guy, one not at all afraid to mock the queer, and all of a sudden everyone, guys and girls alike, saw the film. They saw Danny getting gagged, having some porn stud with about ten inches of cock, shoving it down his throat, balls deep, and they saw Danny crying and puking repeatedly from getting face fucked. They saw Danny get gang-banged, with four studs, two white and two black, taking turns reaming his ass while another one of them was ramming down his throat. They saw Danny shitting all over himself from the constant sodomizing. And they even saw one of his sodomizers, with shit visible on his cock, shove it right back down Danny's throat. Then, to end it all, they saw, on the video, the producer slowly counting out $100 bills to the brutalized, beaten up college student.
Mary Margaret knew all of that. She was a good girl, and didn't really care for porn, certainly not gay male porn, but it was all over the dorm, and it was like a train wreck, horrible to see, but something you just couldn't look away from. She'd seen his shame, and while the sex depicted was pretty revolting, what stuck in her mind was the look on Danny's face at the end of the film, as the pornographer counted out his money, and Danny then picked up his clothes, and walked out of the 'studio,' still naked, still with shit stains running down his legs.
Standing there, looking at Danny, trying to muster up the courage to go and sit with him, she was bumped from behind by a guy who'd gotten his food, and was trying to work his way around her. She almost lost her nerve, taking a couple of steps at a tangent away from Danny, when finally, finally! she managed to walk toward him.
The cafeteria was set up with a hundred or so four-person square tables, with wood-grain Formica tops and wooden chairs with ugly orange padded seats and back rests. Not only was Danny alone at his table, but none of the tables adjacent to his were occupied. The closest anyone sat to him was two tables away.
Mary Margaret could have taken one of the adjacent tables, which would have been seen as unusual now, but still safe for her reputation. Right up until the last second, she could still back out of this. She knew it, and was trying to keep up her courage. Finally she said it: "Danny, may I join you?"
Danny gave her a blank stare, not answering yes or no. She'd been seen talking to him, and overheard asking, so there was no turning back. When he didn't answer, Mary Margaret simply set her tray down and took a seat, not across from him, but at the 90º corner side.
"You sure that you want to be seen sitting with the fag whore?" Mary Margaret tried to read the emotion behind Danny's question, but his face was as blank as anyone's could ever be.
"I've heard the 'name' you get called, and I don't like it. That isn't the real you."
"It isn't? I let myself get raped on camera for cash, but I guess it wasn't rape, was it? Doesn't that make me a fag whore?" Danny's now-well-practiced poker face still betrayed nothing of his feelings.
