My name is James Lane, and I am a 23-year-old black man. I recently graduated from university and learned the biggest, hardest lesson of my life. It took me a while to author this story. Transcribing my experience into words forced me to relive this awful, embarrassing tale. This is a story of how my little, tiny babydick was exposed to my university campus.
Beginning of high school in 2012, I was out of shape and constantly neglected my body. I told myself enough was enough after I had trouble walking up the stairs. It was embarrassing, and I wanted to live a healthier life. My weight held me back from different opportunities. I was almost certainly a hot guy, but my body was my own worst enemy.
It prevented people from seeing how sexy I truly was. I was highly motivated and worked out every single day. It was bitter work, but the reward was valuable. I managed to do it. I learned I can be successful in any area. I just needed to put my mind to it. The power of the mind is capable of anything. I had a powerful gut, strong legs, and muscular arms. I looked like a powerlifter!
I became slightly addicted to working out but wanted something else to fill my time. In my sophomore year, I joined the football and wrestling teams. By my junior year, I was the star quarterback. Everyone in high school loved and respected me. Before I shaved off the weight, I was bullied severely. Now, no one messed with me.
I aggressively told people I didn't have the time of day for them. I didn't want any distractions. I was serious about one day playing in the NFL. Unfortunately for me, I became really cocky and judgemental. I thought I was better than everyone and consistently rejected girls. I'm not wasting my time for girls who aren't even at my level.
My football career took an indefinite pause after I discovered Rugby. I signed up for the local team in my hometown. I thought it would be interesting and fun. I always dreamed of playing in the NFL but thoroughly enjoyed myself more with Rugby. After the season ended, I wanted to continue professionally.
I used everything I learned from working out, football, and wrestling--yes, I was a jack of all trades, to play for a university team. I sacrificed my entire senior year toning my body, practicing my form, and perfecting my skill set. In 2016, I graduated from high school and was admitted to Birmingham University. I was also selected to join their Rugby team. I was excited for this opportunity but wasn't surprised. I knew I would be playing for a university. I was 19 years old when I started university.
The universe plays for my team. It was obvious I was a gifted athlete and Rugby player. Fast forward four years later, it is now my senior year of university. I am now 23 years old. I was having the time of my life. I had an adventurous and fruitful social life with many friends and fans.
I couldn't keep up with how many people wanted to hang out with me. I had to keep a mental list. I would frequently tell people they needed to give me a reason to invite them into my circle. I was very selective because most people did not meet my expectations. I wasn't dating anyone either.
I knew better than to waste my time with some bimbo who didn't deserve me. I was too perfect for anyone. I not only rejected girls and told them they were not good enough, I always played pranks on them. My all-time favorite prank was on Samantha Carter at the annual beach trip. She was one of the cheerleaders. She was an interesting character but didn't quite fit in with this crowd. This lifestyle isn't for everyone. She was quirky and cute. She didn't seem to have too many friends. I really had a huge crush on her.
She approached me months before the beach trip. She said she was interested in me. I told her to find someone more suitable for someone like her. I said there were many great guys in the chess club. I personally needed a girl who was at my physical level.
Externally, I was going through extreme lengths to protect my image from everyone. Internally, I felt guilty because I wanted to date her. She was very cute, intelligent, and interesting. I had a dark secret that would ruin my reputation. No one could find out, so I managed a believable façade.
We remained friendly after, but it was awkward. She told everyone what I said. Most people didn't care, but some were saying I was a huge jerk. That was unacceptable. I came up with a plan to teach her a lesson. When it comes to private matters, she should keep her mouth shut, despite how heartbroken she was.
It was time, the annual Rugby beach trip was happening in August. It was the time to bond with new team members and cheerleaders. I watched Sam as she was playing volleyball. This was my chance, I needed to do it soon. I walked up to her and told her I wanted to talk to her. She looked suspicious but also filled with joy. I walked her to the table where we had food. I offered her a hotdog. I apologized for being such a jerk to her. She said she accepted my apology. She said we should just start over. I agreed with her with a heart-filled smile. We hugged. She looked so happy. I couldn't wait to smack that stupid smile off her face.
While she was eating, I yelled, "psyche bitch," and undid her bikini top.
I cooped up this vengeful plan. But honestly, I just wanted to see her bare chest. I was curious what she was hiding from everyone. As her bikini top came off, these voluptuous breasts sprung out. My jaw dropped. I was surprised because Sam was very flat-chested. This whole time, I thought she had pancake titties. I couldn't believe how huge they were. Her delicious nipples were hard, probably from hugging me. I started getting a boner underneath my trunks. I dodged a bullet because no one could tell I was hard.
It was hilarious seeing her huge boobs exposed to the team, cheerleaders, and average beachgoers. The other cheerleaders were giggling, and my teammates were gawking at her ample bosoms. They were losing their shit over this. Most of them were laughing excruciatingly hard, while some looked up at her sympathetically. She was distraught and tried to cover them up. As she did that, I kicked her ass, so she fell hard on the sandy floor.
She was horrified. Her perky, tight ass was up in the air facing a laughing audience. While this may have been cruel, I wasn't done yet. The finale was ready for her. I ripped her bikini bottom off her, which gave her newest fans a hilarious view. Her tiny ass was completely exposed to everyone. She stood up and spit sand out of her mouth. We had a good view of her juicy vulva.
She wiped her face and began to sob uncontrollably. She had thick tears rolling off her puffy eyes. She looked down and covered her pussy. She ran off away from the cheering crowd. Her butt bouncing was the highlight for me. It was the best part. This was unforgettable because the majority of attendees filmed the entire event with their phones. It was a viral sensation for Birmingham's campus. One of the cheerleaders gave her a towel and her swimsuit back. She left the party right after. She couldn't even look me in the eye.
Well, it was entirely her fault. This was a lesson for Sam, but for everyone else to see what happens when you mess with me. I ain't playing games here. I was proud of myself. My best friend, Rick Garver, told me what I did was awfully wrong. I told him to lighten up because it was all in good fun. Him and I didn't talk much once the fall semester started. Whatever, it was his loss.
The Rugby coach, Spencer Whitman, did have a talk with me after the trip. He told me my behavior was inappropriate. The team represents and reflects the values of the university. This was an inclusive and welcoming campus. Bullying and hazing wers strictly prohibited and unallowed. This was a waste of time and wanted him
to shut up. I didn't seem to care, which he quickly noticed. He questioned how I would feel if someone did that to me.
I told him I wouldn't care because no one had anything on me. It was clear he was angry with me. He wanted to suspend me from the team but wouldn't because the team would be nowhere without my talents. I was the reason he still had a job, and he knew it. I had unspoken power over him.
He was letting me off the hook this one time, but if anything happens in the future, I will automatically be kicked off the team. There was a new zero tolerance policy for bullying and hazing. As he left, I rolled my eyes at his absurd, new rules. How dare he treat me like a subordinate. I am doing only what he dreamed of doing. That's why he is a teacher. As they say, "if you can't do, teach."
