Dear Reader: This story will stand alone, but if you want to see how Bobby's uncle Charlie taught him what he needed to know about fags, you should read "Still in the Closet – Well Almost" and "Still in the Closet – Part 2."
It was nothing like I had expected. I was working my ass off on the practice field. I was not going to suit up for at least two years. Bigger guys were knocking me on my butt several times a day. When I wasn't kicking ass or getting my ass kicked I was in class or studying for exams. And I had to go to bed early! They called it a football scholarship but most of us had another name for it.
We had a curfew, but some of the older guys showed us how to get out for a few nights on the town. One spot was special fun. It was a strip club across the river. A long drive but the girls got naked quick and danced that way for a long time. Lots of tits and some pussies were hairy and others were shaved. They sold us beer when we showed them a fake ID. The girls wouldn't fuck but there were other ways to get off. Fags!
The older guys told us how to get a blowjob if we wanted one. A bunch of fags hung out at the back of the bar near the men's room and, if you looked over at them as you went in, one of them would follow you in and comb his hair while you were taking a piss. He would look at your dick and if you stroked it he would say something like "You look like you're about ready" or "I'll take care of that for you in the parking lot." Then you just followed him out the back door to the parking lot and got in his car and got a blowjob.
Some of my buddies tried it and it worked. I remembered going to Uncle Charlie's house last summer and he had a fag neighbor that he used to teach me all about fags. So I knew what to expect and how to handle them. The first time I followed one out to his car, we got in the back seat and I unzipped my fly and took out my dick. The fag started to stroke it and then bent over and started to suck it. He was pretty good – almost as good as Uncle Charlie's neighbor and I settled back and relaxed. When I got ready to come, I grabbed his head just the way Uncle Charlie had taught me and shoved my cock down his throat. He had nice, big, soft tonsils and when I pumped my load he took it all and didn't gag a bit. Then he said "Thank you."
As I was zipping up and getting out of his car, I saw a parking sticker on the window. It was for one of the numbered faculty parking lots at the college. Shit! This guy was a professor or something! I checked out the license plate and the next day I skipped a couple of classes to watch that particular lot. Sure enough, I saw the car and then the guy who had given me a blowjob the night before. I followed him into a faculty office building and then watched him go into an office. I knocked on the door and went in.
He looked up. "Can I help you?"
"Do you remember me?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No, I don't think so."
"You gave me a blowjob last night in the parking lot at that strip joint – called the Kitten Club or something like that."
He turned pale. I have heard about people who were frightened and turned pale but I had never seen it happen before. He started shaking his head no and he was almost trembling.
"There's some kind of mistake," he said.
"There's no mistake. I got other guys on the team who will say they saw you."
Uncle Charlie had taught me how to handle fags. You just took over. Told 'em what to do. He had told me that a lot of college professors were fags. This guy looked scared to death and ready to do whatever I wanted. If he taught classes that I could take I could get good grades without much work.
"Please," he said. "I'm trying to get tenure. I can't stand any scandal. Especially scandal with students."
"There won't be any scandal. Just take care of me. It'll be better for you anyway. You won't have to risk going out to that public men's room any more."
He looked down at his desk and said nothing. I could tell he was desperate to decide what he should do. I made it easy for him. I just whipped it out.
