Getting Lonnie

By J. H. M. Fox

GETTING LONNIE is a story about 2 college freshman roommates in 1986. Lonnie is a thick-thighed handsome lacrosse student, and while he’s on an athletic scholarship, he’s having trouble with his studies. He’s the first in his family to go to college, so staying in school is not only important for his self-esteem, but for his family’s pride as well. If he loses his scholarship, he’s out on his butt.

His roommate, an art student named Aaron, secretly lusts after Lonnie, but doesn’t dare make a move. When Lonnie offers to pose nude for Aaron’s art sketches in exchange for help with his studies, one thing leads to another.

When word gets around campus that Aaron will help write term papers in exchange for certain “favors,” Aaron is hurt that Lonnie has been sharing their secret. Hurt turns to anger as a special new world opens up for Aaron, but he only wants to share this new world with Lonnie, who still seems emotionally out of reach—until Aaron discovers the truth about the rumors. One in the “Men in Lust, Men in Love” series of gay pulp-style novels by J.H.M. Fox.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. H. M. Fox
• Release date: Apr 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463969939

Book preview

GETTING LONNIE

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J. H. M. Fox

Men in Lust, Men in Love

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Gay Male/Male Romance

Gay Erotica

Explicit Language, Sexual Situations

First-time sexual discovery

HEA - standalone

No cliffhanger

Do not read if under the age of 18

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – Lacrosse Player in Need

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Chapter 2 – B+ is the Best

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Chapter 3 – A Model Example

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Chapter 4 – Payoff Time

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Chapter 5 – Spring Break Surprise

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Chapter 6 – William Blake in the Rare Book Room

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Chapter 7 – First Time for Everything

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Chapter 8 – Another B+ for Billy

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Chapter 9 – Back to the Rare Book Room

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Chapter 10 – Teacher Knows Best

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Chapter 11 – Homecoming

GETTING LONNIE

Chapter 1 – Lacrosse Player in Need

University of Louisville—1986

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This crap is just impossible, said Lonnie as he squirmed and writhed on his bed like a petulant child, letting out what Aaron thought was a sensuous sigh as he rolled over to face the wall, affording Aaron a stunning view of his magnificent ass that filled his workout shorts to the point that they looked like they were painted on.

Aaron was just a few feet away from that beautiful butt, on his bed in the dorm room they shared, his hand propping up his head as he lay on his side reading a book on Renaissance art.  But he might as well have been looking at it from as far away as Mars, given the differences between the two of them.

Having a few problems with your geometry studies? Aaron asked with a little chuckle.

Quick as a jaguar moving through the jungle, Lonnie flipped over and tossed his geometry book over at Aaron, who easily deflected it with a casual swipe of his hand, sending the book to the floor right by his bed.

I wouldn’t be so fucking in the weeds if you’d help me out every now and then. I know you get straight A’s in geometry.

Lonnie, you never asked me before.

Lonnie swung his legs around and sat up straight, his gray tank-top stretching across his broad muscled chest and well-developed pecs. Aaron found it hard to focus on his book when he was presented with Lonnie’s perky nipples shielded by the flimsy cotton tank-top.

"Well, I didn’t want to look like a dumb-ass who needed the help, but you could have offered."

I don’t mind helping, Lonnie, really.

Lonnie stood up and put his hands on his hips.

Aaron forced himself to avoid looking at Lonnie’s thick cock snaking down his right leg. The skimpy workout shorts did very little to hide the monster dick inside. Though he couldn’t look at his dick directly, it was very much in Aaron’s peripheral vision. Aaron felt his own cock stir at the very thought.

Lonnie’s earlier grumpy frown was replaced by a big smile.

Now we’re talking, Aaron.

All you had to do was ask, Lonnie.

Ask? You know how shy I am, Aaron.

Aaron snorted.

You’re about as shy as Genghis Kahn.

Very funny. Who’s Genghis?

Never mind.

When do you want to get started with the geometry?

Pick up the geometry book that you just threw at me.

Okay, I’ll be at your service.

Lonnie walked over and bent down to pick up his text book.

Looks like you knocked it under your bed.

Lonnie got down on his knees and reached for the geometry book halfway under the bed. His thick mane of sandy colored hair was just inches from Aaron’s face. He could smell the shampoo Lonnie used that morning. It was all Aaron could do not to reach out and lose  his fingers in that wealth of hair. Ever since he met Lonnie he wanted to get his hands tangled in that hair for an hour or two. But such a thing was nothing more than a dream...  at this point.

Lonnie pulled the text book from under the bed and sat back on his haunches.

What’s that you’re reading?

This is ‘The Florentine Painters of the Renaissance’ by Bernard Berenson, said Aaron.

Who’s Bernard Branson?

Berenson.

Like I said, Branson.

Aaron rolled his eyes.

He was Genghis Khan’s brother, stupid, he said. I have to read it for art class.

Art class couldn’t be any tougher than geometry.

That’s why I got a scholarship in the art department and you got one to play lacrosse. Nobody gets a scholarship in geometry.

Just us poor boys made it to college on scholarship, Lonnie laughed. But at least we’re here.

Yep, said Aaron, at least we’re here.

Hey, what’s this?

Aaron saw Lonnie’s eyes drop a couple of inches to his mattress. His throat tightened as Lonnie reached over and pulled a magazine out from under the bed.

As Lonnie started thumbing through the pages, his lips parted, his eyes widened. He looked up at Aaron.

So, this is what you’re into? Guys?

That’s not what you think, he said, trying to cover quickly.

No? Then what is it?

We, uh, have to paint nude models in class, but we only have two or three of them a month, so I picked that up so I could practice a little more.

Why didn’t you get a girlie mag instead of this one for queers?

We have to do male models as well as girls. Besides, I borrow your ‘Playboy’ mags you got lying all over the room when I want to practice on the female form.

Where’d you get this piece of filth?

That adult bookstore on the edge of campus.

I been in there.

I’m sure you have.

How come I never see you drawing?

Because you’re always out on the lacrosse field, not in here when I’m drawing.

Lonnie, still leafing through the porn rag, his eyes wide with more interest than Aaron supposed he would have, was still sitting back on his haunches, close enough that Aaron could smell his natural scent, just mixed in a little bit with the after-shave lotion he put on earlier that morning.

I’m not always out on the lacrosse field. I never saw you drawing, not once.

So what? I draw. That’s what art students do, Lonnie. You can just go fuck yourself if you don’t believe me.

I don’t ever come in and catch you jerking off, either, Lonnie said with an expression on his face that was somewhere between a leer and a smirk.

Well, I don’t do it as often as you, he lied.

You’ve caught me a couple of times, said Lonnie.

You’re blaming me for walking into my own room while you’re jerking off?

Lonnie shook his head and laughed innocently.

No, not blaming you. You remember that day?

Remember it? It was one of the most vivid memories Aaron had had in his entire life. The vision of Lonnie with his legs spread wide, his hefty ball sack covered with beautiful blond hairs and his thick fingers wrapped around his enormous cock was not something he was ever likely to forget.

If you’ll remember, I walked in and caught you bare-assed naked on your bed stroking your cock.

Yeah, I remember. I also remember you didn’t seem to mind when I didn’t stop.

Only because you said, ‘Mind if I finish? I’m almost there.’ And that’s a direct quote.

You sat on your bed and kept watching me.

What was I supposed to do? If we had a TV in the room, I’d have watched ‘Married with Children?’ while you jacked off.

You were a good buddy, though.

You didn’t seem to mind me watching.

You even got me a washcloth from the bathroom to wipe myself.

Aaron remembered the whole experience vividly. Lonnie had asked him to get a washcloth from the bathroom and he’d had to tear himself away long enough to go to the showers down the hallway. He remembered how fast he’d run down to fetch the cum rag, not wanting to miss any more of the show than he had to. He took the added precaution of picking up a clean towel as well, not for Lonnie, but for himself so he could cover his growing hard-on.

By the time he’d fast-walked his way back with the washcloth, he re-entered the room just at the point of Lonnie’s climax. His back was arched way up, his feet planted solidly on the bed and the cum was issuing forth in great creamy white spurts from his piss slit, covering his massive chest with the nectar of the gods while Lonnie let out with moans of released pressure and ecstasy.

Aaron was glad he’d thought of the towel, because his own cock was rock solid, and it was the last thing he wanted the lacrosse star to see.

As Lonnie relaxed, and whimpered, Aaron had gone over to his desk and sat down in his chair in a way that covered his own pulsing cock.

Here you go, Jerk Off King, here’s your cum rag.

He tossed the washcloth over to Lonnie, who caught it quickly with an outstretched palm.

Thanks, Aaron, Lonnie said with a smile, completely unembarrassed and uninhibited. You’re a good buddy. I’d do the same for you, he offered with a wink.

I’ll keep it in mind.

I can’t help myself, said Lonnie as he wiped up the mounds of cum pooled on his chest. A little bit of it had flown as far as his chin and Aaron watched in agony as Lonnie dabbed the little bit of cum off is chin with the washcloth—Aaron would much preferred to have licked it off with his own tongue. I have to jerk off at least twice a day. Drives me nuts.

It drove Aaron nuts having to watch this display of teenage sexual release at such close range.

He was suddenly jolted back into the present when Lonnie got to his feet, still thumbing through the rag. His crotch was just above Aaron’s face. He could see the outline of his man meat just inches away. Was it Aaron’s imagination, or was that thing of masculine beauty getting a little harder?  What was going on here?

I heard the models in those classes were all hot chicks.

Aaron shook his head.

Mostly, but the instructor has guys come in every now and then, says there’s much more definition on their bodies than with girls.

Where does the instructor get the models, the male models, I mean? Anybody here on campus?

No, he might, but I think he brings them in from somewhere off-campus, in the town, I’m not sure.

Aaron was mightily relieved now that he had a feeling Lonnie was buying his line of bullshit, anything to get his mind away from the gay porn mag he was so eagerly flipping through.

You sure you use these pictures to draw? You’re not into guys?

Strictly homework, that’s the truth.

Lonnie gave him a skeptical look from under his brows and a wily smile.

I don’t know why you’d draw these pathetic queers. Look at them. No meat on their bones.

I’m just trying to get through art school, that’s all.

They don’t even have good bodies like mine.

Lonnie lowered the magazine and puffed out his already impressive chest.

No, not many guys have bodies as good as yours, Aaron admitted, and try as he could to hold it back, he could feel his dick getting harder by the minute.

Why didn’t you ever ask to draw me?

To tell you the truth, it never occurred to me. I didn’t think you’d be interested in posing for me.

I always thought it would be nice to have my picture drawn. I’ve spent a lot of time working out to get this body.

It shows.

Aaron kept mentally telling is dick: Don’t get any harder, please!

So, get your pad out and draw me.

What?

Hurry. Let’s do it.

Aaron pushed his Berenson book a little lower and held it in front of him to cover his increasingly hard dick as he got up and made his