Bronson DuBois was on cloud nine when he received a letter from Chancellor Chadwick’s office informing him that because he would be graduating with a 4.0 in his major, that he had been multiply recognized for his efforts in creating policy that would foster inclusion for LGBT students at Parnell University in his position of president of the Pride Alliance, and because of his honorable service in the National Guard during a time when the state needed his service, he would be asked to speak as the class valedictorian at commencement.
It didn’t take long for him to call his boyfriend of six months, a dedicated student he met through the Pride Alliance, to let him know of the accolade. Jimmy’s immediate response was that they needed to celebrate this triumph by having lunch at Club Skye, two blocks away from campus. Bronson liked the idea and asked Jimmy to make some reservations.
As he hung up his cellphone, he looked around his dorm room at some of the free things he’d received over the years between activism and his military service. One of his proudest moments was a picture he took with the chancellor on the day he signed a proclamation in the form of an “LGBT Bill of Rights.”
The tradeoff to the proclamation was having to be watched over by campus police due to an overwhelming number of death threats that befell the chancellor, Bronson, Jimmy, and the Pride Alliance.
Three weeks after the proclamation was signed, he was leaving campus one afternoon to find a typed note placed under his wipers. It read:
“Faggots like you don’t belong at this university. We were just fine before you and your ilk came around. Fuck your proclamation and fuck the chancellor. We know you’ve been asked to speak at commencement. We won’t allow a faggot to represent the class of 2018 at the podium. Go suck another dick.”
Naturally, Bronson was extremely on edge and panicked. He put the note in his pocket and walked around his car to see if it seemed tampered with. He then proceeded to call campus police to inform them of the note and help verify that his car hadn’t been tampered with.
When the dispatcher heard the name, he relayed the message to the chief of police, who then dispatched three officers to investigate. One of the officers took the note from him and promised to investigate. His car hadn’t been tampered with and they watched as he left campus to ensure his safety. On his way home, he called Jimmy to let him know about the note. When Jimmy asked if he still planned on going to commencement, Bronson replied with a sharp, “Nobody is stopping me from giving my speech.”
Over that week, the news of the note had made it around campus. It wasn’t a secret that Bronson was going to be speaking at commencement and he was well-known around the school.
Two weeks before commencement, campus police called Bronson to let him know that three arrests had been made in connection with the note. He also offered to escort him, his boyfriend, and their families to the commencement due to the number of death threats that had come in.
The morning of commencement, Bronson and Jimmy were picked up from Bronson’s dorm room, which had been mostly picked up and almost ready for inspection. They discussed the security protocol and where the two would sit once they arrived.
Upon arrival at commencement, the officer told him, “We have officers, both uniformed and plainclothed throughout the arena. They know who you are and will be watching out. Congratulations and enjoy the ceremony.” They shook hands as both Bronson and Jimmy exited the cruiser and walked in holding hands.
They approached the table where they would would pick up their commencement guide and pronounciation card. The girl at the table looked at them both, smiled and said, “I don’t think you two need these cards.” She gave them both hugs as she looked at Bronson.
“How’re you feeling after that note you got?”
Bronson had fielded this question from reporters, the student newspaper, and his family alike. He started to give a canned answer, but this woman was the leader of the Parnell College Democrats. His face read that he was nervous, but he simply replied, “I was shook up, but I’m here, I’m walking, and I’ll be speaking.”
It took a second for Bronson to register who the girl was.
“Wait, aren’t you Bethany O’Rourke?” He and Jimmy exchanged glances of joy.
“Now-former Vice President of the College Democrats,” she replied jovially. “I’m not walking the stage today, but I am graduating.”
She paused for a second as she helped a few students with commencement guides and cards. Jimmy whispered to Bronson, “Wait, didn’t she get arrested for – ”
She turned her attention back to them, “How much bullshit have you had to endure with the proclamation?”
Bronson took out his phone and navigated to his emails and turned the screen to her.
Bethany scrolled the phone as a look of horror and disgust overcame her.
“Fucking intolerant assholes,” as she continued to scroll.
Bronson gave her a c’est la vie look. “When you’re a prominent activist fighting for change and get media attention, you learn to develop a thick skin.”
He paused, finishing Jimmy’s thought, “Remember the incident on Quad B?”
She nodded and replied cockily, “How could I forget getting arrested for peacefully protesting?”
Another female must have overheard the conversation and approached them.
“You mean this?” the woman pulled out her phone and brought up video of her getting handcuffed as she’s heard repeatedly telling an officer that she would sue them into the stone age.
Bethany nodded aggressively as her eyes opened wide, “Don’t disturb my protest and I won’t cop an attitude.”
The woman interjected into the conversation, “Since Bethany won’t introduce me, I’m Michaela. This gorgeous woman and I have been an item for the last six months.”
Bethany replied morosely, “Sorry baby. That arrest impacted me considering it was the first time I’d been arrested and wrongfully.”
Jimmy and Michaela swapped hugs as she said, “Thank you both for making the university more inclusive.”
A young guy that looked too much like an undercover cop approached Bronson, tapped him on the shoulder, and discretely pointed inside. Bronson acknowledged him as they said goodbye to the two happy Democrats.
Bronson and Jimmy followed him into the arena. While they walked, the man said, “My name is Officer Hicks and between my partner and I, we’re here to make sure you’re able to enjoy things this afternoon.”
Jimmy replied, “Anything we need to know about?”
Hicks replied, “So far, everything is going according to plan.”
Bronson was feeling inquisitive, “Am I the first to have to deal with this?”
Hicks was doing discrete surveillance as he replied, “Far from it. Every year we get details like this. We have three officers that do this for the chancellor.”
As they approached the stage, Hicks stepped aside and extended a hand to them as they sat in their assigned seats. As they sat, Bronson couldn’t help shake that feeling that he was either being watched by someone who wanted him dead, or that something was going to happen at that podium when he stood up.
As the speeches commenced, Bronson’s anxiety was creeping up, something that Jimmy picked up on fairly quickly as he whispered, “The cops have this place locked down so I don’t think you need to worry.” He put his arm around his boyfriend and gave him a side hug. Intellectually, Bronson knew that Parnell’s campus police force was excellent at what they did, it’s not a feeling one can easily shake.
“… Every year, this university chooses one person out of this entire class to speak to their graduating class about everything from leadership to inspiration. This year we were honored to choose a man who based on his commitment to ensuring an inclusive university…”
Bronson knew this was about him as he could feel the sweat pouring from his face.
“…. It is my pleasure to introduce your valedictorian for the class of 2018, Bronson DuBois, also the former President of the Pride Alliance.”
The audience came alive as most in the auditorium stood up to honor his approach to the podium, though there were some scattered boos and jeers. As he approached the podium, he shook hands with the chancellor as several pictures of them were taken.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his speech, a piece of paper, folded four ways. He unfolded it ceremoniously and placed it on the podium. It was one page, printed double-sided, that started off with his story of coming to Parnell, in addition to the swarm of drama he’s endured between family and college life. Jimmy sensed the struggle and stepped in momentarily.
“For those who don’t know me, or haven’t seen me around campus at this point, I’m James Howell, and I’m Bronson’s boyfriend,” he said as he put his arm around Bronson, less as a romantic gesture, and more proud-to-be-associated-with-him. “Most of you know him as the Vice President of the Pride Alliance, but what you don’t know is that he’s well-studied, well-read, and a 4.0 graduate. He’s also one of the honorable soldiers in the National Guard who had to be deployed to protests gone-to-far in Sunbury.”
As the audience applauded the accomplishments, Bronson positioned himself more confident as Jimmy returned to his seat after giving Jimmy a kiss. That one gesture brought forth some negative yells from the audience.
“Now that I’m a bit more present, I want to thank Jimmy for his awesome introduction. He’s been a great man to me and a great supporter of the cause of inclusion. I actually met Jimmy through the Pride Alliance. I’m sorry if I seem nervous, but it wasn’t that long ago that I learned that some folks decided that ‘faggots like myself’ don’t belong at this university.”
There was a brief pause as resounding boos enveloped the arena.
Jimmy stared endearingly as he could tell Bronson was about to do something that would likely get him kicked out of the celebration.
Holding up his speech, he said cheerfully, “I had some thoughts written, but I’m going off-script. I have three things to say to those folks: One, we belong anywhere we want to be because we have great things we want to accomplish. Two, If you want me out, you’ll have to take me out. And three: Anyone who decides that bigotry, hate, and intolerance is an acceptable way to conduct themselves, can go fuck themselves. Thank you all and congratulations class of 2018!”
As the audience ate up the profane phrase, Jimmy grabbed his boyfriend and passionately began making out with him. The longer they made out, the louder the audience became, and the more support they gained. There were some jeers of disgust, but they were drowned out by the rest of the crowd.
It didn’t take long for the audience to taper down as a voice came aside them, “I don’t want to interrupt, but we need to continue. Please take your seats.”
Bronson looked at the administrator and replied, “We’re going to see ourselves out. Where can we pick up our diplomas?”
“We’d rather you stay here and cross the stage after all that hard work you just spoke of,” he replied, “But, we can’t hold you here, so I will tell you that we don’t give out the diplomas here. We will mail them to the address listed on your university account.”
Jimmy looked at Bronson and said, “Let’s get outta here.”
As they exited the arena, they noticed that Bethany and Michaela were making out at the table. They casually sauntered over to the table; the ladies could hear the pitter-patter of their shoes as they released their lip-lock.
As Bethany took notice of who was approaching, she bolted out of her chair to hug Bronson. “That was a funny-ass speech!”
Jimmy smiled, replying “I half-expected him to get booted out of that place.”
Bethany interjected passionately, “There isn’t shit they can do. You’re allowed to speak your mind even if it offends them.”
Bronson shrugged, to which Bethany replied, “What the fuck do you care? You’re graduated. They can’t revoke your diploma; the most they can do is escort you out.”
Jimmy could only reply, “Well, if you know Bronson, he doesn’t filter himself and he doesn’t mince words.”
While Michaela didn’t know Bronson too well, she was enamored by him, mostly because of his ardently free-spirited nature; it wasn’t much different than Bethany’s take-no-shit attitude.
She looked at Jimmy, “Where are you two new alum’s going? We were just killing time.”
The men exchanged glances while smiling salaciously.
“This may sound gross, but my new 4.0 here and I wanted to have a ‘private commencement.'”
Something about the innuendo made Bethany’s eye light up. She and Michaela were about to start erotic-grade-PDA before the boys approached their table.
Bethany replied semi-seductively, “Want to make it a ‘couple’s commencement?'”
Bronson beamed at both his boyfriend and Bethany who had that look a woman gives a man when she wants to fuck him solid.
“What the hell, why not? This will probably be the last time we run into each other.”
The overjoyed and overly-horny alums headed for the locker rooms.
Bethany and Bronson exchanged glances and asked simultaneously, “I didn’t think you were into this kind of thing?”
Michaela replied quickly with, “Oh come on Beth, you’ve had a fantasy involving two guys for years.”
Bethany shot her lover an embarrassing look, replying “Well, yeah, two tattooed and bearded guys.”
Michaela not holding back said, “Look, I love you to death, but dick is dick. I’m sure their dicks,” pointing to the boys, “are just as good as the guys on TV.”
Jimmy smiled, “I may be biased, but Bronson does have a nice dick.”
Upon arrival and after pushing on the bar, they discovered that the locker room was locked.
Jimmy piped in, “Makes sense. The teams aren’t playing anymore and they don’t need anyone going in.”
Bronson gave Jimmy a look of surprise, “This isn’t the first time we’ve come upon this.”
Jimmy went into his pocket, ostensibly to procure something, when a campus police officer came around in the course of patrol.
“Shouldn’t you four be walking the stage? There’s nothing in that locker room that none of you need,” asked the cop.
Bethany chimed in, “So, you’re going to deny four alums access to an area that’s publicly accessible? Locker rooms aren’t a sensitive area.”
The cop assumed a defensive posture, “Ma’am, I routinely deny people access to areas of campus that aren’t publicly accessible.”
Michaela could see where this was going and she didn’t want to see her lover get arrested again.
“Officer, actually, there is something in there I need access to in there – a fucking bathroom!” she said as she feigned the body motions.
“Officer, I need to take a fucking leak!” as she aggressively pushed toward the locker room door.
He was reluctant to let them in as he looked them all over. “Normally, I’d require you to use the one down the hallway, but it’s out of service, so I will let you in.”
He unlocked the door and let her in first and stepped in after her. The other two slipped through the door behind them with the cop oblivious.
“I need to take a leak myself,” he said as he adjusted his crotch and duty belt. “I’m going to trust that you four won’t fuck around while unsupervised.”
The cop did his usual observation of the locker room as he headed for the restrooms located in the suites where the coaches and admins met. They were far more comfortable than the player stalls. The locker room had main area with lockers and benches, but was outdated by a decade. In the back corner was a commercial door with a push bar leading to a small hallway that ultimately led to the administrative suites.
After the cop cleared the door, Jimmy went back into his pocket and fished an Allen wrench out of his pocket and used it to engage the magnetic mechanism that keeps the door locked from both sides. While there’s a mechanism that can be triggered from the other side, it was destroyed when one of the players pushed on the door too aggressively as an anger release.
The girls had begun to engage in some play when they noticed how quickly Jimmy secured the door. Their look reflected two people who’d never seen someone circumvent security before.
Jimmy glared back, “Not our first romp in here.”
Bethany piped in, “How long will that keep the cop at bay?”
Jimmy shrugged, replying “As long as needed. The cop has the key to return, but the locking mechanism’s all fucked up thanks to one of the team’s players. The school never bothered to fix it. It’s effectively suck in the “engaged” position until an Allen wrench unlocks it.”
He paused and continued, “Besides, checking the executive suites and the field itself is part of his detail. I don’t think he’ll be back for a bit.”
Michaela not putting two-and-two together asked, “And you just happened to have an Allen wrench on you?”
Jimmy replied back with a coy and scheming grin, “I’m a key holder at work and their door uses the same wrench as this one does.”
Michaela replied with a look of intrigue as she asked, “How about locking the entrance?”
Jimmy replied, “That uses a regular key that I can’t defeat. Usually, we sneak in and we have quickies after-hours when games are being played.”
Jimmy backed away from the door and said of the two ladies who just stared at him in awe, “Well, are you two going to fuck or what??”
Both ladies took off their cap and gowns – Bethany wore a blue, v-neck tank top that, along with a nude bra, she quickly shedded and tossed aside. Michaela sported a red cross-over top without a bra that was quickly shed and joined Bethany’s.
Bethany chuckled, “No bra today?”
Michaela shrugged, replying “Why? We were going to fuck later anyway. Not like many people can see what we’re wearing as it is.”
Bronson stripped naked while Jimmy was securing the door, leaving Jimmy to catch up. Bronson turned on the water and adjusted the temperature as he was getting naked. At the moment Jimmy’s briefs came off and his cock rose in arousal, Bronson’s smile was wide and euphoric, causing his cock to rise as they cooped themselves in the wet shower stall.
Since the boys were used to having quickies with unlocked doors, they resumed passionately making out, continuing the moment they started in the auditorium where Bronson had developed a mean erection. It took Jimmy a minute to register his environment as he said “B, that cop isn’t going to come back for a while. I think we can take our time.”
Bethany and Michaela hadn’t quite started making out when they saw the two guys in midst of passionately making out. Michaela’s jaw dropped involuntarily as she whispered to her love, “Jimmy wasn’t joking – holy shit!”
As they continued to make out, Jimmy’s hand went down to Bronson’s cock and started stroking it. Bronson began moaning as he noticed that Jimmy was taking advantage of the extra time to stroke for more sensation. As he stroked, Jimmy applied kisses to Bronson’s shoulders, torso, and down to his pelvis. The moans increased over time as Bronson was trying to not to scream. As Bronson’s cock reached full hardness, Jimmy’s mouth began to water as his cock was responding.
Bethany couldn’t help herself and started playing with her own pussy while they watched them. Michaela took quick notice and took position behind her and started playing with her sensitively nipples. Doing all this caused Michaela’s pussy to water; unexpectedly, she wanted Jimmy to fuck her into next week.
Michaela asked Bethany quietly, “Why are we masturbating watching two guys?”
Bethany’s only reply, “There’s something seriously hot about watching those two.” She spun Michaela around and they started making out while playing with each other’s aroused tits. Michaela’s hand went down to Bethany’s pussy as one finger started playing.
Jimmy took a knee in front of Bronson’s cock and started a natural suction that felt more passionate and sensual than raw. Bronson could no longer hold in some screams as he screamed Jimmy’s name passionately as he coached him through the fellatio.
Even as the girls were immersed in their own foreplay, Bronson’s moaning was amplifying their arousal, making them hotter by the minute. They momentarily ceased their own play and continued their voyeurism. Using the hard, concrete wall as a backing, both girls slid themselves down until they were plopped on a likewise hard, concrete floor.
As Jimmy continued to make his boyfriend scream, peripherally, he couldn’t hear anything out of the girls. He retracted his mouth and did a quick peripheral check to learn that they were now a new fantasy.
He returned to the fellatio as the girls continued watching. Jimmy took Bronson’s cock into his mouth and combined it with vigorous pumping. While Bronson loved the friction, he knew something was different.
The girls had switched their posture so that Michaela was snuggled into Bethany’s lap and loosely secured by her arm. Michaela could see that entranced look in her girlfriend’s eye as she continued to watch Jimmy deliver. She continued to fondle Michaela’s tit while squeezing the nipple. Coincidentally, the firmer Jimmy was and the more intense Bronson’s moans became, the more harder Michaela’s nipple was squeezed.
Michaela slithered her away around Bethany’s cuddle, propping up her body, and attempting to get another kiss. It was then clear that Bethany was enamored by watching the boys, which caused Michaela to remove herself from the cuddle, and enter the shower stall with the boys.
Michaela approached Jimmy from behind and started kissing his neck, causing him to slow down. She didn’t waste much time – she reached down and grabbed Jimmy’s cock and started stroking it. For as much time as he spent sucking Bronson off, his cock had softened.
Not long after Michaela started on Jimmy, Bronson announced his orgasm. Jimmy could feel Bronson’s cock readying for the orgasm.
“Shoot a nice commencement load for me…”
It didn’t take long for Bronson to shoot a nice stream to be lapped up. Jimmy caught most of it, but much of it made for cum stains at the bottom of the shower stall.
Michaela noticed that no matter what she did to Jimmy’s cock, it wasn’t responding.
He shot her a peculiar look, “What happened to Beth?” They glanced over to see Bethany masturbating.
“You two gave her a hell of a show,” she replied. After a short silence, she continued, “I get that women aren’t your thing, but I’m surprised you aren’t getting hard with me trying to get you up.”
He chuckled, “I was heavily focused on Bronson, so it wouldn’t.”
She took that as a challenge and reached down to massage his cock. It was getting harder, but not quite as quick.
He smiled, “You can get me hard, but if you were going to try and get me to cum -”
Bethany chimed in, “Bron, you have some serious cock-sucking abilities!”
Bronson finally came off the euphoric experience, replying “Yes, he certainly does!”
It took him a second to realize that Michaela was trying to stroke him; he replied, “Hun, it’s not worth the effort. His cock only responds to me.”
Michaela shrugged as she replied, “I would expect him to get you the hardest quickest, but it’s friction – cocks respond to friction.”
Bethany interjected as she pulled herself up from the ground, still naked, “Hun, if you aren’t making him hot, he’s not going to come up.”
Michaela, feeling bad, replied, “He did such a great job of making Bronson cum that I figured he’d want some relief of his own.”
Bronson heard that and replied, “I’ll give him a hot hummer later on. Trust me, he’s not deprived.”
He looked at Michaela, asking “What about you two?”
Bethany replied with a smile, “Actually, watching you two go at it made me cum a few times.”
Michaela had a look of defeat, which Bethany saw, sympathetically replying “Babe, I’ll give you something hot later tonight.”
Jimmy observantly noted, “I guess that cop either didn’t come back this way – ”
Bronson chuckled, replying “I told you he wouldn’t.” Jimmy and he exchanged glances, “Besides, if he did, he would have called for backup and we’d probably have been thrown off-campus.”
Bethany replied, “Even if he and others did, you’re graduated. Not a huge fucking deal.”
After they all redressed, they exited the locker room area to hear names still being called.