Sucking and Rimming

I was walking across campus, headed to a nearby pizza restaurant for a late lunch. Suddenly a body pressed into my back and a hand covered my eyes. Startled, I tried to get away but my unknown assailant held me tight, something cold pressed into the middle of my back. I started to struggle and then I heard his voice.
“Come on, Noah,” he laughed softly. “Guess who.”
His tongue licked my ear.
“Get away from me, Jackson.”
He laughed and then walked beside me with an unopened can of Coke.
“Aren’t you afraid all of your straight friends will see you carrying on like you’re a flaming queer?” I snorted.
He pantomimed looking around us and I had to laugh at him. No students anywhere. Students were still moving into the dorms and classes hadn’t started yet. Campus was still almost deserted.
“I don’t see anyone, do you?” he grinned. “Anyway they’ll think I’m just joking with you and you know it. Nobody’s gonna think either one of us is gay.”
“Gee, that’s a relief,” I said sarcastically. “Thanks for giving me the head’s up.”
“Then again, there’s the fact that you’re on the swim team,” he chortled. “Practically every guy on that team’s a card carrying fag except you.”
“You’re an arrogant asshole, Jackson. Like I said, get the fuck away from me.”
Jackson definitely was pulling out all the stops for me because he was dressed sexy as hell, dressed to tempt me as only he knew how in his football jersey, cut off blue jeans, and leather thongs.
“Come on, Noah,” he grinned, “talk to me, move in with me.”
“Get fucked!”
“I just might if you play your cards right,” he laughed. “You know you want it.”
“Go to hell, you son of a bitch. I won’t be your cum dump again. I lived with you for a year and...