Lunch

Jerry made his way to the cafeteria to get his lunch. It was strange going to the lunch hall. Usually it was just the usual: get in line, get your food, and then sit down. It was one of those times that showed just how well he blended in. On more than one occasion someone had sat beside him the whole lunch period only to let out a surprise yelp at noticing him as he was getting up next to them.

This level of being unnoticed was clearly off the table this time around. Everyone was noticing him, though the reactions were by race rather than individual. His Black classmates were eyeing him up like he was the dessert on the menu. This caused the other races, such as his own race and others, to look at him as they tried to figure out why he had gotten so much attention despite being so average.

All that attention he got was just from walking from the door into the lunch line. When he was actually in line, it got going even further as several Black students at the back of the lunch line wanted him to skip ahead of them. Jerry was confused by this, with all the recent events and them being so insistent that he go ahead. He just agreed and went on ahead, though he did notice that they rubbed against him as much as they could as he moved up the line.

He eventually reached a non-Black student who didn't let him on ahead, which he was fine with. Though the other students that had let him go ahead of them gave the Latino student directly ahead of him angry glares. Jerry calmly made his way up the line as it kept moving, trying to ignore all the looks he was getting as the Black students practically salivated as they watched him walk.

Luckily as Jerry was starting to gain a confused blush from all the stares, he made it through the doorway and grabbed a lunch tray. He got his food as he went, as you were supposed to, though the service was odd. The lunch ladies were older Black ladies that honestly were very much on the fat side. This meant in practice, though, that a good portion of their fat went to their tits and ass.

So their tits alone were the size of his head, if not bigger. This usually didn't matter, as the ladies had no interest in the students just trying their best to feed several hundred students en masse that bitched about how they weren't doing as good of a job as they should. This time though, every time Jerry looked up from his tray, he looked into eyes that eyed him up even more hungrily than several of the students.

When he reached the end and reached for his wallet to pay for the food, the lady managing the register stopped him. She added one of the more expensive desserts and waved him on. Slightly concerned that she would get in trouble for this, but seeing the firm look she gave him, he accepted it, not wanting to make a scene, especially as some of the non-Black students were giving him hurry-up gestures.

So he went on to find his table, which proved to be difficult as usual, just in a different way. As usual, he was so unnoticed that he had to be careful where he sat down, as others would surround him with their groups, squeezing him between them. That wasn't possible, though, now, as far too many were looking at him, and so he wasn't going to be missed by his classmates.

Jerry decided just to try his best in this situation and sat down at the corner of one of the tables. He was worried that he would be swarmed by other students the moment he sat down by the pond. They seemed to be fine with just watching him for the moment. So he sat down and ate his lunch, trying his best to not let his nervousness from all the eyes on him cause him to screw up eating his food. It worked for the most part, with a few tiny spills and some dropping some of the smaller stuff on the table.

Though he found himself putting his hands on the table with a bit of ****, causing a small bang to echo around him for a short distance. He got many surprised looks from the nearby students. He waved them away, especially a couple of Black students who tried to get closer to see what was wrong, as he was afraid they would hear it. "Smch, smch, smch." The sound came from under the table as Jerry tried desperately to keep everything quiet and not try to get extra attention.

This was proving difficult, as under the table directly in front of his chair a student had unzipped his pants in record time. Then proceeded to pull his cock out of his boxers and began kissing his tip gently. Jerry was finding himself getting a blow job in the cafeteria and had no idea how to handle this.