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Hey guys, I will admit I was a bit dishonest in my introduction of my first story in saying that everything I'm writing is 100% true. OK, while everything I say that happened, is 100% true, I have to just say I have changed the names of people (to protect their identity and mine) and also of the hostels because I don't want to bring any embarrassment to people that were first year with me. So yeah, sorry if that bothers some people, but I owe it to alot of people (including my hostel) to not expose them and what they do.
I had been back in South Africa for 3 days. Days spent frantically buying and sorting out all the things I would need for university. Fridge, microwave, laptop, duvet, sheets, crockery, cutlery: it was like starting a life from scratch again.
The day before I was due to drive up to university, I went to the beach with one of my best friends from school. She was a really hot blond girl, typically South African in that she had that glowing bronze tan most of us have after a summer holiday. I told her I was nervous about going to university. She was going to the same one, us two the only two in my whole school who would be going to this particular university.
I suppose it would help for me to explain the whole concept of university in South Africa. For those who can afford it, it is normal to go to university in a different town, usually a different province of the country. Further, the life at university is a bit different from what I think American universities are like. Instead of Fraternities and Sorrorities, our universities have Hostels or a couple of Residences. Now for all intents and purposes, the res works exactly the same as a frat. They're the best way to make friends during your first couple of years at university. They have initiation which you have to go through to be `accepted' as a member of the hostel. We have mixers with girls hostels and our own, fully licenses bar that was on hostel grounds. Some of the only differences between hostel and a frat (I think: I don't really know how the Greek system works in America) is that our hostels tend to be a hell of a lot bigger than frats (my hostel had more than 350 guys in it) and also, you have to apply to be accepted to the hostel before you even get to university. It has to be done round about the same time you apply for university, but it is a separate process to the academic application. The House Committee (which runs the house) then basically chooses which applicants they want, and which ones they don't want based on: academics at school, your involvement in sport, culture, leadership positions, etc and how good you are at doing things like sport and academics. So I think there are over two or three thousand people who apply to get accepted at any one hostel, and only about a hundred of them get accepted each year. So it's pretty tough competition and you have to make damn sure that you're good at something, preferably sport AND academics, otherwise you won't get in (unless you're a legacy).
So I had been accepted at the end of last year to one of the bigger hostels on campus. There were about 350 people in my hostel and a hundred and thirty first years had been accepted into the hostel with me (that's one of the biggest groups to come in, its usually more around 80 first years). I was a bit nervous about going to hostel because I didn't know a single person in the town I was going to for university (except the girl I was sitting on the beach with -- and I wouldn't see her until initiation/hazing was done).
But anyway, not that everyone knows sort of how the South African university system works, let me get back to the story on the beach. Luckily for me, the friends I was sitting on the beach with, Latja, was going to my `sister hostel' and we would be seeing alot of each other once hazing was done. The only problem is, hazing could last anything between 3 weeks and 12 weeks depending on the seniors running it any given year. So anyway, we were both pretty nervous, not quite knowing what to expect. We had been in a really protected private school, where you were more likely to be sued than hazed. So we were pretty inexperienced with the whole public education thing and really didn't know what to expect.
After a few hours of sitting on the beach and just watching the waves (something we both loved doing because we are both lifeguards), we eventually said goodbye to each other, promising to get into contact at the first possible moment we arrived at university. I walked home, determined not to show my parents how scared I actually was.
The day my parents dropped me off at hostel I was a nervous wreck. The whole House Committee (I'm going to just call them the HC) were standing in a circle at the entrance of the hostel, waiting for first years to come in. There were 18 of them, all dressed in identical suits, hands clasped behind their backs, not talking, not smiling, just staring at the air infront of them. My dad drove into the parking lot and one of the HC members approached our car. He introduced himself to my father, shook hands with him, then did the same with my mom. He completely ignored me. He was about 1.9 metres (sorry to the Americans, you guys should honestly catch up with the rest of the world and start using the metric system), so he was about a good ten centimetres taller than me. He had pitch black hair and was also quite heavily tanned. I looked at him thinking he was a pretty good looking bloke.
Asking my dad (whom he referred to as `sir') to follow him, he picked up two of my bags and started walking to the entrance. My eyes nearly popped. I had packed those bags myself and they were full of textbooks and other random, really heavy thins. I struggled to carry one of them (and I'm by no means the weakest person out there) and he was carrying two of them like it wasn't even an effort. I started following him, then thought better of it and waited for my parents to catch up with me. I really didn't want to be in a room alone with this guy. He walked us to my room, which thankfully was on the first floor (ground floor). He dumped my bags in the middle of the room, and once again addressed my father, welcoming him to the house and ensuring him that they would take good care of me. He still hadn't even looked at me at that stage. He marched out the room without glancing back. As soon as he left, I broke out in a nervous smile. My dad started chuckling, and then started teasing me, taunting me with things he said they were going to make us do. Just in case everyone thinks my dad is a bit of an insensitive guy, let me just put this in perspective for you. All white males over the age of 18 had to serve two years in the military before apartheid ended in our country. So my dad had spent two years in the army and was pretty much used to the idea of hazing, crappy living conditions and even shittier food. That whole military outlook on life had pretty much stayed with a lot of men my dad's age, so pretty much the majority of white South African boys grew up with a pretty militaristic father. Before everyone feels sorry for us though, I have to say that mothers in South Africa more than make up for it. My mom, however, is European (Dutch) and she really wasn't looking very happy.
My roommate hadn't arrived yet and I began unpacking my things, my mom helping me to make the bed and to pack my cupboard so that there would be some semblance of order to the way my clothes were arranged. I took the bed and cupboard furthest from the door. I figured it would have a bit more privacy. My dad, meanwhile, was sitting on the bed and he was just laughing at me, taunting me with all the things the HC was going to do to us. Finally everything was unpacked and my parents decided to head out. I walked them to the car, and had to walk past the HC to do it. I kissed my parents goodbye, gave them hugs, promised I would call them, etc, and then started heading back to the hostel entrance. Just as I was passing the circle of HC standing by the entrance, I heard my dad calling me with a really evil smile on his face. I looked into his hand, horrified by what I saw. I was even more horrified, however, by what he did. Looking at me, my father threw a packet of toilet paper at me. "Hey Luca, don't forget your bog roll." I think I must have gone red with embarrassment. My dad knew I didn't need the toilet paper. He was just doing it to tease me. That's just the type of relationship me and my father have. We tease each other a lot. I quickly glanced at the HC standing infront of me. They were still staring straight ahead of themselves, but I noticed a few of them smirking. I knew I was going to get shit for what my dad had just done. Too embarrassed to do anything else, I quickly went inside and walked towards my room.
As I approached my room, I noticed a bunch of other guys hovering in the passage looking pretty nervous. I knew they were first years, because apart from the HC, seniors at our hostel weren't allowed back in for another week yet. So anyone not wearing a suit was a first year. I greeted the guys hanging around my room and asked where they were from, what they were studying, etc.
It was at this stage I noticed one of the guys standing in the group. His name was Jarryd and he was really, extremely good looking. He had dirty blond hair, which was sort of messy (but not that long). He had really intense green eyes and a set of perfect pearly white teeth. He also had a really, really deep tan (ok, I know, I'm a sucker for the whole surfer look). He was wearing a tight fitting white top, which not only showed his tan off really well, but I could see he was clearly defined underneath all that. I found that I couldn't stop staring at him. I mean, I wasn't attracted to him physically (yet anyway) but he was just so damn good looking. We sat around my room and chatted for quite a while. Some of them had had brothers in the hostel, so they knew a little of what to expect. I decided not to listen to what they had to say and just take things as they came.
We must have been chatting for quite a while when we were suddenly stormed by a group of HC. Looking back, I suppose we must have lost track of the time because we were told that we had exactly five minutes to shower and get dressed in suits. We had a mixer with a girl's hostel. It was around 5pm by then and we were told that if we were late, we'd suffer the consequences.
Well, at this stage, I hadn't checked out the bathroom situation yet. Now, with no time to, I had no choice. I quickly went into my room, stripped, swung a towel around my hips and grabbed some shower gel. I walked into the shower room and my mouth fell open. There was one section of the room with a few shower heads popping out the wall. No dividers, no privacy. There were a few basins also to my right and to my left, there were toilets (at least these were in cubicles). Having not been in a school with such an `open' shower arrangement, I was a bit nervous. I looked around for an open shower, but saw them all taken. So I waited for someone to finish up. (this was the last time I waited, because all of us were late and we all got into deep shit. Eventually, let's just say that modesty became really unimportant for a few weeks of our lives). It was while I was waiting that I noticed Jarryd showering under the second shower on my right hand side. He was standing with his back to me and was rinsing the soap from his face and chest. I noticed he had a really muscular back and a speedo tan, like me. His ass was really tight and every time he moved his hands across his hair or chest, I could see the muscles rippling across his back.
I tore my eyes away from him as I noticed one of the guys finishing up. I quickly jumped into the shower, but was in such a rush, I can't even remember who was showering next to me or what they looked like. By this stage I must only have had about 2 minutes left, so I quickly shut off the water, and walked quickly to my room, which thankfully wasn't too far away from the bathroom. I changed into my suite, swearing and cursing as I couldn't find a tie and black socks. Eventually I found them, dragged some wax through my hair, towel dried it quickly, and then just tried to style it as quickly as i could. By this time I could hear HC walking through the passages, banging on the doors, swearing and yelling at everyone that they were late. I quickly left my room before they got to it, and went to go line up with the other first years outside the building.
During the time between having my parents leaving and being told to get dressed, I had completely forgotten my nervousness. Then I had been in such a rush to get dressed that I didn't have time to think about it. Now, however, as I was waiting for some of the other first years to finish up and come outside, it hit me again. I started feeling a bit sick, not knowing what to expect for the night. It wasn't a minute later that everyone was lined up outside, all in suits, all looking pretty sharp, I had to admit to myself. Despite this, however, they kept sending people in, row by row, barking at them that they looked untidy, that their tie didn't match their shirts, that they couldn't wear white socks with black pants, etc. The list of things they picked on was endless, and even sometimes slightly ridiculous. I must have gone back to my passage about four times, all because of other people not being dressed right (they told us we had to move as a section. A section is basically a group of five rooms all next to each other in the passage. So there were ten first years in my section). Eventually, after half an hour of having to run back and forth, having to give spare black socks to people in my section I didn't even know, and we were finally set to go. This didn't stop the HC from shitting us out for another ten minutes that we were late and that this was unacceptable and that we would pay for it tomorrow, etc.
We were told to line up in 4 rows, and the HC marched us off to the girls hostel, all the time shouting at us to keep in time with each other, to make sure there were no gaps between us and the person infront of us, and to shut the fuck up! After five minutes of really brisk walking, we arrived at the girl's hostel. We lined up in four rows, facing the first year girls in front of us and they were lined up in three across the road rows facing us.
"The Ladies of such-and-such Residence greet the wolves of Rathbone Hall."
"The men of Rathbone Hall greet the ladies of such-and --such hostel."
We exchanged the formal greeting while still lined up facing each other (obviously I'm in Rathbone Hall). The HC from both hostels then moved away from between us and then the head of our HC shouted at us.
"Gentlemen, start mixing".
We were then expected to walk over to the girls, introduce ourselves to one of them, and they would be our date for the night. Now the reason I knew all of this was because of rumours and stories that people had been exchanging earlier in the corridor. So I walked up to a really tall, blond girl and introduced myself. I was a bit nervous, but this sort of thing I could handle. I gave her a sort of side-on hug as she introduced herself as Roxy.
I was a lot luckier than some of my more shy guys. They didn't act fast enough and landed up with really ugly girls (Roxy was super hot, sort of Scandinavian looking) or even worse, they were so slow, the girls were all taken up and they had no one left to mix with. The lucky ones, however, managed to team up with one of their friends who had found a girl, so they didn't look too bad. I didn't know any of the other first years, however, so I didn't share my girl.
Roxy and I hit it off quickly. We had a lot in common, not the least of which is that both our parents love Europe and went there really often. We sat talking the entire time, not once getting bored. I kept stealing glances at her body (Ok, I know this is a gay story, but she really was sizzling). I couldn't help myself. As if her face wasn't beautiful enough, she had one really fit looking body. She was wearing a short, black skirt with high heels, and I couldn't take my eyes off her legs. They weren't as tanned as I would say an average South African girl (I later found out she had spent the summer in Europe where it was winter), but she had killer legs nonetheless. I really like legs on a girl. A girl can have the best boobs in town, but for me, it's the legs that seal the deal. And she had legs that just did it for me: long and lean.
By the end of the evening, when the HC were shouting at us that it was time to go, we quickly exchanged numbers, promising to contact each other as soon as hazing was over (hopefully even before that if we could sneak some private time). We then once again lined up facing each other, once again exchanging the formal greeting.
"The ladies of such-and-such residence thank the wolves of Rathbone Hall. You made our palms drip, and our knees weak."
"The men of Rathbone Hall thank the ladies of such-and-such Residence."
Now alot of you guys may laugh at the corny things the girls residence said to us, and so did we at that stage. But there was absolutely nothing you can do about it when the HC tells you what to say. You just have to say it, no matter how embarrassing. And more often than not, it was very embarrassing as they try to cut everyone down to size.
That night, we still had a full three hour lecture on the history of the hostel before we got dismissed. We were once again given five minutes and then told it had to be lights out. My roommate hadn't pitched yet, so I was alone in my room when they cut the lights. I didn't mind too much though. It was nice to have my own space, and I was tired anyway. I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
So guys, that's part three of my story. No sex, I know, but I'll get there. The purpose of this story is not JUST sex, it's also my life you know, and unfortunately for me, it doesn't have sex in it every single day. Haha. But yeah, let me know what you all think by dropping me some mail. Thanks to everyone who's been doing it already (like Oz, who gave me some really good advice), but for those of you who haven't, would be really good to hear from you. I know this story sounds really random at times, and I kept on about Anna, but that's honestly how I experienced it, so I'm just `keeping it real'.
Luca
lucawarberg@gmail.com