I realized after I wrote the first chapter, I didn't actually describe Jayce. Since he's the main character, I thought I'd work it into this chapter. There is a chunk of exposition at the beginning of the chapter, but it you stick with it, it'll get better by the time Jayce gets into the quad.
With that said, I do have bare backing in Chapter 3. I've always believed that you need to use your own judgement on whether to use a condom or not. I do, when I'm with someone new, but don't when I'm with someone I trust, and have known for a long time. No speeches, just a reminder to be careful, and that this is a work of fiction.
This is my second attempt, so please still be kind. By the third attempt, if I haven't gotten the groove, then I'll never get it...
JT
Chapter 2 - The Quad
I rolled out of bed around nine. For a brief moment, I thought that I had dreamt about the meeting, and the instructions. Then I saw the note under my keys beside the bed.
Hey bro! Glad you're driving the car, now go and do me proud! These were the same ones I wore. Think about that, you horny cock sucker! CJ
"I'm planning to, CJ, but I still don't know what to expect," I muttered to myself as I pulled off the boxers I'd worn to bed. Donald (my roommate) was still sleeping so I took full advantage and locked myself in the bathroom to have a shower.
I paused in front of the mirror, and looked at myself. I'd never been vain, but I was blessed with, what most termed, the Abercrombie & Fitch look. I had blue eyes, and a more rounded face than I would have liked. I had never been to the gym, well, no more so than to have a swim or something, and yet I managed to keep slim, and trim.
I slowly ran my hand down my neck, pausing on my chest, and then down my stomach to my cock. I turned sideways, and smiled at how there wasn't an ounce of fat, or any trace of a beer belly, or rounding of the stomach. It was one smooth, straight run from my chest to my cock. I smiled again, "damn! What some guys spend hours each day in the gym for, I got in my genes! But I should start doing some work on my abs...it'd probably look better with a bit of a washboard."
I decided not to shave; I didn't really have any stubble to shave off anyway, and pulled back the curtain to the shower. "What the fuck?" I was staring at a rope strung across the shower, tied to the shower head, and the other end ingeniously looped around the curtain rail, supporting not less then ten pair of underwear. "Donald! We've got a fucking Laundromat in the dorm! Don't string up your laundry in the shower!" All I heard as response was a grunt. "Shit." I swore as I pulled them down, cut the rope off, and tossed them onto the counter.
I climbed into the shower, and got the temperature just right before wetting my hair. I took pride in my hair. It was a dirty blonde, highlighted with natural streaks of black, and hung down to just below my ears. At its longest, it hung down to my shoulders, but as I got older, it was harder to maintain that long, so I cut it down to the length it is now. It wasn't straight, but it wasn't curly either, it had a nice balance, and when I wore a cap backwards, looked really hot pushed up underneath and behind my ears. At least, that's what I've been told. I just liked my hair. That however, was about the only hair I had.
At 18, it was expected that I'd have stubble each morning, or some chest hair, or something. My dad did, I remember, I always found it a bit disgusting. I didn't though, not a hair. Nothing on my chest, my back, or my ass; I had a light dusting on my arms and legs, and just a fine bit under my arms. The porn industry would love me, I was naturally smooth, and had very fine hairs on my crotch. So, I really didn't have to shave anything.
So, I lathered up my hair, then soaped up the rest of me. Considering I'd be walking around the quad in a jockstrap in under three hours, I thought I should be totally clean. As I lathered up around my cock it was begging for attention, "Not now, baby. I want to be more horny that usual to walk around the quad or I'm liable to not get my second set of instructions."
I rinsed off, and climbed out of the shower grabbing my towel. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I opened the bathroom door to let out the steam, and set to brush my teeth. "There's my bro!" I nearly jumped through the ceiling.
"CJ?" I asked turning around, my mouth full of toothpaste. "What the fuck, you doing here?"
"Come to see my cousin rush."
"Yeah. I'll be in the quad in an hour," I said after I spit out the toothpaste. "You'll see nearly all of me then."
"I know. I'm the one who put the jock strap in the car last night. Nice to see it still running well."
"You were there?"
"'Course I was. I wouldn't miss your rushing for anything."
"About that. Isn't it pledging, not rushing?"
"Ah, well, about that. ETNU rushes, then pledges, then hazes, then initiates."
"Shit. How long does that take?"
"Four days," he said with a smirk.
"Four days!?"
"Yeah. You're on day one. Rushing. Tomorrow will be pledging. Thursday will be hazing, and on Friday is Initiation. If you get through all four days, you'll be living at ETNU by Monday morning."
"Damn. Never realized frat's worked that fast."
"They don't. ETNU does."
I had finished drying myself off by now, and realized that Donald must have gone off for breakfast, because he wasn't in the room when I walked past CJ out of the bathroom. "I've got a question," I said as I picked up the jock strap.
"Shoot...rather, go ahead," he smiled realizing the connotation. I grinned. "Last night when I had the light shinning in my eyes, they said that I would be the fourteenth member of the family to rush."
"Yeah."
"So I know about you, and uncle Richard, but who else is a brother?"
"I can't tell you."
"Oh shit, CJ."
"Jayce, I can't. Believe me, if it wasn't for the fact that the ETNU brothers were going to invite you to rush anyway, I would have been barred from the house forever, and all privileges would have been stripped from me."
"Dammit, CJ!"
"No. Jayce. If you make it through to the weekend, then you will know who the other eleven members of the family are. Until then, I can't. I'll help you as much as I can to make it through each day, but you have to remember that I can't tell you anything." Resigned to the fact that CJ wasn't going to tell me any more, I shrugged. "So, why can you help me?"
He smiled. "Each potential brother is assigned a current brother to be their mentor. Because we're cousins, the assigned me."
"You didn't ask?"
"Yeah I did. But they already knew they were going to assign me to you."
"You're making this all very cryptic, CJ."
"Well, if you make it to the weekend, you'll understand. You've got twenty-five minutes before you have to be in the quad. Make good use of it."
CJ turned to leave, as I asked a question. "CJ? Can I wear shoes?"
"Yeah," he said as he kept walking away.
"What about a cap?" I yelled to him down the corridor.
"Yes. But nothing else."
It was 11:59 when I walked out into the quad. I was wearing a pair of DC shoes, and a South Cal cap. Backwards, with my hair tucked back behind my ears. I adjusted myself in the jock, and began to walk through the crowd. Against the flow actually, I figured that would get me a few extra points. It was a bizarre sensation, but so fucking hott that I didn't care. I didn't know what I was supposed to expect, so my sense were heightened.
I got cat called by almost every girl; and some of the guys even ventured a whistle; the others veered away; and there were the ones that shouted out fag as they walked past. I grinned at the girls; grabbed my crotch and grinned for the boys; starred seductively at the ones that veered away; and shouted, "At least when I fuck someone there isn't going to be any evidence thirty years down the road," to the ones who shouted fag.
At twelve thirty I saw CJ at the gates to the parking lot. He had his arms folded across his chest, and I think that he was smiling, but I couldn't be sure. Before I could get close to him though, he had slipped through the gates. It was five-minutes to one before anyone actually approached me. He was cute, obviously a senior, but something made me think that he wasn't from South Cal. That though didn't matter, he was shirtless, sweating, and wearing a pair of camo shorts, dog tags and a Marine Corps bandana.
"Hey! You tell me where the east wing entrance is? I'm trying to find room B-2045."
He wasn't from South Cal. "Sure," I said as I smelt the sweat from what could only have come from a 15-mile run. That alone made my cock jump, couple that with the fact that he was a sweaty Marine, made me want to jump him right there. "If you're up to walking with me, I'll pass by the doors to the east wing in about a minute."
"That's cool. I'm Bobby," he said, extending his right hand.
"Jayce," I said as I accepted his hand. His grip was hott, no other word to really describe it but hott. It wasn't firm, or weak, or timid or angry. It just was hott. And it lasted longer than a handshake normally would.
It broke off and Bobby fell into step beside me. I kept looking at him out of the corner of my eye, and thought that he was doing the same. "You really a Marine?"
"Yeah. Long family tradition, my great-grandfather ended up as the Chief of Defence staff during WW2."
"Sweet."
"Ha! Yeah I guess so. I like being enlisted, no desires to be an officer. I like doing the grunt work. That's what I'm doing here, actually."
"What?"
"I'm leading a recruiting session for Seniors who want to join the Military. I'm supposed to convince them to join the Corps."
"You'd convince me," I said without realizing it.
"Huh?"
"Shit. Sorry."
"What? No it's cool. Hey. If I can convince you to join just by being half-naked, then my speech should really blow you out of the water." He grinned at me so seductively that I would have screwed ETNU and run off with him right there.
"Here's the door," I said thankfully. Though, I didn't really want him to go. "Room B-2045 should be on the second floor. There are signs showing which way the rooms go."
"Hey thanks. Now, I gotta ask. Why are you walking around the quad in a jock?"
"It's complicated. Let's just say, that like you being a Marine is a family tradition, this is sort of like my family's."
"Cool. Hey, you got the body for it."
I blushed, just slightly, but because I was wearing next to nothing, it showed. "Thanks, man."
I watched as he headed up the stairs. He had runners' legs, tight, and toned, from years of running; broad shoulders which showed off his narrow waist. At the top of the stairs he turned, catching me staring up at him, and shouted down to me, "Hey! You want to come to this recruitment thing?"
The bell in the quad's clock tower struck off the hour. One o'clock, I didn't have to be in the quad anymore. "Sure. Think I should put on some clothes?"
He grinned, "Nah. I'm shirtless and I'm the one giving the speech. Come on."
He threw his arm around my shoulders as I reached the top of the stairs, and we headed down the hall to room B-2045. I put my arm around his waist, and inhaled the mix of sweat and, "Are you wearing Abercrombie cologne?"
"Yeah."
"Nice."
"This must be it," Bobby said as we stood at the doorway to a lecture hall. We looked inside and the room was empty. "What the fuck?"
"Sure that this is the right room?"
Bobby pulled the slip of paper out of his pocket, "Room B-2045, east wing, Southern California Polytech."
I had to laugh. "Southern California Polytech?"
"Yeah."
"This isn't Southern California Polytech."
"What?" asked Bobby with a mixture of embarrassment and pride on his face.
"This is Southern California University. South Cal Polytech is on the other side of town!"
Bobby laughed, then grinned. "Well. Do you want to hear my recruiting speech anyway?"
The lust in his eyes told me the answer.
"Fuck yeah!"
Chapter 3 - The First 100
I don't think that Bobby actually told me his speech. The second we were into the lecture hall, I ran my hands down his chest. He put his arm around behind my neck, and pulled me up against him. I slipped my tongue between his lips, and started to explore. Bobby's hands were doing their own exploring, he slid his hands down my back, a finger from each hand running the length of my spine, ever so gently, that my back arched away from his touch forcing me against him tighter.
I could feel his mouth shift under my lips, as though he was smiling. I opened my eyes, and found myself staring into the most beautiful hazel eyes. My back arched again, as his left hand started to explore my ass; running a finger along the crack; running another along the elastic of the jock strap. Instinctively I started to dry hump his crotch. He ran a finger back up along my spine, causing me to press even harder against him. I didn't realize that two people could be that close together.
We were practically breathing as one. He would exhale, and I would inhale. I would hump his crotch, and he would slip a finger up my ass. "Fuck!" I nearly screamed as I broke off the kiss.
"You like that?" Bobby said, with this evil grin.
"Oh fuck yeah!"
Bobby, in one smooth motion, grabbed my shoulder with his free hand, spun me around so that I was facing away from him, and with his forearm against the back of my neck pushed me up against the chalkboard. For a brief moment I was terrified. Here was this, obviously military trained killer, a finger up my ass and his arm against the back of my neck. I think I actually invented new ways for a person to be killed.
Then the thought was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Bobby's tongue worked its way down my spine. I arched up against the blackboard, leaving an interesting pattern of marks that would leave any future class wondering what the hell had happened. Then Bobby's tongue found its goal, and I felt him spread my ass apart as his tongue slowly worked its way into my ass. I never did know how long he rimmed me for, but the sensation of his tongue lightly spreading his spit around my ass pushed me into a realm of ecstasy that no drug had ever brought me to.
When he pulled away from my ass, I was still in such a state that I didn't know what to expect. I discovered very quickly that he had not finished, as he, still kneeling on the ground, turned me around. I looked down at him, through blurry eyes, and saw those hazel eyes look up at me with such a desire that he could have done anything to me at that point, and I wouldn't have stopped him.
He slowly started to nuzzle his face against my crotch, as he ran his hands up my stomach and rested them on my chest. He started to play with my nipples, and I rested my head against the blackboard. I should have been watching, because I don't know how he did it, but suddenly I felt his mouth wrap around my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down, and somehow he had pulled the cup of the jock away without using his hands.
I kept looking down, and I watched his head work slowly up and down along my cock. His tongue was doing the most incredible things with the head of my cock. The sensations were a mixture of pleasure and desire. It was as though he knew exactly what he needed to do, to give me the most heightened of experience. I felt the head of my cock move down into his throat, as he swallowed my cock.
The impact was too much for me, and I tried to tell him that I was about to cum, but no words passed through my lips. I wasn't normally a screamer when I came, but fuck; I probably woke up China with the sound that passed my lips. I shot my load right down his throat, and each time he swallowed the load, he pulled my cock further down his throat sending shivers of pleasure through my whole body, and more cum into his mouth.
When he released my cock from his mouth, my knees gave way, and I collapsed to the floor in front of him. I leaned in and kissed him. "Fuck me, Bobby..." I said exhausted.
"Okay," was his response.
Before I realized that he'd interpreted my statement differently, I was pressed up against the chalkboard. Bobby was lightly licking the back of my neck, as I felt him begin to finger me again. "Ugh!" I said as I realized it wasn't his finger, "Oh shit!"
I slammed my hands up against the blackboard, as he pressed his cock up into my ass. He moved his mouth to the side of my neck and started sucking, when I felt his balls slap against my ass. I groaned, and he slid out, but not all the way. Then he rammed back in. I groaned again.
"Oh fuck me!" He pulled out.
"Yeah? You like that?" He slammed back in.
"Oh, fuck!" He pulled out. He slammed back in.
"You want this marine cock to cum in your ass?" He pulled out, and slammed back in.
"Shit! Fuck me, Sir. Fuck your Corps recruit!" He pulled out, pushed back in half way, pulled out, and then slammed my ass.
"You want that? You want to know what it's like to be in the Marines? It's all about fucking." He pulled out, and slammed back in. "Ugh. It's about knowing...when...to...FUCK!"
Bobby's back arched away from me, and the force of his hips and his cock up my ass, forced me back up against the wall. I felt his cum collecting inside me; his hands gripping my shoulders for support from falling; his sweat and spit running down my back. He then pulled back up against me. "Fucking Christ!" he said as he pulled out, and sat on the edge of the desk. I turned around, and dropped to my knees on the floor.
"I'm not a god, but thanks anyway," I said gathering the stray bits of hair that had pulled out from under the cap. How it stayed on, was another mystery.
"Fuck! Where'd you spring from?"
"From Maria, sometime in the morning of October 14, 1980," I said as Bobby dropped down beside me. Then his cell phone rang.
"Yeah? Perfect 100...Fuck yeah...Sweet."
I had closed my eyes when he answered the phone. I heard the beep of him end the call, and then a rustle of paper. Then his lips on mine, and an envelope stuck into the elastic of the jockstrap. "What's this?"
"That...contains your instructions for day two," he said as he pulled up his shorts. "Congratulations, Jayce. You just passed day one of your interview into ETNU."
"What?"
"Oh, yeah. If you want to really hear that recruiting speech..."
"Yeah?" I said bewildered.
"Pick up: 'I'm in the Fucking Marines Now!' you'll see me on the cover. It was fun, Jayce."
Still sitting there bewildered, I watched Bobby walk out of the lecture hall. He stopped, just as the doors closed, and looked back at me with a smile that made me melt. Then he was gone.
I sat there for a few minutes, until I could stand up again, and then opened the envelope. Inside was just a single piece of notepaper, but at the top were the unmistakable letters for Eta Theta Nu Omega. The name below the letters was one I knew. At least, I thought I did.
Jayce, I'm glad Bobby was able to give you this letter. There were two. One if you passed, and the other if you failed. He was your 'rush' test. Whatever number he said on the phone just now, is your score out of 100. If you scored high, consider that an honour. Bobby's been in the porn business for almost fifteen years and has seen, had, and done it all.
You have nothing more to prove to us today, so you'll be able to rest your ass and cock. Tomorrow we have a new challenge for you. Your 'pledge' task will be given to you in the quad, where you saw CJ. You'll need to be there between 1:05 and 1:07pm tomorrow. You can be there as long as you want before, but you MUST be there for those 2 minutes, otherwise you'll fail.
Like today, you won't know what the task is, or how it will appear, so take any opportunity you think could become a test.
Good luck, little buddy.
TJ MacLeish ETNU Director of Rushing
I staggered back to my dorm room, and collapsed on my bed just before four. Donald was no where to be found, and I just pulled my sheet over me, and fell asleep. I don't know what time it was when I woke, but CJ was sitting on the end of my bed.
"Good work."
"Uh huh. Was he a real Marine?"
"He was, then he went into porn. He'll be talking about you for a long time. You really made an impression on him."
"On him? He fucked me, and I think the impression was left on the chalkboard."
CJ laughed, "well, Bobby's a difficult man to please sexually. I've tried."
"Was that your 'rush' as well?"
"No. Each rush is unique to the individual. I met Bobby just before the summer that year I told you about ETNU. He's still as hott as he was then. I fucked him over the coffee table in the ETNU living room..."
The look on CJ's face said it all. "You can't tell me anymore right."
"Unless..."
"I become a brother. Yeah, I know. So what can you tell me about tomorrow?"
"Only that you must be where I was standing for the two minutes in the letter."
"Why the two minutes?"
"You'll know tomorrow. Now, get some sleep, rusher. You'll need it to pledge."
CJ leant forward and we frenched for a minute, before he slipped out of the room. I smiled, as I rolled back over into bed. "Tomorrow," I muttered to myself. "Fuck. If it's as hott as being fucked by Bobby, I'd better be ready for anything." I then fell asleep, with the image of Bobby's eyes filling my mind...and a score of 100.
Well, this ends chapters 2 and 3. More to cum...
Cheers!
JT