Fraternity Memoirs Part 11
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I know, it's been like two months. The world has changed and so has my life. Three HS friends of mine died on Sept. 11th. One was a fireman, the other two worked for Canton-Fitzgerald. It's taken me some time to get over it. I was OK at first, but then it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. My story seemed "small" in the events of the world and I couldn't concentrate on it. But, life goes on and we can't fixate on those that have passed. I sympathize with any of you who have lost anyone to the tragic events of 9/11.
Pledge season continued...
Thanksgiving break gave us all a fresh start at pledge season, but our hopes were torn down early. The nights became longer and the events more difficult. We were constantly together, out to all hours of the morning or in the basement of the fraternity house. We were lucky if we were getting three hours of sleep a night. There were only four weeks remaining in the semester until finals.
Although we knew none of the particulars, we were aware of the impending "Hell Week" before we could get in. The pledge masters had told us that hell week couldn't begin until all the Brother interviews were completed by the pledges (if you recall, part of the "curriculum" was for each Pledge to interview every active Brother). Most of us pledges had 10 interviews left to go, give or take a couple. That may not sound like a lot, but multiply that by 19 people, and we had 190 interviews still to do.
What little free time we had was gone. The only time the pledges that had girlfriends got to see them was during student center hours. We spent the hour we had between student center and library tracking down the brothers that we had left to interview. It seemed for all of us, 8 of the 10 or so remaining interviews we had were for the same 8 Brothers. They found amusement in not giving us their interview. Didn't they know that they were making our pledge season longer? Ahhhh, which may have been their intent. Assholes.
We were constantly being told by the pledge masters that at the pace we were going, we would be the first class pledging over the Christmas Break. We told them about the few Brothers that just wouldn't give us the time of day. They didn't want to hear us. "That's your problem," or, "Sucks to be you," was their response.
Eventually it came down to bribery. We had to buy them lunch or dinner over our interview. We bought them beers in the student center bar. We'd clean their rooms or do their laundry. We would do anything necessary to get the interview.
Kevin and I were getting along surprisingly well. We were so busy and always surrounded by Brothers and Pledges that there was no time for sexual come ons. Take that out of the equation, and things were so much better between the two of us. Sure I thought about it. I'd stare at him and think about how good he made me feel. I'd go into the student center bathrooms and jerk off thinking about some girl, but the jerk off fantasy always led to Kevin. Sometimes him, sometimes Adam, other times I'd think about Matt in the shower. But really, without the threat of being caught, I wasn't so disturbed about my thoughts.
Was I coming to grips with my newly found desires? Maybe, but not really. Once my cum was wiped up and my pants back on, I tried not to think about it at all. If I began to debate it with myself, I just dismissed the thought. Its funny how the mind works sometimes. I refused to think about it. All I needed to do was get through pledge season and everything would be back to normal. That was my self-reassurance.
We slowly worked our way through most of our interviews. After buying so many meals for the Brothers, some of us had run out of meal money on our cards. Not that we had a lot of time to eat. But when we did, it was always a 'free for all' for who was buying. I had called my parents and asked them to put another $250 on my card. They did, and I became the most popular guy in the pledge class.
One of the Brothers that no one could get to interview was Andrew Crowley. Andy was the Vice President of the Fraternity. I'm pretty sure I mentioned him before when I was trying to choose a Big. You'd think, him being on the Executive Board, he would feel a strong sense of urgency and duty to give his interview. But that wasn't the case. In fact, Andy was hardly involved with the pledges at all. I think, maybe, he's been at two pledge events.
Andy was a total chick magnet, and he knew it. He was a cool guy, but totally had an air of conceit about him. I think he had fucked about half the sorority girls. The few times he was with us in the Student Center, he liked to point out (brag?) all the girls that he had been with; "Fucked her, she gave me head, had her and her roommate together, she was awesome, sloppiest pussy I ever seen, she tasted sweeter than candy" etc. I remember just being amazed at the numbers and just how fucking hot these girls were. He was always chatting with some chick, making his way from one Sorority spot in the Student Center to the next. Simply put, this guy was the Mack Daddy.
Into the second week of classes after Thanksgiving Break, Andy came breezing through the Student Center.
"Walsh, you got class this afternoon?" he asked.
"Done with my last class at 3:20," I responded.
"Alright. Be here at 3:30, you're kidnapped," he said as walked away.
Kidnapping could mean a coupe of things. It could be miserable, or it could be a lot of fun. A few times some of us had been kidnapped and then taken to a bar and just got shit faced with the Brother(s), or they took us bowling, or something like that. Other times, we were taken back to one of the houses and made to clean the entire house or scrub the bathrooms or something not so pleasant.
Once, I was the only pledge kidnapped by two of the Brothers. They took me to the 7-11 that was like in the middle of campus and always mobbed with students. They gave me a jar full of pennies and I was instructed to buy a pack of condoms, a tub of Vaseline and a gay porno magazine (this was before the camping trip, so I didn't think that they could be hinting at anything). I wasn't allowed to say anything to anyone, except to ask for the magazine.
The Brothers followed me in the store and watched from a little distance. I was nervous as hell. I am embarrassed enough to buy a straight porno magazine, never mind a gay one. Of course, the place was jammed; it was just about lunchtime. Walking the isles, I found a small tub of Vaseline and grabbed a pack of Trojans. I got in the back of the line and started sweating.
There were about three people ahead of me and a few people got on behind me. When I was the next person to go, I let a few people go ahead of me, pretending that I was browsing for a candy bar. I was prolonging the inevitable as long as possible. I hoped that I could time it so that no one would behind me on line. After a minute or two, one of the Brothers walked by and muttered, "Fucking today, Walsh," and made his way back to his observation area.
I got back in the line, holding the Vaseline and condoms in one hand, the jar of pennies in the other. I placed the two items on the counter and the cashier rang them up. I looked behind me and saw that there were 3 people on line.
"$10.50," the college student cashier said.
Turning bright red, and speaking almost in a whisper, "I also need, ummm, (looking around)....I need....(my heart skipping a beat)...a gay magazine?"
"What?"
"I need a gay porn magazine, please," I said a bit louder, not looking at the cashier. I was trembling.
"Which one you want?" he asked. I could only imagine the look on his face.
"I don't know, whichever," I said quickly, looking behind me again and seeing another two people on the line. No one seemed to be paying attention.
"Dude, I'm not picking out your queer magazine. Which one do you want?" he said.
I looked up and perused the magazine rack. "I don't know, give me the Jock Magazine," I replied, looking back down without making eye contact with the cashier.
I looked over at the two Brothers, and they were snickering. 'Fuckers' I thought to myself, 'this is so ridiculous.' The cashier walked over to the rack and pulled off the magazine. He looked at the bar code and added the order to the cash register and then placed the magazine down on the counter.
"$14.68," he said. I can still remember that exact number.
I looked around again. The line was even longer, and I could tell from the look on their faces, they were getting more impatient.
I put the penny jar on the counter next to the magazine. I looked at the shirtless guy on the cover. Some well-built, really good-looking guy, with the outline of a hard dick under a skimpy pair of white wet Speedos. He looked petty jock-ish for a fag, I thought.
I reached into the jar, pulled out a fist full of pennies and spilled them on the counter. I started fingering them out into a separate pile, one, two, three...I was so damn embarrassed, but I just did it with the hopes of getting out of there as quickly as possible.
"What the fuck is this?" the cashier asked.
"I have to pay in pennies," was all that I could think to say. I felt my internal temperature rising and I could only imagine how blush I was looking.
20, 21, 22...
"Dude, you are holding up the line," the cashier said.
I looked up. There had to be about 10 people on line waiting to pay for their Slurpees or whatever else they were getting. People were getting more inquisitive at the hold up and trying to get a look at what I was buying. I started sweating even harder and counted as quickly as possible.
98, 99, $1.00...
"Dude, this is going to take forever," the cashier said. "I'm going to start ringing other people up," the annoyance evident in his voice.
As I finished counting, one by one, people put their stuff next to mine and paid for their items. I didn't look at them, but I could feel their eyes go from me, to the magazine, to the Vaseline, to the condoms, back to the magazine and then back to me. I could hear the Brothers laughing. Were people making faces?
"John?" I heard a voice next to me say.
I looked to my right. It was some guy from my stats class. He was looking right at the magazine. Fuck.
"Hey, Greg," I said.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I couldn't answer him. If I did, I could get a demerit. But I didn't want him thinking I was some kind of fag buying a gay magazine.
Doing my best ventriloquist act, I teethed, "Can't talk. Two Brothers over there, don't look. They're making me do this."
"Gotcha," he said. "Well, it's been real nice of you holding up the line like this."
"Sorry," I mumbled, but he was walking away.
After counting pennies for 10 minutes, and 30 something people looking at my purchase, I finally reached $14.68.
I looked at the cashier, "That should be $14.68."
I prayed that he wasn't going to count them himself. He didn't.
"You need a bag?" he asked.
"Please."
He put the stuff in a bag. He passed it to me and said, "Hope you ahhhh, enjoy."
"Thanks," I said with a 'Fuck-off" face.
I made my way out of there, with the Brothers following me out. That's all I heard about for a week. Finally, it subdued.
Anyway, back to Andy and the Student Center. I had no idea what was in store for me. But no matter what, I was hoping to get an interview out of it.
The guys picked me up after my 2:00; we dropped a few guys off and made our way back to the Student Center. Adam was there. We chatted for a few minutes and I told him that Andy was kidnapping me, so I didn't know if I would be back for library hours or not. Adam said that Andy had already told him; he was right over there, as he pointed Andy out chatting with a few chicks from ZTA.
A few minutes later Andy came over and asked if I was ready. I said I was, and told a few of the pledges to let Matt know where I was and I didn't know when I would be back. They all wished me luck.
We made our way to Andy's car without much of a conversation. He mostly talked about the chicks that he was just talking to; trying to figure out which one he was going to bang at the mixer with ZTA on Saturday night.
He didn't make any indication as to where we were going, and I figured it best not to ask. A few minutes later, we were pulling up in front of the Fraternity House. I was hoping that we were just stopping to pick something up; I wasn't much in the mood for cleaning.
We went upstairs to his room. Being Vice President, Andy was privileged to have a single. As he opened the door, I saw that his room was a pigsty. I had no idea how he got all these women in here, in a room in the condition this one was in. It stunk. There were clothes tossed everywhere, empty beer cans, dirty plates and cups, newspapers. Oh yes, I would be cleaning.
"Walsh," he started, "You were the first pledge that I saw, so you are the lucky one that will be spending the afternoon cleaning my room."
"Yeah, lucky me," I said, not realizing that I said it out loud.
"We could make it the whole house, if you prefer?"
"No, Brother Andy," I replied.
"Alright then. The laundry room should be available, so start with the laundry, then get this mess out of here, and there should be some cleaning products under the kitchen sink," he ordered.
"Is it OK if I leave my pledge book in your room," I asked. We had learned our lesson about leaving our book bags around. The Brothers liked to steal them and then return them with a demerit. But if you asked permission, they couldn't steal them.
"Yeah, go ahead," he said.
I started gathering up some of his clothes and separating them in piles. He had to have a good 4 loads of laundry here. I grabbed the first two piles and tossed one into the washer machine. I went back to the room to grab the other two piles, and Andy was taking his clothes off. I pretty much stopped dead in my tracks. Now I know why all these girls were taking numbers to jump his bones.
Andy is about 6'2" tall with dark hair and dark eyes. His hair is like all one length, pushed back, wavy and just short of his shoulders. He's not on any athletic team, but he plays on all the intramural teams and from his body, you could tell that he spends a lot of time in the gym. The dude is totally cut. I don't think he had an ounce of body fat on him. Sculpted bis and tris, nipples the size of silver dollars on a rock hard set of pecks and solid abs. His chest was completely hairless. He seemed rather tan for December, so I assumed he hit the tanning bed. Nothing else to say but amazing.
Standing, he was stepping out of his pants, revealing really strong legs lightly covered with hair that matched the color on his head. I was so beginning to appreciate a pair of hot legs on a guy. He was standing there in only a pair of black boxer briefs that seemed to be holding a pretty nice package.
I felt my dick growing and I became very nervous. I woke up from my stun, and hoped that I wasn't standing there with my jaw dropped. Andy had thrown his pants, socks and T-shirt onto one of the piles. To conceal my hardening erection, I walked over to the two remaining piles and picked them up. I said nothing out of potential embarrassment and turned to leave his room.
"Walsh, hold up," he said as I was almost out of the room.
I turned around, and he was stepping out of his boxers. He bared a pretty decent soft dick, maybe 4 inches long and a heavy sack, all covered in thick dark pubic hair. I looked for only a second and averted my eyes back to his face.
"Yeah?" I asked, my voice cracking. He tossed his underwear at me and they landed right on top of the pile I was holding.
"Might as well get it all done," he replied with a smile. "I'm jumping in the shower if you need anything."
"Ah, OK Brother Andy," I stammered and turned back out to the laundry room.
I was flabbergasted at the sheer beauty of Andy. 'What a stud', I thought as I made my way into the laundry room. My mind didn't immediately go to sex, but I was obviously turned on at the sight of him, as I dropped the pile and adjusted my boner. The load in the machine had just started, so I decided to go back and start clearing out the dirty dishes and glasses.
Andy wasn't there, and I started cleaning. I grabbed some Windex, Pledge, paper towels and a garbage bag. I was about 15 minutes into it when Andy came back into the room with a towel around his waist, his hair still dripping wet and beads of water rolling off his toned body.
"Wow, you're making progress," he said.
"Yeah, some," I responded and looked away. There was nothing I could hide my dick with if it started getting hard again, so I decided to keep my eyes off of him.
He just stood there a minute observing me as I cleared a bunch of newspapers off his desk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him take his towel off and continue to dry his body. His attention seemed to be off me as he dried his hair. His muscles flexed as he vigorously toweled his hair. His dick had grown some in the warm shower, but still not hard. I got a glimpse of his ass. Two mounds of white smooth muscle. My dick twitched and I again looked away. 'So the dude's got a nice body. Stop staring,' I reprimanded myself.
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room, and I didn't like it. I felt guilty for some reason. I had been around naked guys my whole life. But all of a sudden this was different. I couldn't think of a thing to say. He finished drying himself off and grabbed an identical pair of boxer briefs, but these ones were white. He slipped them on. He pulled the waistband out and away from him, jiggled and bounced a bit, then let go of the band and it snapped back to his hard stomach.
He went to his book bag and pulled out some textbook. He hopped on his bed and opened it to some page. He wasn't going to lie there in only his underwear, was he? This was going to be trouble.
There was silence between us for a while longer. I couldn't stand it, so I left his room and checked the wash. It was done, and I put it in the drier. I grabbed the last pile that I brought in and placed it on top of the dryer. I noticed the briefs that Andy had just been wearing. Without even thinking about it, I pulled it up to my nose and inhaled. It smelled, well, I didn't want to admit it, but good. I had smelled my own underwear that way a couple of times after a hard practice, and enjoyed the scent. The smell was, I don't know, manliness? Musk? A mix of sweat and god knows what. I didn't notice the progression; I just realized that my dick was super hard.
I took another whiff and kind of got "high" from the smell. Then I realized just where I was and what I was doing. I was smelling another dude's underwear. 'What the fuck?' and shook my head in disgust. I tossed them and the rest of the pile in the washer and started the second load.
I made my way back to Andy's room and he was still lying there in only his boxers. He has really long legs and a distinct arch in his feet. He legs were crossed at his ankles, and his right foot was jittering. I had to get my mind off of him
"Andy?" I said to get his attention.
"Yeah," he said as he brought his face and eyes up over the book and looked at me. He had beautiful eyes.
"I was hoping that while I was cleaning, we could do, ahh, you know, umm, aaaa, do an interview," I said with very little self-confidence.
"No," he said without hesitation and went back to his book.
Dick. I continued cleaning and dusted his furniture. After a few minutes, Andy put his book down and said, "I'll tell you what Mr. Walsh. You ask your questions and I'll answer them. When its done, and I think the interview was good, then I'll sign your card. Fair?" (We had to write our interview on an index card and then get the Brother to sign the card in order for the interview to count.)
"Fair enough Andy, thanks," I said with a huge smile.
And so I asked Andy a bunch of questions while I cleaned. It was really a cool interview and Andy had a lot of insight on the Fraternity. We talked for a couple of hours and I saw more to Andy than just a nympho egomaniac. He actually talked about stuff not revolving around girls and sex. We had in common that we both played basketball in HS. I've seen him play, and he's really good, better than me. But he is too short for college ball. He could have gone to a division two or three school and played, but he always wanted to go here.
We took a few breaks and I would go back to the laundry room and change loads. Then I would bring in the dry clothes and fold them as we talked more. Go figure, Andy was the Homecoming King of his HS. He talked about how glad he was when he came to College to find a Fraternity like this where he fit so perfectly.
Some of the Brothers were coming in and out of the house, so they would drop by the room and we'd all chat for a few. After awhile, Andy started asking me some questions. Pretty much the same background questions I had asked, and then he started asking questions about pledge season. We talked about many of the events, and he shared some stories that he and his fellow pledges went through. Adam and Andy were in the same pledge class, so it was interesting hearing about Adam as a pledge.
Eventually the conversation led to the camping trip...
"So how was the camping the trip?" Andy inquired.
"Good, I guess. They were some pretty fucked up events, the shaving and the Trust Walk," I replied.
"Yeah dude, I totally freaked when I got shaved. I thought your Big was going to slice my sack open," Andy laughed as he remembered.
"You and Adam paired up?" I asked curiously.
"Yup. That fucker's got the coldest feet of anyone I ever slept with," he laughed again. I could tell he was lost in his thought, remembering his camping trip in his head.
While Andy was thinking, I was thinking myself of the two of them oiled up and sharing a sleeping bag. What a fucking thought. It served as a jerk off fantasy for me for quite awhile...
"How bout you? You cut CJ?" Adam asked, back from his trip down memory lane.
"CJ wasn't my pair, Kevin was," I corrected him.
"Kevin?" He said, surprised.
"Yeah," I said, short and to the point. I had noticed that Kevin and Andy hung around a lot in the Student Center. I figured they were always trading fuck stories, being that the two of them constantly had women throwing themselves at them.
"Interesting," Andy said. He leaned back on his bed and put his hands behind his head. His face didn't give away anything.
I didn't want to stay on this subject, but I had to find out what 'interesting' meant. A thought suddenly hit me. Were Andy and Kevin close enough that Andy knew about Kevin's, umm, fun on the side? Or better yet, did Andy have the same interests?
"What's so interesting about that?" I asked, my heart beating rapidly. I didn't look up; I concentrated on the clothing that I was folding.
"It's nothing, I guess. It's just that Adam said you had camped with CJ, not Kevin," Andy said, contemplating like.
Was Adam trying to protect me in some way? "Well, maybe he got confused, there are 19 of us."
"Yeah, I guess," Andy replied, although he didn't seem satisfied with my suggestion. "So, any Executive Board positions that you think you might be interested in?"
I was glad that we were off the subject of Kevin. We talked about the different positions for a while and Andy told me which ones he had held. He was running for President and elections were in two weeks.
The last load of laundry was in the dryer, so I got up to check if it was done. The house had become a lot livelier and I said hello to a bunch of the Brothers. I checked the dryer, and the clothes were done. I grabbed them and went back into Andy's room. I so hoped he would sign my card and be the first one to complete Andy's interview.
"So I hear that you and Kevin are getting along a lot better after your little scuffle?" Andy asked. It started like a statement, but then ended as a question.
Back to Kevin again. "Yeah, we're getting along better. Who told you about our fight? Kevin?"
"Dude, I may not be at all of your events, but I know everything that goes on in this Fraternity."
"It really wasn't a big deal. He just said some stupid things and I had to correct him. But things are different now," I said.
"Yeah, well, Kevin is definitely one to let his mouth run. Every pledge class has a few people that don't get along at first. So you guys are friends now?"
"Yeah, we're buds," I answered.
"Thanks to the camping trip?"
"I guess so, yeah."
I felt like Andy had just figured it all out while I was out of the room. He didn't hint at it, it was just a feeling that I had from the look on his face. This was way too much. I had to find out from Kevin just what the Brothers Knew about him. If they knew, I had to start disassociating myself with him. I didn't want anyone to know about what happened.
I finished folding the last bit of clothes. It was 7:10. The other pledges were in the Library. Assuming that my kidnapping was just about done, I should be in the Library myself by 7:30.
"Well, that should be everything, Brother Andy," I said.
"Inspection time," Andy said as he got off the bed and walked around his room. He went from corner to corner, looking it over. He swiped his finger over some of the furniture looking for dust. He found none.
"Fine job Pledge Walsh, I should have had you do this weeks ago," he said and laughed.
"Thanks. And what about the interview?"
He walked to the door and closed it. "Yeah, the interview was great," he said.
"So you'll sign my card then? I can fill the details in when I get to the Library." 'Why would he close the door,' I wondered.
"I don't know," Andy replied, standing next to me. I sensed that he wanted something, he aura was now emitting the 'I'm the Brother, You're the Pledge' attitude that had been lost for a while during our interview. "Everyone else has been getting dinner or drinks. What do I get out of this?"
"A clean room," I stated (questioned?).
"That doesn't count."
"What do you want then? I'll buy you dinner tomorrow?"
"I was thinking more than dinner. You'll be the first to get my interview. That's worth more than dinner."
"A case then? A bottle of something? You name it, you can have it," I said. I would have done just about anything to get back to the pledge class and tell them that I got Andy's interview.
"I name it, I can have it, huh?" he asked.
"Anything," I said, but regretted saying it when I saw the wicked grin on Andy's face. Did I forget that I was a pledge and was opening myself up for God knows what?
"Alright then, I know what I want," Andy said, but trailed off at that.
"What?"
"A blow job." His smirk was ear to ear.
"What?" My heart just about stopped beating. Did he just ask me what I thought he asked me? He definitely figured it out, about Kevin and me.
"I'm pretty fucking horned up right now and want some head. I get off, you get a signature," Andy said.
How the fuck was I going to handle this? He couldn't mean me. "So what, you want me to go call or get some chick to suck your dick?"
"No, shit for brains. I want you to suck to my dick," he said flat out and took a step closer to me so that he was basically right on top of me. He was grabbing and shaking his dick through his underwear. And he was getting harder. I was getting harder. Was this some type of joke, or was he serious? I didn't want to fall into any trap, nor give my somewhat interest away.
"Fuck that, you kidding?" I asked, acting repulsed and taking one step back.
"I'm serious as hell. I guess you don't want my interview then?"
"No, I do. But I'm not going to suck your dick to get it."
"OK then. I'll throw on some clothes and take you back to campus."
"Come on Andy! You're fucking with me right?"
"Does it look like I'm fucking with you Walsh?" Andy asked. He looked down at his crotch and I followed his gaze. I could see the distinct outline of his hard dick and engulfed head through his underwear as he rubbed himself. "Trust a Brother, I won't tell anyone."
I don't know if Andy could notice or not, but under my jeans I was totally hard too. Seeing Andy there in his underwear with looked like a hard 7-inch dick was totally turning me on. Let me clarify that. I wasn't so much turned on at the thought of sucking his dick, really. I don't know, I think it was his dominance over me. I couldn't define it, but whatever it was, it was making me wet and horny as hell. I was debating it, and Andy must have known it.
He stepped forward directly in front of me so that we were looking at each other. He was rubbing himself with his left hand and he put his right hand on my left shoulder. At his touch, I leaked more precum.
I felt his hand put pressure on me, trying to bring me down to my knees. I didn't offer much resistance, but I didn't drop either. My stare was stuck on his erection. I was caught someplace in my head in la la land. Still debating what to do. Part of me was screaming to stop, the other willing to obey.
And then I was on my knees, eye level with the crotch of the VP of the fraternity that I was pledging. Was I going to do this? I looked up at Andy's face and he was grinning. The man was fucking beautiful. He was hot. And I wanted his interview.
"Don't worry Walsh, you won't be the first pledge to give me head. You won't be the last either."
"I don't know Andy. You swear you won't tell anyone?"
"Come on Walsh, I told you, Trust a Brother," he encouraged.
He took his hand off my shoulder and I watched his thumb hook under the band of his underwear and I realized that I was seriously afraid. I had a huge knot in my stomach. I was exposed to someone that I hardly knew, besides him being in the Fraternity that I was pledging. What was I doing?
My mouth had gone totally dry as I watched Adam's dick bounce straight out once it was released from the confines of his underwear. I couldn't believe it, but I caught myself licking my lips. I peered at the engorged head of his cock. It would slightly expand with the beat of his heart. It looked, oddly, appetizing. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt Andy pulling me back up.
"I'm just fucking with you Walsh," he said laughing. He had put his hard dick back in his briefs.
"Huh?" I asked, trying to figure out just exactly what was happening. I was back on my feet again.
"I was just fucking with you," he repeated, but hs eyes told me he knew I was going to do it and he had that on me. He was laughing though. I was totally confused.
"Yeah I knew, I was waiting to see how far you were going to take this," was all I could think to say, trying to act all cool and shit.
"You get out your card and I'll toss some clothes on to take you back."
"Ah, OK. Thanks Andy." What was I thanking him for? The prick just had me on my knees ready to suck his dick and I'm thanking him. So is the life of a pledge.
I went to my bag and Andy was throwing on a pair of track pants when the phone rang. After a couple of rings, someone in the house picked up. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Brother Chris opened the door. "Andy, phone for you. It's Nikki."
Andy smiled big and gave me a wink. "The ZTA VP calling about Saturday. I think she's the one, I'm going to fuck her for hours," he clued me in.
I just nodded in agreement and gave him a thumbs up. I stood there as he talked to Nikki for a few minutes, with an index card and pen in hand. He was playing her strong. He still had no shirt on, just the jogging pants and no socks either. He cradled the phone between his ear and left shoulder, freeing his hands up to sign my card. I passed it to him and he signed away. 'YES!' He passed them back to me and then he got on his bed, putting on a pair of white running socks.
"Nikki, hold up a sec," Andy said, "I have a pledge in my room," and he covered the mouthpiece on the phone. "Walsh, this might be awhile. Why don't you go outside and hang out with the Brothers. Your pledge class will be here in like 40 minutes, so just chill."
"Um, Ok Brother Andy. Thanks for the interview."
"No problem Walsh. You may be the first to get my interview, but you still have to wait for the rest of those fuckers to get my interview, and that may be awhile," he said as he laughed.
I grabbed my book bag and was out the door when Andy said, "Walsh, one more thing. Don't tell any of your Pledge Brothers what just happened in here, OK? And don't worry, neither will I," and he winked at me.
"OK, Andy," I said. What just happened in here? What was he talking about? Nothing quite happened, yet I knew what he was insinuating. That something could have happened, if he didn't stop it. His statement totally freaked me out. And yeah, like I was going to run and tell the class, "Guess what fellas? I almost sucked Andy's dick?"
So I went out to the living room and a few guys were watching TV and 4 Brothers sat around a table playing Spades. I was hanging around for like 10 minutes when Adam came into the house.
"Walsh, what are you doing just sitting around here?" he asked, sounding authoritative. Adam was being the pledge master, not my Big.
"I just got done cleaning Andy's room, and he told me to hang out here, that the Class would be here soon," I said.
"Well come with me then and make yourself useful, I have a job for you to do," Adam said as he walked up the stairs.
"Uh oh Walsh, you're in trouble," one of the Brothers teased. I got up off the couch and followed Adam up to his room.
Inside, Adam says, "Sorry Little, had to be the boss in front of everyone."
"You have a job for me?"
"Nah, just said that so we could hang out till your pledge brothers show up," and he threw me a smile. "So Andy made you clean his room, huh? He's a pig, that must have been some job."
"Yeah, and do all his laundry. Look what I got though..." I was so proud of myself and couldn't wait to show Adam. I pulled out my pledge book and grabbed the index card with Andy's signature. I passed it to Adam.
He looked at it and grinned, "No fucking way. You got Andy's interview. Nice!" He passed me back the card and gave me a high five. "You're pretty proud of yourself, huh?"
"Why, am I looking smug?" I joked. "Hell yeah I'm proud of myself. I've been trying to get this interview for weeks."
"So did he make you blow him to get the interview?"
My smile dropped to a frown. I was dumfounded at his question. What did Adam think of me? We never talked about what he saw at the camping trip, nor the time he was walking down the stairs and he caught me "checking him out".
"Wh..wh..what?"
"He got you, didn't he?"
"Got me?"
"Did he say you had to suck his dick to get his signature?" he asked as he snickered.
"Um, actually, yeah, he did. But how the fuck did you know that?"
"He pulls the same shit every year. Normally he has a few of the Brothers start the rumor mill, but I haven't heard it with you guys."
"I'm not following you Adam." I was totally lost.
"Its something his Big started. Usually in the beginning of the Pledge Season, the rumor starts that 'You have to suck his dick to get his interview'. So all the pledges freak out and get nervous as shit when it comes time to do it. He was like always the last interview. When his Big graduated, Andy took over the 'myth'. But this semester, Andy hasn't been around much, and no one started the rumor. I was kind of pissed, but I'm glad to hear that he is still up to his old tricks."
"So he does it to everyone then?"
"Pretty much, yeah. He thinks of it as the ultimate test of how much a Pledge wants the Brotherhood. We'll see if the tradition dies when Andy graduates or not."
"Well, it's pretty fucked up. I hope it does," I said. It was a huge relief to know that what just happened in Andy's room wasn't a reflection of me. But I was still going to talk to Kevin about it, just to be sure. But what Adam said totally soothed my nerves.
I had a bunch of questions to ask Adam. I wanted to know what happened when he was a pledge, and Andy's Big made the same ultimatum to him. Did he get down on his knees? How far did he go for Brotherhood? But I couldn't muster the courage to ask. Adam was suddenly quiet himself, and I wondered if he wanted to know the same about me.
I also wanted to ask Adam why he had told Andy that I had camped with CJ. But once again, I chickened out. It was a subject that I didn't want to touch at the moment, it could open up a discussion that I wanted, but wasn't ready for. What Adam had seen did not appear to have changed anything between us, and perhaps it was best left in the past.
The subject changed and we hung around and chatted till the other pledges arrived. And when they did, I was back to a Pledge and Adam was the Master. I couldn't wait till all this was over.
That night I approached Kevin about Andy. Kevin thought that Andy might have some idea about him, but they never really talked about. Kevin had heard the rumor about himself that people thought he might be Bi from a few guys that he had hooked up with. Kevin said that most people dismissed it because he was always with girls. But he tried to keep that away from the Fraternity as much as he could.
No, nothing had ever happened between the two of them, as much as he wished it had. And no, Kevin had said nothing to Andy at all about the camping trip.
Kevin wanted to know why I was asking all this. I didn't tell him the whole story, I just told him that it seemed Andy knew something; that Andy was very inquisitive about the camping trip. But I did tell him that Adam told Andy that I had camped with CJ. We both decided that was odd, but couldn't come up with a reason why he would lie.
The class was excited that I had got Andy's interview. It meant that there would be hope for all of them to get it and we could complete our interviews and get to Hell Week. We weren't looking forward to Hell Week, although we figured, how much worse could this get. But at least Hell Week was the beginning of the End.
More to cum. Ooops, I mean more to come. Part 12 is written, it just needs editing and I am about halfway done with 13. So it won't be another two months before I add to the story. Let me know your thoughts, or just say "Hi" at alt76frat@yahoo.com