Fraternity Memoirs

Fraternity Memoirs Part 12

Hope everyone had a very Happy Thanksgiving. As promised, part 12. This one is long fellas. I hope you enjoy. I really loved writing this one. It's probably too detailed, but sitting here and typing as I reminisced, the words just flowed.

That weekend was the mixer with ZTA. We had never been to a mixer, only heard the stories about them, and they sounded wild. For those of you who don't know what a mixer is, its a private party between a Fraternity and Sorority, usually themed. According to the Brothers, they were basically a drunken fuck fest. There had been other mixers with other Sororities during our pledge season, but we weren't allowed anywhere near them.

Having lost our Charter, according to Inter Greek Council, Sororities technically were banned from mixing with us. When the Brothers first lost their Charter, this one asshole Fraternity, who is like our "sworn enemies", made a big deal about it and got some rule passed that any organization that mixed with us would be fined $200.00. But money didn't stop the Sororities; they couldn't stay away from the most popular Fraternity. The Brothers would typically split the fine with Sorority, the money taken out of the Social Budget.

Anyway, back to the mixer...

This one was a "Pajama Mixer", which meant that the Brothers and Sisters had to wear something they would sleep in. ZTA was totally the hottest sorority on campus, no doubt. Needless to say when on Wednesday the pledge masters told us we would be working the mixer, we were all really excited.

Working the mixer was not the fun part. It meant that we would have to set up the party, decorate, buy the kegs and alcohol, pick up the Sisters (and any Brothers that lived on campus), work the kegs and bar, drive everyone home, and clean up after the mixer. But to us, it was a small price to pay to get an inside view of what we could expect once we were Brothers.

After telling us that we would be working the party and giving us a list of things that we would need to do and purchase, Sean (the other pledge master), asked me what Matt typically wore to bed. I was a little embarrassed to say in front of the class, but I answered 'boxers'. (Matt seemed a little embarrassed himself.) Sean asked me if he wore anything else, which Matt typically didn't. I told Sean no.

Sean went on to tell us that being the pledge class is "One", and since we would be at the mixer, we should be dressed appropriately. We would all be wearing what Matt wears to bed. Boxers. Only Boxers. With our Pledge Pins on them. And to consider ourselves lucky that Matt didn't sleep in the nude. Both the pledge masters got a giggle out of that.

Saturday came around fast. Most of the class went over to the House around 1:00 P.M. to begin setting up, while the rest of the class and one of the Brothers went to go pick up the alcohol. It took us a couple of hours to get the place ready and then we went back to the dorms. The mixer started at 10, but we had to be back at the House at 8 to make the punch and start giving rides.

Matt and I went back to the room to rest for a while. The Brothers said that the Mixers could last till all hours of the morning. So, we wanted to get some sleep, knowing that we would have to remain awake till the last person was driven home.

We fell asleep to the staple "Silence of the Lambs". ('Put the fucking lotion in the basket'...Matt and I loved that line). I woke up sometime later to Matt coming back into the room fresh out of the shower.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Time for you to get up and take a shower," Matt said as he went over to his dresser to get a pair of underwear. He was wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Come on Matt, what time is it?" I asked, still groggy from my nap.

"It's 6:30."

I was really tired. It wasn't often that we had time to just lie around, and when we did, I took full advantage of it. I rolled back over to sleep just a little longer. But to no avail.

"Lets go Walsh!" Matt exclaimed as he came over to my bed and shook me. "I want to get something to eat before we leave, so hurry up and take a shower, will ya."

"Ok, Ok," I responded and got out of bed, grabbed my stuff and went to the shower.

When I got back to the room, Matt was still in a pair of white boxer briefs, looking at himself in a full-length mirror. I stood there for a moment with the door open to watch him before I said anything. He was checking out his butt in the mirror and adjusting his package so that it was full and showing. He looked really sexy, the briefs tight enough to mold his ass, but not too tight.

"Watcha' doing Matt?" I asked as I closed the door.

I startled him and he jumped a little. "Shit Walsh, you scared me," he said, but threw me a smile.

"Checking yourself out? Molding the mound?" I teased.

"Walsh, there are going to be like 50 hot sorority chicks at the mixer tonight. We may not be Brothers yet, but I want to look good and set an impression, if you know what I mean. Hell, we might even get lucky. Maybe get some digits at least."

He had a point. I noticed that there were about 10 pairs of underwear next to the mirror that Matt must have been trying on.

"You are totally right," I said as I pictured in my head the Sisters of ZTA Sorority wearing nothing but bras and sheer panties, drunk, horny and looking to fuck. "This is going to be so amazing," I said as I reached up and gave Matt a high five.

"So what do you think?" Matt asked as he faced me, but looked down at his boxers.

I looked Matt up and down. Whatever Kevin had awakened in me at the camping trip was loving the opportunity that Matt had just given me. He looked totally hot. The boxer briefs not only hugged his ass well, but formed perfectly around his package. The band was just under his hip bones, displaying his full abs. The legs on the briefs were kind of short and tight around his muscled thighs, ending only a couple of inches below his crotch. Suddenly, the Sisters of ZTA were out of my mind and I was picturing the Brothers wearing only what Matt was.

I felt my dick begin to stiffen and I turned around. I was still wearing only a towel and didn't want Matt to see.

"You look really good," I said. I was totally embarrassed. I wasn't afraid to tell a guy that he looked good. But in this instance, I meant that he REALLY LOOKED GOOD. I went over to the sink to brush my teeth and keep my eyes off Matt so that little Johnny would go down.

"You think that I am, ah, showing too much?" Matt asked as he looked at himself in the mirror again. "If I get turned on, there ain't going to be much to hide it."

"Yeah, that could be a problem," I said as I rolled my eyes to myself in the mirror. If he only knew, I thought as I brushed my teeth.

"So?"

I took the toothbrush out of my mouth and turned my head to look at him again. "I don't know Matt. (I ran my eyes up and down his body again). You are wearing like practically nothing. But you have a great body, so you might as well show it." After a pause, I finished, "Yeah, go for it."

"What do you think that everyone else is going to wear?" Matt asked, still sounding unsure what to do.

"We weren't given much of an option, so I guess pretty much the same," I said as I shrugged my shoulders and finished brushing my teeth.

"Well, I'll wait to see what you wear and then decide," Matt said as he turned on the stereo.

I didn't get totally hard, so I rinsed out my mouth and went over to my dresser and sorted through my underwear drawer. I realized what a dilemma this could be. I wanted to look good for the ladies, but what if I started throwing wood? What if I started throwing wood at the sight of the Brothers? I fumbled through all my underwear and pulled out two pairs. One pair was CK white boxer briefs, the other a pair of J Crew red white and blue regular boxers.

Matt had the liberty of trying his boxers on in privacy while I was still in the shower. I wasn't so fortunate. Matt sat on the bed and kind of watched me as GNR came through on the stereo. He wasn't staring, more observing.

Again, I had got dressed and been nude in front of guys hundreds of times, but I felt vulnerable for some reason changing in front of Matt. But I didn't want to say anything to him, I'm sure he wasn't thinking anything that I was thinking. So I dropped my towel trying to act regular as I stepped into my CKs. My dick was on the plump side, but not hard.

I pulled them up my legs, snapped the band around my waist, made a little shift of my schlong and stepped in front of the mirror. Matt had said nothing the whole time. Pretty damn good, I thought as I checked myself out. In high school I worked out like 3 times a week. I didn't try to bench press 350 pounds or anything like the guys on the wrestling team did. I kept myself to medium sized weights and long repetitions, so that I was defined and trim, but not bulging. My stomach is tight, with the outline of my abs, but I didn't have the ripped abs that Matt and Kevin had.

I turned around and looked at my own butt in the mirror. I'm not an expert on a guy's ass, but I think I filled out the briefs well. I saw Matt behind me in the mirror, looking at me and trying to hold back a laugh.

"What? Do I look stupid?" I said, suddenly self-conscious. Was I throwing wood or something? I quickly looked, and I wasn't. I shot a look at Matt, wanting to know what he was laughing at.

Matt busted out laughing. Then he snorted, "No, dude, you look fine," and laughed some more.

"What then? What are you laughing at?"

"Ha, ha. I don't know, dude, look at us. If anyone came in here, ha, right now, ha, and saw us in our underwear, checking ourselves out, ha ha, and asking the other how we looked, they'd think we were a couple of fags or something," and he rolled over on the bed laughing in stitches.

I started laughing myself, even though his comment hit home a little. He was right though, this was a little faggy. "Yeah, well, everyone around here already knows you're my little bitch," I said and laughed harder. My comment made Matt laugh even more.

"In your dreams," Matt was able to squeak out.

I laughed a little more, but got back to the task at hand. I looked at myself in the mirror again. These boxer briefs didn't cover much. We were both showing A LOT of skin. I hoped that the house would be warm, or there was going to be a lot of shrinkage going on.

Matt was lying on the bed and still laughing to himself and not particularly looking at me, so I pulled off the boxers that I was wearing and threw on the J Crew ones. They were my favorite pair and definitely a different look. These were a bit baggier and not so form fitting, and just slightly fading. I felt a bit more comfortable in them. The only drawback to these was that the opening in the front didn't have any type of button or anything. So I could easily, um, shall I say, slip out?

"What about these ones," I asked as I turned to Matt.

He looked up at me and started laughing all over again.

I walked over to him in the bed and gave him a quick jab on the arm. "Come on you fuck, I'm serious. I told you how you looked."

"I know, I know," Matt stammered as he tried to calm himself down. "Let me see," and he looked me over, but was still giggling. "Sweetie, you look beautiful," and he went into a laughing fit again.

"Fuck off Matt," and I went back to the mirror. Then I had an idea. I went my desk and grabbed the sewing kit that the school had given us in our Welcome Package. I grabbed out a safety pin and put it through the opening in the Boxers. There, that should do the trick, I thought.

After a few moments of further inspection, "I'm going to wear these," I said to Matt.

He looked up at me again. He was trying to be serious. "No, come on. Wear the other ones so I can wear these."

"Sorry Matt, your own your own, bud."

Matt seemed to be thinking it over for a second, and then said, "Well, I'm still going to wear these ones. But don't be pissed at me when the chicks are all over my shit, and you're wishing that you wore the other pair."

"Yeah, like that will happen," I said and threw on a pair sweat pants. "Lets go, you wanted to get something to eat didn't you?"

Matt tossed on some clothes and we went to the cafeteria for dinner.

All the pledges met outside the dorms at 7:45 to group and get over to the house. Typically, the pledge class was filled with a bit of gloom when going to an event. But not tonight. The class was charged and the excitement abundant.

When we went into the house, the party had already started. There were no girls there yet, but music was coming out of the speakers and a lot of the Brothers were already drinking, although they weren't dressed yet for the occasion. Not that it would take them long, they only had to strip down to boxers or shorts, or put on a some PJs.

As I said, the House was already set up, but we still had to make the punch, tap the kegs, set up the bar and put out some food. A few of the pledges, including myself, helped two of the Brothers make the punch. ZTA's color was blue, so we were making a blue punch. The punch was made in a huge tub that we filled with a hose. We put three bottles of grain alcohol in the punch, a bottle of rum, and two bottles of Malibu to give it a slight coconut taste, mixed it with blue cool aid powder, and added some chopped fruit. It looked good. They let us taste it, and I so wanted to have a cup, but we weren't allowed. We were to remain sober for the evening.

Eventually Adam came out and he was wearing only a pair of Skidz flannel bottoms, a pair of flops, no shirt, and a beer in his hand. I was taken aback by how great he looked, but averted my stare quickly. I didn't want Adam to see me gawking for a second time. He looked like he was going to an evening bonfire on the beach after a long day of surfing.

He started barking orders at us for things to do. He didn't seem like he was in a good mood. I didn't even get a hello. I wondered what was eating him.

We finished most of our chores just after 9:00. Some of the Brothers that lived on campus had called and wanted to come over early, so Kevin and CJ had gone to pick them up. The rest of us were just hanging around until we left with a full fleet of cars to pick the girls up at 9:45.

I hadn't seen Adam since his prior appearance, so I went to his bedroom door, which was closed. I knocked.

"Come in," Adam yelled.

I opened the door and he was sitting at his desk, on the phone. He pointed his index finger up and mouthed 'one minute' and pointed to his bed. I took a seat.

"Aww, come on Chele, that's bullshit, and you know it," Adam said into the phone. Michele, or Chele, as Adam called her, was his girlfriend. Adam continued, "I've talked to her like once in the last year."

There was silence as Adam listened. Then he said, "I told you already. The pledges are working the mixer tonight, so I have to be here." I scanned Adam's room as I listened to his half of the conversation. I noticed about 6 empty beer bottles. Had Adam drank that much already?

"Listen, Chele," Adam continued after another pause and his voice getting louder, "I'm not going to go through this with you every time we have a Mixer, especially tonight. I don't think you are listening to me, I have to be here."

Let me take a quick moment to tell you about Michele, its important in the long term of the story. Chele never came to any of the parties and Adam didn't speak much of her. The only time he really mentioned her was when leaving a party or after an event, "that if we were looking for him, he'd be at Chele's room."

The first time I met her was when Adam had introduced her to the entire pledge class in the Student Center the first week of pledge season. The night before, he made the class listen to "Michele" by the Beatles over and over again until we knew all the words and could sing it without the music. We had to practice it until it was perfect, all 19 of us singing in perfect unison. We must have listened to the song over 100 times that night.

The next day at the Student Center Adam took Chele over to our spot and introduced her to all of us. She was totally hot. On the taller side, like 5'9", blonde, awesome body from what I could see. A total babe, I'd fuck her in a second. When the introductions were done, he said that he had a little gift for her.

That was our que to start the song. We did a perfect job and sung as loud as we could, just as instructed. Pretty much the whole Student Center stopped and watched our little serenade. Chele was so embarrassed Adam had to hold her from running away before we were finished.

That was pretty much my only interaction with Michele. She breezed through the Student Center spot a few times but only acknowledged Adam. Sometimes Adam would leave with her, other times not. She seemed completely disinterested in the Fraternity and the Brothers. I wondered if she was a bitch? Adam was like the coolest guy, so I doubted he would date a bitch, but you know what they say about opposites attracting. Something about their relationship was weird, I just didn't know enough about it to figure out what it was.

Back to Adam's phone call...

"Alright, I'm hanging up the phone now Chele. We're not getting anywhere and John's waiting for me." (pause)

"John." (pause)

"What do you mean John who? My little." (pause)

"That's right Michele, always the same old excuse, 'The Fraternity is more important to me than you are'," (pause)

"Come on, quit it Michele. I'll come over to your room after the mixer." (pause)

"What do you mean don't bother?!?" Adam screamed. (pause).

"Fine then Chele, just maybe I will sleep with Jennifer!" And he hung up the phone.

I didn't know what to say to Adam, so I figured that I would let him speak first. He chugged the remaining half of his beer and slammed it on the desk. "Bitch!" He exclaimed and got up and went to his small fridge.

"You OK, Adam?" I asked, concerned.

He looked directly at me and didn't say anything at first. He just shook his head, fuming. "Fucking Chele doesn't want me to be at the Mixer tonight. She never does, but especially tonight. You want a beer?"

"Um, am I allowed to have a beer?"

"I'm the fucking Pledge Master. Do you want a beer?"

I guess that was a 'Yes'. "Sure, I'll have one."

Adam tossed me a Heineken. I opened it and took a big gulp. He did the same.

"So who is Jennifer?" I asked.

"Jennifer is my old girlfriend and a Zeta," Adam said, sitting back in his chair.

"Gotcha," I said, "Now it makes sense."

"Makes sense?" Adam asked angrily.

"The phone conversation, I could only hear what you were saying, so now it makes sense."

"Oh, yeah. I don't know why Chele needs to be such a bitch about it. Jennifer was like a year ago, and I haven't spoken to her in like 6 months. I don't even know if she is going to be here tonight." Adam took another big chug of his beer.

"So what are you going to do then?"

"Fucking staying here," he said with authority. "Chele hates this Fraternity. She would love it if I weren't in it. We practically broke up when she found out that I was going to be the Pledge Master. She totally thinks that I put the Fraternity before her."

"Do you?"

"I don't think so. I mean I've been really busy with the Fraternity this semester and all being pledge master, but it was something that I always wanted to do. And she knew that."

"Well, I'm sure it will all work out."

"She doesn't have to be such a bitch about it though. Sometimes, I love her so much, and then other times, well, she's just a total bitch."

My mind immediately went to the threesome that Adam and I had with Alexa. Was that one of her 'other times'? Not that I'm one to judge, but I just wondered.

"I'm not taking Chele's side, but I guess if you look at the type of mixer this is, what you're wearing, you can kind of see her side."

"It's not just this, its lots of shit. I don't know what to do with her."

So Adam and I talked about it for like a half hour. The gist of it was that Adam really loved her, but he couldn't understand why she would hate something that he loved so much (the Fraternity). We didn't really resolve any of his issues, but he was feeling better. He was just going to forget about Chele for the evening and have a good time. By the time we were done, I had drunk 3 beers.

There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Adam asked.

"It's Kevin." I don't know if Adam meant me to see or not, but he rolled his eyes.

"Put your beer down," he told me. I put it on the floor in between the bed and his nightstand.

"Come in Kevin."

Kevin came into the room. I felt a little odd, the three of us being in the same room alone. I think it was the first time since the camping trip. As usual, Kevin looked totally awesome. I don't know how he did it, but he always looked stunning.

"Hey Walsh," Kevin said as he gave me a nod. "Pledge Master Adam, Pledge Master Sean sent me to get you and to see if John was with you. He said its time for us to go pick up the Zetas."

"Okay, thanks Kevin," Adam said as he looked at the clock. It was 9:40. "We'll be right behind you."

"Cool," Kevin said back, turned and left the room.

"So you two seem to be getting along better," Adam stated.

"Yeah, we've put our differences behind us," I said as I stood and reached for my beer. Please let that be the only Kevin question, I thought and attempted to change the conversation.

"Can I finish this?" I asked as I raised my beer.

"Yeah, go ahead," Adam said, and I chugged it down.

Adam went to his desk drawer and pulled out a mint. He tossed it to me. "Do me a favor," he said, "Don't let anyone know you were drinking. I wouldn't want to be accused of favoritism," and he winked.

"Thanks Adam," and I popped the mint in my mouth.

"No, thanks for talking with me, I feel a lot better" Adam returned. "I wish you guys would finish your fucking interviews already so you could get in and you and I could do this all the time."

"You wish? Think how we feel!"

With that, we went downstairs and joined the rest of the pledge class.

The mood in the house had changed. As I made my way down the stairs and turned the corner, I had to stop for a second. I hope I can do what I saw justice. Throughout the first floor there was about 60 college jock/frat guys standing around and drinking in basically nothing. No one had a shirt on that I could see. Some of the guys had pajama pants on, but most of the guys were wearing some type of underwear. This was a group that wasn't afraid to flaunt their spectacular bodies. All of them spent countless hours on the field or in the gym, and they wanted to show it off.

I was totally flabbergasted, and for lack of a better term, awestruck. I just stood there looking around, drinking in the masculinity and the vibe of sexual energy abundant in the room. I could smell it, it was intense. This night was going to be intense.

"Walsh, over here," I heard Adam say and bring me out of my trance.

I looked over by the door, and the pledge class was lined up and down to their boxers. I moved quickly to get in line. When I was there, I started stripping down. It was bit colder near the door, and I felt my nipples harden as I took off my shirt.

The pledge masters handed out keys to us pledges who didn't have our own car. Sean was giving some instruction about where to pick the Sisters up. I was only half listening as I found myself scanning the room again, checking out the Brothers. I wasn't looking for him, but eyes stopped on Andy, the VP.

He looked just as he did when he kidnapped me, in only a pair of boxer briefs, but these ones were red with a white band. Andy stood out on his own, but in those boxers, he'd attract the eye of everyone, boys and girls. He was acting out some story that he was telling a group of Brothers. He must have just come back from a work out, his muscles pumped. My mind flashed to his room, me on my knees and Andy exposing his hard dick.

But this time, I sucked it. And I liked it. I closed my mouth around his shaft and felt the heat of his throbbing dick in my mouth. A groan of pleasure escaped Andy's mouth. It was the first time that I fantasized about sucking a dick. In prior fantasies since the camping trip, I was always on the receiving side, or it was just the vision of hard chests and bodies rubbing together. But this time, it was I with a dick in my mouth, and I wanted more.

"You got that Walsh?"

"Yes Pledge Master Sean," I responded, although I had no idea what I got.

I really didn't mean to, or want to, but I caught myself looking a couple of guys down the line to see what Kevin was looking at. When my eyes reached him, he was looking directly at me with his trademark grin. He knew exactly what I was thinking and I'm sure he was thinking the same. I smiled back, and he winked at me.

I tried to focus back in on the Pledge Masters.

"I don't care if she's showing you her tits and she's got a drink stuck in between them, there will be no drinking for the pledge class tonight. You are responsible for providing sober rides, got it?"

"Yes Pledge Master Sean," we answered in unison.

"All right then, go pick up the whores. I mean the Sisters," Sean joked.

We scrambled outside and I realized I had no idea whose car keys I had. I asked Brian who was next to me on line, hoping that he heard. "He gave you Adam's keys, you idiot," Brian said.

Damian seemed to take charge and divided up the cars, those that would go to the Sorority House, and those that would go to the dorms. I was going to the House. It was freezing outside. It was December and we were standing outside in only boxers. As I was jumping in Adam's car to turn on the heat, I notice Matt on the ground doing push ups.

"Matt, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Pumping up for the ladies," he said as he pushed up.

"Always thinking," I said. I turned on Adam's car, put the heat on high, and joined Matt on the ground next to him. Eventually, everyone saw what we were doing and joined us. After 30 pushups I gave up and jumped in Adam's car. It was just too damn cold.

Arriving at the Sorority House, there was nobody standing outside. I was going to honk, but Kevin suggested we go to the door. So we went up the to the house and knocked. When the door opened, there were like 40 girls putting their jackets on. They seemed pleasantly surprised to see what we were wearing and started cheering. It was hard to tell what they were wearing under their jackets, but there was a lot of leg showing.

Besides being a little embarrassed, I was freezing my ass off, so we didn't stand by the door too long. A few of the Sisters had been pre-partying themselves and finished off their beers. Then they all loaded into the cars.

The drive over to the house was an event in itself. Actually, it's quite awkward driving a car with 5 chicks in it, wearing only boxers. I was the topic of conversation. They had no qualms teasing me a little, knowing that I was still a pledge. I tried to put on my charm and schmooz the Sisters. It had been almost two months since I tried working on a girl, and it felt good to kick some game again.

As we all got back and made our way into the House, the girls now in a group, they were relentless on us, the pledge class. It was a bit of reverse sexism, comments about our asses and bodies, how we looked and stuff. It was the first female attention most of us had received in a long time, and we were loving it.

As the girls took off their jackets, the Brothers gathered around and observed, hooting and hollering. There was a wide variety of "sleeping outfits" that the Sisters were wearing. You could tell they type of girl she was by what they were wearing.

Some girls had on cutsie pajamas...not looking for action, probably had a boyfriend.

Other girls had on boxers and a T-shirt...open for some action, but needed a few drinks to get past the good-girl image.

And then the girls who weren't afraid to show some skin...skimpy shorts with half shirts, or a showy nightie, and a few girls were just wearing a bra and shorts. These girls weren't afraid to be a bit risqué; they knew they would have the Brothers immediate attention. They might say that they weren't looking to get fucked, but they certainly dressed the part.

After the initial hellos, the party became much like a high school dance. Most of the Brothers hanging out together and the Sister hanging separate from the Brothers. Some of them were mingling, but for the most part, they were split.

About an hour into it and a few drinks later, they began "mixing". Nobody was DJ'ing the party, but somebody had mixed a bunch of dance tapes. There were a bunch of girls dancing and a few Brothers with them. Others were playing drinking games like asshole and chandeliers and dice games. Some Brothers were up and down the stairs. They were probably getting high or snorting coke.

CJ and I were working the first floor keg together.

Adam came up to me at one point and pulled me over to the side. I could tell from his voice that he was getting drunk. He wasn't slurring or anything, I could just see it in his eyes. He was a lot more relaxed than he was earlier in the evening.

"Come here," he said and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and he walked me close to the dance floor. Both of us were shirtless, and I could feel his skin and muscles against me. I liked it. I tensed a bit at first, but then I just went with it, allowing him to pull me along with him.

"Don't stare," he said to me, "But over there in the corner, wearing the white half shirt is Jennifer. Tell me what you think."

I looked over to the corner and Jennifer was there dancing with two other girls. They didn't know that Adam and I were looking at them. Jennifer was a total babe. She had straight brown hair, a real pretty face, a great body, long legs and a huge set of tits that bounced as she danced.

I didn't know what I liked better, looking at Jennifer's tits or Adam's arm around me.

"She's fucking hot," I told him.

"Yeah she is. God do I miss those tits. Chele has nice ones and all, but nothing compared to Jen," he said.

"You talk to her yet?"

"Nah, she's been avoiding me. I'll see her checking me out and then when I smile back, she looks away like she has no interest. She's playing games."

"You gonna play her game?" I asked.

"Nah. As much as I'd love to get my mouth on those titties, with all these loud mouthed girls around, Chele would have wind of it in a second."

It felt awesome being up and so close on Adam. The sides of our chests were pressed against each other. I could feel some the hair under his arm on my left shoulder. I would have been perfectly content to stay in the arm of Adam for the rest of the night. I found Adam's answer to my question quite peculiar. He didn't say that he wasn't going to play Jen's came because of Chele, but that Chele would find out.

"Well those tits are too good to go to waste. If you're not going to get some of that, you mind if I do?" I teased.

"Go for it," Adam said, "Wouldn't be the first girl we shared. Don't be upset though when she tells you that your Big was more satisfying." Adam was certainly being playful tonight.

"Please. After an hour with, you'd have to beg her for sloppy seconds."

We both laughed pretty hard and then saw that Jennifer was looking at us. I watched Adam smile at her but Jennifer returned only a blank stare. "Come on, let's go downstairs," Adam said as he removed his arm from around me. I instantly missed his touch and the warmth of his body.

We made our way to the stairs to the basement, but I stopped at the door. "Adam, I'd love to go hang out down stairs with you, but don't you think I should get back to the Pledges?"

Adam's face went serious. "You know, you're a good pledge John, and you are going to make an even greater Brother. You are always concerned about everyone else and doing the right thing. You should get back to CJ and the keg. For a moment there, I totally forgot that you were still pledging."

"Thanks Adam." I loved when Adam complimented me. I loved when Adam spent time with me. When Adam and I were together, it seemed as if there was nobody else in the world. I knew that my feelings for Adam were different than what he felt for me. But there was something special there.

"You feeling anything from those beers I gave you earlier?" Adam asked.

"I was, but it's pretty much wore off."

"Meet me in the laundry room in 2 minutes."

"The laundry room?" I asked.

"Just do it."

The laundry room is a big closet in the back of the house. I passed CJ on my way there and told him I'd be right back, I had to do something for the pledge masters. It wasn't a lie, although I didn't know what I had to do. As I made my way to the back, I noticed a bunch of the Sisters following me with their eyes; I even got a few smiles. Nice.

I went into the laundry room and stood there for about a minute when Adam showed up and closed the door behind him. He had two cups in his hands and he passed one of them to me. He was slipping me alcohol.

"Thanks Adam," I said as I looked into the cup. I was hoping he brought me some of the punch, but it was a beer. Beggars can't be choosers. I took a gulp.

"That's not all I got," Adam said as he reached into his pants.

I took a deep breath. This couldn't be happening. What was he doing? He was fumbling inside for a few seconds. I watched his hand intently, waiting to see what his next move was, having no idea what to expect. And he pulled out...a joint. I let my breath out.

"I didn't have any free hands, and if I stuck it behind my ear I would have had a following, so I hid it in my underwear," Adam chuckled. "Hope you don't mind."

"As long as you're going to smoke that thing with me, I don't care if you had it in ass crack," I said back and Adam cracked up laughing. I think some snot came out of his nose.

"Dude, that's disgusting," he laughed. "I don't want you to get too stoned, so only take a couple of hits, OK?"

"Yeah."

"This stuff is really strong, I'm serious."

I realized that I didn't think that Adam got stoned. He never talked about weed and I never saw him smoke it at any of the parties. I was pleasantly surprised. I was going to say something about it, but I figured I would just enjoy the moment.

"I heard you," I answered Adam.

Adam brought the joint to his mouth and then said, "Fuck!"

"What?"

"I don't have a light. Do you?"

I patted around my boxers, gave Adam a 'Duh' look and said, "Let me check my pockets."

"I'll be right back," Adam said and went out of the room. He was back in seconds.

Adam lit the joint and took a few tokes, sparking it up. He took a big drag and passed it over to me. I took a couple of hits and held the last one in as I passed the joint back to Adam. It was excellent weed. I felt it almost immediately.

"Adam man, that's killer weed. Where did you get it?"

"House supply. I don't know where they get it." He took another couple of drags and passed it back to me.

"You guys keep a supply for the house?" I asked. It was the first that I had heard of that. I took another hit.

"Its not always around. Usually for parties and mixers. They take it out of the social budget, I think."

"That's fucking awesome." I took a big drag and passed it to Adam.

Adam took a toke and said, "I don't really know. This (as he pointed to the joint) is another thing that Chele hates, so I don't smoke so much anymore. Man, is she could see me know, she'd go bonkers on me."

I was starting to get really stoned. Adam was right, this was super strong weed. It was giggle weed, you know, when you just start laughing at anything and everything. For some reason, hearing Adam say 'bonkers' set me into hysterics.

"Bonkers?" I was able to get out between laughs. It felt so good to be just hanging out. Adam started laughing really hard too. I'm sure it was the weed.

Still laughing, I said, "I thought Bonkers was some clown or something." I was laughing so hard that I started coughing. The room was filling up with smoke.

"Yeah, you're right. Bonkers the Clown," Adam said leaning over from laughing so hard. Its probably not as funny here, kind of a had to been there and have to be stoned, but we laughed like 5 minutes over it.

We finally settled down and I saw that Adam had tears coming out of his eyes he was laughing so hard. He passed the joint back to me.

I inhaled and remembered. "No, no, no, no. It's Bozo the Clown!" Well, that just did it to us all over again.

Without even realizing it, Adam and I had smoked the entire joint. I was wasted. Adam could hardly even stand.

"Dude, I'm pretty fucked up," Adam said. His eyes were bloodshot as hell.

"Me too. There's no way I can go out there."

"We'll just hang out then."

So Adam took a seat on the washer machine and I jumped on the dryer. We sat there, sipping our beer and chatting and laughing for god knows how long. Me in only a pair of boxers and Adam in only flannel pants. I really had the time of my life. It was as if we had known each other all our lives, not only 3 months. We talked about all the things that we were going to do when Pledge Season was over. Go skiing, spring break, double date, intramurals, go to his parents house in the Jersey Shore for the summer.

Sitting there, stoned out of my mind, I realized that Adam was the greatest guy that I had ever met. I had so many feelings for him; I couldn't begin to verbalize them. Looking back though, I know that I was in falling in love with him. Part of me wanted to reach over and kiss him.

I started to get sentimental. "You know, Adam, that if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be sitting here having a great time. I probably never would have pledged. So thanks."

"Well, as soon as I met you I knew that you would be an awesome Brother. Then as I really got to know you, I knew I wanted you as my Little."

There was silence for a minute, for the first time since we lit the joint. I went to take a sip of my beer, my mouth was getting real dry, but there was none left. I asked Adam if he had any left. He didn't. Adam was staring at the ceiling, and I looked at his chest. I wished that he had shorts on; I wanted to look at his legs. I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted him to put his arm around me again. I thought about making a move. The time seemed right, but I didn't have the guts to.

"We should probably get back out there," I said. I was starting to get really horny. And although I wanted nothing less than to spend the rest of the evening with Adam, it was becoming a bit agonizing.

"You sure? I'm still pretty fucked up."

"Well, I'm still fucked up too, but we can't stay in here forever. Besides, the Brothers are probably all tanked by now and won't even realize."

"If you think so. If anyone catches you, just blame it on me."

"Cool Adam, thanks."

"Lets go then," Adam said.

I hopped off the dryer and when I landed on my feet, I realized just how fucked up I still was. I hadn't stood up in a long time. Adam hopped off after I did, and when he got on his feet, he almost fell over. I grabbed him and steadied him till he had his balance.

"Yeah, I'm really fucked up," he said.

"That, you are. Do you want to stay awhile longer?"

"Nah, I'll be OK in a second," Adam said. I had my hands around his chest, just under his pecs, my chest against his back. I got a thrill off of it and stayed that way for as long as I could. Adam didn't seem to notice anything. It was almost as if I was hugging him.

When Adam seemed centered, I took my hands from around him. Composing himself, he asked, "Ready?"

"Yup."

Adam opened the door and peered outside before we exited. He stepped outside and I followed him. The way he was walking, it was obvious that he was wasted. We passed a bathroom and some chick was just leaving.

"Adam, I'm going to throw some cold water on my face. You want to wait up?"

"Nah, I'm going to keep going. I think it's better if people don't see me with you in the condition I am in. I'll catch you later."

"OK. Thanks again Adam."

"No problem Bro," he smiled and walked off.

In the bathroom I ran some cold water over my face. I too was still pretty fucked up, but not as bad as Adam. I was in such a good mood from just spending an awesome time with Adam. I was elated. I checked out my eyes. A little bloodshot, but not too bad. I dried my face and went back to the party.

CJ was still working the keg as I walked back up to it.

"Dude, where the hell you been?" he asked.

"In the back of the House," I said, very ambiguous.

"What the fuck were you doing back there?"

I was still stoned and in a prankster mood, so I fucked with CJ. "Dude, there's a drunk Sister in the laundry room giving away blow jobs to the Brothers."

"Holy shit. Really?"

I reached for a cup and started filling it with beer. "Yup. She sucked my dick for like 10 minutes and swallowed my load."

"Get the fuck out of here. She still there?" CJ's face gave away his excitement.

He started looking around the party, I guess searching for "evidence". I was watching my beer fill up and took the opportunity to see if the potential for a blowjob was having an effect on CJ. If you recall, CJ's got like the biggest dick of the pledge class. He was wearing boxers as well, and sure enough, I could see he was throwing a semi. I watched his hand grab it and make an adjustment. This was funny.

"Yeah. She told me to send someone else in, so I told Brother Chris as I passed him. That was like 5 minutes ago, so you could probably be next."

"Cover for me," he said. "This is fucking unbelievable," and he took off to the back of the house. When he was gone, I busted out laughing. He was probably going to come back pissed, but it was worth it. I took a sip of the beer.

A few seconds later, Matt came up to me. I told him about CJ. He was proud of me, him being the King of practical jokes. I took another sip of my beer.

"Dude, you're drinking?" Matt asked, almost yelling at me.

I didn't even realize that I was doing it.

"No, I mean yes, but I wasn't even thinking about it. I just took a sip."

"You're fucked up, aren't you?"

I couldn't lie to Matt. So I told him that I got stoned with Adam.

"Wish my Big would get me stoned," he said, jealous.

I was talking about how good the weed was when CJ came back around the corner. He didn't look happy.

"Dude, she's fucking gone. Sucks!"

Matt and I started laughing. CJ could be such a goof ball sometimes. He didn't think that I was bull shitting him, he assumed she left.

"What?" CJ said, and then he realized. "You were fucking with me?"

We laughed again.

"Dude, that ain't cool. I was so ready for a blow job, its getting tiresome jerking off."

"Try switching hands, works for me," Matt said and the two of us laughed again.

"Yeah, har har har har har. Real fucking funny," CJ mocked, but he was laughing.

The three of us stood around the keg, talking and laughing, checking out and talking about the women. Besides the pin that was obvious on our underwear, we almost forgot that we were pledging. We almost felt like Brothers. All the Brothers were more concerned about getting laid than they were with us. Nobody bothered us. Even when we were filling up their beer, they were talking to us with respect and telling us about their potential conquests.

We'd play with the Sisters as we filled their beer, and some of them would just come over and talk to us. The sexual innuendos were abundant, and it felt great to be around women again. It wasn't a conscious thought, but on some level it was relieving to my heterosexual side. I was really enjoying myself.

I started talking to this really hot chick named Amy. She was Italian and had a smoking body. We really hit it off and I think she was digging me. She was real cool. She was a Sophomore Education Major and wanted to be a teacher. We talked for like a half hour. Before she went back down stairs, she told me her dorm and room number and said to stop by when I was done pledging.

Matt and CJ made a big fuss about how hot she was and how she kept on looking over my body.

"Dude, if I were you, the moment we get in I'd be knocking on her door ready to hit that." Did I mention that CJ was always horny? I mean who isn't, but CJ was to the extreme.

Although it had been close to two hours since Adam and I had smoked that joint, I was still feeling pretty high. I hadn't seen Adam since we parted and I hoped that he was OK. I couldn't get him off my mind, so I decided to look for him to see what he was up to. I told Matt and CJ what I was doing and that I'd be back in a few. They were talking to a couple of Sisters and didn't seem to care.

I walked around the House searching for him. As I made my way through the party, the Brothers and Sisters had begun to pair up, for what probably would be the "hook up" for the evening.

The mixer (and the parties) encompassed two floors of the house, the fist floor and the basement. The DJ was typically in the basement, but there were speakers on the first floor that played music.

The room that we had been in was a room that I don't know what you would call. It was room that was between, and opened, to all the rooms. There were a couple of couches and sliding glass doors that opened to a porch. I guess it was the hang out room. People would come in, have a beer, hang out and chat, and them move on.

The main living room was off of it, and in the front of the house. It was cleared out for the party and used as one of the dance floors. No Adam, but there was a group of maybe 8 Sisters and a few of Brothers dancing.

The next room was a big dining room with a sunroom off of it. I guess you could call this the hook up area. It was dark and lit by candles. As I walked through the room, there were maybe 6 couples making out on different couches and areas. Some of them were at it pretty heavy. I tried not to look too hard. Still no Adam.

I wade my way to the Kitchen, which had a huge table in it. There was a mix of Brothers and Sisters playing quarters around the table. It was really loud in there and everyone was yelling. I asked a few of the guys if they had seen Adam, and they hadn't.

I hadn't been down in the basement since the party started, so I had no idea what to expect. I made my way down the stairs. This is where the party was at. Majority of the Brothers and Sisters were down there and the dance floor was packed.

People were wasted and hanging all over each other, groping and making out on the dance floor. There was a lot of flesh showing out there and hands were feeling everywhere. Upstairs was fun and lively, but I realized that I wished I had been working downstairs.

I glanced the crowd, but I couldn't immediately see Adam. I started walking through. The Brothers looked like they were having a blast and totally ripped. 'Walsh' they'd say as I walked by. Some of them would hook me with their arm and introduce me to the girl they were chatting with, or just clap me on my back or rustle my hair. It was all smiles for a change. God, I couldn't wait to be a Brother. 'Anyone seen Adam?' No.

I made my way onto the dance floor, doing a little dance-walk as I went through. It was mobbed on there and really hot. No Adam here, but I ran into Amy. She was dancing in the middle under the disco ball with a couple of her Sisters. I stopped and talked to her.

Just then, Salt N Pepper came through the speakers, "Let's Talk About Sex". Everyone who wasn't on the dance floor already got on and it was a mess of bodies mushed together. There was no way I was getting out, so I just went with the crowd and started dancing. Amy was real close, and we started grind dancing together.

I had never been on a dance floor with no shirt on and I could feel a bunch of the Brothers sweaty chests and backs rubbing against mine. It was thrilling, having a girl in front of me, and a bare chested guy behind me. I was in heaven. This was the best of both worlds.

When the song was over, some people got off and there was a little room again. I said thanks to Amy, maybe I would see her later, but that I couldn't stay on the dance floor too long, being a pledge and all. She understood and gave me a kiss on my cheek. Nice.

There was a bar with a Keg-a-Rator against the back wall, which I saw Kevin and the other pledges were working. I had hardly seen Kevin all night and above the bar, you could just see his naked chest and head. He looked like some kind of bartender that you see at Chippendale's bar in a movie or something. Hot. He had like three Sisters hanging over the bar talking to him.

He saw me approaching and he gave me a smile. A dubious smile, like, 'Are you jealous'? And I was. Jealous of everything. Jealous at the women he got, jealous at his game, jealous how good he looked, jealous that he was working down here, jealous at the attention he commanded, jealous that it wasn't me he was coming on to.

Although I had to take that last one back. I couldn't be jealous that he wasn't coming on to me. It was I that had put an end to his advances. The gratifying thought was that I knew that I had the power there. That if I made an advance on him, he would jump on it in a heartbeat. I had that, and was beginning to realize what a powerful tool that could be on Kevin.

"Ladies, this is my Pledge Brother John Walsh," he introduced me.

They all said Hi.

"John, this is Amazing Amanda, Bodacious Brenda and Sizzling Susan." They were eating Kevin's charm up. He had such a way with people. I almost laughed.

"Hey Amazing Amanda, Bodacious Brenda and Sizzling Susan," I said. I saw them checking out my body. It was a little uncomfortable, although quite a compliment since these girls were hot themselves.

"Where you been all night?" Kevin asked.

"Unfortunately, working the keg upstairs. This is wild down here."

"I know," Kevin said. "Quite a sight, huh?" We both gazed out onto the dance floor.

I read into Kevin's 'quite a sight'. He was insinuating the guys as well. I saw it in his facial expression.

I gave him an honest answer, "Fucking amazing," and gave him a wink. I don't know if it was the pot, but I just felt like talking about it. I needed to get it out. I had to share.

I took it a step further. "Have you seen Brother Andy around? (wink) One of the Sisters was upstairs and couldn't stop talking about how amazing he looked."

"I know. She was down here too talking about him. Kept going on about his red briefs and what a great ass she had. She totally wanted to get in them." He was right with me.

"Andy Crowley? Oh my God," one of Kevin's entourage chimed in, I think she was Bodacious Brenda. "Who doesn't want to get into his pants?" The girls got giddy for a second. Kevin and I chuckled. These girls had no idea.

"But seriously, have you seen Adam around?" I asked.

"He was down here before doing shots. He was shit faced. Never seen him so fucked up before."

"Yeah, I know. I was looking for him to make sure he was OK."

Sean (the other pledge master) made his way over and asked Kevin for a shot of Yagger.

"Hey Pledge Master Sean," I said.

"What's up Walsh?"

"The mixer is awesome. Thanks for letting us work it."

"You don't seem like you're working too hard, but you're welcome," Sean chimed back.

"I'm looking for Adam, have you seen him?"

"Dude, your Big is fucking wrecked. Last I saw him, he said he was going to his room to pass out. His X was taking care of him. Damn if that girls doesn't have the best set of tits I ever seen."

"I think I'm going to go check on him, make sure he's OK," I said.

"Yeah, go ahead. Make sure you knock first, in case he's getting lucky," Sean said.

"Will do," I answered.

"I'll catch you later Kevin. Have fun. You girls take good care of my Brother here."

"Later Bro," Kevin said. The girls said bye too.

There's a back staircase that I took up to the second floor to Adam's room. I wondered if he was getting luck with Jennifer. He didn't seem like he was going to, but maybe the alcohol changed his mind.

I went up to his door and it was closed. I put my ear to the door, but couldn't hear anything. I knocked on the door. I could see the light was on in his room from under the door, but there was no answer. I knocked again, this time calling out his name. Still no answer. I didn't know if I should just leave him alone or make sure he was OK.

I decided to check in on him. I'm sure if he was with Jennifer, he would have yelled to go away. Besides, I'd just peek in, and if he were with her, I would close the door quickly. Not that Adam had anything to hide from me after Alexa.

I turned the knob and cracked the door. Adam's bed is against the same wall as the door, so I had to open the door enough to get a glimpse of the bed. No Jennifer. He was alone and passed out. He was lying on his back, on top of the sheets in just a pair of white briefs and breathing heavily.

He looked angelic just sleeping there. He seemed OK to me, and although logic told me I should just leave him alone, I wanted to take a closer look. So I slowly opened the door more so I could slip in and I closed the door behind me. I crept next to the bed and looked down on him.

I started at his head, his hair a little ruffled from sleeping, his eyes and mouth closed. His lips looked full now that I could actually stare at them, almost female like. People look different when they are sleeping, but Adam looked just as hot, perhaps more hot because he had this peaceful look about him. He hadn't shaved before the party, so he had some scruff going.

I moved my gaze down Adam's body to his chest. I knew I shouldn't be gawking at my Big like this, but I was totally intrigued. I watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed, his abdominal muscles slightly flexing with each breadth. His nipples seemed a little bigger than I remembered. It was kind of warm in Adam's room, so maybe they were a bit expanded from the heat. I focused in on his belly button and the trail leading into his underwear as he inhaled and exhaled. He looked so sexy, so manly.

After a few moments, I took a step down the length of Adam's body so that I was at his underwear. The tighty whities he was wearing were pretty tight. He must have been tossing and turning a bit because the band around the inside of his right leg was slightly pushed back, revealing a tuft of brown pubic and a part of his sack. I was starting to get really turned on.

I looked back up at Adam's face for a second to verify that his eyes were closed. They were. I moved my face closer to Adam's crotch so that I could get a closer look. His pubic hair was wiry and definitely browner that the rest of the hair on his body. The way he was sleeping, his legs were against each other, fully protruding his sack and dick, exposing a large package under his briefs.

His dick wasn't hard, but it was riding to the left of his balls and the outline visible under the tightness of his white underwear. I stared at it a few minutes, remembering Alexa sucking on it and Adam grabbing the sheets in intense pleasure. My dick started to get hard at the vision. I reached into my own boxers and pulled my hardening dick up and under the waistband, concealing the tent that was forming.

The room was absolutely silent, besides the sound of Adam's breathing and the low murmur of the music coming from downstairs. I started to get nervous. What if Adam woke up? Or what if someone else came in checking on Adam with me over him, looking at his package? I wasn't ready to leave just yet, so I moved along to his legs.

His legs were relaxed from sleeping and so were his muscles, but you could see the thickness of his muscles in his legs. He had really strong thighs and calves from running around the lacrosse field. Really fine blonde short hair started out from under his underwear and made its way down his legs. Inside his thighs, the hair was little thicker and darker, but lightened up as I moved down his legs. I noticed for the first time that he had a scar going down about 4 inches long on the outside of his right knee. He must have had some knee surgery.

Playing basketball pretty much my whole life and growing up on the beach, I must have seen guys in shorts thousands of times. But I never realized just how damn sexy a pair of legs can be on a guy. Honestly, it never did anything for me. Now though, it was becoming a total turn on for me. I reached down to feel my dick, and I was super hard.

Without even thinking about it, I reached my right hand out and laid it on Adam's shinbone. I looked at his face for a reaction but there was nothing. My Big was out cold. My heart was racing and I was feeling a rush. His skin was warm to the touch. Slowly, I glided my hand up his legs and over his skin, feeling the hair on his legs and the width of his muscles. It was electrifying. I stopped briefly on his kneecap, observing his breathing. It remained constant.

I tucked my fingers under his leg a bit, bringing my palm to the inside of his thigh. Carefully, I continued my feel up his leg. It was even warmer between his legs. With my thumb, I gently stroked the hairs between his thighs. Closer to his crotch, his upper legs were pushed together, and I hit the point where my hand couldn't explore up further. I left my hand there, enjoying the feeling, the tip of my thumb caressing the skin just under his balls.

Adam suddenly moved a bit and I retracted my hand. I looked at his face again but there was no reaction. He seemed to open his legs a bit, as if giving me room to go further. My hand missed the warmth of his legs. After waiting a moment, I reached out to touch him again, but I stopped centimeters from his skin.

What was I doing? I'm feeling up my friend, my Big, while he sleeps? Time had escaped me and I wasn't certain how long I had been in here. I felt disgusted with myself for what I had just done and decided to leave. I went for the door, grabbed the knob, but haltered leaving. I looked to my left at Adam lying there. He looked divine. Something was taking over me. Rather than twisting the door knob and leaving, I took my hand off the knob. I reached for the lock and I locked the door.

I went back to the side of his bed. I tested how out he was by placing my hand on his shoulder and slightly shook him. He didn't react. I shook him again, this time saying quietly, "Adam, wake up." Still nothing. If my heart was fluttering before, it was pounding now. Even my legs were shaking a bit. I shook him a little harder and again asked him to wake up. The boy was out for the count.

I rubbed my palms together to warm them up. I placed my hands just where I left off, between his thighs. His skin was soft, besides the slight coarseness of his hair. As scared as I was, I was also excited. With Adam parting his legs when he stirred before, I was able to get my hand all the way up the inside of his thigh so that my index finger was up against the fabric of his underwear against the skin right below his balls.

My thumb was loose and above his crotch. Gently, I brought it down and on top of his sack. I held my breadth as I looked at Adam. He didn't move. I felt for Adam's balls with my thumb and found one. Lightly, I caressed it, feeling the size and mass of it. It felt strange, but really good. After caressing it a few moments, I felt for his other ball. It was a little lower and to the left. I played with both of them, back and forth, rolling them between my fingers for a few minutes.

Adam's breathing continued steady and I pulled my hand out from between his legs. Feeling encouraged, I brought my entire hand down on Adam's sack and cupped his balls. I could feel the weight of them. I felt dominance over Adam by having his manhood in my hands, even though he was asleep and unaware of what I was doing. What would he do if he woke up? Would he punch me? Would he freak out? Would he reach up and pull me down on top of him and lock lips with me? Not being able to answer that question only made me explore his body further.

With my free hand, I reach up and slid it under the band of my boxers. I brought my hands around my stiff dick and felt just how hard I was. The head of my dick was above the band and showing. As I stroked up, I felt the wetness of precum that I had leaked. The pleasure was immense as it slicked my pole on the stroke down. I was so excited that a couple of more strokes and I would have been splooging.

I just held my dick as I looked at Adam. I hadn't touched his yet, but I noticed that it was on the rise. Under his underwear, he was getting hard. He wasn't tenting. His dick was against his lower stomach, held there by his tight underwear, pointing to the left and growing towards his left hip. I was mesmerized as I watched it get fully erect and expand. I was making him hard! I rubbed his balls a little more to entice him to get full blown hard.

Eventually he grew to full staff, about 8 inches. Still no movement from Adam except for his dick. His cock was straining to get from out of his underwear, now semi tenting along the length of his dick.

I was going crazy; I didn't know what to do. I was so turned on by what was happening yet so afraid that he could awake at any moment. It was thrilling; I couldn't stop now. I wanted to feel his hard dick in my hand. I wanted to know the strength of it, the girth of it, and the power of it.

I took my left hand off my own dick and brought it close to Adam's. I noticed the shininess of the freshly wet lubricant on my hand from my own hard dick. Hesitantly, almost touching it, but then not, I traced the outline of Adam's immense dick with my thumb and forefinger through the fabric. It was almost all I could handle without my dick just shooting. I withdrew both of my hands.

Bringing my right hand to my forehead, I felt that I was sweating. This was intense. As much I was telling myself I had to stop, I just couldn't. It was as if some spirit had taken over my body and I had lost control.

I focused in on his stomach. With the tip of my finger, I lightly traced his ab muscles. His stomach was tight and I could feel the hardness of the muscles under his soft skin. I eased my finger into his belly button and fingered it. This gave a slight rise to Adam's dick and disrupted his breathing. Checking out his face, he didn't really move, but he turned his head to the right. I was frozen as I waited for his breathing to go back to normal.

When it did, I took my finger out of his bellybutton and did the unexpected. I brought my mouth down to it and stuck my tongue inside. I felt the hairs of his treasure trail on my tongue along with the heat of his skin. I didn't stay there long, but enjoyed the moment. I inhaled through my nose, picking up the scent of Adam. He smelled awesome. It was way erotic.

Standing back up I went to Adam's right nipple. As soon as I touched it, it went hard. He had a few blond hairs around his nipple that stood straight up as his nipple hardened. This must have been really a sensitive area for Adam. I had hardly grazed his nipple and his body shifted and slightly convulsed.

I giggled slightly to myself at his reaction. I touched it again, and again he shifted, almost lifting his chest to my touch. Even though he was asleep, he was enjoying the feeling. I looked down at his dick and he was still hard as a rock. I was tempted to lick his nipple but decided against it. If it was that sensuous at the touch, a tongue might wake him up.

I moved up to his face and gazed at his full lips. I brought my lips to his and gave him a soft kiss. It felt natural and perfect. I had to do it again and I gave him another kiss.

My hormones were on overdrive and I needed to jerk off. I just wanted to see his dick. Not the outline of his hard dick through his underwear. I wanted to see it for real. I wanted to hold it just once in my hand, skin to skin.

I moved back to his stomach and laid my left hand on it palm down so that he got used to the touch. After a minute, I worked my fingers under the band, little by little. I glanced from his underwear to his face, watching for a sign of him waking up. Eventually, my hands were far enough under that I could feel the shaft of his dick against my fingertips. The heat under there was amazing.

Gently, I began to raise the band up and away from his body. My heart was in my throat; I could feel it pumping throughout my entire body. I moved my head down so that I could get a peak. I saw the base of his hard cock surrounded by pubic hair. There was no stopping now.

I had the band maybe three inches from his skin. With my right hand, I gently moved his dick through the fabric so that the top half of it was exposed from under the band until it was pointing straight up, and basically touching his belly button. Adam stirred a bit and I freaked. I couldn't drop the band, it would snap his dick and wake him up. But if he woke up on his own, he would see me there with his dick sticking out and me holding his underwear. I stood still and prayed that he didn't wake up.

He rolled his head a couple of times and wrinkled his nose, but he didn't wake up. He settled with his head turned the other way, to his left. Giving it another 30 seconds, I went back to the task at hand. I looked at his engorged head, flared and deep purple. His hardon was pushing against the band, wanting to stand straight out. Rather than trying to shimmy his underwear off, I decided to try a different approach.

I switched my hands, now holding the band with my right hand. With my left hand, this time palm up, I wedged my left hand between his stomach and shaft. I lifted the band away from his body as far as I could without making it too taught and closed my fingers around his hard dick. Mission accomplished. It felt so fucking amazing. I had Adam's hard dick in my hand! He was so hard yet the skin was so soft. My thumb and my fingers just didn't touch, so he was pretty thick.

I could feel Adam's heart beat in his dick. Now that I had gotten this far, I didn't know what to do. I just squeezed a little, getting a good feeling of his size and how rigid his dick was. He had plenty of extra skin around his shaft and my hand easily slid up and down a little. Without meaning to, I found myself slowly beginning to stoke his dick. Not long strokes, just short easy ones, sliding not even a half an inch in either direction.

I was ecstatic. As much as I would have loved to jerk him off till he came, I knew that would be impossible without waking him up. Adam's breathing was getting shorter, but he wasn't moving. I figured I would enjoy another few seconds and then put his dick away.

As I looked at the head of his cock, I saw a blob of precum leak out his slit. I couldn't believe it; he was really enjoying this. Curiosity got the best of me and I moved my hand up the length of his shaft and to his head. I arched my thumb over his head and smeared the jism around his head. Adam took a deep breadth and moaned. I moved my eyes quickly to his face. His eyes were closed, but he seemed to be smiling. He probably thought he was having a wet dream.

Although I was afraid as shit, I couldn't resist teasing the head of his dick again. He moaned again, but this time seemed gutter to a low "Yeahhhh". It was about all I could stand. I tried to scoop some of Adam's pre cum on my fingers and let his dick go. I still held the band in my right hand and let the elastic pull it back down around his waist.

His erection was still protruding out above his band, but I took my hand away. I looked at my own dick, and ironically, we were both in the same position. Precum had smeared all over my stomach from bending over. I was so hard and so ready to cum, I couldn't wait to get to a bathroom.

There was no way I was going to be able to stuff his dick back in unless it was soft. I looked his whole body over once again, but knew it was time for me to go. I was about to leave when I saw a knitted blanket folded over the footboard. Rather than leave my Big "exposed" and open to ridicule from the other Brothers should they find him in the same state as he is in right now, I grabbed the blanket and spread it over him. I stole one more quick kiss from him and was out the door.

I peered into the hallway and didn't see anyone. I closed the door behind me. About three doors down from Adam is one of the bathrooms. I tried to cover myself should anyone suddenly come out of his room. Lucky for me, the bathroom door was open.

I jumped in, slammed the door closed behind me and locked it. In a second I had my boxers around my ankles and my fist around my dick. It wasn't going to take me long. I was so turned on I pounded my dick like a mad man. I looked at myself naked in the mirror above the sink, jerking myself off. I focused below my waist and imagined that it was Adam I was jerking off, not my own dick.

I remembered that I had some of Adam's splooge on my left hand. I raised it up to my nose and took a sniff. It smelled unbelievable. I stuck my tongue out and lapped it up. I rolled it around my mouth, tasting it. I don't know how to describe it. It tasted like nothing I had tasted before. I didn't enjoy the taste as much as I did just knowing that it was Adam's.

About ten more strokes and I was ready to shoot. I was standing up and didn't want to get cum all over my boxers, so I stepped out of them and over to the sink. I figured I would just shoot in the sink that way it would be easy to clean up. I kept Adam's pre cum in my mouth as I started to convulse and my body stiffened. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I started to cum. This was going to be one hell of an orgasm. I felt my dick explode as shot after shot of cum left my balls. My knees gave out slightly and I held onto the sink with my left hand for support. It felt fucking awesome.

I just stood there a minute, enjoying the full effect of my orgasm, with my eyes closed and my hand around my softening dick. As I opened my eyes I swallowed what I had left of Adam in my mouth. I laughed as I saw that I had overshot the sink and there were two gobs of my cum on the mirror. 'And the gold medal for distance goes to John Walsh,' I amused myself.

I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my cum off the mirror the best I could and tossed it in the toilet. The rest I rinsed down the sink with water. I took a seat on toilet and relaxed for a moment. 'You just raped you Big,' I thought to myself and felt guilt setting in. I was thinking it over for a few minutes when there was a knock on the door.

"Hello?" I heard a female voice say from the other side.

"Ah, one minute," I said as I stood up and flushed the toilet. I threw my boxers back on and scoped the sink in case I missed a shot of cum. I didn't see any. I rinsed my hands and opened the door.

"Hey," a beautiful looking Sister said to me.

"Hey," I said in return. She was wearing only a T-shirt that barely covered her ass. She must have just been with one of the Brothers. Post sex clean up, you know.

"You finished in there?" she asked with a smile as she checked me out. My dick was still full after just cumming and was quite noticeable.

"Um, yeah, its all yours," I said as she walked past me.

"Thanks," she replied as she smiled and closed the door.

You should have been getting some of that rather than feeling up your Big, I reprimanded myself as I made my way down the stairs and back to the mixer.

The first floor was empty when I got back down there. Everyone had either gone to the basement or up to one of the bedrooms. The basement stayed busy for another two hours or so. It slowly thinned out as more people went up their rooms or got a ride back to campus from one of the pledges. Not many girls needed a ride back to campus that night. And the ones that did mostly had a Brother with them. There were a few people who went back alone, but not many.

We all had the times of our lives. None of the pledges actually hooked up at the mixer, but they all met some really cool chicks that they got phone numbers from or room numbers.

Being there at the Mixer gave us all a picture of what was in store for us and we couldn't wait. We just needed to get our interviews done and through Hell Week. We could taste Brotherhood on the tips of our tongues.

The next chapter will wrap up pledge season and getting into the Fraternity. I know that there hasn't been too much "hot sex" in any of these chapters, but true to life, I didn't get any until Christmas Break. I hope at a minimum you find these chapters intriguing. They may not be full of action, but I am trying to develop the story and take me (and you) through my sexual development. I'm also trying to make sure that you have a full understanding of the main "characters" of my life, namely Kevin, Adam and Matt. There are more, but they will come with the story. After 13, the story will move along a little quicker and definitely involve more sex. I'll begin accepting my bisexual desires and experimenting a lot more. Just bare with me, we'll get there. As always, thanks for sharing this with me and let me know your thoughts.

Peace.

John