Fraternity Memoirs

Fraternity Memoirs Part 23 - Spring Break, Part 1

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A beginning note...assuming that those of you not of legal age to read this aren't listening to the warning above, I want to have a quick discussion with you on drug usage. This chapter and pretty much most of the future chapters will involve a good amount of usage of drugs. It may seem that I am making drugs sound cool, even encouraging use, but I'm not. I believe in experimentation, but there is a certain amount of responsibility that comes with experimenting. Remember that best of anything is done within limits and reason. Use your head, understand that drugs are addictive, expensive, and when done in the wrong environment or to the extreme, can be detrimental or even fatal. Please be careful. And with that said, here's FM #23... ____________________________________________________________________

Though I may confuse you at times with my hot and cold attitude of being attracted to, and hooking up with guys, one minute horny for it and the next annoyed or grossed out by it, understand that it was a roller coaster for me (all of us), and I was beyond confused myself, so I am just telling it as it was...

"Good Bye Mississippi, Hellllooooo Louisiana!" we sang in unison. Corny, probably even dorky, I know. But with five stoned college kids in the car, we couldn't help but be a little corny. Actually, I guess there were four of us stoned in the car; the fifth person, Adam, was sober and driving.

Spring fucking break. I was psyched. If spring break was even half as fun as everyone said it would be, we were going to have a kick-ass time. Destination: Panama City. There were like 40 guys going to Panama City this year. Some of the guys had decided to go to Daytona, but most of us were going to Panama City.

Matt, Adam, CJ, Evan and I had decided to take a slight detour and meet up with everyone in Panama City. Stop in Atlanta, do some riverboat gambling in Biloxi, MS and then spend three days getting wasted on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. From there, we would drive the gulf coast over and finish the week at Panama City with the rest of the guys.

I was ecstatic that Adam had decided to come along with us. Adam and I were still really close, but so far this semester we weren't hanging out as much as I had envisioned. Michele had her ropes around Adam now that he wasn't the pledge master anymore. I don't know, maybe I was too possessive of Adam, cause we did hang around a lot, when I think about it.

We talked every day in the Student Center, hung out at the parties and mixers while Adam was there before leaving for Chele's, had lunch and stuff together, and he'd drop by our room and hang some nights. But most nights I didn't see Adam, he was with Chele. So when I mentioned to him what our plan for spring break was and he said he was definitely in, I was totally psyched. All of us were. Besides, Adam offered up his car, which saved us a few bucks since we were going to rent one.

Before leaving, Matt, Evan, CJ, and I got some fake IDs. That's a huge advantage of being in a Fraternity. Just pick someone 21 who is close to you in size, weight, and eye color, grab their birth certificate, social security card, a copy of a bill in their name, and you have a license that says you are 21. Piece of cake. This was before the age of digital pictures at the DMV, so it may not be quite as easy anymore. Sucks for you younger guys.

We took a head start and left the Wednesday before Spring Break and headed towards Atlanta. Atlanta was a cool city; much bigger than I was expecting. What's there to do in Atlanta for Spring Break, you ask? Strip joints! The strip joints in Atlanta were fucking amazing. I've never seen a place like the Gold Club before. Hot, naked chicks galore and you could drink! I'd been to a few strip joints prior, but the ones I was at were either naked-and-no-drinks or topless-only-and-you-could-drink.

Most of the strippers in the places I had been were kind of skanky and just over the hill (anyone who has ever been to Frank's Chicken House in NJ knows what I'm talking about). But not the Atlanta girls. They were young, hot girls with great bodies. And they could really work the crowd. CJ and Matt were in their glory, tipping the girls left and right with dollar bills. Evan enjoyed himself, but he was more concerned about drinking than he was the girls. Adam had a good time, but he was a little more "mature" than the rest of us, and he and I enjoyed watching Matt and CJ making idiots of themselves drooling all over the girls.

We all took turns getting lap dances before we left. I really enjoyed my lap dance from this smoking brunette who spent 10 minutes gyrating on my crotch and rubbing her naked tits all over my face. She had an awesome ass, but you weren't allowed to touch the girls, so I didn't really think it was worth the 50 bucks. I mean when you can get the real thing, why bother with a lap dance?

But I'll tell you what was worth the $50...watching the other guys get their lap dances. Seeing the lust on their faces, the awe in their eyes and the tent in their pants as they got up when the dance was over was worth every penny. Seeing them turned on turned me on, I guess.

"I think I just came in my shorts," CJ whispered in my ear as he sat next to me, taking Matt's seat, who was up next. I didn't see a wet spot, but his hard long schlong was evident under his khakis. I laughed at him, slyly adjusting my erection, which he had just made a little plumper.

So after blowing a small fortune (probably only $75 or $100, but to a college freshman, that was a lot of money) we jumped in the car and headed straight to Biloxi, MS, where we hoped to recoup all the money, and then some, that we had spent in Atlanta. We didn't get a hotel room to save a few bucks; rather, we tried sleeping in the car as one of us took turns driving. It didn't work so well.

We got there pretty early, so we parked in the parking lot of one of the casinos and we all slept for a good while. CJ had driven and Adam rode shotgun, so that left Evan, me, and Matt in the back seat, in that order. It was kind of difficult for three pretty good-sized college boys to share a back seat, so after a lot of shifting and knocking and annoying the hell out of each other, we had to devise a better plan. So we decided to lay with our backs on each others' chests so we could all kind of lay out. Matt's back was against the door, my back was against Matt's torso and my head on his chest. Evan was in the same position on my torso.

It seemed innocent enough, and in the minds of most guys, it probably was. But my fucked-up mind couldn't help but think of the sexual implications. Matt decided to rest his left arm over my shoulder and across my chest, so that his hand was just under my right pec. And I could feel the definition of Matt's chest on my back and his breath in my hair. Evan was pressed against my chest and the arch of his back was against my crotch, and I was desperately afraid that I would get an erection that he would have to feel. I was too self-conscious to put my left arm over Evan as Matt had done to me. So I draped it over the back seat. I guess the best way to describe it was a guilty pleasure.

I was so comfortable and so uncomfortable at the same time that I had a hard time falling asleep. In a way, I kept hoping that Matt would go hard against my back. I just wanted to feel it there. But I knew what that would do to me, so in another way, I didn't want him to get hard. My mind had a million thoughts running though it, and I was doing all that I could to keep my dick soft. Eventually I could hear everyone else in the car breathing deeper and sleeping. After an insane amount of time, I finally fell asleep.

I want to take a moment to put a side note about Matt here. I feel like I am not doing justice to the friendship that Mat and I had. I am very much concentrating on Kevin and Adam where I am in the story right now. If I wrote about every friendship that I had and developed, I'd be writing till the age of 70. But I have my reasons for putting Matt on the back-burner. Come my Junior year, Matt will become the focal point of my story.

But know that Matt and I did everything together. We shared a room, showered together, shared clothes, ate together, went to the Student Center together, always hung out at the parties and mixers and when nothing else was going on we had the guys from our pledge class in our room hanging out. We talked about everything (well, everything but, you know...) from girls to classes to music to sports. He was definitely my best friend at college and quickly becoming my best friend in the world.

Matt didn't do it for me like Kevin and Adam did, or even Andy for that matter. Don't get me wrong, I had difficulty showering with Matt on occasions, springing wood when he soaped up his body or seeing his morning hard on when he got up, adjusting it under his tented boxer shorts so it wasn't so obvious. Maybe it was because we were such good friends, I don't know. I just didn't "lust" after him like I did for Kevin.

So I'll leave it at that. Back to Spring Break...

I awoke to the sound of a door closing and Matt stretching behind me. The first thought I had was, "I'm not hard, am I?" Taking a quick physical analysis with my mind, I determined that I wasn't hard, thank god. Evan was still asleep, but woke up pretty quickly as I stretched as well. The position was comfortable to start, but waking up this way was a different story. Within a minute we were all piling outside and stretching more, getting the kinks in our muscles out.

I was already confused as to what day it was, which is a very good sign of a fun trip. It was only Thursday. We had left Atlanta about 2 in the morning and it was about an 8 hour drive to Biloxi. When we had pulled into the parking lot, it was empty. It was now about 2 PM, and the parking lot had filled up some. We got changed into some fresh clothes in the parking lot and brought some soap, toothbrushes, paste, and gel into the casino to wash up. It would have been nice to have a room, but again...the college budget. Before heading in, Evan and I took a few turns at the one-hitter.

Biloxi is no Las Vegas, but it was a cool place to gamble. They call it Riverboat Gambling, but they aren't really boats, at least the one we were at. It was more of a building built on the water, but it was cool all the same. I actually did pretty good. When we left Biloxi, I had $200 more than I left school with, after covering the $100 or so I had spent in Atlanta. It was my lucky day at blackjack. It wasn't a fortune, but it was a nice chunk of change to add to the Spring Break fund.

The other guys weren't quite as lucky. CJ won like $100, Evan lost $60, Matt lost like $120, and we heard him whine about it for a day. Adam, surprisingly enough, didn't gamble. Instead, he just watched me take the casino's money. We all drank as we played, so Adam was the sober one to make the final leg to New Orleans. Thank god for Adam.

As we crossed the Louisiana State line, Evan lit a joint. The four of us smoked it up. Evan was like a walking pharmacy, and I was glad that he had decided to come along with us on our long cut to Panama City. Evan was a fun guy, but a total stoner. The first thing he did every morning, like in the parking lot earlier, was take a few pulls on a one-hitter. And then he smoked all day long.

I had begun hanging out a lot with Evan. And in my hanging out with him, I started smoking more pot myself. Not to the degree that he did, but it was becoming a once or twice-a-day habit. In the middle of the day we'd take a walk around campus and split a joint. And if we crossed paths at night, we'd smoke some then too. At parties, Evan always had a gathering of people smoking with him and I was always his wing-man.

While Matt enjoyed getting high occasionally, mostly on the weekends, he didn't join Evan and me all the time. I thought about buying some from Evan, not that he would have charged me, to have around the room, but I didn't think that Matt would appreciate it too much. So I kept my smoking to parties and hanging out with Evan. I also dabbled in some other drugs with Evan, but I'll get into that at later points in the story. Adam wasn't aware, but besides a ton of pot, Evan had brought a few eight-balls of coke.

It was like a two-hour drive to New Orleans. About a half hour after smoking the first joint, Evan lit another one. Matt and CJ passed, so Evan and I had to finish the joint ourselves. Not that we were complaining. By the time we were finished, the two of us were fucking wrecked. I tend to get a little mellower when I get stoned, but Evan is the exact opposite. He gets all this energy and all chatty and it quickly rubs off on me.

I distinctly remember looking out the window at this strange State that was my country, stoned out of my mind, and thinking about the still 10 days of craziness I/we had in front of us. Thinking man, life is good. I can feel the grin I had on my face as I writing this, and it's a good memory. A college kid without a care in the world, independence from the family, heading off to a party that would last over a week and be had in four States.

And I thought of Kevin, still on campus, probably getting ready to leave for Florida with the rest of the Brothers. I didn't miss him, but I remember enjoying the thought of him, briefly. I knew I'd see him in a couple of days and it would be awkward, hanging around everyone. I had a hard time dealing with my feelings for Kevin and what we did together when with the "crew". It started to make me nervous, thinking about Kevin, getting a little paranoid from the weed. I focused back on Evan to feed off of his energy and vibes.

Evan demanded that we listen to the Grateful Dead, so we put in his "Skeletons in the Closet" CD. We were listening to the CD as we approached the city: "Trucking, down to New Orleans"...Evan and I started making our own words to the song, in our stoned stupor.

"Trucking, got my chips cashed in, (Biloxi reference)

Fucked up, down on Bourbon Street.

Want beads? Show me your Titties, Yeahhhh.

Sometimes the light's all shining on me,

So fucked up we can barely see.

Lately it occurs to me....

What a long strange trip it'll beeeeee..."

Evan and I were laughing hysterically and having a great time, Kevin now out of my mind. Everyone else didn't quite enjoy it as much as we did, especially when we asked to hear the song again and again. We made up more lines than that; I'm just giving you a flavor. For Evan and I, that little stanza became the theme of our spring break, singing it whenever we had too much to drink or smoke, our arms around each other's shoulder.

I couldn't wait to get to New Orleans. I had never been, but heard that it was a crazy fucking place. Any city where you can get a girl to show you her tits for some plastic beads was my kind of town. God bless America! On top of that, I couldn't wait to get a hotel and a shower.

It was dark when we got to the city, around 9 PM. We didn't have reservations at any hotel. We were hoping that we could find a vacancy; otherwise we were going to sleep in the car. We drove around for a while till we found a hotel with a room. Being on the college budget, we got one room with two queen size beds and a cot. The place was a dump, and a good 20-minute walk to Bourbon Street, but we didn't plan on spending too much time in the room.

As tired as we were, or at least I was, we were psyched to get down to Bourbon Street. So we unloaded the car, went upstairs and took quick showers. CJ jumped in the shower first. While CJ was in the shower, Adam asked, "What's the sleeping arrangements?"

Matt took the lead on this one, "Well, hopefully we'll find ourselves in a hot chick's bed instead of sharing beds with each other (huge smile on Matt's face). But otherwise..." Matt surveyed the beds, "how about you (Adam) and Evan take that bed, and Walsh and I will take this bed."

"OK by me," Adam said. "You guys all right with that?" Adam asked Evan and me.

"Yeah. Sucks for CJ, but that's what he gets for taking the first shower and probably using up all the hot water," I said.

By default, CJ was in the cot. In my mind I was a little disappointed at the sleeping arrangement; I wished that I were sharing the bed with Adam. It wasn't a lingering thought, but I recognized it. What was I gonna do? I couldn't say, `Actually, I'd rather sleep with, I mean next to, Adam'...

"If he complains, we'll just call scroll. We all have scroll on CJ, right?" Matt suggested/asked.

"Yeah, you do," Adam said. He would know, he decided scroll for us. "First time I heard any of you call scroll; I'm impressed, Matt."

"Thanks," Matt said. He gleamed slightly. Even though we weren't his pledges anymore, there is still a certain satisfaction in getting a compliment from your pledge master.

I guess I should take a moment and explain "scroll," as it will come up in the future. You guys in fraternities may have something similar, but I'll explain for the rest of you. About two weeks into the second semester, we were formally inducted into the Fraternity. I won't get into the ritual, but the last part of the evening entailed signing the Fraternity's Scroll.

Every Brother from the founding members has signed "The Scroll". The Scroll was a long piece of canvas-like material on a medieval type double spool. It wasn't too wide, maybe 6 inches. I have no idea how long it is, but it looked pretty long, leaving space for all the future generations. Next to each name was a number. That number was your scroll number.

I didn't mention it earlier in the story, but your scroll number was like a pecking order. An example: You are a Brother and have kidnapped a pledge. You take the pledge to the House and have him clean your room. If another Brother comes home and he has a better (lower) scroll number than you, he can "call scroll," take the pledge away from you, and have the pledge clean his room. It happened many times while we were pledging. It was an honor system that had to be obeyed. There were other uses, like deciding who got to live in the House. I hope you get the idea.

Pledge Masters decided scroll order for their class. And as a pledge, it was something that you knew was important and wanted the lowest scroll of your class. When it came time to sign the scroll at the induction ceremony, the Pledge Masters called us up one by one to sign the scroll in front of the whole Fraternity.

My name was called first. I had the lowest, and best, scroll number of the class. I was elated. 19 numbers had been added to the scroll for the newest Brothers that were being inducted. As I signed the scroll, feeling the sense of history it held, I saw that my number was 357. When I was done signing , there was clapter from the Brothers.

Damien's name was called next, and I knew that he was envious of me. Damien (volleyball player from Jr. College) definitely expected to sign the scroll first, being the pledge class President. He had been talking about it all week leading to Induction. Everyone had, but especially Damien. On top of that, it got back to me later that week that Damien was talking shit and saying that the only reason I got top scroll of the class was because Adam was my Big. Maybe it was, but I felt I deserved it.

Matt was third, Evan was somewhere in the middle, CJ was one of the last ones. The last pledge to sign? Kevin. If I had to guess, that was mostly Adam's doing. But Kevin didn't really care, he wasn't into the whole "Fraternity Thing."

OK, back to New Orleans...

CJ wasn't too happy about the cot situation. But Matt was right; calling scroll seemed to settle the issue. CJ was good that way, he didn't challenge the system or push it. I found it very respectable.

"Gives me the added incentive to make sure I hook up with a chick tonight," CJ said as he dropped his towel to the floor, grabbed his dick and flopping it around, added, "And get my Johnson some nice wet pussy."

"That's the fucking ugliest dick I ever seen," Evan said, looking up from rolling a couple of joints for the evening. "I saw more of that thing I ever wanted to during Pizza Night. Put that hooded, one eyed monster away, will ya?"

"Don't feel belittled by my size," CJ joked back.

"Dude, I'm packed plenty well, thank you. But I'd take a pencil dick over your ugly thing any day," Evan retorted, "No wonder you never get laid."

"Whatever," CJ said as he grabbed a pair of underwear from his bag.

Matt and I were laughing pretty hard at the banter between these two. But looking at CJ's face, and knowing that he was sensitive about this particular issue, I could tell that he was kind of hurt. I didn't feel too bad though; he should have known better than to "expose" himself to the ridicule.

Eventually, we all took our showers. I was the last one to go, after Matt. I got dressed quickly, throwing on an almost identical outfit to Adam's. In fact, we were all wearing letters. Different colors, so we didn't look like dorks. Matt had on a pair of jeans and Evan had on a pair of cargo pants (he needed plenty of pockets to carry around his bags of drugs). CJ had on shorts, like Adam and I. CJ had one fucking long pair of legs, I noticed (for like the 50th time).

After brushing my teeth, doing my hair and whatnot, we were ready to hit Bourbon Street. Before taking off, Evan gave me a nod towards the bathroom and a brought his finger up to his mouth in a "Shh" gesture. I followed him into the bathroom about a minute later. I closed the door behind me and Evan was laying out four lines of coke.

A smile came to my face at the prospect of getting bumped up. I felt a little shady, the other guys being out there and us in here. We weren't "hiding it," but maybe were from Adam. He still had the "father-like" image to us, so we preferred not to snort lines in front of him. On past occasions of doing lines at parties or something, Adam would ask me if I was on something. I always told him no. But looking back, it had to be pretty obvious what the two of us were doing in there. As the coke hit the back of my nostrils and started dripping down my throat, I felt like I was king of the world. And with that, we made our way to Bourbon Street.

We had two keys to the room. Adam kept one and CJ took the other key. In his slightly smaller brain, to CJ, that somehow made up for getting the cot. We walked across town and on the way over shared one of the bones that Evan had just rolled earlier. Adam joined us, making the joint even better.

Bourbon Street is fucking amazing. If you've never been, I highly recommend going. The streets were packed, filled with college kids. I don't know if it's always like this (besides Mardi Gras), but a lot of spring breakers had the same idea that we did. Tomorrow was St. Patrick's Day, and they had a parade, so maybe a lot of people were in town for that. It wasn't as mobbed as pictures that I have seen of Mardi Gras, but we had to make our way through a crowd of people also walking on the streets.

The amazing thing is that you could drink right on the streets and never even go into a bar. We weren't even carded. We had a few Hurricanes. Man, those things were good and strong. But they were really sweet, and after a couple we switched to beer, which you could buy in these closet-sized stores on Bourbon Street that had kegerators in them..

We decided to make our way down Bourbon to check out all the places. None of us had ever been here before, and didn't know which were the best places to hang out. We had no idea how long Bourbon went, but we figured when we hit the end, we'd come back and pick the places that seemed the coolest.

We slowly made our way down Bourbon, stopping along the way to watch the girls flash their tits for beads. Most of the chicks that were showing their boobs were kind of older and nasty. Not a turn-on, but it was entertaining all the same. The night was still young, and we figured the more the college-aged babes drank, the more they would start showing some nipple.

We were walking along, talking to some girls and having a good time. We passed a bunch of packed places, but we thought we'd continue along to see it all. As we crossed one street, things seemed to change. Suddenly, the street, though not nearly as crowded, was filled mostly with guys. And it was pretty obvious that these guys were gay.

On the corner to our left was some bar with a balcony and bunch of dudes, a few of them with no shirts on. They started whistling and screaming things at us like, "Frat boys! Show us your tits!" and dangling beads over the railing. We realized we weren't in Kansas anymore. Suddenly, we had entered the gay zone.

Looking ahead of us, it seemed like pretty much the same scene. A quick look at each other, and we realized that it was time to turn around. We, including myself, felt extremely uncomfortable, and without saying anything for about a minute, we crossed back over the street and onto "straight" Bourbon Street again. Everyone let their breath out and kind of laughed.

"I heard fags like ugly uncut dicks, CJ. You can meet up with us later if you want to stay for a while." We all cracked up.

"Fuck off, Evan."

I looked back over my shoulder. I have to admit that I was somewhat intrigued. I mean, I really didn't want to stay there, with the "fags". But back on "our" side of the street, I kind of felt like observing from a safe distance. It definitely seemed a little wilder on that side of Bourbon Street. Most of the guys seemed a bit older than I was, but it was still intriguing to see.

The guys kept walking, and so did I, glancing back over my right shoulder. A few storefronts in, we stopped and tried to come up with a plan. Evan suggested we walk up a side street and smoke another one of the joints. CJ and Adam had had enough, so we decided to split up for a few minutes. They went into one of the bars while Matt, Evan and I walked up and over to one of the side streets to smoke some more. After finishing the joint, we went back to the bar and had a few drinks with the other guys.

We had been smoking all day, and combined with the Hurricanes, beer, and the couple of lines that Evan and I did, I was feeling no pain. The bar had a lot of hot chicks in it, so we hung out a pretty long time in this one bar, throwing back drinks. I have to admit that even a couple of guys caught my eyes; sometimes no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control the thoughts in my head.

The place seemed to fill and empty in waves, and after awhile, it was time to move on to another bar. A change of scenery and a new batch of ladies to hit on (maybe even a few guys to look at?). As we made our way out of the bar, we noticed that they were allowing you to put your unfinished beers in plastic cups and take them with you. I love this fucking city, I thought.

Stepping out of the bar, now completely drunk, was like stepping onto a completely different Bourbon Street than we had been on earlier. The streets were even more packed and the chicks that were flashing tits now were much hotter and younger than the ones we had seen earlier. We should have left the bar an hour ago!

Groups of college guys were surrounding groups of girls, with drinks in one hand and beads in the other, screaming, "Show your tits, show your tits." Right on, this was the Bourbon Street I was expecting. Everyone had a bunch of beads around their necks.

We moved around for a while and at some point got behind one group of about 10 guys, looking over their shoulders. The guys started hollering "YEEAAHH!" as the chick lifted the front of her shirt up, revealing a huge set of tits. She was hot too, with no bra. When she brought her shirt back down, the guys handed her a couple of sets of beads, which she added to a bunch she already had around her neck.

One of her friends, a good-looking blonde, pointed to this guy in the group who had this awesome string of beds around his neck. The beads were big, multi-shaped and colored. If your quest was beads, this looked like a pair that you would want for sure, to me at least.

"What's a girl got to do to get those beads," she asked, more slurred. This girl was wasted, no doubt.

"What you got to trade?" the guy asked back. I was standing to the side of the guy. He was a pretty good-looking guy, tall, with short brown hair and long sideburns. These were the days of "90210," so the "Dillon" side burns were quite rampant. I have to admit that I fell into the craze myself, and was sporting sideburns down to the lobes. He had a great body, as you could tell from the tank top he was wearing.

I'd been catching myself checking dudes out a lot more lately, as I hinted to earlier. And I found it unsettling when I caught myself. So much so that I'd try to not look at guys at all sometimes, especially right after catching myself. I'd look at a dude and think, yeah, he's good-looking, sometimes hot, sometimes wha-bang, that guy is fucking super hot. Then I'd start wondering what his body looks like under all that clothes. Does he have a hard body? Is he smooth? Hairy legs? I wonder if he's got a big dick? Wonder if he fucks a lot of girls; Is he good in bed?

Then I'd realize that my dick was getting hard, sitting there maybe in the Student Center spot, with all my Brothers, looking at a another guy, a dude in another Fraternity, or even worse, one of my Fraternity Brothers. What the fuck, Walsh? Keep your god-damn eyes to yourself, or focus on the chicks. I was able to handle my encounters with Kevin. But that was different; that was two buddies helping each other out on occasion (though the occasions were becoming more regular). Maybe a little more than that, but I'm still trying to figure that out. But scoping out other guys and getting an erection? Way too gay for me.

But I was pretty fucked up here on Bourbon Street, and I wanted to get a closer look at this guy. So I moved around a little to get a better view. Yeah, this guy was hot, his chest was smooth, and he had a stellar upper body. I moved around a little further to get a look at his legs. He was wearing shorts that revealed an excellent pair of legs, thick calves covered with a good amount of brown hair that led to a sexy pair of ankles. He was wearing a pair of white Nikes with no socks.

I checked out a few of the guys he was with. They were all pretty good-looking, but the guy with the tank top took the cake. Having almost a complete front view of these guys, I saw something that the rest of my Brothers couldn't. Some of these guys were wearing the same Letters that we were. These guys were Brothers from another campus. How fucking awesome. Besides the fucked-up night of hell week that we got drowned in water by that other chapter, this was our first time running into fellow Brothers.

"How about these?" she asked as she flipped up her own shirt, revealing a smaller set of tits than the other girl.

"Those are some nice tits, for sure," the guy said, "but for these beads, you need to do more than show me your tits. You can have these ones though." With his other hand he held up a regular pair of all gold colored string of beads that he also had around his neck, along with a bunch of others.

"No, I want the other pair," she said while still showing her boobs.

I looked at Matt and the guys, whose eyes were all lit up at the show in front of us. Matt caught my gaze, and I waved him over to me. He came around and said, "Yeah, you can see much better from over here," gawking at the girl's chest.

"Look," I said, "These guys are from another Chapter of our Fraternity."

"Cool," Matt responded, looking at the Letters the guy was wearing, but went right back to the tits.

"Make her show some bush," I heard a familiar voice say. I turned, and it was CJ that had yelled it out. Everyone started laughing, then started chanting, "Show your bush, show your bush..."

The girl seemed completely embarrassed. She pulled her shirt down and gave us all the finger. That made us laugh even more. I don't think that she was mad or anything, just her way of saying no.

The girls moved along and we were left standing there with the group of guys. One of the guys caught the same Letters on my chest, and said, "Look, Brothers," to his group of Brothers. The Fraternity handshake, names, chapter, and school were exchanged. They were from a college in Virginia. My heart rate jumped when I shook hands with the guy in the tank top. He introduced himself as Jared.

CJ wanted to know where they got all their beads from. They said that they bought them in a costume store in Virginia and brought them with them.

"We should have done that," Matt said.

"Here, you can have a couple of ours, we got a lot more up in our room," Jared said as he took a couple off his neck and passed them to CJ. The other guys from his chapter followed suit. It was really nice of them. Would we have done the same? I'm thinking not, but maybe. We were pretty new at this Brother thing.

"So what are you going to make one of these girls do to get that awesome set of beads?" CJ asked.

"I'm hoping to get a hummer with these beads," Jared said with a huge smile on his face.

"Really? You think a chick would do that?" CJ asked surprisingly.

"Probably not any hot chicks like those girls," Jared responded, referencing the girls who had just left, "But later on I'm sure I'll find some drunk slut willing to suck me off for the beads."

Hearing Jared talk about getting his dick sucked was really turning me on.

"Probably some heffer," Adam added.

"Bro, a blow job is a blow job in my book. Heffers suck better dick anyway. Just keep your eyes closed and picture Cindy Crawford."

A blow job is a blow job? I wondered if...nah, I doubted it. Not that it would make any difference. I'd never have the balls to even try hitting on a guy, no matter how drunk I was. Besides, did I really want to suck him off?

They kind of started talking to themselves, as did we. After a couple minutes, they let us know that they were going to some bar to hang out, if we wanted to catch up with them later. We said maybe and thanked them for the beads. I watched Jared's back as he walked away, hoping that maybe we would catch up with them later. I mean, it would be cool to talk to him some more.

"Those guys were cool," I said.

"Yeah, it was awesome they gave us these beads," Matt said. "Now we can get some titties shown to us on our own."

"Ain't no chick going to give us a blow job for these beads, though," CJ responded. "We need to get some beads like that guy Jared had."

"I'd say you could show some chicks your dick for beads," Evan said, relentlessly giving it to CJ, "But you'd probably just wind up scaring them away."

"Would you stop saying that shit, please."

"Yeah, well, we could probably get a lot of beads from those gay guys up on the corner," I said. It was not a formulated thought in my mind. It was something that just came out of my mouth without even thinking about it. And when "corner" left my mouth, I was like, did I just say that?

"Yeah, right. Not a chance," Matt said to me.

"You're on your own with that one, Walsh," Evan added.

"I was just kidding," was all that I could say.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm thirsty. What do you say we go get a drink first and then try and get some tits with these beads?" Adam asked.

Inside myself, I thanked Adam for changing the subject. We walked up a few places and went into another bar. It wasn't the same place that the guys from the other chapter went to, although part of me wished that it was.

As we made our way into the place, Adam was right behind me and said, "That wasn't a bad idea, you know. I mean, if we really want to get some beads, that's probably the easiest and quickest way to get them."

"I really wasn't thinking when I said it, but the more I think about it, I'd have to agree with you. Matt and Evan seemed pretty against it though." I was really surprised that Adam was up for it.

"Yeah, well, forget Matt. He'll be pretty jealous when we come back and he's still got no beads."

"So you think just the two of us should go?" I asked Adam as the two of stood outside the place. The rest of the guys had gone into the bar.

"We'll see. I'm not really sure that I want to do it either. I just thought it was a good idea if we wanted to get some beads fast. Let's have a couple of drinks and see how the night progresses."

"Yeah, I'm not so sure I want to do it either," I added, as I felt I had to. And with that, the bouncer opened the door.

We ordered a round of drinks and walked around the place to scope it out. This place was a little clubbier, and had an outside section with this really cool fire fountain. There was a second floor that we went up to which had an opening to a couple of balconies. Up that high, the girls couldn't see the cheesy beads that we had to offer, so we got a few flashes from some decent looking chicks. Within a couple of minutes, we were out of beads.

Then these really hot chicks came walking by, paused, and looked up at us. They held their hands up, looking for beads, which we didn't have any to give.

"Sorry," I yelled down, "No beads."

"You can still show us your tits, though," Matt finished.

The girls booed and walked on. We watched them stop at a balcony in front of the next bar and flash the guys that were on that balcony. A few seconds later, the girls were catching beads the guys threw down at them.

"This sucks, we need beads," Matt said.

"Yeah we do," CJ agreed.

So with nothing to throw down, we headed back down to the bar. With fresh drinks, we started working the girls in the bar. Adam and I had paired up and were talking to a few girls from Alabama. They were OK-looking chicks, but the accent was way annoying. Some guys like that southern drawl on chicks. But these were no Belles, more hicks, so after a couple of minutes we were ready to move on.

"Wanna do a couple of shots?" I asked Adam.

"You buying?"

"Sure."

"Then yeah, I do," Adam responded.

So we made our way up to the bar and threw back a shot of Tequila.

"Getting fucked up?" I asked Adam.

"I hit `fucked up' about an hour ago. With that shot, I'm heading towards wasted."

I could tell from his eyes that he was telling the truth. And great eyes he had, even as bloodshot as they were. I felt myself staring into them too long, and looked away. I so wished that Adam was Kevin.

I had been thinking about that a lot lately, when my mind would let me go there. Why couldn't Adam and I have the same arrangement? But he wasn't Kevin. They were two completely different people. I wanted, if you could call it that, Adam more than I wanted Kevin. Though that was changing somewhat for me. In the past, I'd always have Adam on my mind. Not "sexually" on my mind, just thinking of him. But since the VT trip, Kevin has been on my mind more and more.

But Kevin wanted me and Adam didn't. Somehow that hurt, not sure exactly how, but it did. It was the reality of the situation. And though there were a few times when Adam was giving me a weird vibe, like sleeping in his bed, I had a hard time deciphering if what I was feeling from Adam was just what my mind wished was there. Who knows, if I were Kevin, maybe I'd have the balls to get Adam drunk and try something. But I wasn't Kevin, and it wasn't something that I could do.

"Out of beads," Adam said as he watched his fingers peel the Coors Light label off his beer.

"Yeah, and that last set of girls were pretty hot too. You still thinking my suggestion was a good idea?"

"Well, I think I'm fucked up enough to do it. I can't keep drinking like this and it seems the fun of being here is getting girls to flash their tits. So if we don't do something soon to get some beads, I'm going to have head back to the room and pass out."

"You ain't fucking passing out, its early yet," I said as I looked at my watch. It was almost 1 o'clock already. "I say we take one for the team, go get us some beads and then spend the next couple of hours eyeing up some hot chicks' racks."

"One more shot?" Adam asked.

"Actually, I got a better idea. Meet me by the bathroom."

"Why? Where you going?"

"To find Evan. Just meet me by the bathroom," I said as I walked away from Adam not giving him the opportunity to ask more questions.

It took a few minutes, but I found Evan, CJ and Matt hanging in the outside section with a few girls. The girls weren't anything special, but a couple had potential. As I approached them, Matt put his arm around my shoulder and introduced me to the group as his roommate and fraternity brother. I said hello to everyone but then told Evan that I had to speak to him for a minute.

The two of us stepped away from everyone else. "Can I get some coke," I said to Evan.

"Yeah, sure, I'll do some with you."

"Actually, I was going to try and get Adam to do some. We're on a mission for the team and this will certainly help."

"Mission?" Evan asked, a little confused.

"I'll tell you about it when we get back. So can I get some for Adam and me to do?"

"Of course you can," Evan said, still looking confused, as he fished around his pockets. A couple of seconds later he passed me a dime-bag sized bag with powder in it. "Don't do too much, it's strong shit," he instructed.

"Thanks, we won't. We'll be back in like 15 minutes, so don't leave. And we'll have some presents to bring back."

"All right, we'll be here," Evan responded, and I took off.

Adam was waiting for me outside the bathroom. "Follow me," I said, and we walked into the bathroom.

There was a line of guys peeing into the urinals. There was only one toilet and it was occupied, so we waited a minute for it to open up.

"What are we doing? You gotta take a dump?" Adam asked.

"No, just trust me."

The toilet flushed a second later some dude came out of the stall. I made my way into the stall, held the door open, and told Adam to come in. Reluctantly, he did. I saw a couple of the guys give us a strange look. I was a little embarrassed, but too fucked up to care.

"What are we doing in here," Adam asked as I closed and locked the door.

It was a tight stall, and we were practically on top of each other. I put my hands in my pockets and pulled out the bag that Evan had given me. I was taking a chance. I never saw or heard of Adam doing any blow, so I didn't know how he was going to react.

"Fuck," Adam said as he looked at it. "I haven't done any coke in like a year."

"I thought it would make what we are about to do a little easier. I think I'm going to need it. This all right with you? You want to do some?"

Adam kept his eyes down and I guess he was contemplating what to do. "Maybe just a little," he finally answered and caught eyes with me.

"Cool," I said. "Its pretty straight shit, so we only need a little. Let me see the room key."

Adam felt around his pockets and passed me the key when he found it. I opened the bag and stuck the edge of the key into the coke. I came out with a small mound on the end. "You want to go first?" I asked him.

"No, you go first." So I did. I took the key up to my right nostril. Holding the left nostril closed with my other hand, I breathed the coke back. I quickly stuck the key back in for a second hit, switched nostrils, and sniffed it in. Holding both nostrils closed, I breathed in hard, then opening and closing my nostrils quickly, I made sure that it all went back. I could feel it take effect almost immediately. My drunken hazy vision became perfectly clear.

I passed the bag over to Adam. Hesitantly--and I almost thought he was going to bail--he repeated what I had just done. He rolled his head back. A couple of seconds later, he brought his head back up. He opened his eyes, and I could see that they were two times as open as they were just a minute ago.

"That's some strong stuff," Adam said.

"Yeah it is," I agreed. "I'm going to take a couple of more bumps." The bad thing about coke is that the high is so short, so I wanted to make sure that I had enough to get me through the task at hand. I bumped both nostrils, these bumps a little bigger than the first ones. God, coke was so fucking good.

"I'll take a little more too," Adam said and grabbed for the bag. He was a little pully, but whatever. Drugs can do that.

I stared at Adam's face intently as he did his blow. He had no idea that I was looking him the way I was. He was so damn hot. I fucking loved him so much (as a Brother). But more than a Brother, I wanted put my hands against the wall on both sides of his head, slam them there so he was surprised and look up at me, maybe a little afraid. I'd stare into his confused eyes.

But he wouldn't be so confused, he'd know what I was doing. I'd step right up to him, press my torso and crotch against his. He'd want it but not want it. I'd bring my lips to his. He'd fight me for a second before submitting to me as I felt his dick go hard against mine under our shorts.

I thought/dreamed this as I watched him. I felt my dick start to go hard. I could do it. It was the coke speaking. You want it and the coke gave me the confidence that it could happen if I just wanted to. Go for it, Walsh.

As if Adam knew what I contemplating, he looked up at me. He looked into my eyes. Do it. But I couldn't. As much confidence the coke gave me, I couldn't do it. It was too much for my mind to really handle. The thought of it was one thing, doing it was another. And I felt really guilty about it.

"You all right?" Adam asked.

"Yeah," I said breaking the stare and unclenching my jaw. "I'm fucking racing inside and zoned out for a second. How about you?"

"I feel great," Adam said with a huge smile. "Ready to get this done?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said as I took the bag back from Adam, put it in my pocket and flushed the toilet.

As we made our way out of the stall, there was a line of guys waiting to get in. When they saw two guys walking out, they gave us this odd stare. But I was too doped up to care. On coke, I owned thees guys. I stared each one of them in the eyes.

One guy yells out, "The queer bars are a couple of streets down."

I had just walked past the guy when he said it. I quickly turned around and grabbed the guy's shirt and threw him up against the wall. "What the fuck did you just say, asshole? I ain't no fucking queer, and this guy is my Big, so show some fucking respect, will ya?"

The guy was a couple of inches shorter than me, and being coked up, I felt like I was twice the size of him. I could see the fear in his eyes, and I liked it. Everyone else in the bathroom stopped what they were doing and watched.

I felt Adam behind me and pull me from my shoulder. "Walsh, come on, leave him alone, he's not worth it."

My hands were squeezed so tightly against this guy's shirt that I saw my knuckles were white. I'm usually not a tough guy, but it's a side-effect of coke, especially with me. And calling me a fag was a little close to home, especially after what I was just thinking about in the stall. I'm sure the guy was just kidding, some part of my brain thought. I let some of the tension out of my body and opened my hands, releasing the guy's shirt. I looked at him for another minute before Adam was pulling me out of the bathroom.

As soon we were out of the bathroom, I felt much better. We bee-lined for the door, wanting a change of environment. Breathing the fresh air, seeing all the streetlights and people changed my mood immediately.

"Sorry," I said to Adam.

"No need to apologize, man. I just didn't want it to turn ugly. You would have knocked the shit out of that guy."

"Did you see how scared he got?" I asked Adam, laughing. My heart was racing still, but I was beginning to relax some.

"Yeah, I don't think he had any idea you were going to go for him like that."

"It's the fucking coke. I can get pretty conceited on this shit. I feel like I am so much better than everyone else when I'm on it. Like I can do anything I want and I'm king of the world."

"I hear ya, I feel the same way. It can cause some real trouble in the wrong circumstance, that's why I don't do this shit anymore."

"Something happen to you?"

"Yeah, but not really. It's no big deal. I'll tell you some other time. Let's go get us some beads."

So we made our way over to the gay area. It was a quick walk, and before we knew it, we were standing on the safe side of the street looking over at the gay side. The crowd looked about the same as it was earlier, maybe a little younger. Being high, I wasn't as nervous as I was before. Well, maybe a little nervous. But excited at the same time. Not excited to see gay guys, but excited about the mission, the challenge, to get it done, and come back to the other guys with a bunch of beads.

"You nervous?" I asked Adam, watching him stare across the street.

"Maybe a little, but not really," he responded, his gaze still across the street. "You?"

"Well, the coke is definitely helping, so no."

"Yeah, that was definitely a good call. All we have to do is go over there, stand under a couple of balconies, probably take our shirts off, deal with some hollering, get a bunch of beads and then get back over to this side."

"We can do that, it sounds easy," I said, back looking at the gay side. "And if they touch us or anything, we only have to run back here."

As easy as we just stated this was going to be, neither one of us made a step to cross the street. We both continued to watch. The guys on the balcony were dancing together, some of them real close with arms around each other. The music was really loud and dancy. A lot of the guys had no shirts on. I had known a couple of gay guys in High School, but I never really had any interaction with gay life. I guess gay guys dance together, but I never really thought about it. It was a little creepy. I didn't have a real negative thought about what I was seeing, it just looked strange. We'd better get this done soon, before I change my mind, I thought to myself.

"Come on, let's get this done," I said to Adam as I nudged him with my right elbow, looked both ways on the cross street, and crossed to the other side. Adam was right next me.

My heart rate was going up again, but in a good way. I felt a rush for what we were about to do. We walked past a group of gay guys and noticed how their eyes went from our faces down to our chests, probably seeing the Fraternity letters and checking out our builds, down our legs and back up to our faces. Somebody up on the balcony whistled and pointed down to us.

All the guys stopped dancing and leaned over the rail. A couple of seconds later, more guys seemed to come out of the building onto the balcony. I looked around at the group of guys that had formed around us. I'd thought I would have been more nervous at this point. I mean, what if they started getting all close and touchy-feely and then dragged Adam and I into the bar and did god only knows what to us? But I wasn't. We had all this attention on us and it was really erotic, in a certain way, to me. We were going to put a show on for these guys and they were going to find it hot. The curious side of me was starting to get into it.

"You guys gay?" some guy to the left of me asked. I looked at him. He was a little older than us, probably in his late 20s. He was actually a really good-looking guy, tall with dark hair. He didn't seem like a gay guy to me.

"No," I answered, "Just trying to get some beads."

"Well, if the two of you show some skin you'll get a ton of beads," he smiled.

I looked back over at Adam and he was looking at me. "Ready?" I asked.

"Yup," he said. And the two of us, looking back up at the balcony, pulled our shirts up, showing our chests to the crowd up above. The guys started hooting, hollering, clapping and whistling. It was actually kind of cool. I looked over at Adam, and he had a smile on his face. The guys threw down some beads, so we let our shirts down so we could catch and pick up the beads that fell to the ground.

"Take `em off," some guy yelled from behind us. We didn't at first. But after a lot of yelling, I thought fuck it, these guys are loving it; and I pulled my shirt over my head. I'd been working out pretty hard and was anxious to show off all my hard work. I thought it would be to the girls at Panama City on the beach that I would be showing off and not to a bunch of gay guys, but what the hell. I peeled my shirt off and stuck it into my pants behind me. Adam saw what I had done and copied me. He had a smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying the attention.

"Flex!" was yelled from above, so we started flexing. Adam had a killer torso and shoulders, better than mine, and was getting a lot of attention. He was even getting my attention. I loved the way his shorts just loosely fell around his waist, being supported up by his ass; his had abdomen and treasure trail just flatly disappeared into his shorts.

People were calling him Blondie: "Hey Blondie, great abs." I got my fair share of attention, as I was a little more daring, with the coke, than Adam was, kind of rubbing my hands all over my torso. Guys were sporadically throwing more beads down to us. We collected them all up, putting them over our necks.

"Let's see some dick," another guy yelled, and others started yelling it as well. I was really getting into these guys getting off on us, lusting our bodies. I know I keep blaming the coke, but I think it really had a lot to do with it. If I were sober, I don't see myself putting on a show like we were for these guys. I'm sure the coke was acting as a conductor for other things I was feeling inside, like tapping into some exhibitionist trait I must have. I wasn't thinking that at the time, I was just going with the flow.

I started undoing my belt kind of seductively, unbuttoning my shorts and unzipping my pants I didn't know how far I was going to go, but I figured I'd give them a look at my boxers. I looked over at Adam, to see what he was doing, but he was shaking his head no'. No' I mouthed to Adam, a little disappointed.

He answered by continuing to shake his head no.

I thought about dropping my pants for a minute anyway, but decided against it. I didn't want to be the only one, and didn't want Adam telling the guys that I dropped trou to a bunch of gay dudes. I started zipping my pants back up and doing my belt.

They continued to yell it and beg, but I looked up and shook my head no to them. And as quickly as we had their attention, they lost interest in us and the guys on the balcony went back to themselves.

With the attention off of us, I turned to Adam and said, "That wasn't too bad," still feeling the rush of displaying ourselves.

"Not bad at all," he agreed.

"I think we got plenty of beads," I said as I looked down at my chest to see a good 30 sets hanging off my neck. I had like another 10 in my hands. Adam looked to have had just as many.

"Yeah we do. We should head back."

There were still a few guys hanging around us on the street. We thanked them for the beads and talked to them for about a minute, telling them where we were from and shit. Adam put his shirt on as we were standing there but I left mine off. I could feel the guys staring at my naked chest, and I'll admit, I liked it.

We were about to take off when the guy who asked if we were gay held out some beads and say, "Can I?" I definitely wanted them, they looked almost as good as the ones that Liam guy had.

"Sure," I said.

He stepped up close to me. He was a little taller than I was and seemed pretty well built. Close up, I could see that he had really awesome blue eyes and some of the longest eyelashes that I have seen. I've never really noticed eyelashes before, but there was something sexy about them. He was like a masculine guy with some feminine-like features that stood out. The guy was pretty hot and I got stuck looking into his blue piercing eyes as he lifted his arms up and put the beads around my neck. For whatever reason, I couldn't take my eyes away from his.

When the beads were around my neck, he grazed the back of his fingers of his right hand gently over my left nipple. My nipples were pretty hard as it was a little chilly out. It was weird, having this strange guy touch me, but it was kind of hot at the same time. It turned me on some. He winked at me and I stepped back a little.

"If you lose your friend later," he whispered, "I'll be hanging out at this bar for awhile, if you're interested."

I was taken aback. Did this guy figure me out? He was definitely propositioning me. And I mostly didn't like it. Yeah, he was pretty hot. And maybe he could suck a good dick. But why was he asking me if I was interested?

"Nah, not interested," I said, "But thanks for the beads."

"You're welcome," he said while nodding his head.

"You ready to get out of here?" I asked Adam as I turned to face him and away from the other guy.

"Yup." We thanked the guys again and crossed the street.

"Man," Adam said once we were across the street, "That wasn't bad at all. They were actually nice guys. I don't know why we were so freaked out about it."

"I know," I agreed.

"Though I can't believe you were going to show those guys your dick."

"I guess I got a little much too into it. I don't know if I was going to show them my dick, but I was going to let them see my underwear. Maybe moon them."

"You really like mooning, don't you?"

"Why you say that?"

"Whenever you get too drunk, you're always mooning your ass..."

He was kind of right, I did moon my ass a lot at parties and shit.

"...And showing your ass to a bunch of gay guys probably isn't the greatest idea."

"What can I say? I got a nice ass and I like to show it off," I joked. "Can you hold onto these for a minute?" I asked Adam as I took the beads around my neck off and passed them to him so I could put my shirt back on.

"There's some fucking nice beads here," Adam said as he looked through them. "This one is really cool," he said as held up the pair that the guy who had just come on to me gave me.

"Maybe I'll be able to get a blow job with those," I said as I tossed my shirt back on.

"Make sure you stay on this side of the street," Adam smiled and passed the beads back to me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said back a little harshly.

Adam just kind of looked at me for a couple of seconds. "Nothing, I was just kidding."

"Well, don't make me teach you a lesson like I did that guy in the bathroom," I smiled back, trying to recover.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that."

And with that, we headed back to the bar where the other guys were. Before trying to find them, we got ourselves a couple of drinks. We toasted ourselves to a job well done. "Sacrifice," Adam said with a smile, "Is the test of infinite brotherhood."

He made me laugh. I fucking looked so much up to him. The coke had pretty much worn off by this time, and I couldn't believe that I had even contemplated forcing myself on Adam in the bathroom earlier. What was I thinking?

"To Sacrifice and Brotherhood," I cheered and we drank half our beers back.

Before we had the chance to find the other guys, they found us at the bar.

"Where the fuck have you guys been," asked Matt. "Woah, where did you get all those beads?" His eyes were lit up.

"We took one for the team," Adam answered, "And showed some skin to those gay guys and this is what we got."

"That was the mission?" asked Evan.

"Yup."

"You were gone longer than 15 minutes. You guys get some ass while you were over there?" Evan joked.

Adam and I laughed and told them the story of how we got the beads.

So that was he first night in New Orleans. After recounting our story, we hit the streets with our beads and saw a lot of tits. We gave the guys a good amount of beads. Adam and I kept our favorite ones and then some, and gave the rest to them to split up. Most of the chicks were wasted by this time, and so were we. The girls were giving beads away as well, so we really didn't lose our supply. We flashed our chests, our asses and even our dicks a couple of times.

Who knew that so much fun could be had with a bunch of stupid worthless beads. But we really had a blast. None of us really hooked up that night. We made out with some girls, got a few gropes of some tits and ass for beads. But that was pretty much the extent of it. We were fucking exhausted and after a couple of more hours and drinks on the streets with the beads, we made the long trek back to the hotel, crashed on the beds and passed out.

I woke up Friday morning on top of the covers, my clothes still on and the beads around my neck. My mouth was dry as hell. The alarm clock was right in my line of view. 1:37. Shit, it's afternoon already. The room was completely dark. I was on my stomach. I turned my head around and saw Matt sleeping next to me. He was under the covers, on his back. The top of the covers were under his arms, exposing his naked shoulders.

My eyes wanted to close and get back to sleep, but I needed something to drink desperately. Hardly obeying, my legs swung off the bed and I sat up. A fierce pain bolted through my head. Jesus, this was going to be a rough morning. And just one of many to come, I'm sure, I reminded myself. I stood up and stretched. I could hardly make out the bodies in the next bed. I crept towards the bathroom, almost tripping a couple of times on shoes and clothing strewn across the floor. I knocked into CJ's leg hanging off the cot and he mumbled something.

I turned the bathroom light on, but the fluorescent lighting was too much for my eyes to handle. My eyes quickly found the glasses, mapped the sink, and I turned the light back off. Much better, though I still had the burn of the light's image in my vision. I found the glass, found the sink, filled up the glass, chugged it back and repeated. Then I gave a really loud belch. It felt good. I had to take a monster piss and walked up the toilet hoping for some good aim. After a second hearing the stream hit the seat I aimed to the right a bit and made contact with the water. It was an unbelievable leak.

I made my way over to the window. It had a really thick shade that was keeping all the light out. I moved it just a little and the room was flooded with sunlight. People were walking the streets already. Already? It's 1:37, of course people are walking around. I needed a cup of coffee really bad.

"Shut the fucking shade," Evan moaned. I did.

"What time is it?" CJ asked.

"1:40," I answered.

"In the afternoon?"

"Well, being that we didn't get in till about 4 in the morning, it would have to be the afternoon, wouldn't it?"

"What's up your ass? You could have just said yes."

"Will you two chatty bitches please shut the fuck up, some of us are still trying to sleep," Evan barked. I gave him the finger in the dark.

Yeah, guys can be pretty bitchy when we are hung over. My need for coffee was outweighing my need for more sleep at the moment and I decided to go out and get some. I took my beads off before heading out the door. They were a little noisy, and I thought Evan was going to yell again, but he didn't. I felt around in the dark for a key and found one.

Outside, it was pretty warm and humid. I didn't have a hat or sunglasses on and the sun was annoying as hell. Speaking of hell, I'm sure that I looked like it. Not that I really cared at this moment. My head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and the headache was getting worse. I stumbled over to a gas station and grabbed 5 coffees and some Advil. I thought about getting only four coffees, spiting Evan for being such a cranky bitch and for the fact that most of my pain was his fault `cause the drugs were his. But for the same reason, him being so giving with his drugs, I couldn't leave him out. I felt like having a cigarette, so I bought a pack of Marlboro Reds as well.

I noticed how much green everyone was wearing and it took me a few minutes for me to remember that it was St. Patrick's Day. I'm 100% Irish decent and it's one of my most favorite days of the year. I was bummed when I found out that St Pat's Day was over Spring Break and that I wouldn't be in the City (NYC) for it. We'd cut class in HS and head into the City every St. Pat's day and get loaded. Lots of good memories. I hoped New Orleans would be a fun place to celebrate, but how could it not?

I paid for the stuff and made my way back to the hotel room. Not wanting to get yelled at again, I popped a squat outside the room. The walkway had a cover, so I wasn't directly in the sun. I opened the Advil and swallowed two back with the coffee. It felt a little warm outside to be drinking coffee but I needed the caffeine. I lit one of the smokes and inhaled. It had been awhile since I had a cigarette and I got a little high. I used to smoke some in HS, and occasionally the first semester. But with pledging I didn't have time to smoke, and nobody in the pledge class smoked. Surprisingly, even Evan didn't smoke.

Between the nicotine, caffeine and Advil, my mind finally began to clear. In my own little world, I watched people walking by on the sidewalk. I started remembering things from the night before. Some things made me laugh, like Matt and his beads trying to see as much tit as possible. Others I kind of cringed at, thinking about Adam in the stall. And still others I laughed and cringed at, like getting all those beads from those gay guys. None of it really bothered me, I just couldn't believe that I did (or thought) some of that shit. That guy propositioning me, that kind of bothered me, but I didn't linger on it.

About halfway through my coffee and three cigarettes, the door to the room opened up. I didn't even have to look up to know that it was CJ. His long ass hairless legs gave it away. I made my way up his legs with my eyes. He was wearing just a pair boxers and I swear his dick was so long that his sheathed head was just about sticking out the right leg of his boxers.

"Do you shave your legs?" I asked CJ looking up at his face.

"Huh?"

"You got no hair on your legs. Do you shave them?"

"What are you asking me that for?"

"I was just wondering."

"Yeah, I shave them for swimming," he answered defensively.

"That's cool. I was just curious."

"It's fucking warm out here," he said, changing the subject, I assume. Not that it had anywhere to go.

"Yeah, I'm sweating a little," I said as I wiped my forehead and brows. "You want some coffee?"

"Would love some."

I passed him a cup and he took a seat beside me. Before sitting, I noticed him push his johnson up his shorts some. I guess when you got a dick that big you have to be careful that it isn't always poking or falling out. It made me laugh to myself.

"People waking up in there?"

"Yeah, they're starting to toss and turn and talk."

CJ and I talked about the events of the prior evening for about 15 minutes before heading back into the room. When we got back in, Adam was in the shower. Matt and Evan were still in bed but awake. I passed around coffee and Advil, wishing them all a `Happy St. Patrick's Day."

We talked about last night. After 5 minutes or so, Evan got out of bed and sat at table that was in the room. He grabbed his one-hitter and started pulling on it. He offered it around, but I was the only one who took him up on it. The smell of pot quickly filled the room.

A few minutes later Adam came out of the bathroom waving his hands around clearing the smoke. "Jeez, you've been up for like what, 5 minutes, Evan?"

"Yes, Dad," he said sarcastically.

"What's it like out there, Little?" Adam asked as he tossed his duffel bag on top of the bed.

"Its pretty hot. Definitely shorts weather."

Adam was wearing a ridiculously small towel around his waist. He was pretty beefy and the towel hardly even made it around. The towel was definitely a sign of a cheap ass hotel room. With everyone in the room, I tried to keep my eyes off Adam. But I couldn't help but steal a couple of glances here and there.

When he moved, the towel opened a little, exposing his right thigh and the small of his ass cheek. I could see the blond hairs he had on his upper thigh. Then he dropped the towel to the floor and stepped into a pair of gray boxer briefs. I didn't stare too long, but he filled them out pretty good, in both the front and the rear. I took a moment to see if any of the guys were even looking at Adam. Were they the slightest bit curious at his exposed skin? It didn't appear so.

Adam clapped, bringing my attention back to him, and parading around in his underwear, said, "Lets go ladies, the day's a-wasting. Who's in the shower next?"

"I guess I'll jump in," I said.

I grabbed a towel off the floor, guessing that it was mine from the night before. Tossing my towel on the sink, I stripped outside the shower and jumped in. The few hits from the one-hitter had definitely made my headache go away and I was feeling much better.

The hot water felt amazing as I stood under it for a minute, letting the water stream over my body. I started soaping up my body, enjoying my more defined muscles since working out with Andy. Whenever I get stoned, I love taking a shower and feeling my body. My dick started to go hard and I was thinking about beating off when Adam started talking to me.

"You going to shave today?"

"What?" I said, removing my hand from my stiffening dick, not realizing there was anyone in the bathroom with me.

"You going to shave today? I haven't shaved since we left, and that was Wednesday morning."

I felt my beard. Back at that time, I only shaved like every three or four days, my facial hair very light. "I don't think so, maybe tonight."

"I'm going to shave, if you don't mind."

"No, go ahead." With Adam in the room, there was no way I was going to jerk off.

As I finished washing up, Adam and I talked back and forth. He said that he couldn't believe that we had taken our shirts off to a bunch gay guys. I agreed, telling him that I was just shaking my head outside thinking about it. But we both agreed that it was cool and not as bad as we thought it was going to be. Adam added that he now thought he felt how girls must fell when we yell `show your tits.'

After washing my hair, I turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. Adam was still standing at the sink, in only his underwear, head back a little, bringing the razor up his neck. My view was his profile, and I could see the curve of his ass and his basket. His lean torso getting wider up his chest and his pec muscles sticking out. I was captivated for a moment, and then he turned to look at me, standing there naked, looking at him. My dick was going to get hard any second, I could tell.

"Can you toss me my towel," I said hurriedly, pointing at it.

He switched the razor to his left hand and then tossed me the towel with his right. I caught it and immediately covered my crotch with it, hiding my lengthening dick. I tried to keep myself covered and dry off at the same time, but the towel was so small it was impossible to do. I did the best that I could to hide it. Adam was back looking at the mirror, so I don't think that he saw. I skipped drying my hair, leaving it soaking wet. There would have been no coverage if I did, and I was now hard as a rock.

I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. I wasn't as thick as Adam, so it made it around me much better. I pulled my dick up my stomach so everyone couldn't tell I had a hard on. Showering with guys used to be a lot easier. I hoped that it wasn't always going to be so difficult. When this phase is over, I told myself, it would all go back to normal.

"You know, you're looking good, I meant to tell you that last night."

"Huh?"

"The working out with Andy is definitely paying off," Adam said as he looked back at me and pointed at my chest with razor in hand. He still had patches of shaving cream on his face. "Everything is much more defined, your pecs, shoulders, abs and arms. You look good."

"Ahh, thanks," I said, a little embarrassed. Why was he telling me this now, while he's standing there in underwear and I got a hard on under the towel?

I stepped out of the bathroom and went to my bag. Evan was still pulling on the one-hitter. Matt was still in bed and CJ was lying on the other bed. I pulled out a fresh pair of underwear and slid them on under the towel. With my peripheral vision I looked to see if anyone was watching me but they were all looking at the TV, which was on. I grabbed a pair of shorts and laid them out on the bed. In a quick one-two, I dropped the towel and threw my shorts on. No one even looked up. Man, this was ridiculous.

I put on some deodorant and threw on a collared short sleeved Polo shirt and felt much more comfortable. When Adam was out of the bathroom I brushed my teeth and finally felt my erection softening. I should have jerked off in the shower, I thought to myself. With my teeth brushed, I put some gel in my hair. At the moment I was sporting a crew cut, short on the sides, a little longer on top. I didn't really brush my hair, I kind of spiked it up with my fingers. Ready to go out, I told the guys that I would meet them at the McDonald's down the block.

"Why don't you wait up?" Matt asked.

I told Matt that I was starving and didn't feel like sitting in the room. But the truth was I didn't want to see them all getting naked and changed. I was a little annoyed with myself and wanted to get out of there, away from my dirty attraction. I grabbed my wallet and my money out of the shorts I wore last night and was out the door. Adam said he would meet over there.

My stomach was growling as I ordered. I hadn't eaten anything since we were at the casino, practically 24 hours earlier. A nice greasy Big Mac, fries and 6-Piece Nuggets would exactly hit the spot. And a large Coke to wash it all down. As I was done ordering, Adam came in. He ordered and we pretty much ate together. About 25 minutes later the other guys came in and we waited as they scarfed their food down.

As we quickly came to learn, there isn't much to do in New Orleans but drink. Now before all you people from New Orleans get on my back, let me say that I am sure that there are lots of things to do in New Orleans. But from the perspective of 5 not-so-wealthy college kids on spring break, the fancy restaurants, haunted tours and expensive riverboat rides weren't top on our lists. Not that we were complaining about drinking. So after walking around a bit and going to some mall along the river, we found ourselves back in one of the bars on Bourbon getting the drunk on a little early. After all, it was St. Patrick's Day.

Nothing terribly exciting happened Friday night, I have only a couple of things to mention, so I'll keep it kind of short (well, short for me). After drinking for a couple hours, Bourbon Street started filling up again. We realized that the beads were still back in the room, so Evan and I volunteered ourselves to go back and get them. We weren't so noble. Rather, we wanted to go back to the room and be able to smoke a nice joint without having to look over our backs for the cops. We picked up a 6-pack of beer to have a couple while we smoked. We weren't going to stay long, we found out that there was a parade that went down Bourbon Street and wanted to get back for that.

Well, one joint led into two joints. Evan and I have this way of completely losing track of time when we're smoking pot and laughing our asses off. We never run out of things to say to each other and just go on and on and on. The weed helps, but we're even that way when we're sober. But come to think of it, we are rarely sober when together. So maybe it is the weed.

My sophomore year, I lived with Evan. If you remember, Matt would be studying abroad next semester, so I needed a new roommate. Evan and I had a blast, and if you think it sounds like I already do too many drugs, wait till I tell stories from sophomore year.

Kevin had actually asked me to live with him. Even though he would be a junior, his scroll number was too low to give him a chance of getting into the House. But he didn't really want to live in the House anyways. I asked him why, and his response was `Think about it.' I did, and then realized. Doing what he likes to do wouldn't be too easy in the House.

But I couldn't live with Kevin. It would have been too much. Though I was really liking what Kevin and I were doing, and I was starting to have some strange feelings for Kevin, I truly believed that this was still a phase. And one day I would wake up and be like, OK, I've had enough of this, its out of my system. So I wouldn't be able to handle living with him. Bringing girls back but us still hooking up with each other and constantly seeing each other, it all just seemed to confusing to me and something that I wanted to avoid. Besides, when I told people that I would be living with Kevin, they'd be like `What?!?'

But anyway, I'm getting off track. We were in the room a lot longer than we had planned. Neither one of us was quite sure when we got to the room, so we had no idea how long we had been gone. We guessed it had to be at least an hour and half. The parade was staring in an hour so we needed to get back.

We took off, but the guys were no longer in the bar that we left them at. Cell phones were around, but it was when they were just a little too expensive for the mass public to have them. So without cell phones, we had no idea how we were ever going to find those guys. Especially being as stoned as we were. We walked around a bit, but without any luck. We didn't want to spend the whole night trying to find them, so we gave up and left it to fate.

With the whole supply of beads, we spent a good couple of hours drinking on the streets, bartering for tits and watching the parade. The streets were super-packed with people waiting to see the parade, and everyone was drunk early. We had a blast. The parade was pretty good. They had some bag pipes, which I love (and bring a tear to my eye).

At some point we ran into the guys from another chapter of our Fraternity. I was the one who recognized them, and being that we weren't wearing letters, it took them a minute to remember who we were. They asked us where the rest of our group was, and we told them that we lost them. So they invited us to hang around with them. They seemed pretty much in the same fucked up condition that we were, so Evan and I thought we would join their party for a little while. Besides, Jared was looking pretty damn hot in a backwards baseball cap. A part of me began to protest, but I was too gone for it really to surface.

For whatever reason, they wanted to go to Fat Tuesdays, the place that serves all those frozen drinks. So we hung there for a while. There were some pretty hot babes, but I found myself trying to hang out and talk to Jared more than I was scoping out the chicks. Much like Evan and I, these guys loved to drink. We were really having a good time talking for close to an hour and trading stories.

Then out of nowhere, Jared, who was the definite leader of his pack, screams at the top of his lungs, "LOCK AND LOAD, LETS GO!"

I was standing right next to him and almost jumped out of my skin; he startled the hell out of me, it was that loud. A bunch of people around us stared at him, but his group started cracking up.

I turned to one of the guys and asked, "What the hell was that?"

Between laughs, he said, "Means finish your drinks, it's time to go hit then next bar and find some women."

I laughed with them a little. Not so much that I found the whole "lock and load thing" funny. But just how loud Jared was, and how half the bar was still looking at us. And I don't think they were looking at us like we were idiots. More like, look at those rowdy hot frat guys having so much fun. And with that, everyone drank the last of their drinks and we headed out the door.

Outside, Evan asked me if I wanted to smoke some more. I was way wasted but wasn't going to pass. But I didn't want to lose these guys, I was having a good time with them. So I asked Evan if he had enough to ask these guys if they wanted to join us. Evan was never one to be selfish with his weed, but there were like 7 of them. So I reminded him about the beads they had given us, just to guilt him a little. He said sure.

For some odd reason, I was a little nervous to walk right up to Jared and ask him. I went to, but when I looked at him, I got butterflies in my stomach. So I asked one of the other guys. He approached his brothers and asked them. Four of them wanted to, the other three were passing. We picked a place to meet them and walked off Bourbon a couple of streets. Jared was one of the guys that joined us.

We stood behind this garage and Evan lit up two joints, passing one to his left and one to the right. We sparked them up and passed them around. We tried to be quiet, but the more we smoked, the louder we got and the more we laughed. I was starting to get obliterated and had to pass a couple of times if I was going to be able to stand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I kept on checking Jared out. In my stoned stupor, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't control the thoughts going through my mind. There was something ultra sexy about him. Not just his good looks, there was more than that. He was commanding of attention. And it was obvious that his brothers worshipped the ground that he walked on. He was cocky, but not blatant about it. He told all the stories, the other guys filled in the details. Staring at him, I was feeling pretty horny. I hadn't jerked off in two days, and even in my fucking wasted haze, looking and listening to Jared was giving me an erection.

Finally the joints were finished. The well-prepared Evan took out a small can of breath freshener and cologne. He sprayed himself and then passed them around. We all took our turns and then headed back to the bar the other guys were waiting in. I was so stoned that I could hardly walk. This was going to be rough for awhile.

As we got close to the bar, I felt an arm around my shoulders and looked to my right to see who it was. It was Jared, and I went a little weak in the knees. Why did he have this effect on me? "Thanks for the smoke," he said, "You guys are awesome, I'm glad we ran into you."

"N..N..No problem," I stuttered, half because of how stoned I was, the other half from nerves. And just as I was getting comfortable with his arm on me, he took it off and walked up a few steps to talk to his Bros.

Inside, the two other guys told us that we looked wasted. Hell, we didn't look wasted, we were wasted. I was at the point where I almost couldn't speak, I was still getting more stoned even though we weren't smoking anymore. I needed a few minutes for myself to get used to how royally stoned I was. Actually, I was beyond stoned, I was baked. On occasion, I sometimes black out if I drink or smoke too much. And it's never fun finding out the next morning the stupid shit that I did but can't remember.

The guys were standing at the bar so we ordered the next round. I got a glass of water and a beer. I chugged the water back and threw the last bit on my face. It felt good. And I thought a cold beer, instead of the Jack and Cokes I had been drinking, would be a little better for me.

It took me about a half hour for my mouth and the rest of my body to begin performing properly. I just stood in the back of the crew, observing the guys, mostly Jared, as they interacted with girls. I wanted to be a part of it, but knew I would embarrass myself if I did. I hadn't even finished my first beer and these guys were into their third round.

Evan asked me a few times if I was all right. He didn't scream it from across the bar, which I was glad for. Its one thing being baked around your Brothers, but being around strangers I didn't want the embarrassment. He'd walk up and ask me in my ear if I was OK. I'd say `Yeah,' and even a simple word like yeah was hard to say. And I had to piss so bad, but there was no way that I was making it to the bathroom.

In my zone, all I was thinking about how hot Jared was. And how great in bed he must be. A stud. I bet he fucks the girls silly in Virginia, just begging to get into his bed. To experience his sexual superiority and to succumb to him. Could I succumb to him? Yes, I could, I thought. I might not be as easy as all those girls, but if he was persuasive, maybe even forced me to do it, I wouldn't resist too much. A somewhat rape scene, where he made me suck his dick filled my mind. Then I could do it. And it would be hot. It was all I could think of for 20 minutes, just staring at him.

Evan came over one last time and asked again if I was doing OK. He took me out of my weird fantasy and when I went to speak to him, I found that I was able to finally speak coherently. I was coming out of the oven (a term we used when one of us was so baked, `oh, he's in the oven').

"He's alive!" Evan yelled to everyone.

"Welcome back to Earth," one of the guys said and they all laughed. Not at me, but with me.

"Thanks, glad to be back. I was pretty baked there for awhile," I laughed.

Jared held up some money, passing it to the bartender, and said, "Get my Brother over there another beer."

If he just knew what I was thinking about,' I amused myself, I don't think he would be buying me a beer, he'd be knocking my lights out.' The bartender gave me another beer and passed Jared back his change.

"Anyone know where the pisser in this joint is?" Jared asked. One of the guys pointed in the direction, saying it was in the back.

"I'll go with you," I heard myself saying. I had to go, honestly, but I felt like I was too quick to join him. I hoped that someone would say they had to go as well, but I wasn't so lucky.

If felt good to walk, though I was still a little wobbly. My mind still wasn't exactly clear, but I felt better and followed Jared to the bathroom. As we made it through a group of girls, I watched Jared stick his hand out and grab some girl's ass. He turned back to see if I noticed and had a huge grin on his face when he saw that I had. I was right behind him, so by the time the girl turned to look, I was right behind her, and she thought it was me. I started cracking up.

We made it into the bathroom and when I saw the urinal, I stood there dumbfounded. What the hell was this thing? It was one big basin with ice in it. Guys just stood around it and pissed into it. It looked gross as hell. Jared didn't seem to think twice about it, he just walked right up to it.

I walked up next to him and started to unbuckle my shorts. I suddenly realized that I was going to see his dick, cause with this setup, there was no privacy at all. I got a little bothered and turned on at the same time. I've taken peeks at guys standing at the urinal next to me before, just curious to see how we matched up in size. But this wasn't about matching up, this was about seeing something that has in one way or another been on my mind all night. Something that part of me wanted, but wouldn't know what to do with. Well, I knew what to do with it, but did I really want to do it?

I realized that I was looking and tried not to make it so obvious. Jared was zipping down his fly and I turned my eyes to my own fly and pulled out my dick. My heart began to race a little bit and I took a peek at Jared from the corner of my eye. I watched his hand disappear into his fly, almost to his wrist, and then he pulled out not only his dick, but his balls too. I thought that was a little weird, and I felt myself scrunch my face a little at the surprise move.

I averted my eyes quickly, but just as quickly they were back. His dick wasn't all that long, but it was pretty plump, with a fat purple head. Size for size, I'd say that I was a little bigger. But maybe that had something to do with the fact that I was getting turned on.

His sack and balls were pretty full though, and covered with a good amount of hair. I noticed that he also had a lot of pubic hair fluffing out his fly, which was a really deep brown. And right when I was going to look away, I saw his dick bounce a bit; he gave a sigh, and a huge jet of piss started streaming out.

I had my dick in hand, but had yet to start going. I've never been one to be pee shy, but I suddenly was. With my head down, I pleaded with myself to go, but kept my side vision on Jared. As he continued to piss, his dick started to lengthen a bit. I don't think he was getting hard, maybe it was the warmth of the bathroom or something.

I felt my dick starting to grow even bigger. Not now, I begged my dick. I switched hands, thinking that holding it with my left hand would offer some protection should I start to go full mast. I was about half hard when some guy stepped up to the trough on my right. Fucking great, I thought to myself.

The new guy really had to go, he was dancing around as he opened his zipper. And very quickly, he pulled out this sausage that had to be almost the size of CJ's, though he was cut. And he started pissing immediately, making my inability to go even worse. Keep your eyes down and focus, I commanded myself. I followed my instructions and concentrated hard on trying to get myself to go. I really had to go, but just couldn't.

Movement to my left caught my attention, and I peered back at Jared. He was done pissing and was shaking his dick. I'm one to shake a couple of times, but Jared was shaking a lot, his dick flopping up and down as he did. His dick was much fuller now, though it didn't look hard. If this was his natural size when soft, I'd say he now had me beat.

This was too much to handle, and I was about to give up when I felt my own piss start to stream. Thank fucking god, and the tension in my shoulder left with my leak. I closed my eyes while I pissed, and when I opened them back up, Jared was gone and a new guy was stepping up to the, to the, to the whatever you would call this thing you piss into. This time I kept my eyes to myself. When I was done, I stuffed my half hard dick back into my pants, feeling completely relieved, if not a little randy.

Jared was waiting for me just outside the door.

"Let's walk around for a minute before going back over there, see what other ladies are around."

"Cool with me," I said. And I followed Jared around, feeling kind of stupid, cause I knew I was following him around for a reason. Because I wanted to be near him. The sucking him off fantasy still in my mind. And now that I had seen his dick, I was able to picture it a lot better. I knew it wouldn't happen, but I still followed him.

We met a bunch of girls that were really cool and chatted up with them for awhile. This one girl really seemed to dig me. She was pretty good looking, but nothing to write home about. But she had this slutty look to her, a really short skirt and skin tight, thin and almost see through shirt on. The kind of girl who looked like she would be really good in bed.

Jared seemed to have hit off with a couple of her friends. So we invited them all over to where the other guys were by the bar, offering to buy them a round of drinks. They said yes, and the guys looked really happy when they saw that we brought like 6 chicks back with us.

I was talking to a bunch of girls, mainly the slutty looking one, but still couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of Jared. I'd be talking but my gaze was off in Jared's direction. We caught eyes a couple of times. He'd give me a nod and a smile, and I'd smile back but would quickly look away.

I began feeling a bit awkward after about the 10th time he caught me looking. What was I doing? I've been following this dude around all night, checking him out and neglecting the chicks. What was my hope, that something would happen between us? "Yeah," some part of me quickly agreed. But another part was just as quick to disagree.

Nothing was going to happen. I knew it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't going to happen, one, because he probably had no interest, and second, because though the thought of it was definitely something that turned me on, I seriously doubted that I could go through with it. Could I seduce him? Would I have to seduce him? What if he kicked my ass and told everyone?

If it did happen, I'm sure that it would be me sucking his dick. I didn't see the favor being returned with Jared. And I wasn't interested it in being a one-way deal. I guess the forced sucking his dick was a one-way deal, but it was just something that went through my head. I could just imagine me sucking him off and then telling me thanks for the head, you can leave now. Maybe run into him tomorrow and he'd say to my brothers, `Hey, you know that Walsh is a cock-sucker?' Yeah, not something that I wanted.

I was becoming frustrated with myself. Frustrated that all this shit was going through my mind to begin with. You're not attracted to dudes, you just do that shit with Kevin. Hell, if I were Kevin, I'd probably have somehow convinced Jared to go back to our room an hour ago and he'd have my load down his throat. But I'm not Kevin abd I don't want that. I have this perfectly slutty girl right in front of me, so forget about Jared and take this girl back to the hotel.

I took a good look at her. Like I said, she was pretty attractive, brunette with brown eyes. Nothing to brag about, but certainly fuckable. She had a ton of beads around her neck, and I got the feeling that she didn't come down here with all those beads. Being horny and frustrated, I made my move. I had to get out of here and away from Jared. I had to get off. I'm usually not too direct, but when in Rome...

"So listen, how about we get a couple of beers for the road and go back to my hotel room," I asked her.

She looked me over and said, "Yeah, that would be cool."

"Excellent. Just let me tell my friend that I'm leaving."

"Yeah, I got to tell a couple of people too."

So I went over to Evan and told him that I was hooking up. I pointed her out and he said, `Nice.' Maybe nice to Evan, but she was probably a step down from the girls I usually hook up with. But whatever. As long as I got a blow job, get this guy Jared off my mind, I'd be happy. I told him not to come back for an hour or so, and he was cool with that. I said that I would leave the shade open an inch, to check before he knocked, in case I scored.

With a handshake and a clap-on-the-back hug, we said laters. I said good-bye to the guys from the other chapter that were immediately around. This was the end of their Spring Break, and they were heading back tomorrow. They said we were welcome down to VA anytime, and I extended them the same invitation. We actually did meet up with them in VA once, but that is a different story.

Jared was talking to some chick. I didn't want to interrupt him, and I was a little uneasy about going up to him and shaking his hand and shit. I figured if I caught his eye by the time, jeez, I didn't even know her name, got back, I'd wave good-bye.

A couple of minutes went by before what's her name came back, and I almost thought she was going to leave me hanging. But she came back, all smiles. We ordered a couple of beers in plastic cups and took off. Right before leaving, I turned around and happened to catch eyes with Jared. I brought my right arm up in the air to him, and he did the same. Yeah, he was a hot and some chick would be his tonight.

Walking back to the room was quite a chore. I didn't even know the girl's name and didn't have too much to say to her. We made do on the get-to-know-you type of questions: where from, family, that kind of shit. She was from and went to school in Chicago. I wanted to ask her name, but was embarrassed that I didn't know it. When we got back to the room, I hoped that the other guys weren't back. I hadn't thought of it till we were at the door. I told her that there maybe some people in here. She said that if there was, we could go back to her room. Well, at least she was into it.

They weren't there, thank god. As horny as I now was, I really didn't want to walk all the way back to her room. Inside, we didn't spend too much time warming up. I figured what was the use, I'd never see this girl again. I got the feeling she thought the same, which was very cool of her. I'll spare you the details, but she was pretty good in the sack.

She had a good, though not great, body. Her boobs could have been a bit bigger and firmer, but nice to play with. She sucked a respectable dick. I wasn't sure if she was going to put out, but she did. I didn't even have to work for it. She had a nice trimmed bush and we worked a few positions, finishing up doggie-style. I'm pretty sure as we were finishing up, she had an orgasm. She was on the quiet side, so when she really started moaning and grabbing the sheets, I figured I'd done good.

We both got dressed pretty quickly after the deal was done. Neither one of us was interested in the after-sex-lounging-around-naked-in-bed thing. I saw my cigarettes on the table. I hadn't had one since this morning, and offering one to "I still didn't know her name," we both sat at the table and had a smoke.

It again was awkward, both of us running out of things to say. Then she asked me how she would walk home, and the good boy that my mom raised felt guilty about making the girl walk home by herself. Did I walk her home? Hell no, but I called her a cab through the front desk and paid for it.

As she got ready to go and wait for the cab outside, I just had to ask, "So I feel pretty dumb asking this, but I don't know that I ever got your name..."

"Do you really need to know it by this point?" she said/questioned sarcastically, though not mad, standing in the open door.

"No, I guess not."

"Well, its Myra, so you have a name to tell the story with. I never got your name either, but I think my story will be so much better with `and I never even got his name.'"

I just smiled wide and shook my head. This chick was cool. If she was at my school, I may just have had to get her phone number.

"All right then, Myra. It was fun."

"Same here," she said as she walked out the door.

I had another cigarette, waiting for the guys to get home. But I fell asleep before anyone got home. I'm a pretty deep sleeper, well, used to be at least. I didn't hear the guys come in and didn't open my eyes till about ten the following morning. When I woke up, the room had a little more light in it because nobody closed the shade after I opened it for Evan last night. My head was facing Adam, who was in the same bed as me. I could feel his leg pressed up against mine. What was he doing in my bed, I wondered.

I turned my head to the left, at the other bed, and there was some chick in the bed with Matt. Matt must have scored. I needed to take a piss, but waited a few minutes for my morning wood to go down. I moved my leg from being pressed against Adam's. I enjoyed the feeling, but it wasn't helping my erection subside. When it was down, I got up, pissed and drank some water. I took some Advil, though I wasn't in as bad of shape as I was the morning before. That fact that nothing went up my nose was probably had something to do with it.

CJ was in the cot, but Evan was nowhere to be found. With everyone in the room, I didn't want to get back in bed with Adam. If it were just the two us, maybe I would have. But why tease myself? I threw some clothes on, as I had slept in only my underwear last night, and made the same trek for coffee. It was raining a little outside, and the ground was wet, so I didn't hang outside this time.

Inside the room, everyone was still sleeping. CJ must have heard me leave because he was now in the bed with Adam and not in the cot. I sat at the table, sipping my coffee and trying to make out how the girl in Matt's bed looked. She had a lot of brown hair that was disheveled and all over the place, so I couldn't see her face that well. Guess I'd have to wait and see her when she got up. This could be fun, I laughed to myself.

The cigarettes were on the table and with nothing to do, I lit one up. I was about half way done when Adam rustled and stuck his head up.

"You fucking smoking cigarettes?"

"Yeah," I said feeling guilty. Adam didn't like when he saw me smoking butts.

"Put it out, it fucking stinks," he scolded.

I took a last drag and put it out. I didn't even really want it, but yet I did. Somehow, I had an amazing thought. My attraction to guys, messing around with Kevin, was like how I felt about cigarettes, I thought as I watched the tip smolder. I enjoyed it while I was doing it, but after, I was annoyed with myself. And it was addictive, `cause I was always back for more, or had another. Smoking was a phase, guys were a phase. I didn't take the analogy any further than that. I mostly giggled to myself; smoking pot can make you think some weird things.

I thought about jumping in the shower, but I didn't want to miss this girl getting up. So I hung tight. A few minutes later, Adam was getting up. He got out of the bed and had slept in only a pair of boxers himself. Thinking about him sleeping next to me mostly naked turned me on. Seeing his floppy morning dick under his boxers as he adjusted himself made my dick go hard. He walked past me and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The girl in Matt's bed turned a little. A minute later, the toilet flushed and Adam came out of the bathroom.

He popped a squat at the table with me. His beefy chest was visible in front of me. I'd seen it dozens of times, but it still got my blood flowing. No wonder Michele was so possessive of him. If he were mine, I'd be possessive of him too. Not that I wanted him to be "mine" per se, but I understood where Michele was coming from. Adam got stares from chicks no matter where he was. I noticed Adam look at my face, then follow my line of sight so he was looking down at his own chest. When he looked back up at me, my eyes were no longer on his chest.

Instead, I was nodding towards Matt's bed. Adam looked over, then just started shaking his head.

"You hear them last night?" he whispered.

I shook my head no. He rolled his eyes. "Consider yourself lucky. Two drunk idiots having sloppy sex."

I spit some coffee out of my nose, the look on his face was so funny. "Was she good-looking?"

Adam answered by doing the so-so hand movement with his left hand.

As if she knew we were talking about her, she lifted her head and looked at the alarm clock. Adam and I were both looking at her, but quickly turned in our chairs and pretended to be drinking our coffee and talking to each other. I felt her looking in our general direction. Then she put her head back down on the pillow. With her head back down, Adam and I both snorted-laughed.

Now that we knew she was awake and possibly listening, we changed the subject. I told Adam it was raining outside. Looks like it was going to end up being another day of drinking all day long. While we were discussing it, the girl sat up in bed. Both of us looked over at the same time. Her hair was all up in a rat's nest. She looked like she was hit with a bus. I tried to hold back from laughing.

She was holding the sheet up above her breasts, so I had to assume that she was naked under there. There was a bit of awkwardness in the room. We didn't know what to say, and I'm sure that she was a little embarrassed and not sure how to get out of bed, assuming she was naked.

"Hey Adam," she said.

"Good morning, Beth," he responded.

She didn't even acknowledge me. I watched her try to assess her situation through her morning haze. Still holding the sheet over her chest, she swung her feet off the bed, and carefully stood up, making sure that she was totally covered. She seemed content and went straight to the bathroom. Our eyes followed her there till the door closed.

We both looked at Matt, who was now lying on the bed, completely naked, uncovered and dead to the world. His was lying on his side, and from our angle, we had a front view of him. His dick was hard and pressed up against his stomach. I couldn't see his balls, so they must have been between his legs or something. He had a thick brown bush that completely ceased about three inches under his belly button. Without moving my face, I shifted my eyes to Adam, who seemed to staring right at Matt's crotch.

When I moved my eyes back to Matt, Adam stood up and walked over to Matt's bed. He grabbed the comforter and threw it over Matt, covering him up to mid-chest level. Walking back to the table, he had a grin on his face. "It was kind of funny at first," he chuckled, "But if I were in the same position, I wouldn't want you guys to be staring at my dick for too long."

"Good move," was all I could think to say.

A minute later Beth came out of the bathroom. She didn't say anything as we observed her pick up her clothes up from around the bed. She went back into the bathroom and eventually came out completely dressed. She had wet her hair back, and I got a good look at her face. She was good-looking, but not anything to write home about. Not that I was one to judge, the girl I fucked wasn't much better.

She sat on the edge of Matt's bed, putting her shoes on and avoiding eye contact with us. The room was completely silent, and I could only imagine how awkward this girl must have felt waking up in a strange room with four guys in the room. With her shoes back on, she looked over at Matt, who was still out for the count. She got up off the bed and told us to tell Matt that she was staying at some hotel and the room number. And with that, she left the room. We both cracked up laughing.

Adam told me the story about how Matt and Beth met, and how they were all over each all night, making out and groping in the different bars. I told Adam all about the night that Evan and I had and about hooking up with that girl. He wanted to know where Evan was, and I told him that I had no idea. The two of us got changed without showering and went out to get some breakfast.

When we got back, Evan was back in the room and Matt and CJ were awake. They were trading stories of the previous night, so Adam and I joined in. Evan had slept in the other guys' hotel, they were pretty much up all night raging. He asked how it went with that chick, and I told them all about it. Then Matt told his story. Of course CJ and Adam interjected a lot as Matt recounted his tale, adding in all the funny parts and pretty much dogging on Matt. Sounds like they had a lot of fun, and I wished that we had all been together. And for the record, Matt did fuck Beth.

After getting ready, we tried to come with a plan for the day. It was starting to rain harder. We assessed the money situation, and we had spent a lot more than we were planning to in New Orleans. I was doing OK since I won money in Biloxi. But Matt was running pretty low. We decided the best thing to do was to get some alcohol for the room and hang out here to get a good buzz going and then head back over to Bourbon street.

To save some money, we each charged one item at the liquor store. We got a couple of cases, a bottle of Jack, Vodka and some stuff to mix it with. We played a bunch of drinking games, like asshole, chandeliers, quarters, and up the river. After a few hours, all the booze was gone. Between the booze and a few joints that Evan rolled, we were plastered. We probably should have stayed in, but we decided to venture out, it being the last night in New Orleans. We didn't feel like walking all the way over there, so we called a cab. With beads around our necks, we made our way back over to Bourbon Street.

After hanging out on the streets doing the same shit we had done the previous two nights, we went onto the bar called the Cat's Meow. We had been here a few times, but never sang a song. The other nights we had a good time making fun of the people who were singing. But with all the booze we had flowing through our veins, we were all feeling no pain and decided to sing a song that night.

We grabbed a list, and this was a serious list. There had to be few hundred, if not a thousand, songs to choose from. In the state that we were in, it took us forever to make our way through the list, most songs seeming like a great song to sing..."We got to do this one"..."No wait, this one"..."This is the best fucking song." It went like that for a good hour. We couldn't agree what song to sing.

"Fat Bottom Girls," CJ pointed out, and we all cracked up laughing.

I'm sure that every campus, like ours, has a couple of sororities where the Sisters are...well, to keep this polite, pleasantly plump and not exactly stunning in the looks department. I thought that Fraternity would avoid mixing with those sororities, but I was mistaken. I remember being at one of the meetings when the social chair announced that Tuesday was the mixer with one of the "larger" (and I'm not talking in numbers) sororities. I was surprised when the Brothers started clapping, and one of the guys yelled out "Fat Bottom Girls" and the whole room went into hysterics. I asked one of the guys what that meant, but they said I'd find out on Tuesday.

Tuesday rolled around, and by the time it did, we had figured out what it meant. I'm sure some of you have played "Pork the Pig" before. When we got to the house, a couple of hours before the mixer started to get a head start on the drinking, guys started throwing $10 into the pot. If you were in, the guy who hooked up with the fattest chick by the end of the night got to keep the money that was in the pot. At first, I have to admit, I was pretty put off by such a game. Talk about degrading. Not that I voiced my opinion on that, but I did sit out on the competition. So did Matt and most of the younger guys, but CJ was in. He didn't care if the girl was a heffer or not, he was aching for a blow job, so why not get $300 or $400 at the same time.

There were only three real rules to the game. One, you couldn't tell the chick about the game (to split the money), two, the hook up didn't count until "Fat Bottom Girls" was played by the DJ, allowing everyone ample time to work the girls, and three, you had to save the condom to prove that you actually fucked. If you didn't fuck, the hook up was disqualified. Besides that, it was open game.

I didn't realize that pretty much the whole mixer was going to revolve around this game, the Brothers plotting and discussing who was the fattest the whole night. I felt embarrassed for the girls at first, but as the evening went on, and the booze started sinking in, I was helping CJ out, talking to the fattest chicks that I could find and trying to set them up with CJ.

And when "Fat Bottom Girls" came through the stereo, I couldn't help but start laughing hysterically. Everyone started jockeying for position. It was quite a site, watching all these "studs" start pairing up with the "heffers" to close the deal and win the money. I thought the girls would be a bit angry at the song, it seemed quite obvious to me, but they didn't react.

CJ didn't win that night. He hooked up with one of the bigger sisters, but they didn't fuck, so it didn't count. He did get a blow job though, a "pretty good one, too," so he wasn't all that upset. Matt's Big, Ryan, won the contest. He was about the hottest guy who entered the contest and I'm sure that no fat chick would say no to the opportunity to get fucked by him. And since the hook ups were a contest, no one was really given shit for hooking up with a heffer, unlike other parties and mixers. By the time the next mixer with the other fat sorority came around, I was in the contests. I mean, fat girls need some loving too. And why not get paid for it? And yes, I won the contest a couple of times.

With the memories the song triggered, and thinking it funny as hell to sign to all the fat chicks, we decided it was the song we would sing. We put our name on the list, but the list was pretty long, we had at least 10 people ahead of us. Our drinks were empty by this time, so we made our way up to the bar, got another round and did some shots. It was going to be a really fucked up night, I could tell. I'm sure that my stomach hadn't even processed half the alcohol that was in it.

We started to mix and mingle to scope out the chicks. Though it was probably only one guy to every three girls, I found myself checking out some hot guys as well. Certain faces just jumped out at me, and I would do a double-take but shake my head when I realized what I was looking at. I was checking out this really tall dark haired guy when I thought I heard someone yell out my name. I looked around, but didn't see anyone. The guys were in front of me, so I knew it wasn't them. But then I heard it again, this time louder, "Walsh!"

I turned around and saw this guy waving at me from about halfway across the room. It took a second, but then it registered. He was from my HS. He wasn't a guy that I knew all that well. We had a couple of classes together. But we never really hung around outside of school. I told the guys to hold up, and pointed the guy out. They didn't have much interest, so I told then that I would catch up with them.

I made my way over to the guy, his name was Wayne. He seemed really happy to run into me, happier than I was, but it was cool. I went to shake his hand, but he gave me a hug, so I returned it. He introduced me to a group of his friends, a mix of about 4 chicks and three other guys. I said hello to them all and spent some time catching up with Wayne. He was pretty wasted, but so was I. A couple of the girls got closer and joined our conversation. One of them was really checking me out. She was pretty cute too.

A shot girl walked by, and Wayne wanted to so some shots, so he bought a round for the four of us. I started talking to this girl and was having a good time. We made our way closer to the bar and had a few more drinks. Wayne was back and forth, hanging out with us for awhile and then going back to the rest of his crew. He was becoming a bit annoying, interrupting my game.

It must have been close to an hour that we were hanging out when I heard the MC say, "Next we have Matt, John, Evan, CJ and Adam singing `Fat Bottom Girls' by Queen." It took a second to register, but then I was like, "Oh shit, that's me." I walked the girl back to her friends, and told her I would come back when we were done singing. They wished me good luck and I made my way to the stage.

I wasn't that far from the stage, so I was the first one up there. The MC handed me a mic and I waited for the other guys to join me. I looked into the crowd and saw all the people. Stage fright began to set in, and I felt my stomach go upside down for a minute. I'm not particularly fond of public speaking, and I have never "Karaokeed" before. After about the 30 seconds, they still weren't up there and I was like, what the fuck?

The MC came over to me and asked if the rest of the guys were coming up and I said that they should be. I looked out in the crowd for them, but I couldn't see them with the stage lights shining in my eyes. After another 10 seconds, the MC said he couldn't wait any longer. I was going to get off the stage, when my eyes caught the words on the screen start to go. I got distracted by them and stopped, when I should have kept walking.

The color of the letters turned a shade of pink, and I assumed it was meant to keep you on pace with the song. I watched as all the words became pink, "Are you gonna take me home tonight...ahh, down beside that red fire light, are you gonna let it all hang out, fat bottom girls you make the rockin' world go round."

I still had the microphone in my right hand, which was hanging down by my leg. Though I was reading the lyrics in my head, I wasn't singing. When the guitars started to play, I looked over at the MC and he was pointing at the microphone he was holding up to his mouth, trying to tell me to sing. I looked at the microphone and then looked at the crowd. I kind of laughed at myself. Me? Sing alone, in front of all these people? What was he, crazy? My right leg was shaking a bit, I was that nervous.

Then the words started going pink again. Even in my drunken stupor, I could tell that I probably looked like an idiot standing up here and not singing. Sing or get off the stage, a part of me urged. And surprising even myself, a part of me said, "Fuck it, what do I have to lose, I'll never see these people again."

I brought the microphone up to my mouth. My hand was shaking as well, and when my mind caught up with the words on the screen, I jumped into the song...

"...But I knew life before I left my nursery. Left alone with big fat fanny, She was such a naughty nanny, Heap big woman, You made a bad boy out of me, HEY!"

And it suddenly felt amazing to be up there singing. I felt a lot of the nervousness leave me, though I was still somewhat nervous. I couldn't see that far into the crowd, but I saw a bunch of the people closer to the stage dancing and singing along with me. I won't pretend that I am a great singer, cause I know I'm not, but I started to get into it.

I started shaking and bouncing with the music as the guitar solo played, feeling more comfortable with every second that passed. "I've been singing with my band, Across the wire across the land. I've seen every blue-eyed floozy on the way. But their beauty and their style, Went kind of smooth after a while. Take me to them dirty ladies every time."

I switched the microphone to my left hand and started strumming a pretend guitar with my left hand. My voice was a little low to start, but as the chorus got closer, my voice became more powerful. And when the chorus started, the MC came onto the stage next to me and started singing with me. Having him there gave me even more confidence...

"Oh, won't you take me home tonight? Oh down beside your red firelight, Oh and you give it all you got, Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round. Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round."

I looked over at the MC and smiled at him. He smiled back at me. When it came time to sing again, the MC kept singing along with me. It made me feel so much better having him next to me, and I did a lot better with him there. With two of us singing I'm sure that I sounded a heck of a lot better. I won't go through every verse, but it was such a liberating experience. I was playing air guitar at the end and banging my head.

When I was done, I held my hands up high in the air and heard some cheering and hollering. I had a huge smile on my face and felt great. Better than great, I felt amazing. I felt high on life. I put the microphone back to my mouth, and started singing, "Trucking, down to New Orleans, FUCKED UP, DOWN ON BOURBON STREET, what a long, strange trip its been!"

That got more yelling from the crowd and with that I gave the microphone back to the MC. I shook hands with him and thanked him for the help. No problem, he said, you did good, you just needed a little help.

I stepped off the stage, and a few people I didn't know clapped me on the back and said I did a good job. Now that I was off the stage, I wondered where the hell the other guys went. Did they just leave me here at the bar by myself? That wasn't cool. I really didn't feel like walking all around Bourbon Street trying to find them. Fuck `em, I thought, and went to make my way back over to Wayne and that chick.

On my way over, all of a sudden the guys were on top of me, laughing their asses off.

"Where the fuck were you guys?" I asked, a little angry with them.

"Dude, you totally sucked up there," Matt said, laughing uncontrollably.

"Yeah," Evan added, laughing as well, "You should have seen your face when the music started playing. You looked like you were going to shit your pants."

"Wait, you guys were here the whole time?" I asked.

"Yeah, we thought it would be funny to see you make a fool of yourself up there," CJ said.

I looked at Adam, but he wasn't saying anything. He wasn't laughing out loud like the other guys were, but he had a grin ear to ear. I was becoming angrier and angrier. And the more that they laughed at me, the more pissed off I became.

"That's fucked up," I said.

"We were waiting for a big hook to come out and pull you off stage," Evan continued.

"Yeah, or you were going to get gonged off stage," Matt added.

"If you guys don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to gong each of you right in the fucking head."

"Don't get mad at us because you sucked," Evan laughed.

"I don't think I sucked, but if I did it was because you guys left me up there alone. I was mad at you guys thinking that you went to another bar without me. But now I'm even more pissed off knowing you guys were here the whole time, probably making fun of me in front of everybody."

I don't know why I was so angry. Yes I do. I was so angry because I was the butt of their joke, and I wasn't used to being in that position. It's one thing to joke around, but this was a different story. I never would have left one of my Brothers up there by himself in front of all these people and then mock him when he got off stage. And the more I thought about it, I was starting to get enraged. And they kept on making fun of me.

"Who's got a key?" I asked.

"What?" Matt asked.

"A key, who's got a fucking key?"

"What, you gonna leave now?"

"Give me a key," I said.

"Quit being a baby, Walsh, we were just having some fun."

"I'm not going to ask for a key again," I said as I held out my hand.

"Don't be like that," Evan said.

I didn't say anything back to Evan. I just gave him a hard stare in his eyes. Everyone went quiet. I think they could tell I was beyond pissed. I felt a key in my hand, and I traced the arm back to Adam.

"I'll see you guys in the fucking morning. Keep it quiet when you get back to the room, I don't want to be woken up." That said, I turned around and walked out of the bar.

Just outside the bar, I felt someone grab my arm. I turned around and it was Adam. "I'll go back to the room with you," he said, concern on his face.

"No thanks, I'd rather be alone, like you guys left me on the stage."

"Come on Walsh, we were just having some fun."

"Yeah, I know Adam. Fun at my expense. I never would have left you up there in front of all those people. I wonder how funny you would think it was if it was you up there and then got made fun of by everyone. It will be cool tomorrow, but right now, I don't want to hang out with any of you guys."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

I walked my way back up Bourbon Street. I was probably over-reacting, but they pissed me off. And being drunk wasn't helping. It was an issue of respect for me. I respected them enough not to do something like that to them. Obviously they didn't feel the same.

When I got back to the room, I wasn't particularly tired. I searched Evan's bags and found some weed. I rolled a joint and smoked the whole thing by myself. The weed helped me mellow out a bit. And I felt bad for being such a dick to them. I was still mad, but I wasn't going to let it ruin my last night here. So I rolled another joint and walked back to Bourbon Street, hoping to catch up with those guys somewhere.

I didn't ever find them. I went a bunch of places, having a couple of more drinks in each one. And as the night went on, I got more and more fucked up. I talked to a bunch of different people. But I was in one of those moods where I felt more like drinking than I did talking to anyone. And after a certain point, I don't remember anything.

"Walsh, come on, wake up," I heard someone say as they shook my shoulder.

I could barely open my eyes. I saw just the slightest sliver of Adam. I was amazed that I was even alive. You ever get that weird feeling when you wake up? Its like your brain hasn't had a thought in hours, and when you wake up, you remember that you are actually alive. It's a scary feeling.

"Where am I?" I mumbled

"Back in the hotel room."

"What time is it?"

"About eight. What time did you get back last night?"

"I have no idea. I don't even remember getting back here."

"Well, we got back at like 4, and you weren't here."

I was struggling to stay awake, and before I knew it, I was passed out again. Looking back, if I had to guess, I'd guess that it was only a couple of hours earlier that I was still drinking. I was still totally drunk and there wasn't a chance that they were getting me up.

I banged my head against something and I felt like I was moving. Startled, I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the car. What the fuck? My whole body ached and my mouth was dry as hell. So dry, I could hardly even talk.

"Matt, where are we?" I asked groggily. He was sitting next to me and CJ was driving.

"Holy shit, he's alive. We thought you were dead or something, Walsh (laughter from everyone in the car). We're on Route 10 in Alabama."

"How the fuck did I get into the car?"

"Dude, you were dead to the world. We tried waking you up like 50 times, but you just wouldn't wake up. So we carried you to the car. You didn't even open an eye."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've seen you like that before."

"You have any water?"

Matt passed me a bottle of water and I chugged most of it back. And in an instant, I was back asleep again. I'm not one to typically sleep in cars But three days and nights of partying hard caught up with me and I was thoroughly exhausted. At least I would be well- rested for Panama City.

And what seemed to me like only 5 minutes, CJ was nudging my arm, "Walsh, we're here."

I felt the car come to a halt and I opened my eyes. The sun was shining brightly and I saw that we were in the parking lot of a big hotel. I stretched and noticed that it was now Evan that was in the driver's seat. I kind of laughed to myself, damn, I slept the whole friggin' way to Panama City.

To be continued....

Another long one. And no sex. Sorry. Hope you still enjoyed, there were a lot of important things in that chapter.

See you in the group or send me an e-mail if you have comments.

JW