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Joseph Andrew Collins Chapter 8
I had to take a leak. RAT was still in bed snuggled up to me. He had rolled over onto his other side and was now spooning around my back and butt with his left arm thrown over me and holding me from his elbow at my navel to his hand wrapped over my right shoulder. It really hit me coming out of my sound sleep just how his 6 feet and 180 pounds totally eclipsed my 5'4" and 115 pounds. Although my upper body was encased by his chest and arm, he was not squeezing me, more like tucking me into a safe haven he had created for me with his body. Romantic claptrap, I decided.
I lay there for a few moments trying to decide how to ease myself free without disturbing him. Then it occurred to me, we were paired. I was not to be more than an arm's length away from him. He was going to have to go to the bathroom with me.
"RAT" I said quietly, trying to see if he would rouse without disturbing Kirk or Gary. I got a groan and mumble back in response. "RAT, wake up." I tried again. I reached back with my free arm and grasped his hip.
"Don't do that unless you really mean it." he groaned, pushing his hips forward to emphasise his point. "What's the matter ?"
"I have to take a leak." I whispered.
"Sorry." he stated, lifting his restraining arm from around me. "Go for me too, while you're there."
"You have to come with me." I stated. There was a moment of silence.
"Are you propositioning me ?" he questioned, his voice clear enough to tell me he was awake.
"In your fuckin' dreams," I said, "and that better be a stick I feel poking my ass, 'cause I'm about to break it up for kindling." he pulled back from me breaking our contact.
"What is it you want ?" he asked, a somewhat exasperated tone coming through.
"I have to pee and I need you to go to the toilet with me." I repeated. There was a pause.
"You need help aiming, or someone to lift you up to the bowl ?." he kidded, enjoying a chuckle.
"No asshole," I responded, "we're twinned. We have to be within each other's reach at all times."
"It's the middle of the night." he moaned. "No one is going to be up. Who's going to know ?"
"Me." I answered. "C'mon." He followed me out of bed and we went down the hall to the toilet. As I stood at the urinal, he moved up beside me and started to piss in the next unit.
"Sorry about rubbing up against you in there." RAT told me. "I get hard when I sleep and don't even know I'm doing it."
"All men get hard when they're asleep." I stated. "That's one of the reasons they got us sleeping like this. They want to see who spazes out over it. Then there are those who find out their partner's gay. It tends to bring out the worst in some."
"None of these guys are queer." he attested. "Everyone was okay in the showers last night. I've run into a few of them guys in the locker room, so I can pretty well tell. Have you noticed anyone ?"
"Place seems fine to me," I replied, "but I guess you never can be sure. Look at the way you were firming up against my butt. Maybe I better be the one in the rear position for the rest of the night."
"Hey man, I hope you're just kidding about that." RAT declared seriously. "I ain't never been into any of that shit and nobody better say I have." I could see he was getting upset.
"No sweat man." I appeased him. "I can't think of anyone I feel safer with covering my rear. C'mon, let's go back to bed." I found myself smiling as we returned to our room and crawled onto the bed. RAT got in and lay down with his back to me.
"You okay ?" he asked.
"I liked it when you were protecting me." I said. "You're just going to turn over again when you get to sleep, so why don't you just do it now and get comfortable ?" He didn't move for about a minute, then he turned around and put his arm over me again. "That's better." I told him and quickly went to sleep.
"Up and at 'em, Pledges." the call came down the hallway. "Everyone step into the hallway for headcount and announcements." I opened my eyes and realized it was still dark outside. "Hurry up, before this starts costing you." We all leapt to our feet and raced for the hall. Luckily, we were not last.
As we stood in a line outside the doors to our rooms, we presented a motley assortment of naked, half awake, ruffled haired, mostly unshaven, young men sporting semi to full blown erections.
"Those who got up to the bathroom last night, step forward." the Pledge Master instructed. I stepped forward and motioned RAT to move by my side. He did. Glancing down the line, I noticed three fellow Pledges who took the step forward as single units. "Pledge Robert, did you have the misfortune to be teamed with a twin whose bladder is as small as your own ?"
"No, Sir." RAT answered loudly.
"Then how do you explain the fact that both of you went to take a leak ?" Vince inquired further.
"We are twins, Sir." RAT explained. "Where one goes, so does the other."
"Very good, Pledge Robert," he responded, "but I'm not checking for that this morning. Everyone who has the roll of Lifesavers you're to have with you all the time, put your hand over your head." There was a general groan and no one raised his hand. "Okay, everyone go get your Lifesavers, peel one off and give it to me, then get dressed. Your clothes are in the drying room."
We had all lost our first of ten Lifesavers. I realized we were going to have to be a lot smarter if we were to complete the Trials without cancelling ourselves out. When I handed Vince my Lifesaver, he gave me a look, which I knew said to sharpen up. I was pretty sure he also wanted to know about my night, but he wasn't going to ask even if he had the opportunity. We were taken outside and lined up. The sun was just coming up which made it about 6:00 a.m.
"We're going for a run." the Pledge Master announced. "Rather you're going for a run. Only about 5 miles this morning to get you broken in. Those of you who have team practices before class will be allowed to go to them as long as your twin is with you. A twin may sit on the sidelines and watch while his partner's practice is in session, other than that specific instance, or in classroom lectures, you must always be within reach of each other."
We ran, following the jeep in which the Pledge Master rode. By the time we started to return toward the Frat House, some were starting to show the wear. As I noted before, most of the Frat members were athletes and this was true of the Pledges as well, but a few were not and those, while not being in bad condition, were not prime. Two guys were obviously not into regular exercise and by the last mile, were trailing considerably behind. The jeep stopped and Vince exited.
"Where are the partners for Pledges James and Richard, our two less agile Pledges ?" he asked. Ty and Gavin slowly raised their hands. "Are you within reach of your twins ?"
"No, Sir, but..." Gavin started to say.
"There is no 'but'." the Pledge Master declared. "You two are responsible for being absent from your assigned twin. I'll have 5 Lifesavers from each of you." He held out his hand and the two were forced to turn over the markers. "I suggest you both stay very alert, or your remaining four Lifesavers will go very quickly." We continued on until we had returned to our starting point at the House.
We were instructed to go to the cafeteria and to eat breakfast as a group. Afterward we were to do our normal routines and return to the House by 6:p.m., after eating dinner.
"Do you need to go back into the House for anything ?" RAT questioned. I shook my head in the negative. "We'll go to Roberts Hall and pick up our books then. I have a football practice at 3 o'clock. You're in my two morning classes, so that's no problem there." When we arrived at Roberts Hall, I went to RAT's room with him. He and Gavin were roommates, but Gavin had not come back with us as he had a morning practice to attend with his twin. The place appeared to have been broken into and ransacked, but RAT just went about collecting his things, so I thought this was likely the way they normally lived.
We went to my room and I grabbed my needed books for today and tomorrow as well as a couple changes of underwear, socks and T-shirts, plus some running shorts. Seeing me stuff them into my tote bag, RAT realized he had no clothing and took off at high speed to get some. Just as he reached my door, a book came sailing narrowly past his head and slammed against the door. He turned to me with a big-eyed shocked expression on his face.
"You might have knocked my head through this door." he said to me with a tone of disbelief in his voice. I held up my right thumb and forefinger with about an inch of space between them and pointed to them with my left hand. "What's the matter with you ? You haven't said a word so far all morning." I glared at him, hoping to convey how stupid he could be, then I crossed my mouth with me hands. "Oh, I get it, you're not talking. You're mute. Oh God, I forgot. We're twinned and you're mute." I nodded vigorously.
I finally got it clear to him, he couldn't go anywhere without me, even to his room. I had all my things together and was just about ready to leave. Last thing to do was to check my phone messages. There was a message from my Coach, Ken Williams. He called to let me know he couldn't come tomorrow as we had tentatively discussed, but he would like to come about four o'clock on Thursday. I spent 10 minutes getting thru to RAT that he needed to call the Pledge Master for me and tell him the message on the tape.
"This is the DPD Frat house. How may I help you ?"
"Hello, Sir. This is Pledge Robert calling for Pledge Joe, who is mute today. Would it be possible to speak to the Pledge Master, or to Brother Brad ?"
"Are you in trouble ? Do you need help ? the Brother on the line asked.
"No, Sir. We're okay. There's a message here from Joe's Coach, Mr. Williams that Joe wants one of them to hear."
"Okay, hold on while I find someone." I could see RAT was waiting for someone to talk to.
"Robert, this is Brother Brad. Is 'Tick' all right ?" RAT looked at me and arched his eyebrows. "Tick ?" he asked pointing at me. I nodded.
"Yes, Sir, he's just fine. He's mute today and wanted you to hear the message from his Coach. He's playing it now." When the message finished, RAT listened for a moment and then hung up the receiver.
"He says, not to worry. He will take care of the arrangements and then notify you this evening." I nodded my understanding. "'Tick', eh. I want to hear all about that tomorrow. It might make my personal item for your introduction speech. Gee, I guess I had better start telling you about myself. We only have 18 or so hour left for me to fill you in on all my interesting quirks." At this rate, I could foresee I was going to likely have a giant headache in not too long a time.
"Let me see now. I was born when I was very young." he started what I have since come to regard as the Never-Ending Story.
Our day went fairly well. Different Brothers challenged us several times as to where our twin was, but each time we were together. At the Frosh football practice, I found I was expected to go into the dressing room with RAT and stay with him until we reached the field, then I could go and sit in the stands while practice was on. It gave me a chance to catch up on a little homework, get today's homework done and be well ahead on some of my required reading.
Kirk was also practicing, so Gary sat with me. We were both mute today, so we got a lot of work done, but not very much communication. As the players were leaving the field after practice, Kirk and RAT called to us to come back into the dressing room with them. It occurred to me watching the players strip off their practice pads that they were all going to be showering next. Suddenly, I started to strip off my clothes as well. I looked around to locate Gary and found he had seen me and gotten the message.
I walked into the shower room directly behind RAT and sure enough, Brother Bruce was standing there waiting for him.
"Pledge Robert, where's your twin ?" Brother Bruce asked.
"He's right behind me, Sir." RAT responded and moved aside, so I could be seen. Bruce looked slightly surprised seeing me and then a big grin covered his face.
"You know Joe, they tell me that a pair of twins has been caught separated in the football players shower every year since 1996. I didn't know it would be you and I'm glad you broke the record."
"Thank you, Sir." I responded with a grin. He nodded and turned his attention to Kirk, finding that Gary was right in line next to him. We had all cleared a trap and I wondered how the others in team sports had managed. I was a little surprised when the team members all congratulated us not only on our success then and there, but also on being invited to Pledge. I hadn't fully realized how important it was to a team to have DPD Brothers playing with them. It seemed a status boost to the other players to know their team mates had made it to the top Fraternity.
We went to the cafeteria and had dinner with the other Pledges at 5 o'clock and then all reported to the Frat House before six. When we arrived, we were sent to the Freshman Wing lounge and told to wait. At 6 o'clock precisely, about ten Brothers came into the lounge. They instructed us to pull the sofas and chairs around until we had them in a circular figure. The Brothers sat down, spaced out among the seats and we were directed to occupy the rest of the positions left between them.
"Congratulations to all of you on completing your first full 23 hours as the Delta Phi Delta Pledge Class." Pledge Master Vince declared. "We are going to spend the next couple hours talking. The Brothers who are here will answer questions for you and we may discuss some details, which you are not to repeat to anyone except another Brother. Now to start off, does anyone have any questions ?" There were several Pledges who raised their hands. Pledge Master Vince selected James.
"Pledge Master, the portions of the Trials we have been involved in this first 23 hours are somehow a lot different than I imagined. Is there more going on than we are aware of with what it seems we have been required to do ?"
"The Trials are exactly what they are, Trials." Brother Andrew responded. "The purpose of an activity might not always be apparent, or even what it may appear to be may not be so, but each activity has a measurable end result. All the Trials are eventually directed toward one end, selecting those 10 who best exemplify the purposes of the Fraternity."
"Sir, I know I'm about to demonstrate just how foolish I can be, but what are the purposes of this Fraternity ?" Pete asked.
"Let me guess," Brother Chris spoke out, "you heard from all kinds of jocks, how the best Frat in the universe was at the College you were going to and if you had any balls you'd Pledge DPD."
"One of the problems with having a Fraternity which is hard to get into," Brother Brad said, "is that everyone wants to get into it. They don't even know what the Frat's about, they just want to make it."
"Don't feel too foolish, Pete." Brother Andrew continued. "Out of the 20 Pledges here, I'll bet at least 19 of you don't know what the purpose of this Frat is."
"Excuse me, Brother Andrew," I interrupted, "what exactly would you be willing to bet ?" Andrew stared at me and squinted. I could see him trying to tell if I knew something he didn't, but he couldn't tell from me.
"This has been a rather unusual Pledge Class, even after only 23 hours," Andrew conceded, "so maybe 1 out of 20 isn't accurate this year. Normally it's zero, but I thought you would know, Joe."
"I do, Sir." I responded. He smiled knowingly.
"Then your group does too." he attested. "So no more than 4 out of 20 know the purpose of our Fraternity. In other words, if Joe didn't tell you, you likely don't know."
"To answer your question, Pete," Brother Brad interceded, "the purpose of Delta Phi Delta Chapter is to identify, select and support individuals who demonstrate increased abilities of perceptive intuition and to assist these individuals in developing their fullest potentials for the betterment of themselves and society through Greek Fraternal concepts."
"Sir, I'd like to ask a direct question about the Trials." Gary stated, changing the focus. "I have all these images about Fraternity initiations that involve a variety of stressful and dark activities, like taking Pledges out to some graveyard, stripping them down and leaving them to make their own way back to the Frat House and a lot of sex stuff and sometimes being paddled for no reason and stuff like that. That doesn't seem to hold true yet except, for the paddle, except there was a reason for that. Is that stuff true ?"
"Boy, I wish I had your dreams." Brother Nathan commented and the other Brothers laughed.
"What Brother Nathan intended to say," Brother Steve interpreted, "is that there are many wild stories about Fraternity initiations and hazing. We don't do initiations or hazing, we conduct Trials. Some of them have sexual aspects to them, but no one is forced to do anything, ever. You always have the right to say 'No' and resign, with no repercussions or bad feelings. The paddle is used occasionally to bring order when required. It is never excessive. No one is beaten or physically damaged. We all face the same discipline, even as Brothers."
"I don't understand, Sir." Richard stated. "You mean there is discipline after the Trials ?"
"When you are installed as a Brother, you pledge to dedicate your life to certain goals and to maintain the integrity of the Fraternity." Brother Andrew instructed. "If a Brother breaks the trusts he undertakes and is judged culpable by his fellow Brothers, he may face reprimand, or expulsion."
"How often does a Brother leave the Fraternity, after they are installed ?" Verne questioned.
"There was one last year." Brother Andrew announced. "He was from my Pledge Class. The last one before him was over ten years ago."
"Why did they leave, Sir ?" Verne questioned further.
"You come and ask me that after you become a Brother and I'll tell you." Brother Andrew assured him. There was a pause in the questioning with no one putting up their hand.
"May I answer a question, Sir ?" I asked. Vince gave me a strange look, indicating he didn't understand. "There is a question among several of my Pledge brothers which everyone is too polite to ask."
"Go ahead, Joe." Vince allowed.
"Several of you have wondered why I seem to be singled out for different things, like having to learn Brothers' full names when the rest of you only need to learn their first names." I started. "I'm what's known as a 'legacy' Pledge. Brother Brad, would you explain what that means, please ?"
"A 'legacy' Pledge is a candidate who is entitled to become a Pledge by right of direct relationship to a Brother. In Joe's case, his Father is a Brother and so is his older brother, so he automatically was allotted a Pledge position." Brad explained.
"I'd like to make a comment here." Brother Andrew interrupted. "The Pledging of a 'legacy' is a fairly rare occasion in DPD. For some reason, the cause of which I am not certain, the vast majority of Brothers are single children, or have female siblings, or elder male siblings who have passed through their schooling without qualifying for this Fraternity. 'Legacy' candidates are usually someone like me, who's Father is a member. The last time this Chapter had a 'legacy' Pledge while his relative was still residing in the House was about 14 years ago."
"I also want to make a comment here." Pledge Master Vince said. "The right of 'legacy' applies only to Pledging. I met with Joe and his brother before Rush Week began and made it clear to both of them that Joe would have to hold his own in the Trials, or I would expel him, just like anyone else. If anything, I believe the Brothers in general are being harder toward Joe than the rest of you. They've had a relationship with him and expect him to perform beyond what is normally accepted."
"Some of you have noticed a caring relationship, which I share with many of the Brothers." I commented. "I have associated with these men for nearly two years and have developed respect and admiration for them similar to that I feel for my own brother, who has always been my best friend. Those Brothers seated in this room are all, with the exception of the Pledge Master who has only been here a short while, people I have admired and felt privileged to regard as friends."
"I can tell you that Joe is the closest person to an actual little brother that I've ever had." Brother Steve said. "Because of the relationship we developed during my first year as his brother's roommate, I was much more able last year to be an effective brother to the new class. I have to admit though, Vince is right. I do expect more from him than the rest of you. That might not be fair, but that's the way I feel having some idea of his abilities."
"This Pledge Class has more of the Brothers' interest and involvement than any class I've ever seen." Andrew stated. "I believe it's because they want to be part of the Class Joe is Pledging with."
"I don't know all of you very well, yet," I stated, "so you may not place any value on what I tell you. Those of us who are still here after the Trials will be 10 of the luckiest guys in the world. Our seniors here are the most interesting, intelligent and caring men you will ever meet anywhere. They will give us three years of examples in life and brotherhood that you could never hope to experience elsewhere. They're my heroes and I guarantee they will be yours as well."
"If he keeps talking like that, Vince," Brother Steve said, "I don't care what you say, I'm giving him 5 Lifesavers." Everyone laughed.
"May I say something, Sir ?" Kirk asked. Vince nodded to him. "I've only known Joe a couple weeks and I don't care if he came here as a 'legacy' or anything else. He's my hero and he deserves to be a Pledge as much, if not more than any of us."
"I second that." Chuck blurted out.
"Me too." Pete added.
"Me as well" Gary spoke out in a loud determined voice.
"Who is Joe's brother ?" Gavin asked. There was a pause as the Brothers looked around at each other.
"I don't think you need to know." Andrew responded. "It's up to them if they want to tell you."
"You already know I am totally proud of my brother." I commented. "I would be happy if everyone in the world knew I was related to him, but it's up to him if he wants to come out of the closet, so to speak." A number of people chuckled.
"They might as well be told." Brad voiced. "As soon as they see our Dad, they can hardly miss the resemblance. I'm Joe's older brother and I feel every bit as much toward him as he has said about me, but as long as he's a lowly Pledge, I expect respect." A number of the Brothers laughed loudly and my friends chuckled. I held my fist up toward him. "You hold that fist up as long as you like, little man, but if I see a finger, I'll take some Lifesavers." I pulled my arm back and stuck it behind my back, much to the amusement of everyone else.
"Is everyone satisfied now ?" Andrew asked. There was no reply from anyone. Vince stood and moved to the outside of the circle formed by the furniture we were sitting on. He leaned over and placed his hand on the head of one of the Pledges.
"Joe, who is this ?" he wanted to know. I stood up at attention.
"That is my Pledge brother, Tyler Spencer, known as Ty, Sir." He moved on around the arc and placed his hand on another head.
"Gavin, who is this ?" Gavin stood up and paused. "Chuck, who is this ?" Chuck stood alert.
"That's my Pledge brother, Don, Sir." He moved around the circle and stopped, placing his hand on one of the Brothers. Suddenly, most of the Pledges froze.
"Richard, who is this ?" he asked. Richard stood to attention.
"That's Brother Alfredo Renoir, the resident Chaplain of the Fraternity, Sir." Richard stated. The Brothers all laughed and half the Pledges joined them.
"Close," the Pledge Master allowed, "but not quite. It's lucky for you that every Class needs a clown; I believe you just proved you are equipped for the job. Gary, who is this ?" Gary stood.
"That's Brother Nathan, Sir." he seemed to guess, but he was right.
"Everyone please remember, starting tomorrow morning it will cost you Lifesavers if you can not identify the Brothers properly. I suggest you spend sometime tonight with one of the photo albums. I should also tell you, I expect you by now to know the names of your Pledge brothers. I'm going to dismiss you now. You are free until 10:30 when I want you back here." The Brothers stood and left the lounge. Before leaving, Brad stopped in front of me.
"Ken Williams is coming Thursday afternoon at 4:00 p.m." Brad told me. "Coach Banks wants to bring a group in again during your practice and Ken has agreed. Ken said, he was also bringing a guest. Is that any problem ?"
"That's no problem. They can both bring anyone they like." I said. "Do you think Brothers Ray and Sandy would mind if I asked them to come and spar again ?"
"I think they'd like you asking them." Brad assured me.
"Thanks for making the arrangements, Bro." I told him.
"By the way, the meeting's over." he noted. "How come you aren't on your feet while you're speaking to me ?" I guess I looked hurt as I stood to alert. "It's okay Bro, just don't let anyone else catch you. You heard what was said about the Brothers expecting more from you. Without realizing it, they could test you right out of here." I nodded, appreciating his warning.
Kirk asked what I wanted to do for the two hours we had before we needed to be back in the lounge. I mimed to him until I got him to understand I wanted to do my exercise routine. He agreed he would too, so I found RAT and got the message through to him. He checked with Kirk and decided to do the same, which was fortunate seeing as we were twinned. I motioned for him to follow me. Taking my bag upstairs, I changed into my exercise clothes and the others did too. We proceeded to the basement and we traveled the corridors to the Exercise Room.
The door was open and I led the others in. Two senior Brothers were already there and when I saw them I stopped and came to attention. Those with me did the same. After we had stood there for a couple minutes, Brother Jim came over to me. He looked at me and smiled.
"Something I can do for you and your band of mighty men, Pledge Joe ?" he asked, with a big grin. These Brothers were heavy weight wrestlers and though there was no excess fat on either of them, they were huge men, packed with muscle.
"Sir, the Pledges would ask permission to exercise here for about an hour." I stated.
"Do you all know how to use the equipment properly ?" he wanted to know.
"I don't, Sir." Gary admitted. The others said they could.
"The rest of you go ahead." Brother Jim indicated. "Pledge Gary you come over with us and we'll show you how things work." Kirk, RAT and I went and did our things and for the next hour Brothers Jim and Andy took Gary slowly thru the sections of the weight room, instructing him on the safe and proper way to use all the equipment.
I watched the senior Brothers work with Gary. They watched over him carefully and patiently helped him when he missed doing something the way they had instructed. They both appeared exceptionally massive working with someone as small as Gary or myself. It made me think of my Dad and the way he guided both Brad and myself when we were growing up. I started to wonder if becoming a great Dad was related to the Fraternity experience. Did the care and interest I had witnessed from these and other Brothers carry on later into their families, as they proceeded through life ? Watch yourself Joe, I thought. You're sounding more like a psychologist than a lawyer.
After an hour, we had all completed the routines we needed, to round out our training programs. Gary was ready to go as well.
"Thank you Brother Andy and Brother Jim." Gary told them. "It was really nice having your help.
"You did very well Gary." Brother Andy praised him. "We will do this again very soon, okay ?"
"I'd really like that, Sir." he responded enthusiastically.
"So would I." Brother Jim answered him back. "Best of luck on the Trials to all of you."
We all thanked them and went back to the showers in the Freshman Wing, where we washed off and put on some cleaner and drier clothes. We were back in the lounge well before the appointed time and had a chance to review the photo albums, which had been in heavy demand when we left.
"We have a special outing on Thursday afternoon." Brother Chris announced. "Most of the Brothers have decided to go with us, so be prepared to leave at 3:30 from the Frat House." I wondered what was going on. I had already received permission to work with my Coach on Thursday at 4 o'clock. "I'm sorry Joe, you will have to miss going with us this time. Coaching time has priority over entertainment anytime." Damn I thought, why couldn't this have come up before everything was arranged."
One more note before you go upstairs to shower and to bed. Well, actually three or four things." the Pledge Master stated. "First, those of you who prefer to shower in the morning may do so, as long as you don't delay any other activities. The best bet is to ask the Brother in charge if you'll have time to shower leter when activities start. Next, the routine tonight is the same as last night. Once in bed, both twins may talk. At the morning call, the opposite twin from today is mute. There will be a 5-mile run again tomorrow morning, dress appropriately when instructed to do so. Remember, tomorrow evening, 5 minute introduction of your twin to the Pledge class and the Brothers.
We were dismissed for the night and while the others looked to their showers, we went directly to our room having just finished ours. I was tired and expected my friends were as well. We had been on the go since before 6:a.m. and it was now after 11:p.m. As RAT took the same position behind me he had last night, he started to tell me more about growing up.
"RAT, shut up." I declared. "I have listened to you all day from colic to your 8th birthday party. I have more than enough to speak about your life for 5 minutes. I never want to hear about another second of your growing up."
"Listen Squirt, I haven't even started on the interesting parts yet. That was when I began puberty. Then things really started to shift into gear. Up to now it's just been background. I had my first woman when I was 12 ½ and she was 19. My babysitter. She even went to the drug store to buy another box of rubbers. You haven't even started to hear anything yet."
"I'm sure it's all fascinating, but not now, or here." I insisted. "I'm exhausted and need sleep. I'll see you, but not hear you in the morning. Nite, Kirk and Gary." If they responded, I never heard it. I was asleep that fast.
I opened my eyes and found the dark of the room was overcome by the brightness of a full harvest moon, which shone brightly through our window. RAT held me protectively on our sides again, except tonight his elbow rested on my hip and his hand draped slightly in front of my hard abdomen. As I closed my eyes again, I heard rustling and then the voices.
"Please let me Kirk." Gary was saying. "I feel I owe you and Joe so much. I want you to know how special you are to me." I saw Gary rise up in their bed and the blanket slide back. Kirk lay flat on the bed and I couldn't miss seeing his stiff dick with Gary's hand wrapped around it, stroking up and down. While I watched, Gary slid down in the bed, leaned over and began to lick Kirk's dick like a big Popsicle , dragging his tongue from the thick base to the bulbous head.
"Oh my God, Gary." Kirk rasped. "I've never even imagined anything feeling that good. Where did you learn to do that ?" Gary stopped and sat up. He looked at Kirk quietly for a minute.
"Someone evil use to make me do this to him," Gary stated, his voice cold and hard, "but not anymore." He bent down and took the head of Kirk's shaft into his mouth.
"You don't have to do this, Gary." Kirk insisted. "I don't want you to ever do anything you don't want to again. Ohh, shit. That's even better than before." Gary lifted his head up from Kirk's stick, but didn't move away.
"But I want to do this, Kirk." he assured him. "I can do this for you and know it's the one thing I can give you that no one could ever make me give again to anyone I didn't care about." He went back to his task. Kirk started to quietly moan and groan. I hadn't realized it, but my own dick had thickened and risen to its full extension. The head was bobbing against RAT's dangling hand. I could feel RAT's weapon prodding me at my back entrance. It startled me when his hand moved and wrapped firmly around my dick and started to slowly stroke me.
I might be a virgin to intercourse, but I've had my share of sleepovers and tenting in the backyard. The only thing that can feel better than stroking your own dick is having someone else stroking it for you. I wasn't quite sure what was going on in RAT's mind, but I wasn't going to object, if he wanted to pleasure my staff for a while. After a couple moments, I reached behind me and started to rub his cock. He moved back slightly to give me access room and posed no objection.
In the interim, Gary had been slowly sliding his lips up and down Kirk's staff. I could only imagine him rubbing his tongue around the fat cherry head each time he slid upward. Kirk had started breathing heavier and his groaning had increased in volume. I could see Kirk's hips bouncing slightly up and down as he laid his hands on the back of Gary's head.
"Oh, shit." Kirk hissed releasing Gary's head. "Look out Gary. I'm almost there." Gary increased his pace, making a pronounced dive from the top of Kirk's staff and slow drag upward with his lips tightly hugging the pipe. "I'm there, here it cums." Kirk rasped as his hips came up off the bed and he arched his back. Gary never missed a stroke, rising up with Kirk's body and taking everything Kirk pumped into his sucking mouth.
RAT's stiff shaft thickened in my hand and I heard his groan deep in his throat. I felt the steady blast of liquid bullets expel from his canon. His thick syrup slammed onto my back and his abdomen and glued us together as I arched against him and spilled my nut. He continued to stroke me until my tense body relaxed and I began to breath again.
"You're the only guy I've ever done," he whispered to me, "but I trust you to keep it to yourself."
"I was thinking it might be the highlight of your biography tomorrow night." I teased. There was dead silence.
"Well wait 'til I tell you about the time I road the bus home with the cheerleading squad." he chuckled. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you guys awake ?" Kirk's called out hesitantly.
"Yeah." I replied. "Want to go take a quick shower with us ? We've got a bit of a mess here to clean up." There was a giggle from Gary. We all took a trip to the showers, before getting back to sleep.