Part 1
I had skipped a couple of grades, so when I got to college I was younger than most other freshmen. In addition to the regular nervousness of a new situation my age also separated me from the other guys.
I had never fit in with kids my own age as I was in a higher grade than them and didn't fit in with my classmates as I wasn't as mature as them. All that was going to change. When the fraternities had rush week open houses I decided to go. This was in the early 70's when things were really loosening up and frats were getting pretty wild.. The 3rd frat I checked out was the charm. At my school, U of Miami, there was an extraordinarily high number of good looking guys. I guess it's the sun and surf that attracts the good lookers. This frat had the creme de la creme.I had thought that I might be gay but my reaction to these guys left me no doubt. I was going to have to watch myself if I didn't want to be exposed. Little did I know what was in store for me.
There was beer and wine to drink but I didn't take any. James the frat president asked me why and I told him I never had anything to drink before. When he asked me how old I was I told him and he thought about it for a minute. He said that was OK, and he'd look out for me. I had my first couple of beers that night. Everyone was friendly and I thought "please let me be asked to join"
My prayers were answered!I was tapped to join. At the first pledge meeting all of our duties and responsibilities were explained to us. Mostly easy stuff with some memorization of frat history. There were also public service events to attend. Failure, it was explained, would be punished in the final hell weekend. All went well for me. Until hell weekend the worst thing we had to do was attend classes one day in unbelievably short nylon short and a cropped tank top. I was not use to public scrutiny of my body,although I had started to get a nice build. For the record I'm 5'9 155 with light brown hair and brown eyes. My pecs had started to round from a summer of lifting weights.I got some stares that day from both sexes.
Friday night of hell weekend started with a little drinking to loosen us up. The pledgemaster, Mike, explained that first we would undergo a ceremony with all the fraternity and then each of us would be assigned a senior brother that we would serve for the remainder of the weekend until Monday morning.
We were dressed in the same outfits that we had to wear that embarrassing day. Mike said "Let's see what kind of men we're getting here. Tops off! That wasn't too bad so we all pulled off the tanks. Suddenly the other members were eyeing us in a new way. Hands started to explore our chests. "Not too shabby" was one comment I received. That made me feel good. Joints were e produced and we each smoked one big one of very good Jamaican. Now i was relaxing a little more. The next order was to remove the shorts. Now there was a little hesitation but the pot was having its effect and we stepped out of the skimpy shorts.
We ten pledges now stood there in our sneakers, socks and underwear. A few whistles and snickers but I was still ok. This was at the time that fashion underwear was just coming into style and a few guys had some pretty sexy stuff one. I was just in plain old white briefs but they were low rise. The active now examined us more with hands over our asses and butts. I started to swell a little but so did everyone else.
and I mean everyone. The actives were showing some full mounds in their shorts too.
I was getting a little nervous that maybe I was too turned on but there was no going back now.
Mike gave the next order: "Pledges form a circle" I was now between two of my fellow pledges who were just as nervous as I was. "Reach out and place your hands on the waist band of the pledge in front of you" My hands were on Rick's light blue jockeys and I felt Hanks hands on my waist. "pull the shorts in your hand to the floor" There was a slight gasp from someone and then mike said "NOW!' I pulled Rick's down and saw his great untanned ass. In fact as I bent down my face grazed it. And then I felt Hank's face briefly touch mine. Well I couldn't help it . I sprung a full woody. I wasn't the only one.
"Seems that our pledges are trying to show us what big men they are," Mike mocked. "o.k., let's see then. All of you get them hard and we'll measure them." A groan went up from us but we complied. On one hand it was humiliating to work our meat in front of the actives but it was a bit of a thrill too. Andy had the biggest at almost 8". I was in the middle at 6.5.That was lucky for me because it was decided that we would do a neighborhood run wearing just our sneakers and a smile and we would be in line by dick size. Andy was in front to show off his big dick. The run was only a few blocks but it's not easy running with a hardon. especially when the view in front of you is a nicely tanned back tapering down to a nice untanned ass. occasionally if I got to close by dick would touch that firm pink butt and my ass was likewise treated to little taps from the pledge behind me.We only encountered a few hecklers but one had Polaroid camera having been tipped off in advance. I've never seen those shots but I'll bet they're hot. Upon our return we had to crawl through the legs of the sophomore and junior actives who the spanked us on the way thru.I t was embarrassing but didn't really hurt too bad. We had completed the first part of hell weekend and were rewarded with another round of marijuana but from a big bong this time.I thought it was great that here I was ,stark naked with a hardon that hadn't gone down one bit, hanging out with all these good-looking guys and it was o.k. there was nothing to hide from my new brothers Now it was time for part 2. James the frat president told me that I would be his boy for the rest of the weekend. He was a little concerned about my age and that another senior brother might be too rough on me. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead for me but I thought at last I was in a place where I'd fit in and I knew that ii wouldn't be a virgin much longer.
end of part one More to follow