Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2001 07:21:52 -0800 (PST)
From: John Walsh <alt76frat@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fraternity Memoirs Part 11 m/m/college

Fraternity Memoirs Part 11

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I know, it's been like two months. The world has
changed and so has my life. Three HS friends of mine died on Sept. 11th.
One was a fireman, the other two worked for Canton-Fitzgerald. It's taken
me some time to get over it. I was OK at first, but then it suddenly hit me
like a ton of bricks. My story seemed "small" in the events of the world
and I couldn't concentrate on it. But, life goes on and we can't fixate on
those that have passed. I sympathize with any of you who have lost anyone
to the tragic events of 9/11.

Pledge season continued...

	Thanksgiving break gave us all a fresh start at pledge season, but
our hopes were torn down early. The nights became longer and the events
more difficult. We were constantly together, out to all hours of the
morning or in the basement of the fraternity house. We were lucky if we
were getting three hours of sleep a night. There were only four weeks
remaining in the semester until finals.

	Although we knew none of the particulars, we were aware of the
impending "Hell Week" before we could get in. The pledge masters had told
us that hell week couldn't begin until all the Brother interviews were
completed by the pledges (if you recall, part of the "curriculum" was for
each Pledge to interview every active Brother). Most of us pledges had 10
interviews left to go, give or take a couple. That may not sound like a
lot, but multiply that by 19 people, and we had 190 interviews still to do.

	What little free time we had was gone. The only time the pledges
that had girlfriends got to see them was during student center hours. We
spent the hour we had between student center and library tracking down the
brothers that we had left to interview. It seemed for all of us, 8 of the
10 or so remaining interviews we had were for the same 8 Brothers. They
found amusement in not giving us their interview. Didn't they know that
they were making our pledge season longer? Ahhhh, which may have been their
intent. Assholes.

	We were constantly being told by the pledge masters that at the
pace we were going, we would be the first class pledging over the Christmas
Break. We told them about the few Brothers that just wouldn't give us the
time of day. They didn't want to hear us. "That's your problem," or, "Sucks
to be you," was their response.

	Eventually it came down to bribery. We had to buy them lunch or
dinner over our interview. We bought them beers in the student center
bar. We'd clean their rooms or do their laundry. We would do anything
necessary to get the interview.

	Kevin and I were getting along surprisingly well. We were so busy
and always surrounded by Brothers and Pledges that there was no time for
sexual come ons. Take that out of the equation, and things were so much
better between the two of us. Sure I thought about it. I'd stare at him and
think about how good he made me feel. I'd go into the student center
bathrooms and jerk off thinking about some girl, but the jerk off fantasy
always led to Kevin. Sometimes him, sometimes Adam, other times I'd think
about Matt in the shower. But really, without the threat of being caught, I
wasn't so disturbed about my thoughts.

	Was I coming to grips with my newly found desires? Maybe, but not
really. Once my cum was wiped up and my pants back on, I tried not to think
about it at all. If I began to debate it with myself, I just dismissed the
thought. Its funny how the mind works sometimes. I refused to think about
it. All I needed to do was get through pledge season and everything would
be back to normal. That was my self-reassurance.

	We slowly worked our way through most of our interviews. After
buying so many meals for the Brothers, some of us had run out of meal money
on our cards. Not that we had a lot of time to eat. But when we did, it was
always a 'free for all' for who was buying. I had called my parents and
asked them to put another $250 on my card. They did, and I became the most
popular guy in the pledge class.

	One of the Brothers that no one could get to interview was Andrew
Crowley.  Andy was the Vice President of the Fraternity. I'm pretty sure I
mentioned him before when I was trying to choose a Big. You'd think, him
being on the Executive Board, he would feel a strong sense of urgency and
duty to give his interview. But that wasn't the case. In fact, Andy was
hardly involved with the pledges at all. I think, maybe, he's been at two
pledge events.

	Andy was a total chick magnet, and he knew it. He was a cool guy,
but totally had an air of conceit about him. I think he had fucked about
half the sorority girls. The few times he was with us in the Student
Center, he liked to point out (brag?) all the girls that he had been with;
"Fucked her, she gave me head, had her and her roommate together, she was
awesome, sloppiest pussy I ever seen, she tasted sweeter than candy" etc. I
remember just being amazed at the numbers and just how fucking hot these
girls were.  He was always chatting with some chick, making his way from
one Sorority spot in the Student Center to the next. Simply put, this guy
was the Mack Daddy.

	Into the second week of classes after Thanksgiving Break, Andy came
breezing through the Student Center.

	"Walsh, you got class this afternoon?" he asked.

	"Done with my last class at 3:20," I responded.

	"Alright. Be here at 3:30, you're kidnapped," he said as walked
away.

	Kidnapping could mean a coupe of things. It could be miserable, or
it could be a lot of fun. A few times some of us had been kidnapped and
then taken to a bar and just got shit faced with the Brother(s), or they
took us bowling, or something like that. Other times, we were taken back to
one of the houses and made to clean the entire house or scrub the bathrooms
or something not so pleasant.

	Once, I was the only pledge kidnapped by two of the Brothers. They
took me to the 7-11 that was like in the middle of campus and always mobbed
with students. They gave me a jar full of pennies and I was instructed to
buy a pack of condoms, a tub of Vaseline and a gay porno magazine (this was
before the camping trip, so I didn't think that they could be hinting at
anything). I wasn't allowed to say anything to anyone, except to ask for
the magazine.

	The Brothers followed me in the store and watched from a little
distance. I was nervous as hell. I am embarrassed enough to buy a straight
porno magazine, never mind a gay one. Of course, the place was jammed; it
was just about lunchtime. Walking the isles, I found a small tub of
Vaseline and grabbed a pack of Trojans. I got in the back of the line and
started sweating.

	There were about three people ahead of me and a few people got on
behind me.  When I was the next person to go, I let a few people go ahead
of me, pretending that I was browsing for a candy bar. I was prolonging the
inevitable as long as possible. I hoped that I could time it so that no one
would behind me on line. After a minute or two, one of the Brothers walked
by and muttered, "Fucking today, Walsh," and made his way back to his
observation area.

	I got back in the line, holding the Vaseline and condoms in one
hand, the jar of pennies in the other. I placed the two items on the
counter and the cashier rang them up. I looked behind me and saw that there
were 3 people on line.

	"$10.50," the college student cashier said.

	Turning bright red, and speaking almost in a whisper, "I also need,
ummm, (looking around)....I need....(my heart skipping a beat)...a gay
magazine?"

	"What?"

	"I need a gay porn magazine, please," I said a bit louder, not
looking at the cashier. I was trembling.

	"Which one you want?" he asked. I could only imagine the look on
his face.

	"I don't know, whichever," I said quickly, looking behind me again
and seeing another two people on the line. No one seemed to be paying
attention.

	"Dude, I'm not picking out your queer magazine. Which one do you
want?" he said.

	I looked up and perused the magazine rack. "I don't know, give me
the Jock Magazine," I replied, looking back down without making eye contact
with the cashier.

	I looked over at the two Brothers, and they were
snickering. 'Fuckers' I thought to myself, 'this is so ridiculous.' The
cashier walked over to the rack and pulled off the magazine. He looked at
the bar code and added the order to the cash register and then placed the
magazine down on the counter.

	"$14.68," he said. I can still remember that exact number.

	I looked around again. The line was even longer, and I could tell
from the look on their faces, they were getting more impatient.

	I put the penny jar on the counter next to the magazine. I looked
at the shirtless guy on the cover. Some well-built, really good-looking
guy, with the outline of a hard dick under a skimpy pair of white wet
Speedos. He looked petty jock-ish for a fag, I thought.

	I reached into the jar, pulled out a fist full of pennies and
spilled them on the counter. I started fingering them out into a separate
pile, one, two, three...I was so damn embarrassed, but I just did it with
the hopes of getting out of there as quickly as possible.

	"What the fuck is this?" the cashier asked.

	"I have to pay in pennies," was all that I could think to say. I
felt my internal temperature rising and I could only imagine how blush I
was looking.

	20, 21, 22...

	"Dude, you are holding up the line," the cashier said.

	I looked up. There had to be about 10 people on line waiting to pay
for their Slurpees or whatever else they were getting. People were getting
more inquisitive at the hold up and trying to get a look at what I was
buying. I started sweating even harder and counted as quickly as possible.

	98, 99, $1.00...

	"Dude, this is going to take forever," the cashier said. "I'm going
to start ringing other people up," the annoyance evident in his voice.

	As I finished counting, one by one, people put their stuff next to
mine and paid for their items. I didn't look at them, but I could feel
their eyes go from me, to the magazine, to the Vaseline, to the condoms,
back to the magazine and then back to me. I could hear the Brothers
laughing. Were people making faces?

	"John?" I heard a voice next to me say.

	I looked to my right. It was some guy from my stats class. He was
looking right at the magazine. Fuck.

	"Hey, Greg," I said.

	"What are you doing?" he asked.

	I couldn't answer him. If I did, I could get a demerit. But I
didn't want him thinking I was some kind of fag buying a gay magazine.

	Doing my best ventriloquist act, I teethed, "Can't talk. Two
Brothers over there, don't look. They're making me do this."

	"Gotcha," he said. "Well, it's been real nice of you holding up the
line like this."

	"Sorry," I mumbled, but he was walking away.

	After counting pennies for 10 minutes, and 30 something people
looking at my purchase, I finally reached $14.68.

	I looked at the cashier, "That should be $14.68."

	I prayed that he wasn't going to count them himself. He didn't.

	"You need a bag?" he asked.

	"Please."

	He put the stuff in a bag. He passed it to me and said, "Hope you
ahhhh, enjoy."

	"Thanks," I said with a 'Fuck-off" face.

	I made my way out of there, with the Brothers following me
out. That's all I heard about for a week. Finally, it subdued.

	Anyway, back to Andy and the Student Center. I had no idea what was
in store for me. But no matter what, I was hoping to get an interview out
of it.

	The guys picked me up after my 2:00; we dropped a few guys off and
made our way back to the Student Center. Adam was there. We chatted for a
few minutes and I told him that Andy was kidnapping me, so I didn't know if
I would be back for library hours or not. Adam said that Andy had already
told him; he was right over there, as he pointed Andy out chatting with a
few chicks from ZTA.

	A few minutes later Andy came over and asked if I was ready. I said
I was, and told a few of the pledges to let Matt know where I was and I
didn't know when I would be back. They all wished me luck.

	We made our way to Andy's car without much of a conversation. He
mostly talked about the chicks that he was just talking to; trying to
figure out which one he was going to bang at the mixer with ZTA on Saturday
night.

	He didn't make any indication as to where we were going, and I
figured it best not to ask. A few minutes later, we were pulling up in
front of the Fraternity House. I was hoping that we were just stopping to
pick something up; I wasn't much in the mood for cleaning.

	We went upstairs to his room. Being Vice President, Andy was
privileged to have a single. As he opened the door, I saw that his room was
a pigsty. I had no idea how he got all these women in here, in a room in
the condition this one was in. It stunk. There were clothes tossed
everywhere, empty beer cans, dirty plates and cups, newspapers. Oh yes, I
would be cleaning.

	"Walsh," he started, "You were the first pledge that I saw, so you
are the lucky one that will be spending the afternoon cleaning my room."

	"Yeah, lucky me," I said, not realizing that I said it out loud.

	"We could make it the whole house, if you prefer?"

	"No, Brother Andy," I replied.

	"Alright then. The laundry room should be available, so start with
the laundry, then get this mess out of here, and there should be some
cleaning products under the kitchen sink," he ordered.

	"Is it OK if I leave my pledge book in your room," I asked. We had
learned our lesson about leaving our book bags around. The Brothers liked
to steal them and then return them with a demerit. But if you asked
permission, they couldn't steal them.

	"Yeah, go ahead," he said.

	I started gathering up some of his clothes and separating them in
piles. He had to have a good 4 loads of laundry here. I grabbed the first
two piles and tossed one into the washer machine. I went back to the room
to grab the other two piles, and Andy was taking his clothes off. I pretty
much stopped dead in my tracks. Now I know why all these girls were taking
numbers to jump his bones.

	Andy is about 6'2" tall with dark hair and dark eyes. His hair is
like all one length, pushed back, wavy and just short of his
shoulders. He's not on any athletic team, but he plays on all the
intramural teams and from his body, you could tell that he spends a lot of
time in the gym. The dude is totally cut. I don't think he had an ounce of
body fat on him. Sculpted bis and tris, nipples the size of silver dollars
on a rock hard set of pecks and solid abs. His chest was completely
hairless. He seemed rather tan for December, so I assumed he hit the
tanning bed. Nothing else to say but amazing.

	Standing, he was stepping out of his pants, revealing really strong
legs lightly covered with hair that matched the color on his head. I was so
beginning to appreciate a pair of hot legs on a guy. He was standing there
in only a pair of black boxer briefs that seemed to be holding a pretty
nice package.

	I felt my dick growing and I became very nervous. I woke up from my
stun, and hoped that I wasn't standing there with my jaw dropped. Andy had
thrown his pants, socks and T-shirt onto one of the piles. To conceal my
hardening erection, I walked over to the two remaining piles and picked
them up. I said nothing out of potential embarrassment and turned to leave
his room.

	"Walsh, hold up," he said as I was almost out of the room.

	I turned around, and he was stepping out of his boxers. He bared a
pretty decent soft dick, maybe 4 inches long and a heavy sack, all covered
in thick dark pubic hair. I looked for only a second and averted my eyes
back to his face.

	"Yeah?" I asked, my voice cracking. He tossed his underwear at me
and they landed right on top of the pile I was holding.

	"Might as well get it all done," he replied with a smile. "I'm
jumping in the shower if you need anything."

	"Ah, OK Brother Andy," I stammered and turned back out to the
laundry room.

	I was flabbergasted at the sheer beauty of Andy. 'What a stud', I
thought as I made my way into the laundry room. My mind didn't immediately
go to sex, but I was obviously turned on at the sight of him, as I dropped
the pile and adjusted my boner. The load in the machine had just started,
so I decided to go back and start clearing out the dirty dishes and
glasses.

	Andy wasn't there, and I started cleaning. I grabbed some Windex,
Pledge, paper towels and a garbage bag. I was about 15 minutes into it when
Andy came back into the room with a towel around his waist, his hair still
dripping wet and beads of water rolling off his toned body.

	"Wow, you're making progress," he said.

	"Yeah, some," I responded and looked away. There was nothing I
could hide my dick with if it started getting hard again, so I decided to
keep my eyes off of him.

	He just stood there a minute observing me as I cleared a bunch of
newspapers off his desk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him take his
towel off and continue to dry his body. His attention seemed to be off me
as he dried his hair. His muscles flexed as he vigorously toweled his
hair. His dick had grown some in the warm shower, but still not hard. I got
a glimpse of his ass. Two mounds of white smooth muscle. My dick twitched
and I again looked away. 'So the dude's got a nice body. Stop staring,' I
reprimanded myself.

	There was an uncomfortable silence in the room, and I didn't like
it. I felt guilty for some reason. I had been around naked guys my whole
life. But all of a sudden this was different. I couldn't think of a thing
to say. He finished drying himself off and grabbed an identical pair of
boxer briefs, but these ones were white. He slipped them on.  He pulled the
waistband out and away from him, jiggled and bounced a bit, then let go of
the band and it snapped back to his hard stomach.

	He went to his book bag and pulled out some textbook. He hopped on
his bed and opened it to some page. He wasn't going to lie there in only
his underwear, was he? This was going to be trouble.

	There was silence between us for a while longer. I couldn't stand
it, so I left his room and checked the wash. It was done, and I put it in
the drier. I grabbed the last pile that I brought in and placed it on top
of the dryer. I noticed the briefs that Andy had just been wearing. Without
even thinking about it, I pulled it up to my nose and inhaled. It smelled,
well, I didn't want to admit it, but good. I had smelled my own underwear
that way a couple of times after a hard practice, and enjoyed the
scent. The smell was, I don't know, manliness? Musk? A mix of sweat and god
knows what. I didn't notice the progression; I just realized that my dick
was super hard.

	I took another whiff and kind of got "high" from the smell. Then I
realized just where I was and what I was doing. I was smelling another
dude's underwear. 'What the fuck?' and shook my head in disgust. I tossed
them and the rest of the pile in the washer and started the second load.

	I made my way back to Andy's room and he was still lying there in
only his boxers. He has really long legs and a distinct arch in his
feet. He legs were crossed at his ankles, and his right foot was
jittering. I had to get my mind off of him

	"Andy?" I said to get his attention.

	"Yeah," he said as he brought his face and eyes up over the book
and looked at me. He had beautiful eyes.

	"I was hoping that while I was cleaning, we could do, ahh, you
know, umm, aaaa, do an interview," I said with very little self-confidence.

	"No," he said without hesitation and went back to his book.

	Dick. I continued cleaning and dusted his furniture. After a few
minutes, Andy put his book down and said, "I'll tell you what
Mr. Walsh. You ask your questions and I'll answer them. When its done, and
I think the interview was good, then I'll sign your card. Fair?" (We had to
write our interview on an index card and then get the Brother to sign the
card in order for the interview to count.)

	"Fair enough Andy, thanks," I said with a huge smile.

	And so I asked Andy a bunch of questions while I cleaned. It was
really a cool interview and Andy had a lot of insight on the Fraternity. We
talked for a couple of hours and I saw more to Andy than just a nympho
egomaniac. He actually talked about stuff not revolving around girls and
sex. We had in common that we both played basketball in HS.  I've seen him
play, and he's really good, better than me. But he is too short for college
ball. He could have gone to a division two or three school and played, but
he always wanted to go here.

	We took a few breaks and I would go back to the laundry room and
change loads.  Then I would bring in the dry clothes and fold them as we
talked more. Go figure, Andy was the Homecoming King of his HS. He talked
about how glad he was when he came to College to find a Fraternity like
this where he fit so perfectly.

	Some of the Brothers were coming in and out of the house, so they
would drop by the room and we'd all chat for a few. After awhile, Andy
started asking me some questions. Pretty much the same background questions
I had asked, and then he started asking questions about pledge season. We
talked about many of the events, and he shared some stories that he and his
fellow pledges went through. Adam and Andy were in the same pledge class,
so it was interesting hearing about Adam as a pledge.

	Eventually the conversation led to the camping trip...

	"So how was the camping the trip?" Andy inquired.

	"Good, I guess. They were some pretty fucked up events, the shaving
and the Trust Walk," I replied.

	"Yeah dude, I totally freaked when I got shaved. I thought your Big
was going to slice my sack open," Andy laughed as he remembered.

	"You and Adam paired up?" I asked curiously.

	"Yup. That fucker's got the coldest feet of anyone I ever slept
with," he laughed again. I could tell he was lost in his thought,
remembering his camping trip in his head.

	While Andy was thinking, I was thinking myself of the two of them
oiled up and sharing a sleeping bag. What a fucking thought. It served as a
jerk off fantasy for me for quite awhile...

"How bout you? You cut CJ?" Adam asked, back from his trip down memory
lane.

	"CJ wasn't my pair, Kevin was," I corrected him.

	"Kevin?" He said, surprised.

	"Yeah," I said, short and to the point. I had noticed that Kevin
and Andy hung around a lot in the Student Center. I figured they were
always trading fuck stories, being that the two of them constantly had
women throwing themselves at them.

	"Interesting," Andy said. He leaned back on his bed and put his
hands behind his head. His face didn't give away anything.

	I didn't want to stay on this subject, but I had to find out what
'interesting' meant.  A thought suddenly hit me. Were Andy and Kevin close
enough that Andy knew about Kevin's, umm, fun on the side? Or better yet,
did Andy have the same interests?

	"What's so interesting about that?" I asked, my heart beating
rapidly. I didn't look up; I concentrated on the clothing that I was
folding.

	"It's nothing, I guess. It's just that Adam said you had camped
with CJ, not Kevin," Andy said, contemplating like.

	Was Adam trying to protect me in some way? "Well, maybe he got
confused, there are 19 of us."

	"Yeah, I guess," Andy replied, although he didn't seem satisfied
with my suggestion. "So, any Executive Board positions that you think you
might be interested in?"

	I was glad that we were off the subject of Kevin. We talked about
the different positions for a while and Andy told me which ones he had
held. He was running for President and elections were in two weeks.

	The last load of laundry was in the dryer, so I got up to check if
it was done. The house had become a lot livelier and I said hello to a
bunch of the Brothers. I checked the dryer, and the clothes were done. I
grabbed them and went back into Andy's room. I so hoped he would sign my
card and be the first one to complete Andy's interview.

	"So I hear that you and Kevin are getting along a lot better after
your little scuffle?" Andy asked. It started like a statement, but then
ended as a question.

	Back to Kevin again. "Yeah, we're getting along better. Who told
you about our fight? Kevin?"

	"Dude, I may not be at all of your events, but I know everything
that goes on in this Fraternity."

	"It really wasn't a big deal. He just said some stupid things and I
had to correct him. But things are different now," I said.
	"Yeah, well, Kevin is definitely one to let his mouth run. Every
pledge class has a few people that don't get along at first. So you guys
are friends now?"

	"Yeah, we're buds," I answered.

	"Thanks to the camping trip?"

	"I guess so, yeah."

	I felt like Andy had just figured it all out while I was out of the
room. He didn't hint at it, it was just a feeling that I had from the look
on his face. This was way too much. I had to find out from Kevin just what
the Brothers Knew about him. If they knew, I had to start disassociating
myself with him. I didn't want anyone to know about what happened.

	I finished folding the last bit of clothes. It was 7:10. The other
pledges were in the Library. Assuming that my kidnapping was just about
done, I should be in the Library myself by 7:30.

	"Well, that should be everything, Brother Andy," I said.

	"Inspection time," Andy said as he got off the bed and walked
around his room.  He went from corner to corner, looking it over. He swiped
his finger over some of the furniture looking for dust. He found none.

	"Fine job Pledge Walsh, I should have had you do this weeks ago,"
he said and laughed.

	"Thanks. And what about the interview?"

	He walked to the door and closed it. "Yeah, the interview was
great," he said.

	"So you'll sign my card then? I can fill the details in when I get
to the Library."  'Why would he close the door,' I wondered.

	"I don't know," Andy replied, standing next to me. I sensed that he
wanted something, he aura was now emitting the 'I'm the Brother, You're the
Pledge' attitude that had been lost for a while during our
interview. "Everyone else has been getting dinner or drinks. What do I get
out of this?"

	"A clean room," I stated (questioned?).

	"That doesn't count."

	"What do you want then? I'll buy you dinner tomorrow?"

	"I was thinking more than dinner. You'll be the first to get my
interview. That's worth more than dinner."

	"A case then? A bottle of something? You name it, you can have it,"
I said. I would have done just about anything to get back to the pledge
class and tell them that I got Andy's interview.

	"I name it, I can have it, huh?" he asked.

	"Anything," I said, but regretted saying it when I saw the wicked
grin on Andy's face. Did I forget that I was a pledge and was opening
myself up for God knows what?

	"Alright then, I know what I want," Andy said, but trailed off at
that.

	"What?"

	"A blow job." His smirk was ear to ear.

	"What?" My heart just about stopped beating. Did he just ask me
what I thought he asked me? He definitely figured it out, about Kevin and
me.

	"I'm pretty fucking horned up right now and want some head. I get
off, you get a signature," Andy said.

	How the fuck was I going to handle this? He couldn't mean me. "So
what, you want me to go call or get some chick to suck your dick?"

	"No, shit for brains. I want you to suck to my dick," he said flat
out and took a step closer to me so that he was basically right on top of
me. He was grabbing and shaking his dick through his underwear. And he was
getting harder. I was getting harder.  Was this some type of joke, or was
he serious? I didn't want to fall into any trap, nor give my somewhat
interest away.

	"Fuck that, you kidding?" I asked, acting repulsed and taking one
step back.

	"I'm serious as hell. I guess you don't want my interview then?"

	"No, I do. But I'm not going to suck your dick to get it."

	"OK then. I'll throw on some clothes and take you back to campus."

	"Come on Andy! You're fucking with me right?"

	"Does it look like I'm fucking with you Walsh?" Andy asked. He
looked down at his crotch and I followed his gaze. I could see the distinct
outline of his hard dick and engulfed head through his underwear as he
rubbed himself. "Trust a Brother, I won't tell anyone."

	I don't know if Andy could notice or not, but under my jeans I was
totally hard too. Seeing Andy there in his underwear with looked like a
hard 7-inch dick was totally turning me on. Let me clarify that. I wasn't
so much turned on at the thought of sucking his dick, really. I don't know,
I think it was his dominance over me. I couldn't define it, but whatever it
was, it was making me wet and horny as hell. I was debating it, and Andy
must have known it.

	He stepped forward directly in front of me so that we were looking
at each other.  He was rubbing himself with his left hand and he put his
right hand on my left shoulder.  At his touch, I leaked more precum.

	I felt his hand put pressure on me, trying to bring me down to my
knees. I didn't offer much resistance, but I didn't drop either. My stare
was stuck on his erection. I was caught someplace in my head in la la
land. Still debating what to do. Part of me was screaming to stop, the
other willing to obey.

	And then I was on my knees, eye level with the crotch of the VP of
the fraternity that I was pledging. Was I going to do this? I looked up at
Andy's face and he was grinning. The man was fucking beautiful. He was
hot. And I wanted his interview.

	"Don't worry Walsh, you won't be the first pledge to give me
head. You won't be the last either."

	"I don't know Andy. You swear you won't tell anyone?"

	"Come on Walsh, I told you, Trust a Brother," he encouraged.

	He took his hand off my shoulder and I watched his thumb hook under
the band of his underwear and I realized that I was seriously afraid. I had
a huge knot in my stomach. I was exposed to someone that I hardly knew,
besides him being in the Fraternity that I was pledging. What was I doing?

	My mouth had gone totally dry as I watched Adam's dick bounce
straight out once it was released from the confines of his underwear. I
couldn't believe it, but I caught myself licking my lips. I peered at the
engorged head of his cock. It would slightly expand with the beat of his
heart. It looked, oddly, appetizing. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt
Andy pulling me back up.

	"I'm just fucking with you Walsh," he said laughing. He had put his
hard dick back in his briefs.

	"Huh?" I asked, trying to figure out just exactly what was
happening. I was back on my feet again.

	"I was just fucking with you," he repeated, but hs eyes told me he
knew I was going to do it and he had that on me. He was laughing though. I
was totally confused.

	"Yeah I knew, I was waiting to see how far you were going to take
this," was all I could think to say, trying to act all cool and shit.

	"You get out your card and I'll toss some clothes on to take you
back."

	"Ah, OK. Thanks Andy." What was I thanking him for? The prick just
had me on my knees ready to suck his dick and I'm thanking him. So is the
life of a pledge.

	I went to my bag and Andy was throwing on a pair of track pants
when the phone rang. After a couple of rings, someone in the house picked
up.  A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Brother Chris
opened the door. "Andy, phone for you.  It's Nikki."

	Andy smiled big and gave me a wink. "The ZTA VP calling about
Saturday. I think she's the one, I'm going to fuck her for hours," he clued
me in.

	I just nodded in agreement and gave him a thumbs up. I stood there
as he talked to Nikki for a few minutes, with an index card and pen in
hand. He was playing her strong.  He still had no shirt on, just the
jogging pants and no socks either. He cradled the phone between his ear and
left shoulder, freeing his hands up to sign my card. I passed it to him and
he signed away. 'YES!' He passed them back to me and then he got on his
bed, putting on a pair of white running socks.

	"Nikki, hold up a sec," Andy said, "I have a pledge in my room,"
and he covered the mouthpiece on the phone. "Walsh, this might be
awhile. Why don't you go outside and hang out with the Brothers. Your
pledge class will be here in like 40 minutes, so just chill."

	"Um, Ok Brother Andy. Thanks for the interview."

	"No problem Walsh. You may be the first to get my interview, but
you still have to wait for the rest of those fuckers to get my interview,
and that may be awhile," he said as he laughed.

	I grabbed my book bag and was out the door when Andy said, "Walsh,
one more thing. Don't tell any of your Pledge Brothers what just happened
in here, OK? And don't worry, neither will I," and he winked at me.

	"OK, Andy," I said. What just happened in here? What was he talking
about?  Nothing quite happened, yet I knew what he was insinuating. That
something could have happened, if he didn't stop it. His statement totally
freaked me out. And yeah, like I was going to run and tell the class,
"Guess what fellas? I almost sucked Andy's dick?"

	So I went out to the living room and a few guys were watching TV
and 4 Brothers sat around a table playing Spades. I was hanging around for
like 10 minutes when Adam came into the house.

	"Walsh, what are you doing just sitting around here?" he asked,
sounding authoritative. Adam was being the pledge master, not my Big.

	"I just got done cleaning Andy's room, and he told me to hang out
here, that the Class would be here soon," I said.

	"Well come with me then and make yourself useful, I have a job for
you to do," Adam said as he walked up the stairs.

	"Uh oh Walsh, you're in trouble," one of the Brothers teased. I got
up off the couch and followed Adam up to his room.

	Inside, Adam says, "Sorry Little, had to be the boss in front of
everyone."

	"You have a job for me?"

	"Nah, just said that so we could hang out till your pledge brothers
show up," and he threw me a smile. "So Andy made you clean his room, huh?
He's a pig, that must have been some job."

	"Yeah, and do all his laundry. Look what I got though..." I was so
proud of myself and couldn't wait to show Adam. I pulled out my pledge book
and grabbed the index card with Andy's signature. I passed it to Adam.

	He looked at it and grinned, "No fucking way. You got Andy's
interview. Nice!"  He passed me back the card and gave me a high
five. "You're pretty proud of yourself, huh?"

	"Why, am I looking smug?" I joked. "Hell yeah I'm proud of
myself. I've been trying to get this interview for weeks."

	"So did he make you blow him to get the interview?"

	My smile dropped to a frown. I was dumfounded at his question. What
did Adam think of me? We never talked about what he saw at the camping
trip, nor the time he was walking down the stairs and he caught me
"checking him out".

	"Wh..wh..what?"

	"He got you, didn't he?"

	"Got me?"

	"Did he say you had to suck his dick to get his signature?" he
asked as he snickered.

	"Um, actually, yeah, he did. But how the fuck did you know that?"

	"He pulls the same shit every year. Normally he has a few of the
Brothers start the rumor mill, but I haven't heard it with you guys."

	"I'm not following you Adam." I was totally lost.

	"Its something his Big started. Usually in the beginning of the
Pledge Season, the rumor starts that 'You have to suck his dick to get his
interview'. So all the pledges freak out and get nervous as shit when it
comes time to do it. He was like always the last interview. When his Big
graduated, Andy took over the 'myth'. But this semester, Andy hasn't been
around much, and no one started the rumor. I was kind of pissed, but I'm
glad to hear that he is still up to his old tricks."

	"So he does it to everyone then?"

	"Pretty much, yeah. He thinks of it as the ultimate test of how
much a Pledge wants the Brotherhood. We'll see if the tradition dies when
Andy graduates or not."

	"Well, it's pretty fucked up. I hope it does," I said. It was a
huge relief to know that what just happened in Andy's room wasn't a
reflection of me. But I was still going to talk to Kevin about it, just to
be sure. But what Adam said totally soothed my nerves.

	I had a bunch of questions to ask Adam. I wanted to know what
happened when he was a pledge, and Andy's Big made the same ultimatum to
him. Did he get down on his knees? How far did he go for Brotherhood? But I
couldn't muster the courage to ask.  Adam was suddenly quiet himself, and I
wondered if he wanted to know the same about me.

	I also wanted to ask Adam why he had told Andy that I had camped
with CJ. But once again, I chickened out. It was a subject that I didn't
want to touch at the moment, it could open up a discussion that I wanted,
but wasn't ready for. What Adam had seen did not appear to have changed
anything between us, and perhaps it was best left in the past.

	The subject changed and we hung around and chatted till the other
pledges arrived. And when they did, I was back to a Pledge and Adam was the
Master. I couldn't wait till all this was over.

	That night I approached Kevin about Andy. Kevin thought that Andy
might have some idea about him, but they never really talked about. Kevin
had heard the rumor about himself that people thought he might be Bi from a
few guys that he had hooked up with.  Kevin said that most people dismissed
it because he was always with girls. But he tried to keep that away from
the Fraternity as much as he could.

	No, nothing had ever happened between the two of them, as much as
he wished it had. And no, Kevin had said nothing to Andy at all about the
camping trip.

	Kevin wanted to know why I was asking all this. I didn't tell him
the whole story, I just told him that it seemed Andy knew something; that
Andy was very inquisitive about the camping trip. But I did tell him that
Adam told Andy that I had camped with CJ. We both decided that was odd, but
couldn't come up with a reason why he would lie.

	The class was excited that I had got Andy's interview. It meant
that there would be hope for all of them to get it and we could complete
our interviews and get to Hell Week. We weren't looking forward to Hell
Week, although we figured, how much worse could this get. But at least Hell
Week was the beginning of the End.


More to cum. Ooops, I mean more to come. Part 12 is written, it just needs
editing and I am about halfway done with 13. So it won't be another two
months before I add to the story. Let me know your thoughts, or just say
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