Date: Sun, 12 May 2002 22:04:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Walsh <alt76frat@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fraternity Memoirs Part 16

Fraternity Memoirs Part 16 -- Start of Second Semester

Standard disclaimers apply; if you're not 18 or its illegal for you to read
this, go away. This story contains sexual content between adults. The
author holds all rights to this story. Comments can be sent to
alt76frat@yahoo.com

Fellas (and Ladies, I've learned from my group that there are actually a
few chicks that are getting off on reading this story, right on! And
straight guys don't think that it's a turn on to a girl, two guys getting it
on...), part 16 as promised...
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The week before I headed back to school, I was psyching myself
out a bit about Bobby. What if he wasn't cool? What if he was pissed at
me for being such a dick?  What if he got drunk one night and spilled
the beans?

But deep down in my heart, I knew that wouldn't happen. I just
had the inkling. He was just as scared about it as I was. He might be
hurt a little, but I'm sure he understands. As far as he knows, it was just
a one-time thing. Hell, he kept on asking if I was going to treat him
differently, so he must have been expecting the way I reacted to some
degree.

I wasn't really ready to talk to him about it. And I vowed to myself,
after this next semester is over and the summer is here and my life is
back to normal, I would talk to Bobby about it and apologize for the way I
treated him.

My Dad drove me back to the dorms on Saturday Morning. It was
sad leaving my Mom in her still distraught state, but I was so ready to
get the hell out of Dodge. I had spoken to Matt off and on over the Break
He wasn't coming back to school until Sunday, so I had the room to
myself for the night.

In general, the dorms were pretty empty. I guess most of the
students were coming back on Sunday. My Dad helped me bring my
stuff up, gave me some money and took off. He told me not to worry too
much about my Mom. It may take some time, but she'll be OK.

I straightened the room up a bit; Matt had left it a total mess
before he left. After making my bed and shit like that, I was totally
bored. So I figured I would give the House a call to see who was around.
Hopefully Adam would be.

One of the Brothers answered the phone, and after a brief
conversation, passed the phone to Adam.

"Adam, its John."

"Little, what's up? When you coming back?"

"Actually, I'm in the dorms right now. It's like a ghost town in here
and I'm bored as hell."

"Yeah, the House is pretty empty as well right now. I just got back
last night and a lot of the guys are coming back today. We'll probably
hang around the House and drink, so its perfect you came back early."

"Cool. What time are people getting together?"

"Whenever. Some of the guys are drinking already. What time is it
now?"

I looked at my watch, "It's 11:30 (AM). Who's drinking already?"

"Sean, Alex, Pete, I don't know. I'm not certain they've stopped
from last night. They're in the basement shooting darts."

"Damn. Well, I don't know if I want to start drinking this early," I
said.

"Yeah, I'm with you on that one. What do you say we go grab some
lunch then come back to the House and see what's doing?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Alright, well, I got to jump in the shower still. How about I pick
you up at say, 12:30ish?"

"Works for me. I'm ready whenever."

"Cool, I'll call you as I'm about to take off."

We hung up the phone. I turned the TV off and turned the stereo
on. With the dorms empty, I put in a few CDs that I normally wouldn't
listen to with Matt around. I rummaged through my CDs and put Motley
Crue, Poison, Cinderella, White Lion and Skid Row in the 5 CD changer.

Yeah, I was a closet 80's glam metal fan. Its not that I was afraid to
listen to the CDs, but grunge rock/metal was the scene now, and I was a
little embarrassed I guess. But with no one around, I cranked up the
volume and rocked with myself to a little... "Smoking in the boys room, I
tell you I was smoking in the boys room. Now teacher don't you fill me,
up with your rules, cause everybody knows that smoking ain't allowed in
school."

Some time later, I think I was singing into my fist like I had I
microphone in it, to "Wait, wait, no I never had a chance to love, now I
only want to say I love you one more time..." when I turned around and
Adam was at my door laughing at me.

Of course, I immediately stopped and went to the stereo and
turned down it down. I was a little out of breath because I was playing
some air guitar and jumping around as well.

"Sorry, as you can see I was a little bored. How long you been
standing there?" I asked, embarrassed to no end.

"About a minute or so," Adam said with a huge smile. "You were
jamming it out Walsh."

"I know, I'm sweating it a little," I said as I realized that my shirt
was a little wet and sticking to my body.

"I tried calling you before I left, but I guess with the music this
loud, you didn't hear the phone."

"Oh, sorry Adam. No, I didn't hear it ring," I said as I looked at the
phone and saw the red light blinking.

"No problem. Man, I used to love White Lion back in High School."

"Really? Me too. I got Motley Crue, Poison and a couple other CDs
in there as well."

"Poison? I haven't thought about Poison since, well, High School I
guess. Put one of their songs on," Adam said as he came into the room
and sat on Matt's bed.

"High School? It was more like Grammar School for me..." I teased.

"Fuck off Walsh!" Adam joked back.

"I'll put a song on and change my shirt," I said as I made my way
over to the stereo.

Out of the stereo came Talk Dirty to Me..."You know I call you, I
call you on the telephone. I'm only hoping that you're home..." Adam
played a little air drums to the song and sang along. It was funny to
watch. Not only funny, but also he was so cool. I idolized him.

I went to the dresser drawer as I sang along with the song as well. I
went through the drawer and pulled out the shirt with Letters that
Adam had given to me. Not one of the new shirts, but the shirt that
Adam had worn dozens of times.

As I pulled my shirt off, I felt a little awkward in front of Adam. I
don't know why, he had seen shirtless and naked plenty of times during
pledge season. I tossed the shirt that I had been wearing into the corner
and put the other shirt on quickly.

Adam didn't even seem to notice. I tucked my shirt in and stepped
in front of the mirror to check the shirt out. Damn, these Letters looked
good on me.

I joined Adam back in the song, playing some air guitar as he
continued to pretend to play the drums. We sang along together..."C.C.
pick up that guitar and a talk to me..."

When the song was over, even though it was only maybe 4
minutes, we had a blast. Both of us were laughing at each other.

"One more song, maybe Motley Crue, before we get some lunch?" I
asked Adam as I went back to the stereo.

"OK, what album you have in there? Oh wait, shit, Chele is in the
car. We better get going; she's probably having a fit. I told here we would
be right down."

"Michele?" I asked. I heard him, but I had no idea that she was
coming to lunch. If you recall, "Chele" is Adam's girlfriend.

"Yeah, she spent the night last night. You don't mind, do you? I
want you two to get to know each other a little better."

"No, I don't mind. I just wasn't expecting her. That's cool though, I
would like to get to know her better."

I turned off the stereo and we left the room. I have to admit, I was a
little disappointed that Michele was coming. I don't know, I just wanted
it to be a little me and Adam time, ya know?

We got into the car and Michele didn't seem too happy.

"What took so long?" Michele asked in a not so nice way.

"Hey Michele. I'm sorry, I was in shower when you guys called and
was getting changed when Adam knocked on the door. It was my fault." I
covered.

"Its all right. I was just wondering. So where do you want to go for
lunch?"

I'm not going to take you through the whole lunch. Lunch was OK.
Michele was friendly, but not too friendly. I don't know. If I had a
girlfriend, and she introduced me to one of her friends for the first time,
I would make a lot more of an effort to get to know her than Michele was
doing with me. She generally seemed disinterested in me. Maybe it was
because I was just a freshman or something.

Lunch Adam was very different than the Adam that was in my
room just before lunch. He was a lot more reserved and serious. It was
weird. As I said before, I just didn't get these two when they were
together. I could tell that Adam was totally into her, the way he looked at
her. Maybe she was really good in bed or something.

When lunch was done, we went back to the House. It seemed that
a few more of the guys had come back and the House was lively. Music
was coming up from the basement door.

"John, why don't you go ahead downstairs and Michele and I will
be down in a few," Adam instructed.

"Yes Pledge Master Ad," and I stopped myself. I almost forgot that I
wasn't pledging anymore. "Wow, I just almost called you Pledge Master
Adam," I laughed.

"Yeah, I almost stopped you, but I kind of miss hearing it," and
Adam winked.

"Alright, I'll see down there," I said.

I walked down the stairs and there was maybe 15 guys hanging
around drinking. Most of them were the older Brothers, juniors and
seniors.

"Walsh!" They all said as I came down the stairs. Yeah, these guys
had been drinking for a while. It felt awesome to be welcomed though. I
kind of felt like Norm walking into Cheers.

I was passed a beer and hung out with the guys. Although I was
part of the group, I wasn't. I was till a little intimidated by the "elders". I
was the only member of the Phi class that was present. So I was a little
out of my element. Nothing in particular made me feel that way. It's just
that these guys had known each other for years, and here I was the
newest one to the group.

But the more I drank, the more comfortable I became. I joined into
the conversations more and felt more of an equal, a part of the group, a
Brother. I started to have a really good time.

I had been in the basement for maybe an hour or so, drank a
couple of beers, and had been playing darts. I was starting to get a bit of
a buzz on. I wondered where Adam had gone? He said that he would be
right down.

"I wonder where Adam is?" I asked the group.

"Was Michele still with him?" Sean asked.

"Yeah. They said they would be right down."

"They're probably fucking," Sean said. The whole group laughed.

"You think?"

"Michele may not be the greatest when it comes to personality, but
she definitely loves to fuck," one of the others threw in.

"Really? How do you know?"

"That's all the two of them are ever doing, fucking. They come in
the House, say hi, go to Adam's room, and fuck. They're like rabbits."

"Adam never said anything about it," I said.

"Well, Adam's not one to go around talking about sex, unlike the
rest of us," Sean said and everyone started cracking up laughing.

I joined their laugh, but I have to admit that I had a slight twinge
of jealousy. Jealous of what, I couldn't quite formulate, but I wasn't
overjoyed with pride that my Big was up there fucking Michele while I
was down here, as I should have been.

"You can always tell when Adam gets laid too," Sean continued as
he was still laughing. "He'll come down in a pair of shorts, probably no
shirt, his hair will be ruffled and he'll be smiling ear to ear. Never fails.
And when we ask him if he just got some, he'll go all red."

Everyone was still laughing, shaking their head in agreement and
saying, "Yup."

It was side of Adam that I didn't know. But then again I had only
known Adam for like 4 months, and most of that was as pledge master
and pledge. And hearing these guys talk about one another like they
knew each other like the back of their hands showed just how close they
really were. It made me look forward to getting to know them the same
way.

We went back to our dart game, but the subject remained on sex.
Nothing in particular, just trading bang stories, wishing there was some
pussy here right now. They would call around later to see who was
around at any of the sororities and sew if anyone wanted to come over.

About a half hour later, Adam came down the stairs. He had on his
mesh shorts, a t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops. His hair was messed up
just like they said it would be. And sure enough, he had a huge smile on
his face. I couldn't help but start giggling at the sight of him.

Sean nudged me and whispered, "Watch this."

"Adam, you missed a great game of darts," Sean said as Adam
made his way over to the bar where we were sitting.

"Yeah? Who won?"

"Your little and I won. Where you been?"

"Upstairs in my room."

"With Michele?"

"Yeah."

"So you were playing your own game of darts then? You nail
Michele's bull's-eye with that big dart of yours?" Everyone started
cracking up, me included.

"How old are you fucking guys?" Adam shot back at Sean. But if
he didn't turn as red as a beet.

"What did I tell you Walsh? Do I know your Big, or what?" Sean
said.

I was laughing hysterically along with everyone else. "Yeah, just
exactly as you said."

I was sitting on a stool and Adam made his way around and stood
next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and said, "What are
these idiots saying about your Big, huh?"

"Nothing, we were just having some fun at your expense." I turned
up and looked at Adam's face as I said it. He was just a couple of inches
away. His eyes were sparkling green and his dirty blond hair was crazy,
standing up in all sorts of directions. Being Saturday, he hadn't shaved
and I saw his beard start half way up his neck, over chin and cheeks and
come back up into his sideburns.

"Well, I hope, whatever they were saying, you were defending me."
He looked me in my eyes and smiled. My stomach dropped a bit and my
heart skipped a beat. I tried to fight the thought, but it came
nonetheless. He looked sexy as hell.

I shook my head a bit and moved my eyes away from his, as if I
was shaking off a daydream. "It wasn't like that, but of course I would
defend you."

"Good. Cause family has got to stick together."

"Family schmamily," Sean said. "You gonna hang out and get
drunk with us today Leonard (Adam) or what? Cause if you are, you have
a lot of catching up to do."

"Yeah. Let me jump in the shower and I'll be right back down."

"That's what you said two hours ago, but you never came," I joked.

"No Walsh, he came, but he came in a rubber. You do wrap it,
don't you Adam? Or is Michele on the pill?" Chris, one of the Brothers,
joked even further. I didn't mean to set him up, but he took off with it
just the same. We busted out laughing again. And Adam turned red a
second time.

"This is what you call defending your Big, setting me up for
comments like that?" He clipped me on the shoulder, but he was
laughing himself.

"I didn't mean too, honest," I said between laughs.

"This time I'll promise, OK? I promise I'll be back in 15 minutes?"

"Right, I'll see you in a hour," I said to Adam as he walked back
towards the stairs.

"Very funny," he said back. "Making fun of Adam time is over when
I get back down here, got it?"

Adam did come down about 15 minutes later, fresh out of the
shower and changed. Michele stayed in Adam's room while he was
hanging out with us. God knows what she was doing up there all day.

The rest of the day and night we proceeded to get wasted. We
played some more darts and cards, ordered some pizza for dinner and
managed to make our way through almost a keg.

Adam got a good buzz going, but he wasn't keeping up with the
rest of us. Later in the night we turned on Caddy Shack. A bunch of the
Brothers started watching the movie, but as the movie got close to
ending, almost everyone was passed out or went to bed.

"I guess I should probably crash here?" I asked Adam, figuring he
wasn't going to want to drive me home.

"If you want. If you don't, I'll drive you back to the dorms."

"There's no one there anyway, so I guess I'll stay here."

"You can crash in Andy's bed if you want. He's not coming back
here tonight, he's got the Executive Board at his parent's house in the
Pocono's for a retreat."

I think I forgot to mention that Andy had won the election and was
our Fraternity's next President. I missed the election because of my
Grandmother's death, but I found out from Kevin when he was at the
wake.

"You don't think he would mind?"

"Andy? No. It may not be the cleanest of beds if you know what I
mean, but he won't care."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe I should sleep in my clothes
on top of the comforter."

"I'm sure it's not that bad."

We went up the stairs and down the hall. Andy's room is right
next to Adam's.

"You need to be anywhere in the morning?" Adam asked.

"Nah. Matt's getting back in the dorms around 2, so I just want to
be back around then."

"Cool, we can sleep late tomorrow then. If you get up first and
need to go or anything, just wake me up, OK?"

"OK, thanks Adam. It was fun hanging out tonight, you know, as a
Brother."

"Yeah, I bet. I had fun too. I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night Adam."

I opened Andy's door and searched for the light. I stumbled
around, found it and turned it on. I was prepping myself for a mess like
the day that I had to clean his room. But actually, it wasn't too bad. I
guess he took most of his clothes home with him for the break.

I went over to the bed and looked at the sheets. It looked pretty
clean to me; no stains that I could see. So kicked off my sneaks. I
debated what to do about my pants. I was wearing jeans and I hate
sleeping in jeans, so I decided to take my chances with Andy's bed and I
took them off.

In my boxers and t-shirt I went back to the light and turned it off. I
jumped in Andy's bed and got under the sheets. My head was spinning
a bit from drinking. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

My mind began wandering and I thought about all the girls that
Andy probably fucked in this bed. Probably dozens, at least. I'm sure
that most of the hottest sorority girls have been in this bed at one point
in time. And he fucked them.

I pictured Andy fucking them. Probably doggie style while they
screamed out his name. Andy, oh yes, Andy. Or maybe he made the
girls sit on him and ride him. I bet he could probably get a girl to do just
about anything he wanted.

Thinking about this got me totally hard. In my mind, I could
actually see Andy doing one of the girls from the ZTA mixer from behind.
Her tits bouncing back and forth as Andy drove into her with his dick.
She had a perfect ass. She was on all fours, her head leaning down
between her arms as she moaned in pleasure as Andy drilled her.

I had the perfect image of Andy in my head, from that day when I
was here and he was naked getting ready to get into the shower. He had
a great body Andy. His muscles were pumped and his body was sweaty
from the exertion of the fucking. He liked to fuck hard, Andy, or at least
he did in my mind.

I reached for my hard dick and started rubbing it. The picture in
my head was like a porn movie through a camera. The camera focused in
on Andy's dick penetrating this sorority girl's pussy. He didn't have a
condom on. In and out he drove.

The cameraman pulled away and panned in on Andy's chest and
abs. His muscles flexing as he humped her. The image in my head was
all Andy now, the camera moving to the side of his torso, his pecs
protruding to a slim waist with a washboard stomach. The camera
worked its way around to his back, down to his ass and under his balls.

The camera was close in on his dick, long and hard, in and out of
her wet pussy. But the pussy was just there; it was background to the
camera. Andy was the star of this porno. I continued to stroke my dick,
getting closer to orgasm, but then I stopped.

Fuck. I was jerking off to Andy. Yeah, there was a girl in my mind,
but it was Andy that I was thinking about. I got to quit this homo shit. I
refused to finish myself off, even though I was still bone hard.

I pulled my hand out of my underwear and turned on my side,
facing the wall. I tried to get myself to fall asleep again. But the same
image of Andy and the sorority chick kept coming back, no matter how
hard I tried to keep it out.

I could even hear the bed creaking and the chick moaning.

Errr, errr. Errr, errr. Errr, errr (that's the bed creaking by the way,
in case you didn't pick up on that). 'Ohh yeah, that's it. Oh God, that's
it. Yeah Adam, oh God Adam, give it to me Adam'.

Adam? I opened my eyes and listened in. Holy shit. That wasn't
my mind, it was fucking real. And it was Adam and Michele in the next
room. I could hear them fucking through the wall. Adam's bed was right
against this wall. Adam and Andy must hear each other fucking all the
time.

Michele was doing most of the moaning, but I could make out an
occasional groan from Adam or hear him saying, "Yeah baby, you like
that? You feel so good," or something like that.

I couldn't believe that I was hearing this. It was fucking hot. The
bed continued to creak with each thrust that Adam made. The pace of
the creak was increasing, as would Michele and Adam's moaning.

Homo or not, this was just too damn exciting and I once again
began beating off. I lay on my back, kicked off the covers and gave myself
some fly room.  Michele started groaning louder and louder, "Oh my God
baby, just like that, yeah, OH MY GOD! Yeah, Adam, OH!" I think Adam
just gave her an orgasm. The way she was moaning, I'm certain of it.

The bed suddenly stopped creaking and it was hard to hear
anything. I wonder if Adam came as well. I slowed down jerking my dick
so I could hear what was happening. Nothing but silence. Damn. I was
horny as hell now and wanted to finish myself off.

But then the creaking started again, and Michele was moaning
again. I wasted no time and grabbed onto my dick and started tossing
off. Adam's bed continued to creek, slow and steady for another ten
minutes or so. The boy had stamina. I almost came like three times, but
I paced myself. I wanted to time it right so that I came when they did. As
Adam did.

The creaks continued to get faster, and so did my tugging. I closed
my eyes and imagined what was happening in Adam's room. I'm sure
Adam was doing Michele missionary style; her legs wide open as Adam
burrowed into her.

I could hear Adam's moaning getting louder, "Uh, uh, uh." Hearing
Adam's voice pretty much put me over the edge, but I resisted shooting.
A few more quick creaks of the bed, Michele calling out to God, and
Adam said, "Here it comes baby, here it comes! Uhhhhhhh!"

One more creak, and the bed stopped creaking. Adam was
shooting his load inside Michele, I knew it. At the very same moment,
my toes curled, my back arched and the first spurt shot out of my dick
and landed on my neck. I was breathing heavily, and I tried to keep it
down. If I could hear them, there stood the possibility that they could
hear me.

I continued to jerk off a little more slowly and another couple of
shots hit my shirt and lower stomach. I lay there a few moments in
silence, as my breathing calmed down, enjoying the orgasm I had just
given myself. `

About a minute later, I heard Adam's bedroom door open. It was
probably Michele going to the bathroom or something. I don't know what
it is with girls, but they always get up and do something in the bathroom
after getting fucked. I guess they clean themselves out or it makes them
pee or something. I never asked why.

When the tingling of my orgasm had subsided, I felt around my
chest with my hand. I had pulled my shirt up some, but I felt around to
feel how bad the damage on my shirt was. I came upon two warm pools
of jism on my shirt. Fuck.

I pulled my shirt off and used it to clean off the cum that was on
my neck and stomach and the juice that was still on my dick. There was
no way I was wearing that shirt tomorrow.

I was exhausted after that scene, and I could only imagine how
tired Adam must have been. As usual, my guilty thoughts came back to
mind. The first fraternity party that there we had, I was definitely going
to have to find myself some pussy.

A little shorter than usual, but if I am going to try and get one of these
out once a week, its going to have to be this way. Hope you enjoyed. Stay
in touch. See you in the group!

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