Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 17:41:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Walsh <alt76frat@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fraternity Memoirs, Part 3

Fraternity Memoirs -- Part III, Pledge Season Continued

Thanks again for all the support guys.  Here comes the first of the real
juicy parts, with more to come.  I appreciate all of your e-mails and enjoy
much of our correspondence.  I want to acknowledge a reader out there who
sent me some pictures, College Jock.  You are one fucking hot guy!  I wish
you were one of the pledges when the tides were turned and I was a Brother.
Oh, what I would have done to you.  Please stay in touch and let me know
what you think about Part 3 of my Fraternity life.  alt76frat@yahoo.com
Enjoy!

	The next few days, after our paddling, all of us were just a bit
more quiet than usual.  Personally, I never discussed my disgrace with any
of the pledge brothers.  In fact, none of us discussed it until we were
initiated into the Fraternity after pledge season.  We were defeated, not
to mention I had a hard time sitting for days. Pledge season is much like
boot camp.  The first few weeks stripping us of all that we were, and
molding us into what the Brothers wanted us to be.  Looking back, I thank
them for what they did.  But at the time, I contemplated dropping.  I was
once a proud person, not putting up with anyone's shit.  But last night I
was beaten and humiliated in front of an audience like an animal. I wanted
so much to be a part of them that I yearned for it.  But I didn't know how
much more I could take.  The next few nights, the Brothers were a bit easy
on us, sensing I guess that many of us were at a crossroads and had taken
almost as much as we could.

	The weekend came along, and to give us a break, the Brothers let us
party with them.  Another rule was that there was no partying
(drinking/drugs) unless with a Brother.  Prior weekends of the Pledge
Season we were given the responsibilities of running the Saturday Parties
with no drinking allowed.  I hadn't drank or hooked up on a Saturday since
pledge season began.  We were responsible for collecting the money,
changing and pumping the kegs, crowd control, and escorting anyone out that
was becoming rowdy.  In other words, it sucked.  I longed to be on the
other side, once again getting fucked up and getting laid.  Speaking of
getting laid, I hadn't since pledge season started, we're talking 4 full
weeks.  Being in pairs all the time with Matt put a serious damper on my
jerking off, too.  We were friends and all, but I wasn't about to jerk off
with him always around (at least not yet).  I think in 4 weeks I had came
about 3 times, sneaking one once in awhile when I was on the shitter and
Matt was showering.  Even though I had my fair share of sex previously, I
was also a big masturbator.  On average, I probably jerked off twice a day.
Typically once in the morning and once at night, unless I was hooking up.

But this Saturday, in an effort to keep us pledging, I'm sure, we were
given the night to party with the Brothers.  I got fucked up way too early.
But it was awesome to be 'equal' again.  All of us had so much fucking fun
with the Brothers that our batteries were recharged, and we were ready to
get on with the pledge season.  I really meant to find myself some pussy,
but the kind buds that one of the Brothers had, put me out for the count
much earlier than I intended.

Monday night, we were back to the grind.  Not all of us were there.  A few
of the pledge bothers were traveling for a game.  There were 14 of us
present. We were told to go down to the basement, remain silent, and study
our pledge books.  At first we were silent.  Each of us pulled out our
pledge books and was studying.  A half hour went by and we were becoming
antsy, no sign of the Brothers. Some of the pledges began whispering to
each other.  One of the pledges, CJ Mackintosh, was talking about the hand
job he got on Saturday night by some chick.  CJ is on the Swim Team.  He's
on the taller side, about 6'3".  Real trim swimmers body.  Kind of lanky,
but not scrawny.  I remember the paddling night that CJ didn't have a hair
on his body below his head except for around his dick.  He's a red head. I
wondered if his hairlessness was natural, or shaved because of swimming. I
noticed while we were getting into our Speedos that he had a real big
dick. I didn't mean to look, but he was uncut and the first one I had ever
seen. I couldn't help but be fascinated by it, all that extra skin covering
the head of his cock. It had to be 5 inches long, hanging real low on top
of a more than ample sack and balls the size of emons.  I was shocked at
his size.  When erect in his Speedos, it seemed to wrap around his left his
hip and protrude out.  If I had to guess, 8.5 inches long.

The story got the rest of us hot, and all of us admitted that it had been
awhile since any of us had got any.  Even the difficulty of masturbating
with all of always around was brought up.  I was typically shy of the
subject, but being that the cat was out of the bag, I put my two cents in.
All of us agreed that some type of schedule would have to be created to
allow us our private time.

We found out, after becoming Brothers, that the basement was video taped by
closed circuit TV and that the Brothers were up stairs watching us while
this discussion was happening, and for all the events.  It's actually a
great idea.  I'm glad I didn't know it while I was pledging though, I'm not
sure how I would have acted if I knew I was being video taped. Most likely,
I wouldn't have done most of the things that I did. But it was interesting
when pledge season was all done and to watch a history of your life any
time you wanted. At first I didn't like watching some of the things, like
what I am about to tell, but eventually I couldn't get enough and was
borrowing a video from the almost everyday. Anyway, we also found out after
we were in that what was about to happen to us was not previously done, but
given the circumstances and our discussion, the Brothers felt that it was
their duty to let us jerk off.

We continued whispering for another half hour, trying to keep it as low as
possible so that the Brothers didn't hear us upstairs.  We heard the
basement door open and footsteps come down the stairs.  All of us were
silent immediately and back to studying out books.  Sean and Adam came down
the stairs. Adam had no shirt on and a beer in his hand. His chest was
perfect, real trim tight body, dark nipples the size of quarters.  His
waist coming to a 'V'.  Perfect abs.  He had a runner's body.  No hair
except for a small dirty blond line running into his shorts from his belly
button. Sean was carrying a Pizza and placed it in the middle of the floor.

Looking around, Adam spoke, "How much do each of you know about each other?
You cannot expect to be Brothers until you know each other as well as you
know yourself.  Pledge Norton, tell me what you know about Pledge Walsh."

"Pledge Master, Sir, Pledge Walsh is a freshman who lives on the 3rd floor
of so-in-so Hall.  He is from Brooklyn, NY and his major is undeclared," my
fellow pledges brother Brian Norton replied.

"How many family brothers and sisters does Pledge Walsh have, and what are
their names, Brother Belford (Matt, my roommate)?" Adam asked, turning the
question to Matt.

"He has two Sisters, Kathryn and Anne, Pledge Master Sean," Matt answered.

I couldn't help but almost laugh.  Matt was completely wrong.  Where did he
get Kathryn and Anne?  But he was smart for trying, assuming I guess that
Adam would not know the correct answer.  As I said, Matt was one smart guy.

"Wrong! Pledge Belford!" Adam responded.  "Pledge Walsh has one brother
named Thomas and one sister named Mary Beth.  Is that correct, Brother
Walsh?"

Amazed, as I did expect him to know, Adam and I had never discussed it, and
I answered, "Pledge Master Adam, that is correct, Sir."  How the fuck did
he know that?  This type of questioning went around the room to everyone,
each time the pledge masters proving that they knew more about each of us
then we knew about each other.

"Brother Adam," Sean said, "It seems that we are wasting our time. Four
weeks, and these Pledges don't know shit about each other!"

Adam agreed, "We might as well expel them all, none of them are worthy of
Brotherhood," Adam said, shaking his head.  "What is the major malfunction
that you guys can't become One?  Until you become one, you can never become
One with the Brothers!"

No one answered the question, assuming that it was rhetorical, since none
of us had an answer that was legitimate.  They we right.  Sure we knew each
other, but not like Brothers. We stood there in silence, once again
defeated.

"I think," Adam said answering his own question, "that the Pledges haven't
fully bared themselves to each other.  Until they have shared the most
intimate parts of themselves, they will always be individuals," his grin
was evil, but I could tell he was enjoying himself.

"Agreed," Sean replied.  "Since they can not do it themselves, we will make
them do it.  Pledges, strip!"

Without question, each of us began removing our clothing. Pulling off our
shoes, then all our clothing, down to our underwear.

"What's this?" Adam asked. "Brother Sean said strip.  Why have you
stopped?"

"The same reason they know shit about each other," Sean continued. "They
are afraid to show themselves to one another.  I said STRIP!"

Sean's voice boomed through the room, and some of us jumped.  Within
seconds, we were pulling off our underwear.  This time, completely exposed
in front of the pledge masters.  Some of us still in our socks, but that
was all.

Sean walked over to the pizza, ripping the top of the box off.  "A Brother
is not like your girlfriend.  Girls come and go. Your Brothers will be here
for you always and forever.  A level of trust beyond all.  But until you
share everything, who you are, your wants and desires, your dreams and
fears, this cannot be accomplished.  There is nothing that you cannot share
with your Brothers.  You must bare yourself completely to earn their
trust."

	Adam jumped in, "The most intimate part of us is something that we
typically share with our Girlfriends.  Once those desires are shared, there
is nothing that you cannot confess to your Brothers.  Therefore, tonight,
each of you will share an orgasm.  In layman's terms, a circle jerk.  After
seeing each other cum, there is nothing that you won't be able to share
with each other."

	"To keep this exciting," Sean added, "Adam and I have decided to
make this a contest.  Each of you will make a circle around the pizza and
jerk off.  When you are ready to come, step up to the pizza so that you
shoot on top of it.  When you are done, get back into the circle.  Do not
leave the circle until the last one of you cums. The last one to cum eats
the pizza."

	Oh my fucking God, I thought to myself. These guys are crazy.  They
want us to jerk off in front of each other?  No way, I thought to myself.
Nothing is worth jerking off in front of these guys.  And eat the pizza
with everyone's cum on it?  Yeah, right.  I guess what they were saying
made sense and all, but I wasn't about to jerk off with all these guys. I
assumed that my fellow pledge brothers were thinking the same.  But
suddenly, some of them started forming a circle around the pizza.  WHAT?
You these guys are going to do this? I was the only one standing outside
the circle.  Is brotherhood worth this? Should I do it? Unconsciously, I
found myself walking to the circle, giving in to the peer pressure.  I
wasn't going to be the only guy dropping because of this.

	I was in the circle.  I looked around. Everyone had their cock in
their hand. Am I really going to do this?  I looked at Matt.  He was
looking back.  We spoke to each other with our eyes and facial expressions.
I raised my eyebrows and curled my mouth.  I was saying/asking are we going
to do this?  Matt shook his head.  Yes, we are I read as his response.

	"What are you pussies waiting for?" Adam yelled.  "The last one
eats the pizza.  Fucking start!"

I looked around the circle.  The guys started masturbating and rubbing
their cocks.  I was amazed at this scene.  The fact that this was a race
was evident.  These guys were pulling their puds as fast as possible. No
one wanted to eat the pizza.  I noticed that everyone was looking at each
other's dicks. At this point, I had my dick in my hand, but I wasn't
jerking.  I was mesmerized by the scene around me.  All of them were hard
in their hands.  Without even jerking, I was growing in my hand. After
awhile some of them closed their eyes. I'm assuming that they were
imagining themselves anywhere but here. Thinking about fucking some girl.
I couldn't take my eyes off their dicks.  I moved from one pledge to the
next.  Again, I was infatuated with CJ's dick, who was standing directly
across from me.  It was growing, but the head still covered in its sheath.
I was thinking, God, that must feel great, all that skin rubbing over your
head.  I actually felt like reaching out and touching it, to see what it
felt like.  Eventually, he was at full mast, and his head poked out.  The
skin, on the outward stroke, would cover the head, exposing it again on the
way down.  I was caught in CJ's rhythm.  Fist to fist, three of them would
have been needed to measure CJ's dick.  Maybe even four.  I felt envious of
his size.

I looked over to Matt again, and he was looking right at me.  I would have
swore he was sizing me up and checking me out. But who was I to point a
finger? I was just as guilty as he was, staring at CJ.  I guess curiosity
got the best of us.  I had seen Matt in the shower ever day since pledge
season began and a few times he was sporting some morning wood. I would
never say anything to him about it, but this was different.  He was a bit
smaller then me in length, but he had a huge mushroom head, was a bit
thicker, and had really low hanging balls.  He stopped for a second,
brought his hand up to his mouth and spit it in.  He went back to jerking
his cock, using his spit as a lubricant. God, what was I watching?

Time seemed to be at a stand still I was so engorged in the action.  How
long had it been?  Maybe three minutes.  I look to my right. Standing next
to me was a pledge named Ben Stanton.  Ben is a sophomore on the baseball
team.  He's second-string third baseman. The best way to explain him is as
a totally hot baseball player. Picture that in you head, and that's Ben.
Great body, but carrying just a bit extra weight on him, hiding his
abs. He's about the same height as me, brown hair and blue eyes too.  A
light amount of hair on his chest and stomach.  He's always got a ball cap
on.  Ben's definitely a bit smaller in the equipment category, but not tiny
or anything.  I guess 5.5".  His dick kind of curves to the right. But the
man can pre-cum.  He's dripping on the floor he's got so much.  His dick's
all shiny and soaked.  I also noticed that he's pinching his right nipple
with his left hand. I watched as his balls made their way up and his sack
tightened.  I knew what was coming and I gazed in expectation. Suddenly, he
steps forward.  "I'm gonna cum," he says.  Was he warning us?  Was it habit
for him to say? Did he forget where he was? He was basically on top of the
pie, and he shoots.  I see his knees give out and he bends his head back,
his ball cap falling to the ground. Next thing I see is a huge glob of cum
shooting out of his dick.  Besides in porn videos, this is the first time I
have seen another man cum. I was shocked. Three shots, all over the pizza.
He was breathing heavy.  Ben did not have to eat the pizza.

Ben seemed to quicken the fury, the heat was on.  It was interesting
watching all the different ways these guys were getting themselves off.  A
few of the guys were pulling on their sacks with their free hands (Matt was
one of them). Others were pinching their nipples like Ben.  Others with
their fist on top of their dicks, jerking outwards.  One guy was solely
concentrating on his head, real quick jerking motions.  Abruptly, almost
everyone was stepping up to the pizza, blowing their loads.  Everyone's
muscles tightening and contracting.  Cum was flying everywhere, all over
the pizza.  I could smell the musky scent of their sweat and cum.  I was so
enthralled by what was going on that I forgot that I was in this race.

As I said, I was stiff as a board in my hands just watching these guys.
There were 5 of us left to cum.  Matt and CJ were still in the contest,
both of them pounding away.  It didn't take me long at all.  Usually, it
takes me awhile, but not this time.  I only took like six strokes and I
felt myself cumming.  Believe it or not, I started moaning, "Ugghh, Ugghh,
oh my God yeah!"  I approached the pizza, my knees buckling as well.  CJ
approached the Pizza at the same time.  As I began to cum, I watched CJ
drop his load from his huge cock. That was it, I grunted one more time.  I
looked at my cock swell and shoot the biggest load of my life.  It had been
over a week since the last time I came, so I had a lot in me. I shoot
pretty far, and I should have given CJ some warning.  My first shot went
right over the pizza and onto CJ's leg. There was a roar upstairs from the
Brothers. I wonderer what was going on up there. They must have been
watching a ball game or something with a great play. Little did I know that
I was the one making the great play. I shot me second load and it fell on
his right foot.  I shot like 3 more times, and I heard CJ yell "Shit! You
asshole," and step back.  I was breathing hard.  I saw that CJ didn't know
what to do about my cum, he couldn't leave the circle.  He took his right
hand and wiped it off his leg.  Looking at his hand he was confused even
more. Now what would he do, in his hand was even worse than his leg.  I
found CJ's dilemma quite amusing. He knelt to the ground and wiped his hand
along the floor.  I guess he got most of it off, but I noticed that he
still had my cum on his foot.  Perhaps he forgot, or though that it was
his.

Just as I was finished, I watched Matt walk up to the Pizza.  He was
basically right next to me.  His mushroom head grew even more, so much so
that it looked like it might hurt.  It appeared to be the size of child's
fist. His dick was so thick that his fingers didn't fit all the way around
it. I just stood there and watched my roommate cum.  I have to admit, I was
totally turned on by this whole scene. Matt came more than I did.  Not as
far, but more in quantity.  He just kept on shooting.  I was in awe.

The last pledge to cum was Jacob Spalding.  It took him like another 5
minutes than the rest us.  I felt bad for him because all of us had nothing
to do but watch him jerk off.  Perhaps that's why it took him longer.  He
was trying all different types of methods.  Finally, he came, shooting his
load. It was real thick and fell right to the pizza, almost directly under
him.  It was so thick that it splattered when it hit the pizza.  Jacob
looked like he was going to sob.  He would have to eat the pizza.

Looking around the room, everyone was still breathing kind of hard.  Our
dicks starting to go soft.  Many of us till holding it.  I was still amazed
at the scene that played out in front of me just minutes ago.  There was
clapping upstairs.  Had the game ended?

Adam walked up to the group.  I had forgotten that they were even there.
"Well done, Pledges," he said.  Looking at him, it was obvious that he had
a huge erection.  As I said, he was wearing only mesh shorts with white
boxer briefs you could see that protruded lower than his shorts.  The
tightness of the briefs kept his erection against his left leg, pointing
straight down.  The mesh shorts did nothing to hide it; rather, it made a
perfect outline of his hard cock.  He was huge, the head of his cock, while
still covered by his underwear, was visible and stuck out from under his
shorts. Did watching all of us jerk off turn on Adam? If it did, he wasn't
afraid of hiding it.  "Jesus, there's enough cum in here to be a sperm
bank.  You can get dressed." Adam laughed and adjusted his hard dick.

We all got dressed, hoping since Adam or Sean hadn't said anything yet,
that Jacob would not have to eat the Pizza.  I wondered if I was in Jacob's
situation if I wouldn't have ate it.  No, I told myself.  I would not eat
the pizza.  But another voice in my head said that yes, you would.  Jacob
did everything he could not to look at the pizza. If Jacob decided to drop
right here and now, I would have to respect him for it.

Sean said, "Now, you can share everything with each other, there is nothing
else to hide.  A week from today, we will quiz you on each other
again. This time, you better know everything about each other, even who
your first grade teachers were. But before we get on to the next event,
there's one more thing that needs to be taken care of.  Pledge Spalding,
before the pizza gets pregnant..." waving his hand over the pizza in a
gesture of 'its all yours'.

It was obvious that Jacob was in a bind and not likely to eat the pizza.
We couldn't blame him.  He wasn't looking at any of us, just at the pizza.
The look on all the other pledges was a mix of relief for not being in
Jacob's shoes, but still entirely grossed out at the sight of the pizza
with cum toppings.  Someone must have ordered extra cum because it was
loaded.  Ben looked up and was about to say something, probably that he
would rather be expelled, when I jumped in.

"Pledge Masters Sean and Adam, can I have two minutes with my fellow pledge
brothers for a group discussion?"

"You can have one minute," Adam answered.

Quickly we got together in the corner.  I had to get one thing out first.
"CJ, I'm sorry for cumming on your leg.  I didn't mean to, it was an
accident, honest."

"That was fucking disgusting, bro.  You're lucky I don't pounce you and
kick your ass right here," CJ responded, the anger apparent on his face.

There was no time for this. "CJ, we can discuss this later.  Now is not the
time. If it will make you happy, when we get back to the dorms, you can
jerk off and cum on my leg too, OK?"  (I didn't really mean it, but the
idea of seeing CJ's big dick again did make my cock bounce a little.)
Everyone started laughing, which was my intent.  Even CJ laughed.

"All right Walsh, but if you want to be let you off the hook, I wanna shoot
al over your face instead of your leg," CJ retorted as he laughed.  Again,
I felt a rush of blood to my cock as it hardened. I ignored the thought
that CJ's suggestion actually turned me on. Everyone laughed again.

"Done," I said, joking. Getting on to the point, "I think I have an idea
that will save Spalding from eating that pizza."  Looking at Jacob, I saw
that he was definitely interested in my idea. "I think they are testing
us. They keep on talking about sharing and being One. If we say that we ALL
will eat the Pizza, because we are One, I think no one will have to eat the
pizza."

"No fucking way," Ben chimed in.  "I was the first one to cum.  I'm not
eating the Pizza.  Sorry Jacob, but I'm not eating all your guy's spunk."

"Shit for brains," I retorted, "The point is that no one will have to eat
the Pizza."

"How do you know that?  You don't. I'm not eating that Pizza," Ben said
again.

"Call it a hunch. If I'm wrong, we'll tackle that when it happens. I say we
give it a try," I answered.

"I agree," said Matt. "Lets see what happens."  Eventually we all agreed
and broke back up into the circle.

"Pledge Masters Sean and Adam.  The pledge class has decided that if one of
us is going to eat the pizza, then all of us are going to eat the Pizza.
We can not be One if we let Sean do this alone," I said.

Adam and Sean walked away for a second and conversed.  They came back and
Adam said, "Class, well done. There is some hope for you guys yet. I see
that Sean and I haven't quite wasted our time with you fuckers yet. Tonight
you have proven that you are making the steps to becoming One."

I'm sure the decision was already made, but taunting us, Sean asked Adam,
"So what should we do about the Pizza? I say that they still eat the
fucking thing."  Everyone's mouth dropped.

"No," said Adam.  "The point has been made and the lesson learned.  There
is no need for them to eat the Pizza, is there?" Adam asked, directing the
question at us.

"No," we all quickly agreed. So my idea had worked. Maybe I was getting
this pledge thing down.  No one had any pizza that night.

Sean passed me a note, indicating that it was instructions for the rest of
the evening's activity. We were to pack up our things, read it out side,
and complete it. As soon as we were out the basement door, Jacob gave me
the biggest than you I ever got. I was the hero of the evening.  Everyone
still amazed that I figured it out. No one asked Jacob what he was going to
say or do. I guess no one wanted to know just how close we were that night
to losing a fellow pledge. It seemed that even CJ was past the cum
incident.

The note said that we were to drive to Philadelphia to pick up cream
cheese, and New York for fresh bagels. We were to buy a portable camera to
take a picture of all of us in front of a landmark in each city so that
they new we just didn't go to 7-11 and sleep.  We had to be back at the
house by 7 AM, the bagels toasted and ready for the pledge master's
breakfast.  Looks like we had a long night of driving and talking ahead of
us.

The whole ride's discussion basically dealt with the circle jerk.  It was
funny to talk about it. People's faces when they came, who shot the most
and the farthest, who's dick was the biggest, that kind of stuff. Everyone
was amazed at my distance and the fact that I hit CJ in the leg.  We got
like a 20 minute laugh out of that one.  I was glad that CJ was in another
car, I think he would have got pissed again. Sharing what we just did and
talking about it, made me realize that once again, the Brothers were
right. With what we just went through, there is nothing that I couldn't
tell these guys. Except maybe that the thought of hearing CJ jerk off on my
face made my dick get hard.  But I was having a hard enough time sorting
that one out myself yet.....

We got the bagels and cream cheese and were back by 6:30 AM. We also got
orange juice and made coffee. At about 6:50 AM, Adam came down the stairs,
wearing only his boxer briefs.  I was glad that I had pants on, because I
was instantly hard at the site of him. What the fuck was going on with me?
Why was Adam getting me hard? This was all so new to me. I tried to put it
out of my mind, but I was just staring at his huge package and hot body. I
had to get myself a girl and get laid, fast.  I was turning into a fag.

"Pledge Walsh, you see something that you want?" Adam asked me, snapping me
back from my thoughts.

"Hugh?" I asked, grunted was more like it.  I was totally shocked.  He must
have seen me staring.  Hopefully the others didn't see.

"Nothing. You know what I meant, let's leave it at that," and the subject
was dropped.  Adam sat down at the table and we started talking about the
events of our road trip. The rest of the pledges seemed oblivious as to
what just happened.

Sean soon joined us and breakfast was served. We were told that we could
have an extra half hour to get showered and be in the Student Center by
8:30 AM. While Matt was showering, I went into a stall and jerked
off. Trying as hard as I could to think of all the different girls I'd
fucked, but my mind kept coming back to Adam....

Well, that's part three.  Hope you enjoyed. Anyone get off on it? Part 4 is
in the works. The pledges go camping.... Laters!