Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 10:23:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brian Stillwell <htown_stud713@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pussyboy Frat- Chapter 3

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	Jason graduated in June and was happy to have finished school in
the top 5% of his class.  All his extra studying while trying to avoid the
coach had paid off.  After he had been practically blackmailed into signing
all of those documents in the spring, he'd gone back to his strategy of
avoidance and hadn't had much contact with the coach since then.  At least
now he knew that he wouldn't be expelled or arrested.
	The knowledge of the photos and the video were humiliating, but
humiliating or not, he also had to admit that they were incredibly hot.
He'd taken the copies of the photos that Coach Simmons had given him and
hidden them in his room all summer.  He tried to throw them away several
times, to burn them or rip them into little pieces.  But he always stopped,
and found himself staring at the image of his face covered in Peter's cum,
the dick that had delivered that massive load hanging ominously above him.
As the summer progressed, Jason had gradually grown tired of Craig's
collection of pussy porn, and his masturbation sessions were involving
fantasies of Peter more and more frequently.  As brief and one-sided as it
had been, his moment in the laundry room on his knees in front of Peter had
been the only real sexual contact in his young life and he wondered what
would have happened if he'd simply given into the moment instead of
struggling to avoid it.  Maybe things would have been different.  He felt
awkward about the way things were left with Peter, who'd be returning to
school as a junior this year.  Jason wished that they'd had a chance to
talk about what happened, but every time he saw the young stud in school he
was surrounded by other jocks and pretty girls.
	He'd spent a lot of time over the summer at the local library on
the internet, trying to research the fraternity he had joined, but it
wasn't very productive with only the name 'The Frat' to go on.  He had
found the webpage that listed all the Greek organizations on campus, but
all of the frats had a much larger membership than the two dozen students
that Mr. Grayson had eluded to.  He even went so far as to call the student
housing director to see if they had any information, but the man said he'd
never heard of Mr. Grayson and that his office didn't track off-campus
private student housing arrangements.  Then, in early August, Jason
received a phone call from someone with a deep voice and a slight accent
named Karl, informing him of his scheduled arrival date and that a bus
ticket would be waiting for him.  Apparently Karl wasn't about to answer
any of Jason's questions over the phone and as Jason began to ask them, the
man tersely told him just to get on the bus when he was told to and then
hung up.
	So, when the day arrived, he packed a single duffle bag and said
goodbye to Craig.  His stepdad had gotten out of bed to see him off and
gave Jason $50 to help with school.  Then Craig told him that he'd soon be
looking for a cheaper, one-bedroom apartment to live in.  Jason took the
obvious hint that moving back in wouldn't be an option.  Now, for the last
two hours, he'd stared out the window of the Greyhound bus, watching
California's endless suburbs roll by, and wondering what lay ahead.
	The bus finally arrived at the small, city terminal and Jason
disembarked.  Not knowing what to do, he followed the other passengers into
the terminal where he saw a man holding a sign with the name 'Stillwell' on
it.  The man looked like a bodybuilder, easily 6'3", tan, with a flat dark
crew cut.  His biceps strained the tight polo shirt he wore and the veins
in his arms were visible.  The muscled calfs showing beneath his cargo
shorts were further proof that he took his bodybuilding seriously, but he
wasn't so massive that it was a hindrance to him.  His face wasn't
hideously ugly, but no one would have called him attractive.  He had a
squat nose that looked like it had been broken many times before, and dark
eyes set under a thick brow that made him look he was permanently frowning.
He looked strong, powerful and dangerous.  The other people in the terminal
were giving the man a wide berth and Jason was more than a little
intimidated.  Still, it was best to make a good first impression.  Taking a
deep breath, he walked up to the mountain of muscle and stuck his hand out
to shake.
	"Hi, I'm Jason Stillwell.  How are you?  Are you Karl?"
	The man stared at contemptuously at the outstretched hand for a few
moments before turning around and grunting, "Follow me."
	Jason followed the man out to the curb and into a white, nine
passenger van with tinted windows.  Jason hopped into the front passenger
seat.  As the van eased into traffic, Jason tried to start several
conversations, asking about the campus, the frat and even the weather, but
after several monosyllabic answers, he took the hint and settled back to
look out the window and enjoy the ride.
	The school was located about 30 minutes away, in a peaceful, park
filled college town.  The campus was founded over 100 years ago, and had
many stately ivy covered buildings and halls.  Being summer, there weren't
many people around, but Jason got a kick out of seeing kids his age hanging
out in coffee shops, laying in the grass on the quad and reading, and just
hanging out and enjoying the fading days of summer.  In a field next to the
student union, several shirtless guys in cargo shorts were playing Frisbee.
There were no parent's, no principals, and no supervision.  Like many
college freshmen, Jason basked in the feeling of the first total freedom
he'd ever felt.
	At the far side of campus was a large park that rose up into
several tree covered hills and around the park were many large, old,
stately homes and mansions.  Jason's silent driver maneuvered their van up
a curvy road through the park and to the a large wooden gate set into
12-foot high stone walls near the top of the hill.  As the gate slid shut
behind them, Jason got his first glimpse of the frat and it made his jaw
drop.
	It was like another world.  To call it a house wasn't fair.  The
beautiful, two-story mansion was almost a small castle, made of dark gray,
ivy covered stones, complete with rampart walls and a round , two-story
tower in one corner.  The walls of the building were filled with a lot of
cross-hatch windows, but they all seemed to be slightly opaque, letting
light in but preventing full views in or out.  There was a large stone
portico, under which the van now came to a stop, leading to two heavy
wooden front doors.  The several acres of grounds around the home were
beautiful too, with sprinklers running on the lawn, large oak trees and
willows, and flowers growing on vines and spilling out of beds.  Jason
couldn't believe he would be living here as he went to school.  His heart
soared and he felt as excited as a child about to enter Disneyland for the
first time.
	The van stopped and Jason hopped out, grinning.  His driver was
already pushing open one of the wooden doors and Jason followed him inside.
	The inside of the mansion was just as impressive.  Jason stood in
an entry hall, paneled in rich dark wood, with hallways leading off into
the house.  A stairway to his left wrapped up a wall to a long banister on
the second floor, and Jason could see a series of oil painted portraits of
what he guessed were fraternity benefactors or past alumni.  The floor was
a beautifully polished wood, but he could only see part of it as most was
covered with a thick wool carpet, woven in an intricate pattern.  There was
even a suit of armor in one corner.  He heard the tick of a grandfather
clock from down one of the halls, and the earthy smells of fine wood and
leather reached Jason's nose.
	Standing in the middle of the hallway was another man, who from the
neck down looked like a clone of Jason's driver.  He was maybe just a
little taller and older, but his body still bulged with muscles.  His
features were Nordic, with a high cheekbones and fine blond hair.  He stood
in the center of the room, feet wide apart and holding a clipboard.
Jason's first impression of his demeanor suggested that the man was someone
who was used to being obeyed without question.
	His driver walked up to the other man and simply grunted
"Stillwell" in a gravelly voice.
	The other man consulted his clipboard and made a tick mark.  "Good,
thank you Joe.  Welcome to The Frat, pledge.  I'm Karl, the deputy
headmaster."  Jason recognized the man's deep voice from the phone, but
still couldn't place the accent. German maybe?
 	"Yeah, hi, I'm Jason Stillwell.  Wow this place is amazing!  I
can't believe I'm going to be liv..."
	"Joe will show you to your room," Karl interrupted, startling Jason
into closing his mouth "I'll send Tyler up to meet you.  There are several
other freshman already here as well."  The man appeared to think for moment
and then his tone softened slightly and he tried to smile.  "I don't mean
to be rude, it's just I'm very busy.  The rest of your pledge class is
arriving today.  New school year and all."
	"Yeah, that's fine.  I mean, no problem."
	Karl nodded and Jason followed Joe up the stairs and down a long
hallway that appeared to run the length of the house.  Joe reached a door
and opened it, motioning with his head for Jason to enter.
	Jason entered the room and felt his first twinge of disappointment.
The room was about 20x15 and sparsely decorated.  Six cots with thin
mattresses were arranged in two rows along the walls, with small trunks at
the foot of each bed, military style.  The floor was bare and the room had
a musty, unused smell to it.  On the plus side, there was a large window
through which the afternoon sun spilled, although it just illuminated the
fading paint on the walls and dust under the beds.
	There were two guys already in the room, one laying on a cot,
reading a sports magazine, and the other was standing in front of a mirror
on the back wall, fiddling with his hair.  They both looked towards him as
Joe closed the door behind him.
	"Hi I'm Jason Stillwell.  Looks like we'll be roomies."
	The boy on the bed raised his head in a causal nod.  "Sup?" he
said.  "Eric Rangle."  Eric was of Puerto Rican descent, with flawless
coffee colored skin and coal black hair trimmed short over his scalp.  His
manner was casual and he wore the requisite baggy shorts, flip-flops and
t-shirt that many frat boys favored.  He looked like he was tall, maybe 6
foot, and had a decent build to him as well.
	The other boy couldn't have been more different.  "Hi Jason, it's
nice to meet you!  I'm Sebastian."  The boy held out his hand towards the
new arrival as he walked across the room.  Jason could guess that Sebastian
was probably gay.  His lilting voice, the way he walked and the limpness of
his handshake were all good indications.  The thin blond boy was dressed in
a tight swimsuit and had a towel draped over his shoulder.  His hairless
chest wasn't well defined, but he didn't appear to have much body fat on
him either.  He also seemed to have a lot of styling product in his hair.
	"Listen," he said quickly as he walked to the door, "I reeeally,
really do want to get to know you but I'm just heading out to lay by the
pool.  School starts soon and I have got to work on my tan while I can.
Come down and join if you want.  The water's fine!  Bye!"
	The door closed behind Sebastian, and before Jason could say
anything Eric had laid his magazine aside and said "Can you believe they
stuck us in here with a queer?  That guy has been doing nothing but talking
and playing with his hair for the last two hours since he got here.  It's
getting on my nerves.  Damn, I've got a mind to go talk to Grayson or
what's his name?  Karl!  Talk to one of them about changing rooms."
	Jason didn't have anything against gays per se, and Sebastian had
seemed nice enough, so he just nodded and tried to change the subject.  "So
what's your story Eric? How'd you get here?"
	Eric tossed the magazine aside and sat up in bed with a grin,
apparently eager to tell what he thought was a funny tale.  "Great story,"
he stared.  "So it's my senior year, and about 7 months ago I was at a
party at one my buddies house while his parents were gone for the weekend.
I played baseball in high school and the whole team was there.  We were
drinking, getting stoned, and making out with the chicks, you know?
Anyway, it's late and I decide to walk home.  So I'm going down the
sidewalk, a little hammered, when I see that there's some guy walking
towards me.  As we pass each other he gives me a low wolf whistle and says
'hey cutie'.  I couldn't believe it!  So I punched the guy and he goes down
with the first shot.  I'm on top of him now, just wailing on him, and he's
curled up on the sidewalk, crying and begging me to stop.  Well, just my
luck that a cop car came by at that moment and I got busted for drunk and
disorderly, as well as for assault."
	"So anyway, I'd had some scrapes with the law as a juvenile and the
judge seemed ready to give me some time in lock up.  It didn't help that
the little queer showed up to court in a neck brace and with his face
covered in bruises and cuts.  Damn they bruise easily!  He's going on and
on to the judge, bitchin' and whining about 'the importance of tolerance
and understanding', about 'equal protection under the law'.  But turns out
I had a great lawyer, one who had actually been a member of this fraternity
and was close to the judge.  He got a 24-hour continuance, saying he
thought he could come up with an alternative solution to me doing time, and
the next day I met with this dude Grayson.  He says he can get me out of
this jam and that the judge was willing to release me to his supervision on
the condition that I go to college.  'Fine by me' I said, and signed a
bunch of forms."
	"Now here's the best part!  We go back into court and the judge
announces that I'm being released to Grayson, and the little queer just
goes ballistic!  He freaks out, wailing his mouth off about
'what-sort-of-message-does-this-send-to-society?' and 'rewarding
homophobia'.  He says he's going to appeal and sue my ass for every cent
I've got.  Anyway, the judge calls a quick recess, and my lawyer and
Grayson take the little homo into another room to talk to him."
	"Then what happened?" Jason asked, equally appalled and fascinated
by the story.
	Eric could barely contain his laughter.  "I don't know what they
said to him, but after about five minutes they come out of the room.  The
little queer is grinning from ear to ear like they've told him the best
joke in the world.  He tells the judge he's agreed to DROP ALL CHARGES!
Can you fucking believe it?  Man if he could see me here now, living posh.
The joke's totally on him!  Don't get me wrong, I don't hate queers as long
as I don't have to be around them.  It's like the old saying goes; 'Silly
faggot, dicks are for chicks!!"  With that, Eric broke down into several
moments of hard laughter.
	When it was over, Jason didn't know what to say.  He didn't want to
piss Eric off, but didn't think it was a story that cast him in the best
light, so he simply smiled and said "Yeah, I know what you mean."
	"So what about you?" Eric asked as his breathing returned to
normal.  "How'd you get here?"
	"Me?  Well, there's not much to tell.  I'm here on scholarship."
	"What are you, some kind of nerd?" Eric asked, giving Jason's body
a quick glance.  "You don't look like you play any sports."
	Before Jason could answer there was a knock on the door and a good
looking guy walked in.  He was a couple of years older and had a confident
walk, but didn't seem cocky.  He had the body of a surfer, complete with
California sun-bleached hair, a dark tan and deep green eyes.  As he smiled
broadly and held out his hand, his teeth were a gleaming white.
	"You must be Jason.  I'm Tyler, your big brother.  Come on, I'll
show you around the house."
	Jason said goodbye to Eric, who just grunted 'later' and went back
to his magazine.  He followed Tyler around the house, getting the grand
tour.  "Bedrooms and bathrooms are on the second floor," Tyler explained as
they moved down the hall.  "Supervisors rooms are down this hall.
Mr. Grayson has the large suite at the end of the hall, and Karl has one at
the far end.  The room you're sleeping in now is just temporary.  This," he
said, stopping in front of a high arched door, " is the main dorm.  They're
still setting it up for the freshman pledges so we can't go in, but you'll
be able to move in this weekend.  Same with the bathroom," he said pointing
to another door.  "It's not ready yet.  There's a smaller temporary one
across the hall from your room for you to use for now."
	They went downstairs and back into the main entry hall.  "Down that
wing are some small, private lounges and dens that are good for studying,
as well as a computer room for you to use.  Mr. Grayson's office is through
that door," he said, pointing to a tall, imposing looking wooden door on
one wall of the entry hall.  Then he led Jason towards the back of the
house.  "Back here is our main hall."
	This room was clearly the center of the house.  It contained the
same dark wood paneling on the walls, and had bookcases filled with leather
bound volumes.  Overstuffed leather chairs, sofas and ottomans were spaced
throughout the room, as well as several long tables.  Chandeliers hung from
the high, vaulted ceiling and there was a marble fireplace at either end of
the room.  A row of windows ran the length of the back wall, looking out
onto an expansive stone terrace.  The room suggested prestige, luxury and
power, and Jason couldn't stop staring, trying to take it all in as he
imagined living here.  "This is amazing!" he said.  "I can't believe how
big this house is."
	"There a couple of levels below ground too," Tyler said.  "That's
where the training rooms are, the gym and the infirmary.  Dr. Tanaka has
his quarters down their too.  The lowest level is just the laundry, boiler
room and some storage."
	Tyler led Jason through a pair of high French doors and on to the
sun-drenched terrace.  From here they were able to look over the expanse of
lawn and see a tennis/basketball court off to their right and a large
swimming pool off to the left.  Sebastian was laying on a recliner at the
edge of the pool, flipping through a magazine.  He saw a them and waved and
the two of them waved back.  Jason could also see that the high, twelve
foot wall ran around the perimeter of the entire estate.
	According to Tyler, frat lore was that the house was built by a
move studio executive in the 1940s, who valued his privacy.  Apparently,
there was a rumor that he had been involved in a scandalous affair with one
of his young male stars, an affair that had ruined both their careers.  The
executive had claimed that the two were long-time lovers, but the younger
man denied it to the grave, saying he'd never give into the lecherous
advances of a homosexual.  When the executive died almost penniless, the
frat purchased the estate from the heirs.  Tyler seemed to think that his
was ironic for some reason that Jason didn't understand, but he just smiled
and nodded.
	Tyler took Jason through another door off the terrace and into the
dining hall.  Two long tables ran down the center of the room, with benches
on either side.  At the head of the room on a slightly raised platform was
a longer table with 12 high backed chairs.  Tyler explained that was where
the staff sat.  Then he led Jason over to a set of swinging doors and down
a couple of steps and into the kitchen.  "Hey Jessie, you in here?" he
called.
	Turning from the sink was a large, beefy black man in a white
T-shirt and a greasy apron.  The skin on his bald head and face was shiny
and dark and he chewed on a toothpick, revealing a smile filled with
yellowed teeth.

	Tyler introduced Jason and explained that every boy helped Jessie
in the kitchen at least once a week, three at breakfast and three for
dinner.  The entire time, Jessie just stared at Jason, chewing on his
toothpick and grinning.
	"Jessie's a great cook, breakfast, lunch and dinner," Tyler said.
"Isn't that right Jessie?"
	"Sho' is," Jessie replied still staring at Jason.  "Tell me boy,
you a vegetarian?"
	"Who me?  Uh, no I eat meat," Jason replied.
	Jessie threw his head back and roared with laughter.  "That's
good!" he said, winking at Tyler.  "We gonna' make sho' you get all the
meat you can handle!"
	Jason smiled, not really getting the joke.  Jessie made him feel a
little uncomfortable.  As Tyler led him out of the kitchen, Jason looked
back.  Jessie was still staring at him, rubbing his hand down the front of
his apron.  "Yes-ur-ee, all the meat you can handle," he muttered.
	"What was that all about?" Jason asked as they came back into the
entry hall.
	"Oh nothing, don't mind Jessie," Tyler replied.  "He's a good guy,
but he tells the same jokes over and over again.  I think he waits all year
for a new class of students just so he can have a new audience.  Just laugh
and he'll be happy.  Hey, let's go pick up your books for the term.  Hold
on a sec, just let me get my pin."
	Tyler ran upstairs and returned fastening a small pin to the front
of his shirt.  It looked like a two capital letter 'B's stuck together
back-to-back, like a mirror image.  Three of the four half-circles had
small diamonds in them.  Tyler explained that this was the frat pin, and
that Jason would get his after his initiation.
	The two teens walked down the hill from the house and across campus
to pick up Jason's supplies.  All of the buildings on campus had new paint,
the grass was freshly cut, the flowerbeds freshly mulched and planted.
Everything seemed shiny and new for the upcoming school year.  As they
walked, Tyler pointed out the different buildings and landmarks.  Tyler
seemed very friendly and Jason felt at ease with him.  Turns out that Tyler
was from the East coast, from a fairly middle class family.  He'd done
alright in school, not great, but alright.  He spent a lot of his study
time goofing around on the computer, playing video games and cruising the
net.  One day, after he'd forgotten to delete the history from his internet
browser, his father discovered some photographs that been viewing the late
night before and freaked out, threatening to send his son to military
school for the duration of his education.  A friend of the family offered
to move Tyler to California where he could keep an eye on him while he
attended school.  It was this friend that had arranged for Mr. Grayson to
visit Tyler's home.
	"He was telling us about the frat and how important my education
was and that it be properly monitored and developed.  My dad wasn't keen on
the idea, thinking I'd just be partying and goofing off out here.  But, my
dad is ex-army and when Grayson started using words like 'disciplined',
'supervision' and 'structure', my dad was totally sold.  He made me sign
the papers right then and there.  After school I moved out here and went
promptly to the frat house.  I only saw our family friend once, two years
ago during my initiation.  I've been in the frat ever since."
	"How do you like it?" Jason asked.
	"Living in the frat?" Tyler asked.  "I love it, totally love it.  I
wasn't sure at first, but now I'm bummed that I only have two years left
until graduation.  At first, most guys either love it or hate it, but give
it a few weeks and I guarantee you'll realize that this is where you
belong.  Let me break it out for you."
	"There are 24 brothers in the frat, including you, so 6 per class.
Juniors are assigned as big brothers so we came back early to welcome you
pledges and show you around.  The rest of the guys come back today and
tomorrow.  Don't worry , you'll only be a pledge until Saturday when the
initiation party is."
	"There are two Supervisors or Monitors per class year, who report
to Karl, who reports to the headmaster, Mr. Grayson.  They act as
supervisors, trainers, mentors and make sure the house and grounds are
secure and everyone is accounted for.  The freshman class this year have
Joe and Carlos assigned to them.  You met Jessie, and there's a
groundskeeper too."
	"We have parties at the house every Saturday night, plus we get
invited to a lot of parties, fundraisers and special events during the
week.  Mr. Grayson makes all the arrangements.  He's okay, just make sure
to stay on his good side.  Any staff member can dole out demerits, which
are addressed on Sunday nights.  You can also get demerits for bad grades.
But the most important thing is that you need to listen to all of Karl's
crew and do what they tell you, and all of the staff.  And, of course,
Mr. Grayson.  He'll probably get around to personally welcoming you in the
next couple of days.  He's just really busy at the moment, getting
everything ready.  Then the next three weeks are designed to get you
settled and adjusted."
	"House life is pretty structured.  We're up at the same time, eat
meals at the same time and go to bed at the same time.  You'll have
exercise sessions in the gym under the supervision of your Monitors and
Dr. Tanaka, who'll you'll meet later.  The supervisors take exercise pretty
seriously as you can probably tell.  They also take academics pretty
seriously too so there's study hall every night that you need to attend,
unless you're at party."
	"Let's see what else?  Oh, there's a chore schedule for all of
us. Everyone pitches in.  The Supervisors also teach special classes in the
evenings for freshman and sophomores to help you adapt to the requirements
of frat life."
	By this point the two boys had reached the school bookstore on the
far edge of campus.  Jason had registered for classes on-line over the
summer so his books were waiting for him when he arrived. They had already
been paid for and having them in his hands was his first tangible proof he
had that this wasn't all some dream or joke.  He parted with some of the
$50 Craig had given him to buy a backpack and a soda.  He asked Tyler if he
was going to get anything but he just said no, he was fine.  Besides, he'd
left his wallet at the house.
	As they left the bookstore it was starting to get late.  Tyler
asked if Jason was hungry, and he said he was, not having eaten since that
morning.
	"Let's go to Manzetti's," Tyler suggested.  "It's a cool place just
off campus to hang out.  Mr. Manzetti is known for his sauces."
	Jason wasn't keen on eating out, since he'd have to pay and only
had about $25 dollars left.  But, Tyler had been really nice to him and he
wanted to return the favor.
	Manzetti's was in a great location on the edge of campus and tried
to cater to a variety of student tastes.  The walls were filled with an
eclectic collection of sports memorabilia from the university team, mixed
with the soccer teams in Italy that Mr. Manzetti still followed.
Mr. Manzetti had come to the US years ago to open his small business, and
most of the food still retained Italian overtones.  He was in his late
50's, a burly man with a prominent belly from too many years of sampling
his own creations.  His face was red and eyes still twinkled brightly on
his friendly face, topped with thinning gray hair.
	Manzetti's, like the rest of campus, was fairly empty when they
arrived.  Tyler waved to the said hello to the owner as they walked in took
their seats, and Mr. Manzetti smiled back, genuinely glad to see Tyler.
Jason's stomach was beginning to rumble as his nose sampled the smells
coming from the kitchen. A few minutes later, Mr. Manzetti walked over to
their table with two plump foot-long hot dogs and two thick vanilla shakes.
Tyler introduced Jason.
	"So, you're in the frat with Tyler?" Mr. Manzetti asked, wiping his
hands on a towel.  Jason had just bitten into his dog, which was so plump
that a burst of warm, spicy juices had squirted into his mouth and dribbled
down his chin.  He nodded as he chewed and tried to clean himself.
	"Jason's fresh off the bus Mr. Manzetti," Tyler said, biting into
his own dog.  "Just got in today."
	"Is that so?" Mr. Manzetti said thoughtfully.  "So he hasn't
been..." he let the words trail off, raising his eyebrows to Tyler, who
shook his head.
	"Nah, not until Saturday."
	Mr. Manzetti nodded.  "Well you'll have to come back and visit
during the school year Jason.  There's always something good to eat at
Manzetti's!"
	"Thanks, I will."
	Mr. Manzetti walked off and Jason ate with his new big brother.
They talked about which teachers to avoid, shortcuts between buildings, the
usual.  As they were finishing up, Mr. Manzetti walked over to their table.
"Tyler can you come in the back with me for a second?  I've got something I
want to show you."
	"Sure Mr. Manzetti," Tyler replied.  "Dude, hang out here for a
sec.  I'll be right back."
	Tyler disappeared with the restaurant owner and Jason sat
patiently, munching on a huge dill pickle that had come with his meal.
After about 20 minutes, he was beginning to wonder if he'd been ditched
when Tyler reappeared.  His hair was slightly messed up and his face was a
little flushed, but he had a goofy grin on his handsome face.
	"Hey man, you ready to get back?" he asked.
	"Sure.  Hey man, you've got a little milkshake on your chin," Jason
said, pointing to a small dribble of white, foamy liquid at the corner of
Tyler's mouth.
	"Hmm?  Oh, thanks dude," Tyler said, wiping his chin with this
fingers and licking them clean.  "Ready?"
	As Tyler started to walk towards the door, a sudden thought
occurred to Jason.  "Hey wait a second, we still need to pay."
	"No, it's taken care of."
	"I thought you didn't have any money?"
	"Mr. Manzetti and the frat have an arrangement, sort of a revolving
account that doesn't involve cash," Tyler grinned.  "That's what makes this
such a great place to eat.  You'll usually find at least one of the
brothers hanging out here."
	They got back to the house as it was getting dark.  It had filled
up with more frat boys while they'd been gone.  The upperclassmen were
noisily greeting each other, swapping stories of their summers, running up
and down the stairs, and horsing around like young men in their late teens
and early 20's do.  Tyler escorted Jason back to his room and said
goodnight before running off to say hello to his buds.  "Tomorrow's your
physical exam, but don't sweat it," he said.  "We've all had one and it's
the one test you'll have this year where you don't need to study.  Night
Jason!"
	Jason entered his room.  Eric and Sebastian were there and Jason
saw that the rest of his pledge class had arrived.  Orochi Lee was a small,
Japanese exchange student.  He was friendly, but still struggling with
English and spoke with a thick accent.  When asked something he didn't know
how to answer, he would smile broadly and nod his head in a small bow.
Jason was able to learn that he'd left his family in Japan yesterday and
that this was his first trip to America.
	Rodney was a friendly and expressive young guy, a club kid with
dark spiky hair.  Girls would have called his face 'adorable' with a button
nose, brown eyes and dimples when he smiled.  His skin appeared flawless
and he had several tuffs of chest hair spilling out of the top of his shirt
and his arms and legs were also covered in dark hair.  He said he couldn't
wait to start throwing frat parties and nailing all the pussy he could
find.
	Kurt was one of those guys who had come up a winner in the genetic
lottery.  He was tall and lean, with a perfect face, square jaw, flawless
skin, and a chiseled little gymnast body.  The kind of guy that girls just
melted over.  His blue eyes and perfectly white teeth rounded out the
package.  As it turned out, he also had a GPA that almost rivaled Jason's.
	The guys shot the shit with each other for a few hours, getting to
know each other and trying to determine their place in the pecking older.
Jason and Orochi were the quiet ones, but Jason also liked that Kurt was
very smart.  Rodney and Sebastian were competing for class clown, and it
was clear that Eric thought he was the alpha male of this pack.  Jason
thought they'd be a fun bunch of guys to live with.  Eventually, they
decided to go to bed.  Jason was tired after his exciting day and it wasn't
long after he climbed under the covers that he quickly fell asleep.''

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