Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2012 09:54:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: DELTA IOTA KAPPA 13

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			     DELTA IOTA KAPPA

			      by Macout Mann



				Chapter 13

			       Baucum's Fall



The lead story in Monday's "Parrot" announced that Baucum's Outstanding
Student Trophies would be awarded during the Fall Term, and described the
method to be used in choosing the students who would receive them.
Typically, the undergraduates didn't attach the importance to them that the
administration did, but at least the announcement wasn't met with outright
derision.  The Dean of Students did feel that over the years the trophies
would gain in prestige and in time would become one of the most coveted
awards a student could attain.

The top scholars in each class were already known, of course, and the
coaches and faculty advisors had three weeks to submit their nominees.
Baucum's office would then tabulate the scores for scholarship and
extra-curricular participation, and the names of the top ten students in
each class would then be submitted for a vote by their peers.  Meanwhile
academic life moved ahead, as did the students' other pursuits.

George continued to mentor Max Paxton and to continue to enjoy getting head
from him.

Max continued to progress both academically and athletically.  His coaches
felt he would make first string next year if not before the end of this
season.  Sanderson was mauled by Georgia Tech in the opener, but would
manage two wins before the season ended.  Max played a representative
amount of time.

James' and George's friendship deepened, since they were now roommates.
They also had three classes together.

Jessica seemed to have become more beautiful since last year.  The
relationship between her and James continued to blossom, although James
feared it would end in terrible disappointment for her.  He hoped not.

George became involved with a freshman girl from Connecticut.  Auburn
haired and hazel eyed, she didn't have Jessica's hang ups about sex before
marriage, for which George was most grateful.

And the pledge class progressed according to plan, for which Jerry Squires
was most grateful.



Not quite forty percent of the sophomore, junior, and senior classes voted
in the Outstanding Student elections.  You had to make an effort to vote.
That was how it was intended.  For a week, to vote a student had to go by a
room in the Union, show his i.d. card, and cast his vote.  Then the final
tabulations were made.

The winners were announced and the trophies presented at Chapel.  Two of
the three were DIKas, James and Dick Winslow.  The junior award went to a
girl, an Alpha Phi.  All three were invited to dinner at Dean Baucum's
house.

The dinner was adequate.  Roast Beef with mashed potatoes and green peas.
No cocktails or wine with dinner, of course.  Lots of iced tea.  Baucum
tried to be the congenial host, but it just didn't come off.  The girl was
a music major whom neither of the boys knew and Baucum had nothing in
common with any of them.  As the evening came to a close he did say he
wanted to get to know each of them better, but the three students thought
that would be the end of it.

So James was surprised to get a note from the dean asking him to drop by a
few days later.  This time he was treated to hot chocolate in Baucum's
library, and James couldn't help but notice the large number of Christian
movies in the dean's videotape collection.  The dean allegedly was very
interested in James progress at school, asking him about his classes, why
he was pursuing debate and tennis, and what his career goals were.  But
then he began to quiz James about his choice of a fraternity and what it
was about DIKa that particularly appealed to him.

James responded very generally, and in conclusion he said, "You know, if
you have the opportunity to join the one organization on campus that
everybody says is number one, you jump at it."  Then to change the subject,
he added, "You have a very interesting movie collection, Dean Baucum.
Maybe you'd let me borrow some."

"Oh, I don't think a young man like you would find them very interesting,"
Baucum answered. "They're mostly to reinforce my faith and the calling to
the Savior that I feel."

James detected a false note in the dean's protest.  He was not sure why,
but it just didn't seem to square with his usual demeanor.  "Doesn't the
faith of all of us need reinforcement?" he asked.



After James had gone, Baucum stared at his video collection.  He also
clawed his crotch but at the same time cursed his hardening dick.  "God,"
he prayed, "give me strength."  But he knew Satan would overcome his best
intentions.  He selected a film, called "Billy's Bud."  He opened his fly
and jacked off, as he watched the handsome young sailor taken advantage of
by the cruel master-at-arms on the deck of an Eighteenth Century British
Frigate.  "God, why can't you answer my prayer?" he thought.



As it happened, Ronald Cockrell visited the campus the next day and came to
see James.  James was still his favorite, and their relationship had grown
far beyond Cockrell's need to satisfy his desire for young dick. The two of
them stripped, cuddled, and sucked each other.  They also talked about a
number of things.  On this visit James mentioned his contacts with the Dean
of Students.

"That damned son-of-a-bitch came here trying to screw DIKa," Cockrell said.
"I thought last term the board had put him down, but I guess not.  I think
he's trying to use you some way, probably to ingratiate himself and get you
to invite him here or to divulge some of our secrets."

James then told him about the conversation he and Baucum had about the
movies, and how strange he thought Baucum's reaction was.

"That does seem weird, Cockrell responded.  "If he's as high as he says he
in on maintaining a "Christian Atmosphere" at the school, he ought to be
more than anxious to share his films with you.

"Of course, I don't find anything unchristian about Sanderson, but he seems
to have a different idea than most of us have of what Christianity is.

"Do me a favor," Cockrell asked.  "String him along, and keep me posted."
He reached for James' dick and said that he had to taste it one more time
before he had to go.  James didn't resist.

George found him still naked, when he came in from practice a half-hour
later.  "I met Mr. Cockrell coming into the house," he teased.  "I can see
where he was coming from.  You're a real slut, James."

"Well," James replied in his best falsetto, "you won't give me what I
need."

"I aint no fuckin' queer," George answered in his best Texas Cowboy.

They both collapsed and shared in laughter, as only two great friends can.



The Delta Iota Kappa House was built in 1899.  It was the first building on
the Eastern Shore to have electric lights throughout.  There was a
generator below ground that looked like a small steam engine and provided
enough current to make the house the envy of the peninsula.  When an
electric utility finally arrived, it found that the wiring of the house was
sufficient for connection without alteration.  In the intervening years, of
course, the electric service had been updated and electronic services had
been installed.

Yet one aspect of the house had not changed.  The residence suites had not
been altered, and it was with the original concept of brotherhood in mind
that they were designed.  The quarters of the six officers on the main
floor consisted of a study/office entered from the hall with a small
bedroom adjacent.  There was a communal bath.  In 1899, private bathrooms
were undreamed of.  There were ten three-room suites for the other seniors.
Each study was entered from the hall with small bedrooms to each side.  The
remainder of the suites opened into a bedroom shared by the roommates, with
a shared study to the side.

So when George and Max studied together, they could remain in the study,
while James might go to bed in the room leading to the hall.  The fellows
could do more than study there; or they could also come into the bedroom to
get together, if they chose.  That was the DIKa way.

This night Max was especially horny.  James was only pretending to sleep.
Max led George into the bedroom by his dick.  Both were only partially
dressed, a condition that was remedied in short order.  In bed Max gobbled
down George's tasty pickle and seemed to chomp on it ferociously, as James
giggled to himself.

"Don't eat it all gone," George whispered.  "You'll want some more by
tomorrow."

Max interrupted himself just long enough to answer.  "There'll always be
more, you hot motherfucker."

It's hard for some men to understand the addictive power a hard dick can
have on some guys, and George was one of these.  It just didn't make sense
to him that Max was eternally in need of having a male prong down his
throat or up his ass, and didn't seem to care if his partner reciprocated
or not.  George, of course, appreciated the attention, but...

"Want me to suck on you a while?" he asked.

Pulling off, Max answered, "What I want you to do is wake up James."

"Wake up James?"  George was in the dark.

"I never told you," Max responded.  "When James and me drove to Dallas, he
admitted that he was gay and we got together.  Right now I want one of you
fucking me while I suck the other one."

"You do, do you?"  James pretended to have just been awakened.

"Fuckin' ay," Max said.

"O.K. with me, if it's o.k. with George."

"Join the party," George chuckled.  Then to Max, he asked, "Who do you want
where?"

I've already been sucking you," Max said.  "You can have my ass."

Max was loose enough not to need more than a good application of spit
between his cheeks, which George generously applied.  George waited for
James to get into position, then he rammed his pole home.  That's how Max
liked to take it.  James stuffed his dick into Max's face, and took Max's
dick into his own mouth.  That's how he liked to take it.  Then began the
dance of the dicks, first in waltz time then a samba and finally a jig.
George pounding Max's ass while James frantically fucked his face and
licked his manhood until all three released their cream almost
simultaneously.

They lay exhausted for a time, then a super-satisfied Max finally gathered
up his clothes and his books and headed out.  The other two lay together
for the rest of the night.



It wasn't long before James received another invitation from Baucum.  Now
an undercover agent, he eagerly accepted.  It was for a Sunday afternoon.

This time it was Coke or Sprite.  He chose Sprite.  No caffeine.  Almost at
once the conversation turned to DIKa.  "I'd love to visit you at the
D. I. K. House," Baucum said.

"Maybe I can arrange that," James replied.  "You are welcome, of course, to
visit us anytime; but for you to visit me and my roommate, George, in our
room...well, there are rules about that."

"Staff tells me that Mr. Cockrell, one of our trustees, visits there
often," Baucum probed.

"Staff ought to keep their goddamned mouths shut," James thought, but
responded, "Why of course, Mr. Cockrell is a brother, you know."

The telephone rang.  "Let me change phones," Baucum told the caller after a
moment.  "Excuse me please, James," he said.

James noticed that one of the videotapes on the dean's shelf was slightly
out of alignment.  He didn't remember that being so before.  So he quickly
pulled out "Christ's Vision" and discovered that the film the box contained
was in fact "Billy's Bud."  No way for James to know what the film was
about, of course, but it sure as hell wasn't about Christ.  He quickly
switched the contents with a box containing "The Miracle on Massengail
Avenue."

When Baucum returned, he continued to press James about DIKa and James
continued to be evasive.  But as the meeting grew to a close, James, true
to his commission, said how much he had enjoyed the conversation and how
much he would like to visit again.  Then, looking at the shelf of films, he
added, "I'd still like to borrow one of your movies, Mr. Baucum.  This one
looks interesting, 'The Miracle on Massengail Avenue.'  Would you lend that
to me?"

"Oh...," Baucum pretended to hesitate, "I suppose so.  I don't know that a
young fellow like you would find it all that interesting.  But take it."



That night James and George watched. There was scant connection between
what they were seeing and the Melville novel from which the title, "Billy's
Bud," was plucked.  What story there was did take place on a British Naval
Vessel.  But the ship was a gay sailor's paradise.  Everybody sucked and
fucked everybody.  And like "Billy Budd," there was a court martial and
conviction; but instead of death, Billy's punishment was to be corn-holed
by all of his shipmates in turn.

The next morning James called Ronald Cockrell.  Cockrell immediately
formulated a plan to embarrass Baucum to the point that he would have to
resign in disgrace.  He called Bob Riley to enlist his cooperation.

After explaining what James had told him and outlining his plan, he said,
"You're the president, Bob, and it's your call.  What do you think?"

"I remember the scene that son-of-a-bitch pulled last Spring.  It's high
time he got the fucking he deserves," Bob answered enthusiastically.

Together they sketched out the plan in detail.  Then Bob got with James to
set it in motion.

James next called the Dean of Students.  "Mr. Baucum," he said, "I've
talked with our president, Bob Riley, and told him about the film you lent
me.  He thinks it would be a great idea for you to come to dinner with us
on Saturday.  I can show you around, and after dinner we can show the film
to the brothers."

"Why, thank you, James.  That would be a pleasure."  Baucum couldn't
believe his good fortune.  He would get browning points for promoting his
fundamentalist viewpoint, and he'd get to poke around the DIKa House.  He
was sure they were hiding something dire behind all their secret doings.

"Don't be disappointed if not all the house turns up for the movie," James
cautioned.  "It will be Saturday night, after all, and the football game
will be away."

At the weekly chapter meeting, Bob explained what was going to happen.  He
made it clear that nothing sexual was to go on Saturday evening, and that
James and the dean might drop in on any of them.  He appointed eighteen
brothers to attend the screening, which would be in the game room.  He did
say that any one who wanted to see the film all the way through could
remain after the meeting, and James would screen it for them.  He
especially wanted the eighteen that he had appointed to remain.  He also
asked that those not appointed to remain after dinner Saturday either go to
their rooms or preferably find something do elsewhere on campus, and he
instructed the mentors to order the pledges to get lost.

Friday, Ronald Cockrell called the President of the University.  He said
that he was pleased that DIKa was undertaking a new religious emphasis
program and would like the president to join him for its inauguration the
following evening.  They could have dinner.  And perhaps the president
would like to bring the Dean of Men along.

The trap was set.



Saturday at four-thirty, James was already in the common room awaiting the
arrival of his guest.  The Dean of Students was on time, and James wasted
no time in beginning the tour.  They passed through the public rooms and
into the corridor where the officers' quarters were.  James knocked on Bob
Riley's door.  Bob asked them in and the three of them chatted briefly.

As they headed up stairs, Baucum said, "By the way, how did you like
'Massengail Avenue?'"

"Oh, I haven't seen it yet," James lied.  "I thought we'd all wait and look
at it together."

James quite randomly guided the dean to the suites of several brothers,
including pledges and their mentors.  They explained how the system worked.
They visited a senior suite and explained how seniors were accorded greater
privacy.  They wound up in James' and George's pad, where the two
sophomores explained that sophomores and seniors got to choose their
roommates, and related how the two of them had become friends almost from
the first day they came to Sanderson.

Baucum did find it strange that the doors to the suites accessed the
bedrooms rather than the studies.  "A practical matter," James responded.
"We have a communal bath, and it's easier to get to it in the middle of the
night, if you wake up and have to go."

Promptly at six o'clock, the three of them descended to the common room,
where once again Baucum was outraged by being offered the ritual glass of
Dickel.  He held his tongue, however, mindful of the problems he had
encountered in the previous term.

Then, without ceremony the door opened and Cockrell, the President of the
University, and the Dean of Men entered.  Bob Riley rushed to greet them.
"President Connover, this is a surprise!  Dean Turnbull, great to see you
here!  Mr. Cockrell.  Welcome.  We are just having our toddy before dinner.
Please join us."

The Dean of Men quite comfortably passed among the DIKas, greeting those
that he knew and introducing himself to those he didn't.  Cockrell was well
known to all but a very few pledges.  Riley undertook the task of
shepherding the president around.  Conviviality reigned.

"Did you know they were going to be here?" Baucum asked James.

"Why no," James answered, "but old boys, like Mr. Cockrell, often bring
guests.  They like to show off the house, and they're still proud to be
DIKas."

Dinner was served.  Baucum sat between James and George.  Dean Turnbull sat
with Dick Winslow and a couple of other jocks.  Cockrell sat with pledges
Jensen and Saxby.  President Connover sat next to Bob Riley.  Normally
Riley would have asked the president to "say a few words," but he was
afraid the president would say something about the "religious emphasis"
that the fraternity was about to undertake, so after grace was said, there
was no further word from the chair, until dessert and coffee had been
consumed.

"Gentlemen," Riley rose to speak, "for those of you who can stay, we have a
treat in store.  Dean Baucum has lent one of the titles from his extensive
film collection to us, and I'm sure we'll find it uplifting.  Brother James
Winthrop will screen it in the game room in a few minutes.  So please stay,
if you can."

"What an excellent idea," Cockrell said, and he led the way to the game
room, followed by Riley and President Connover.

Soon the group that was to see the film had gathered.  James dimmed the
lights, but not too low.  Then he pressed "play."

The screen will filled with the billowing sails of a ship of the line.
Baucum's face turned ashen.  "Hot and Hard Films presents," the title read
as the music swelled.  "Billy's Bud."

"No!" Baucum was trying to scream but his voice was barely audible.

The frame dissolved to the main deck, where a cabin boy was happily giving
head to a foretopman.  "Yar!  Suck him good, matey," an onlooker cried.

"This isn't my film!"  Baucum finally found his voice.  "I lent you "The
Miracle on Massengail Avenue!"  What are you up to, anyway?"

James stopped the tape and turned up the lights.  "This is the film that
was in this box, and the box does say "The Miracle on Massengail Avenue."

"You substituted your vile pornography for my good Christian story."
Baucum was beside himself.

"No, dean, I substituted your `vile pornography,' as you call it, for 'The
Miracle on Massengail Avenue.'  'Billy's Bud' was in a box labeled
'Christ's Vision.'

"When I first showed an interest in your film collection, I thought you
acted very strangely.  And the next time you invited me to your house, I
noticed that 'Christ's Vision' was misaligned on the shelf.  So I looked,
and saw what was really inside the box.  I knew that you wouldn't lend me
'Christ's Vision,' so I switched the contents with the `Miracle' box."

"You lie!" Baucum shouted.

"Just a moment," Cockrell calmly interjected.  "I think it will be very
easy to see who is lying.  If we go to your house and find a 'Vision' box
with the 'Miracle' film in it, that would pretty much prove what young
Winthrop is saying is true.  Otherwise, it would suggest that he is lying,
and should be expelled."

"Yes, Dean Baucum," President Connover said.  "I feel that this is a very
serious situation.  After all, if I recall correctly, this young man did
receive one of your outstanding student trophies.  The veracity of such a
student shouldn't easily be dismissed.

"On the other hand," he continued, "we all have our, shall we say
`peccadilloes,' but a fondness for pornography, especially homosexual
pornography, in one who has shown himself to be without tolerance for gay
students—that is very troubling.

"I think Mr. Cockrell's suggestion is a good one.  Will you take us to your
house to see?"

There were twenty-three men in the room.  All seemed to be holding their
breath until Baucum finally spoke.  "No," he moaned, "that will not be
necessary.  What the boy says is true."

Another pause.

"I shall expect your immediate resignation on my desk first thing Monday
morning," President Connover commanded.  "Dean Turnbull, I shall be
appointing you Acting Dean of Students, effective Monday."

"May I say something, sir?" President Riley asked.

His voice trembled a bit as he continued to speak.  "Mr. Baucum, we have
felt that you have had a vendetta against Delta Iota Kappa from the
beginning.  Mr. Winthrop thought that your attempt to befriend him was for
the purpose of gaining access to our house in the hope of finding some
unethical behaviors or unseemly conduct.  And today we gave you the access
that you sought.  I ask you to declare that you found nothing not
completely above board in Delta Iota Kappa."

"Mr. Baucum?" President Connover inquired.

"I declare it."



Driving away from the DIKa House, Cockrell, Connover, and Turnbull were all
somber.  Finally President Connover broke the silence.  "You really got to
me on that one, didn't you?"

"He was a mistake from the word `go,'" Cockrell replied.  "Best to let him
hang himself."

"Well, I can't be angry about it.

"And you've been a damned good trustee," the president continued.  "I don't
know what they're going to do when you rotate off the board."

"Oh I've got a candidate in mind," Cockrell mused.

"Really?"

"I'm going to recommend that the board elect the Honorable Simon Blaylock
of Boston."



Not many weeks later, the pledge class of 1979 was joyfully initiated, and
the Fall Term began to wind down.  James got with Eric Jensen and with
Hunter Saxby, beginning enjoyable relationships with both.  He squired
Jessica to the Junior Prom, after he and George had begun the evening by
treated their dates to dinner at the Clapboard Inn.  And his skills in
debate and tennis both continued to mature.

Peyton Turnbull was appointed permanent Dean of Students and the search for
a new Dean of Men began.



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