Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2006 19:43:11 -0400
From: Jonathan <jonathan3381@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eta Theta Nu Omega - Chapter 1

This is my first attempt so please be kind.  I do have a direction in mind
as to where this is going, but suggestions are always welcome.  With that
said, enjoy.

JT

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Introduction

Eta Theta Nu Omega wasn't the type of fraternity that you would tell your
mother you were accepted into.  Actually, you wouldn't tell your father
either.  Or your grandparents, or...well, let's just say that you wouldn't
tell anyone who wasn't a brother, or a
gay-horny-as-hell-gym-bound-binging-sex-freak.  And that's putting it
mildly.

So thus begins my story.  I 'graduated' from the University of Southern
California in 2004, and I was the only two-term president of ETNU, as well
as the only brother in the 74 year history of the frat that scored 479 out
of 500 while rushing.  Because of all this, I've been allowed to bring you
into the fraternity of Eta Theta Nu Omega, which until now has been unknown
to anyone who isn't a brother.

Chapter 1 - Breaking the Silence

Considering that I had never been a gym rat, I was always surprised at how
good I looked when I didn't have anything on.  Since I was 10, I could
always remember being horny, and when you're 10, you can jack off without
cumming.  If that was a course at school, my grades would have been in the
A range, rather than the low B's.  It was when I was 15, I walked in on my
cousin, he was 19, while he was changing after a pick-up basketball game.
That was the first time I even became aware of Eta Theta Nu Omega.

"Hey, CJ.  What's the tat across your back?"  "Hey there's my buddy!  How's
it goin' Jayce?"  "Horned up as usual...how's that girl of yours?"  "She
left me for some fuckin MBA student."  "Shit.  Sorry man."  "Eh.  No
worries.  Anyway, I get a good suck anytime anyway."  "Fuckin nice."  "Oh
yeah!  South Cal is sweet.  Oh hey!  What's it that you asked me?  About my
tat?"  "Yeah?  You didn't have that when you were here last summer.  You
get it at South Cal?"  "Sort of..." said CJ, as he quickly pulled his
hoodie back up over his head.

Now, what has to be understood is that CJ and I had always had a very close
relationship.  We had been arrested together, for public fornication (I was
12 and CJ was 16) for 69-ing in the high school parking lot.  To say that
our families were 'put out' (my father was English) would be an
understatement.  We were forbidden to see each other, or speak to each
other for the remainder of the year.

Though, as most teenagers do, we found a way.  It was particularly
difficult to keep us away from each other, since we attended schools
side-by-side.  It was CJ's older sister, Rhianna, that was our accomplice.
Rhianna had always thought I was cute, and so she always helped me out when
she could.  When she found out that the two of us had been blowing each
other, she grinned from ear-to-ear, and had been the one to bail us out of
the local jail.

So keeping this in mind, I was surprised when CJ pulled his hoodie on so
quickly to hide the tattoo.  And then for the next five minutes was being
very evasive about the entire subject.  It wasn't until I had CJ cornered
in the kitchen, between the fridge and the counter, that I managed to get
an answer.

"CJ, you've never kept secrets from me.  Shit!  You let me watch you fuck
Diane.  What's up with the tattoo?"  CJ sighed, and slid down the fridge to
sit on the floor.  He rested his chin on his knees, and motioned for me to
join him.  "You can't tell anyone.  If anybody finds out that I told you I
could be ejected."  "Fuck, CJ.  All this because of four symbols on your
shoulder?"  "Yeah.  Okay.  You remember you're uncle Richard?"  "Your
mother's brother?"  "Yeah."  "Yeah.  Why?"  "Well, he has the same tattoo."
"Yeah, so...fuck, CJ."  "Okay, okay.  Eta Theta Nu Omega."  "Eta Theta
what?"  "Eta Theta Nu Omega.  It's a fraternity, or rather the only
fraternity for horny men."  "Shit.  CJ, any fraternity is for horny men."
"Horny gay men."  I smiled.  I'd been jacking off to images of guys since
age 10, then when we had 69-ed I knew I was gay.  CJ had never admitted it,
which is why I always asked about his girl.  Finally he admitted that he
was gay.  I leaned in and kissed CJ on the lips.  "Fuck, Jayce."  "Be
careful what you ask for, you might just get it," and I ran my left hand
down my chest and grabbed my crotch.  "Damn, boy!"  I laughed.  "Okay, so,
Eta Theta Nu Omega.  A fraternity for horny gay men.  What's so fucking
secretive about that?"  "Oh, Jayce.  It's not the fraternity that's secret.
It's what it's for, that's secret.  Each year only ten pledges are selected
out of the new intake of freshmen.  Of those ten, only one...just one, is
initiated into ETNU."  "Okay, CJ.  But why so much secrecy around this.
It's not like it's that strange.  Albeit that it's very exclusive, and
there can't be that many members if they only accept one each year, and
that you need to meet certain criteria.  What is the fucking problem with
talking about it??!"

CJ smiled, and put his hands on my shoulders.  Suddenly, a wave of nausea
crept over me, and it was all I could do to keep from throwing up.  Then,
as suddenly as it crept in, it was gone.  But in its place was the most
incredible sense of confidence.  Without debating, I leant forward and
started to French kiss with CJ.  Looking back, he didn't seem at all
surprised.  The kissing was so sensual.  His tongue ran along the top of my
mouth, as mine explored every inch of his cheek.

Then, suddenly it was gone.  I broke it off, and fell backwards onto my
elbows, my NY cap coming off, sending my hair spilling out across my
shoulders.  I looked up at CJ, and he had this small little smile on his
face.  "What the fuck was that!?"  "That," he said, "is what they would
kill me over, and is part of being a member of ETNU entails."  "And what
exactly is that?"  "For that answer, Jayce, you'll have to go to South Cal,
and be invited to join ETNU."

After that, he helped me up, and kissed me lightly on the lips, before
heading out to his Camero.  I leaned on the doorframe of the passenger
side, and looked at him very differently.  He looked back at me, and smiled
again.  "Don't tell anyone," he said again.  "I won't.  But, you have to
tell me one thing."  "What?"  "How does one get to be invited into ETNU?"
He laughed as he turned the key in the ignition.  "You don't seek them out.
They seek out you."  "What the fuck..." but I didn't have a chance to
finish, CJ had gunned the engine, and screeched down the street.  "...does
that mean?"

Even though CJ and I never talked about it again, I couldn't stop thinking
about it.  I couldn't find anything about them on the Internet, or in the
National Directory, or even on the South Cal website.  So for the next
three years I progressed through High School, graduated with honours, and
was accepted into the psychology program of the University of Southern
California.  So, at age 18 I stepped foot for the first time on the campus
of South Cal not knowing what to expect.  My dorm room was shitty, and my
roommate was a 240lb-pizza-craving-mama's-boy whose taste in clothes could
only be described as a disaster.

By day three, I was almost regretting that my obsession with ETNU had led
me to South Cal, rather than the University of Miami.  I had just escaped
Donald's (my roommate) delivery of Pizza's by grabbing my laptop and
heading out to the quad, when my cell rang.  "Jayce Taylor?" asked the
voice.  "Yeah?"  "Are you free in say ten minutes?"  "What?  Who the fuck
is this?"  "Are you free in ten minutes?"  "Yeah, but..."  "Good.  Meet me
at the west doors to the Richview dorms.  I'll be wearing surf shorts and a
tank top."  "Great.  That describes almost everyone on campus."  "I know.
But I'll know who you are."  "Fine, but who are you."  "Someone that your
cousin says you want to meet."  Then the line went dead.

I stood in the middle of the quad, wearing cargo shorts, and no shirt.  I
adjusted my University cap (backwards naturally), threw my phone back into
my pocket, and carrying the laptop still, headed in the direction of the
Richview dorms.  I waited more than ten minutes.  Still, it could have been
worse.  It was a hot day, and almost all the guys that could (and some that
shouldn't) were shirtless, so it was a nice view.  Suddenly I was tapped on
the shoulder.

"Jayce, it's nice to see that you won't need much work."  "Much what?"
"TJ," he said as he extended his hand.  "Jayce," I said extending mine.
"But you already knew that."  "Yeah.  Your Social Security Number is
5555-89-379, born October 14, 1980 to Joseph and Maria Taylor just outside
of Boston.  Completed elementary school in 1995, and graduated from
L. Carlisle Secondary School with an average of 89 last June.  No known
vices other than fetishes related to the military, football, hockey and
skateboarding.  Lost virginity at age 11, arrested at age 12.  You've had a
blowjob from the clerk at the library yesterday afternoon, and jacked off
twice in the shower this morning.  Never had a steady boyfriend, and never
fucked a girl.  Has had a fascination with Eta Theta Nu Omega since brother
CJ broke silence and told you on July 19, 1995...or rather against
protocol, showed you on July 19."

I was stunned, but I didn't have time to recover because he went on to say,
"I'm going to be your pledge master this year.  The first rush is tonight,
9pm, at 2449 Thompson Valley Road.  If you're not there, then you'll never
hear from me again.  If you are, then you might just get to know more about
ETNU than you ever thought possible."

TJ smiled at me, nodded, and then walked down into the quad and disappeared
into the sea of people.  I don't know how long I sat on those steps, but it
was seven-thirty before I realized the time.  I rushed back to my dorm,
tossed the computer on the bed, and stripped down.  I pulled on a pair of
grey sweats, and a university hoodie before finding a matching pair of
shoes.

I grabbed my keys from my desk, along with my cap, and raced down to the
parking lot.  CJ's Camero liked the Southern Californian weather, and
besides, CJ had a Jag now, and didn't want the car.  Flooring it out of the
lot, and taking a sharp right, I punched the address into the GPS unit.  I
made it to 2449 Thompson Valley Road with four minutes to spare.  As I got
out of the car, I thought that I'd got it wrong.  I was standing in front
of an abandoned lot.  It was pitch black, and I was about to walk into the
lot when a spotlight blinded me.  Then I knew it was the right address.

"Jayce Taylor.  Welcome to the first stage of rushing for Eta Theta Nu
Omega.  Over the next four days we will know if you will become the newest
member.  Fortune smiles upon your family, Jayce, you will be the fourteenth
person from your bloodline to rush ETNU.  All have become brothers.  Do
your family proud."  "What do I need to do?" I shouted into the light, not
yet registering the fact that this was a family tradition.  "At noon
tomorrow you are to walk through the quad wearing a jockstrap."  "What?"
"After that, if deemed successful, you will be given your next set of
instructions."  The light went out before I could say anything more.  I
climbed back into the car, and saw that there was a jockstrap on the
passenger seat.  Pinned to it was a note.

Hey bro!  Glad you're driving the car, now go and do me proud!  These were
the same ones I wore.  Think about that, you horny cock sucker!  CJ

I laughed, and was so fucking horned up by the time I got back to the dorm,
I jacked off in the car spraying my cum over the dash.  I grabbed the jock
strap, and headed to my room.

I lay on my bed, lightly stroking my cock, thinking about the quad.  Then I
thought about CJ, and being in the kitchen, and the experience and feeling
of confidence that washed over me when he placed his hands on my shoulder.

That was when I knew that no matter what I had to do, I would become a
brother of Eta Theta Nu Omega.

***

This concludes chapter 1.  Jayce will have a bit more fun in chapter 2.
Well, I mean, walking around a university quad in nought but a jock
strap...there's bound to be some fun in that somewhere, right?

Cheers!

JT