Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2003 18:14:22 -0400
From: Readersstop@netscape.net
Subject: Joseph Andrew Collins - 13 (LJB)(MM 1st anal coll slow)(13!18)

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Joseph Andrew Collins
Chapter 13


"What do you mean they're not here ?"  Vince snarled.  "That boy's going to
be the death of me yet."  He looked at Brad who just shrugged his shoulders
and then he looked to me.

"I haven't seen them since Brad and I left them yesterday evening."  I
informed him.  Vince took off to the Pledge wing.  We both followed him.
The Pledges all snapped to attention when we entered the room.  Vince went
over to Chuck and Pete.

"Where are they ?"  he asked the two young men, using a calm, controlled
tone.  They looked at each other and then started to giggle like
schoolgirls.  Vince must have changed facial expression, because they
suddenly stopped and stiffened their stance.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Pledge Chuck exclaimed, "but you're not going to believe
this.  They didn't get invitations."

"What ?"  Chris roared from the doorway where he was standing.  He took off
back into the main area.  "Where are Andy and Duane ?"  he yelled out to no
one in particular, but loud enough everyone in the building had to of
heard.  A minute later, Duane appeared at the head of the stairway from the
second floor.  Chris saw him and took off toward the stairs.  "Take them to
dinner while I straighten this out."  he called back over his shoulder to
Vince.

"This can't be happening."  Brad said to me.  I put my arm around his
shoulder.  "He'll never let any of us hear the end of it."  I chuckled.
"You can afford to laugh.  You'll only be here this year.  I'm going to be
his target for the next two whole years."  Chris came back across the
lounge to where we stood.

"You were out with them last evening."  he stated and I nodded.  "You came
in and never went to your office last night or today.  Well, when Duane and
Andy tried to deliver the notices last night, none of the fab four were
home.  So, knowing how important it was they be looked after, our two
couriers put the two envelopes on your desk with a note.  They delivered
the other two this morning, secure in the knowledge that you would look
after Tick and Kirk."  I took off at a run, hit the stairs three at a time,
rounded the corner and opened my office door.  There in the middle of my
desk pad were two, large, white envelopes with a note attached outlining
what Chris had just related.  I picked them up and carried them back
downstairs.

"The question now is, how are you going to give these to them without
having this Frat appear to be a bunch of feeble minded, incompetent,
bumbling idiots ?"  I asked.  Chris, Brad and I stood there looking at each
other as the Pledges headed out the door to the cafeteria for a late
dinner.  Vince came over to us.

"I gave them an hour.  Some of them have eaten, but I told them to go
anyway."  Vince said.  I held up the two envelopes for him to see.

"Son of a bitch!"  he swore.  "How ?"  Chris explained it to him.

"I think we should go over there, give it to them, tell them we wanted them
to come in later and that's why we held back their notices."  Chris
suggested.

"Joe would read us like a cheap novel."  Brad pointed out and I agreed with
him.  "I think instead, Andrew should take them the envelopes, tell them
the truth and get it over with."

"Why me ?"  I asked.  "I'm not suppose to be active anymore, I'm here to
advise, oversee and guide."  I didn't especially want to be the sacrificial
lamb.

"I think you, for the very best of reasons."  Chris indicated.  "You're
older and more mature.  You're more experienced.  And Joe respects you and
won't make fun of you.  Once he's here in the House, he'll be under control
and won't give us a hard time."  Brad and Vince supported him.

"Spoken like true big brothers."  I noted.  "Give me the damn envelopes."
I took them back from Chris.  "I'll go, but trust me, Joe will let you
know, no matter how well you think you're protected."  I walked alone over
to Roberts Hall and up to room 202, where I knocked firmly on the door.
After a minute or so the door was opened by a glum looking Kirk.  He gazed
at me and a slight greeting smile appeared amid the gloom of his
countenance.  His gaze fell to the two envelopes I held in my hand and his
eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Yahoo!"  Vince yelled as he grabbed me, picked me up and spun me into
their room.


At precisely 6 o'clock there was a timid knock at our door.  I opened it
and found four of our Pledge brothers, or I guess now former Pledge
brothers, standing in the hallway.

"Can we come in ?"  Darryl asked and of course I ushered them into the
room.  "Chuck told me you hadn't received a return invitation either, as he
was leaving earlier.  I couldn't believe it.  We all consider you as much
one of the Brothers as any of them.  We came to tell you how sorry we all
felt about it."

"Thanks guys."  I responded.  "Sometimes these things happen for a reason.
Maybe we all have other things we are intended to do."  I tried to be
philosophical about what had happened, but the truth was I didn't
understand it.  My heart was broken and I didn't know why Brad hadn't made
contact with me to offer some support.

"Have you thought about approaching another Frat ?"  one of the other guys
asked.  "We thought we would all go together.  It'd be great if you two
joined with us."  This thought had not even crossed my mind as yet and
glancing at Kirk, I knew he hadn't considered it either.

"Where were you going to apply ?  Kirk asked.  He then told the others
about our experience last night in the Pizza Shop.

"I think the Brothers were recommending we go and see Devon Seamore at the
Alpha Gamma Gamma Fraternity."  I suggested.  "They wouldn't have let him
speak to us if they weren't endorsing his recruiting."

"That's right."  Darryl agreed.  "He also said, they were working to make
their Frat more along the traditions of the DPD too.  Their Pledge
orientation is not demeaning like what you guys saw last night."

"I think we should get the others who didn't receive second invitations and
all go to see the Alpha Gamma Gammas" Tony Ripley declared.  "We'll show
DPD those they didn't want can be just as good as they are."

"If that's the attitude you guys have," I stated, "I'm not interested in
being your Brother.  DPD didn't slight us.  We approached them, asking to
be included.  They included us right up to the point where either we had to
go, or another of our Pledge brothers had to go.  A choice was made and I
respect the Brothers more than enough, to believe they made the one best
for the Fraternity.  It might hurt to have not made our goal, but I'm
willing to accept the Brothers did what was best.  I know deep down they
didn't like doing it."  There was silence and I hoped the others were
thinking it over.

"You're right, Joe."  Darryl declared.  "The Brothers are not our
opposition.  They are still our Brothers in the spirit of Fraternity and
those who can not see that shouldn't be joining anything."  The others
acknowledged in a general consensus.  I felt much better about their
outlook.  There was a.firm knock on our door, which Kirk went to answer.

"Yahoo!"  Kirk yelled a few moments later and came spinning into the room
with Andrew held tightly in a bear hug.  Recovering himself, he set Andrew
down and stood rigidly at attention.  "Sorry, Sir."  As soon as I saw it
was Andrew, I too stood straight and the others in the room followed my
lead.

"It's okay, Kirk.  I'm glad to see you, too."  Andrew responded in his
usual calm and quiet manner.  "I see we have a gathering of the clan."
Everyone had noticed the envelopes in his hand by now and even standing at
attention you could feel the excitement level significantly increase from
those in our room.  "Relax, guys.  I'm here as a friend."

"You are welcome here anytime, Andrew."  I stated.  "Did you guys know that
Andrew is my brother, Brad's 'big Brother' and he's been one to me too for
as long as I've been coming here ?  I rely on him more than anyone else,
besides Brad."  Andrew held up the two envelopes in his hand.  I looked him
in the eyes.

"Yeah, they did."  he answered my silent question.

"Andrew has brought invitations, which were misplaced over the weekend, for
Kirk and me to return to the Frat House."  I announced, not certain how our
other guests were going to feel and react.  There was an immediate furor of
joyful shouts, hugs and pats on Kirk's and my shoulders and backs as our
four brothers rejoiced over our good fortune.

"Get your things ready."  Andrew counselled.  "You're already late and
they've had to put the schedule back an hour to accommodate us."  Andrew
drew our four colleagues to one side of the room while Kirk and I threw the
items we would require into our duffle bags.  By the time we were ready,
each of the four Andrew had been speaking with were shaking his hand and
returning the hugs he offered to each one.

"I'm as pleased for you, as I would be for myself."  Darryl told me as he
shook my hand and gave me a tight hug.  "We'll see you in a couple weeks
and talk about all the great things that are going to be going on for all
of us."  Each of the others repeated his action with both me and Kirk.
They left our room headed to find the others and then go to the AGG Frat
House.

On the way to our Frat House, Andrew filled us in on the adventures of our
invitation envelopes over the past 24 hours.  He apologized, which was
totally unnecessary, as he had done nothing wrong.

"The only one to blame here is Brad."  I declared.  Andrew started to
laugh.  "If he had been a good, thoughtful brother, he would have come over
to the dorms this afternoon to help us pack.  Then we all would have known
something was wrong, long before all the upset.  It's definitely Brad's
fault.  And Chris' too."  Andrew was laughing so hard he could hardly keep
walking.  He reached over and took me into a tight hug.

"Hey, what about me ?"  Kirk asked.  Andrew grabbed him and pulled him into
the squeeze.

"I am so pleased you two will be Brothers."  he said.  "I've never wanted
anything more since Brad was this awkward, gangly, string bean of a Pledge
and I knew right off he would be my 'little brother'.  He let us go and we
continued our walk to the House.

Kirk and I were sitting in the Pledge wing lounge when the other 10
candidates arrived back from the cafeteria.  They broke ranks when they saw
us and gathered around excitedly telling us how glad they were to have us
back.  It may have seemed surprising to an outsider, because without us
joining in, the 10 of them were fairly guaranteed of becoming the 10 new
Brothers.  But their thoughts were not about that, they were truly
overjoyed to have us return to their midst.

"Let's bring this group to order."  Pledge Master Vince called out and we
all stood to the alert.  "Now that we are finally all here, there is some
Fraternity business to be conducted, which involves the new Pledge Class.
Follow me."  We were led into the main lounge, where the full House of
Brothers had gathered and were seated in a semi- circle around the
perimeter of the room.  There were 12 chairs in two rows of 6 in the middle
of the room and we were directed to be seated in them.

After we had taken our places, President Chris, Vice-President Steve and
senior Advisor Andrew escorted Ellis Durham in his wheelchair before the
group.

"Ellis Durham has petitioned this Chapter under By-Law 7-16 for late entry
to the Pledge class."  Chris stated.

"This By-Law states, 'An applicant may petition for entry to the Pledge
Class after the closing date, if the following criteria are met:

a) The applicant must meet the same requirements that all members of the
Pledge Class have met,

b) The applicant must be equal to or greater than the average level
established by the Chapter for Pledges of the current grouping,

c) The applicant must be sponsored by an active Brother from each year
level, resident in the Frat House,

d) The applicant must be sponsored by one of the current Pledge Class
members,

e) The applicant must have the support of a majority of those Pledges
remaining in the Class at the time of his application for entry.

 Candidate Ellis Durham has been tested and meets the criteria of items 'a'
and 'b'."  Steve announced.

"Is there a sponsor within the Brotherhood at the fourth year level, who
will stand for this applicant ?"  Chris asked.  There was a pause as the
Brothers considered the application.

"I will stand for this applicant."  Harry Stiles, a fourth year Brother
stood and stated.

"Is there a sponsor within the Brotherhood at the third year level, who
will stand for this applicant ?"  Chris asked.

"I will stand for this applicant."  Vince Willows, a third year Brother and
the current Pledge Master stood and stated.

"Is there a sponsor within the Brotherhood at the second year level, who
will stand for this applicant ?"  Chris asked.  There was a pause again,
but no one stood or spoke.  Chris asked the question once again.  There was
still no response.  I looked around the room at the second year Brothers.
It was apparent to me that the second year Brothers were hesitant because
they had already made their minds up about choosing 'little brothers' since
the Friday night Beer Fest.  I raised my hand to ask a question.

"I'm sorry Joe, you don't meet the criteria of a second year Brother just
yet."  Steve commented and the other Brother chuckled.  I stood up.

"Excuse me, Sir."  I said to Chris.  "I need to speak to Brother Andrew."
He gave me a questioning look and then nodded his head.  I went over to
Andrew and told him what was on my mind.

"Sandy."  Andrew called and Sandy Urich came over to us.

"Joe and I know that it has been your wish to become Joe's 'big brother',"
Andrew told Sandy, "and it is something Joe has looked forward to
happening."  Sandy and I glanced at each other and grinned.
"Unfortunately, the nature of the training Joe is going to be taking is
going to make that impossible."  Sandy looked stricken as if someone had
taken his new bicycle.

"I'm really sorry, Sandy."  I told him.  "We are still going to be the best
of friends, but we can also share a project, which will give us the
opportunity to work together regularly, in addition to out martial arts."
He brightened.  "If you will sponsor Ellis as a second year Brother, I will
sponsor him as a Pledge candidate.  He is going to need lots of support and
we can both work together with him."

"If that's the best we can do, Joe," Sandy said, "then that's what we'll
make happen."  We returned to our seats and Sandy and I both offered our
sponsorship, which was accepted.

"Ellis is going to make a statement to the Pledge Class and then they may
adjourn to the Pledge wing for 15 minutes for any discussion they wish to
have."  Chris stated.

"I've worked hard to adapt to my disability and become a champion."  Ellis
stated.  "As an only child, I've had the benefit of my parent's total
attention and support.  As wonderful as that has been, it has some
significant drawbacks.  I'm self-oriented, because I've never had to be
otherwise.  I'm demanding and often shortsighted, but there's really no
need to list my negatives, because if you allow me to have this chance, you
may see them all too soon.  On the other side, I believe I can be a good
friend and I'd like a chance to be a good brother, if you're willing to
show me how.  Thank you Joe and the rest of you for being willing to give
me a chance.  I leave my fate in the hands of my brothers."

We, the Pledge Class, adjourned to the lounge in our wing and discussed
accepting Ellis.  It was not a hard sell.  Everyone in the Class was
willing to give him a chance.  I feared some of them didn't take him
seriously.  I talked about the need to be willing to help him, even when
his stubbornness didn't want any help.  RAT was openly sceptical about
Ellis' ability to fit in, but again, was still willing to give him a
chance.  When we were paged to return to the main lounge, it was to accept
a new Pledge brother.

"All right, guys."  Pledge Master Vince caught our attention after the
Pledge Class had returned and grouped in the lounge of the Pledge wing.
"Your activities this week are going to be different then last week in some
ways, but the same in a lot more.  Starting tomorrow, after your classes
and/or practices are finished, you report either here to Brother Andrew, or
in the Library to me.  Schoolwork, homework, research, projects, or
studying and the like will be done, until everyone meets in the cafeteria
at 6:p.m. for dinner.  An hour later, you will be here for evening
assignments.  Your entire evening will be taken up here tomorrow, Tuesday,
Wednesday and Thursday, so don't make any other plans."

"You will continue to be paired for the next four days, 24 hours at a
stretch.  Sleeping arrangements remain the same, even though there will be
a surplus of beds and rooms.  Get to know your brothers.  There will be no
mute periods, but a Brother may question you about your twin at any time,
so be ready to answer questions.  Brother Steve is currently handing out a
new package of Lifesavers to each of you and collecting leftovers from last
week.  You better have them with you, or it's going to cost you."

As Pledge Master Vince finished speaking, a group of 10 Brothers entered
the room.  They were the second year class.  We all stood as they came in,
but were told to be seated.

"The Pledge Class members are about to be matched up with second year
Brothers in a 'big Brother/little Brother' pairing.  For the next 15
minutes, you are going to have a chance to get re-acquainted with each
other since the Beer Fest last Friday night.  Pledges Joe, Kirk and RAT
will not be paired in this grouping."  Everyone started to mix and talk.
Many of the pairings had been pretty well determined on Friday night.  I
went over with Ellis.

"How am I going to find a 'big brother'?"  Ellis asked me.  "I don't really
know any of these guys."

"I've already chosen one for you."  I said.  He gave me a strange look,
somewhere between relief and displeasure.  "Sandy wanted to be my 'big
brother', because we're such good friends, but he's agreed to pair with
you.  Make sure that you don't get the best of this deal."  Sandy came over
and the three of us talked for the allotted 15 minutes.  By the time we
were called to re-assemble, Sandy and Ellis were doing well together.

The match-ups were complete.  No one had to be assigned to another;
everyone got to have the individual they mutually chose.  Everyone that is,
except for Kirk, RAT and me.  We were still on our own.

"Joe, you have remarked several times how Andrew has been both your
brother, Brad's 'big brother' and also one to you."  Vince declared.  "Well
seeing as that relationship is already in position, Andrew decided to
formalize it and accept you as his second 'little brother'.  Do you accept
this pairing ?  I accepted with no hesitation as Andrew entered the room
and came over to stand beside me."

"Kirk, you already have a tight relationship with Brad and he has offered
to take you as his second 'little brother'.  Do you accept this pairing ?"
Kirk accepted with a big smile on his face and Brad came in and stood by
him.

"RAT, nobody here wanted to be your 'big brother'," Vince said with a big
smile on his face that made everyone know it wasn't true, "so I finally
broke down having lost the coin flip and agreed to take you as my 'little
brother'.  Do you accept this pairing ?"

"Are you sure no one else could be found ?"  RAT questioned, as some of the
others laughed.  "Did you ask maybe at some of the other Frats ?"  More
laughter.

"No, I didn't think about that."  Vince admitted.  "Let's hold off so I
have a chance to check that out.  They can have you on weekends and we'll
keep you during the week."  Many found his new approach amusing.

"Never mind."  RAT declared.  "It's not worth all the trouble.  I'll
accept.  We'll just consider it a mercy thing."

"Thank you."  Vince granted.  "I appreciate you seeing how much trouble you
are to me."  RAT gave up in defeat amid chuckles from the group.  "Pledges,
it is getting late and showers still are required.  Your twin for the next
24 hours is your new 'big brother'.  He will tell you the rules and you are
now dismissed."

It was a shock to all the Pledges that they were now twinned with their
'big brother'.  I don't think any of us had expected this, but in my case I
couldn't have been more pleased.  Andrew was one of my favourite people and
spending the next 24 hours with him was a reward I hadn't anticipated.
Andrew and I, Vince and RAT, Kirk and Brad, all grouped with Ellis and
Sandy while the others stopped and spoke together briefly and then headed
upstairs to the showers.

"What are the rules ?"  RAT asked.

"During the next 24 hours, you may look on Andrew, Brad, Sandy and myself
as Pledges."  Vince told us.  "There is no requirement to show us the
respect you normally show Brothers."

"So no standing up when we come in, you can talk freely and you don't need
to address us as 'Sir'."  Sandy detailed.

"Brad, even after you were invested as a Brother, you have always stood up
when Andrew comes in a room and addressed him as 'Sir' and I've always done
it because it's what you do."  I noted.  "If you're not required to do it,
why do you ?"

"Andrew is not only my 'big Brother', he is a man for whom I have a great
amount of respect."  Brad replied.  "As an indication to him and others of
my respect, I continue to honour him through those acts.  You and I and all
the other Brothers do the same when our Dad comes, for the same reason." I
nodded my head in understanding, resolving that I would continue to show
Andrew the respect we shared for him.

"Listen up, fellas."  Vince addressed us.  "For the time being, this is
what we've worked out.  Ellis is going to need some extra help until he
earns investment as a Brother and we can make some permanent changes to the
facilities.  He's a stubborn little fucker and has to learn to ask for help
when he needs it, but we can't let that slow the Pledge Class down."  Vince
gave Ellis a look that said for him to realize what he might be doing.
"For the rest of the week, we as a group are going to make sure that Ellis'
needs for help are provided, whether he admits the needs or not."

"What kind of things do you mean ?"  Kirk asked.

Well, right now he needs to be taken upstairs to the showers."  Andrew
indicated.  "Ellis suffered a spinal injury as a child, which has left his
legs non-operational.  He has no feeling in them, so make sure you know
where his feet are when you do something with him.  If his feet or legs are
injured, kicked, twisted, stepped on, or in any other way damaged, he will
not feel it and that can be most dangerous."

"Under conditions where I have proper equipment available," Ellis
explained, "I can do almost everything myself.  Toileting, transfers from
and to my chairs, dressing, undressing, jerking off, bathing and most other
things are, you could say, in my own hands."  We all had a good laugh. "
I'm normally not a burden, but until I have the proper facilities to use, I
guess I'll need some support."

"Ellis knows how to do the things, which he needs you to do," Andrew
commented, "so listen to him when he says something can be done more easily
in a certain way.  Now, let's get this show on the road."  We moved as a
group over to the staircase, where Andrew and Vince grasped the wheels of
Ellis' wheelchair with one hand and the front seat support with the other
and boosted it and its contents off the floor and up the stairs.

Entering the showers through the drying room, we encountered the nightly
nudist convention as those finished showering stood drying themselves while
the rest stood in the next room under streams of water, dressed to varying
degrees in lather.

I tried to focus on getting ready to shower and block out the healthy,
trim, male bodies which surrounded me.  Ellis did not have the chair he
uses in the shower here as yet, so two of us were going to have to hold him
under the spray, while two more scrubbed him down.  We decided to tend to
him first, so he could work at drying himself while sitting on one of the
benches as the rest of us showered.

Ellis stripped off his own clothing quickly, having little trouble, as
Sandy took items from him and hung them up.  His shoulders and arms bulged
with muscles and his chest was thick, with detailed pecs supporting two
rose-coloured areola about the size of quarters on his smooth, hairless
skin.  There was no nipple evident initially on the flat surface, but as
his body cooled from the exposure, two small nubs grew slowly until they
distinctly protruded from the discs' centres.  The taut skin over his
abdominals detailed a six-pack, which would cause many a gym rat to stare
in envy.  I felt my dick start to stiffen and knew I needed to change my
focus.

Several of our Pledge brothers offered their help, but we assured them the
task was "in hand", to quote Ellis.  RAT and Kirk stooped on either side of
Ellis and after he had placed his arms over their shoulders, they lifted
him effortlessly out of his wheelchair and carried him with themselves into
the shower stream.  Once he was wet, Brad and Andrew took soap to him,
while Vince shampooed his hair.  Andrew was washing Ellis' front side and
after he had completed his chest and legs, I wondered how he would approach
the mid section.

Andrew looked Ellis in the eye and paused for a moment.  I heard him
silently tell Ellis to relax.  That was going to be a problem, because
Ellis' dick had already filled out to about 6" and was on the rise at about
a 100 degree angle.  Andrew went ahead and did what was necessary with no
hesitation.  Everything received a good cleaning and by the time Andrew had
finished, Ellis' staff was at 15 degrees.  It didn't take long to realize
everyone else had the same situation.  When the rinse was done, Ellis was
carried to a dry section of a bench and set on a towel.  They left him to
dry himself, while the rest of us showered.

It was strange.  In the shower, washing myself, I found I was carefully
checking out Andrew's body.  This was strange to me, because I have seen
and been naked with Andrew on numerous occasions.  I was distracted
momentarily when I noticed RAT washing Vince's back, like he had mine a
week ago.  Vince noticed my gaze and smiled at me, shrugging his shoulder
in an, "I can't help it." manner.  Taking my soap, I moved over to Andrew
and began to soap his back.  He stiffened his stance at first, but relaxed
when I continued.  After a few minutes, he turned around and stood ready to
do mine.  I turned my back to him and enjoyed the feeling of his strong
hands as they spread soap and massaged my back.  Vince gave me a somewhat
disapproving stare.

"Sandy, you'll take Ellis to one of the beds in this section."  Andrew
instructed.  "Brad, Vince and I are going to take our twins to our own
rooms.  That way there will be less confusion for the other Brothers in
finding us, if necessary."

"Yes, Sir."  Sandy responded automatically.  When our showers were
completed, we moved to the drying room and dried thoroughly.  Andrew wiped
my back with his towel without saying anything, as if it was the usual
thing to do.  When I turned around to do his back, I found myself staring
into his muscular, tight, hairy chest.  Instead of turning around, he
brought his towel up to my head and re-dried my hair, pulling my forehead
against his chest for support.  I thanked him when he finished, as I have a
bad habit of never drying my hair thoroughly, then he turned and gave me
access to his back.

I found myself taking inventory of Andrew's back.  The massive shoulders
and arms seen from the front were none the less impressive from the rear.
Andrew was a boxer.  To be as handsome as Andrew and as highly ranked in
boxing, you knew he had to be good at it.  I'd seen him the day after a
fight competition on several occasions and it was very rare he had even a
swollen cheek.  He stood about 5'10" and had a darkly tanned complexion
with jet-black hair on his head and body.  Andrew was hard.  Shoulders,
arms, chest, abdomen, thighs, calves, everything was solid muscle.  His
dark brown eyes were the softest part of Andrew and when you looked deep
into them you knew he was warm and kind and understanding.  When he smiled,
which was often, and his dimples winked at you, it was hard to deny him
anything.

Andrew had tight, curly, black hair on his body.  It covered his chest,
abdomen and pubic arch, nesting under his arms as well.  Short curly hair
graced his thighs and shins.  As noticeable as the black hair was, its
absence on his back, sides and butt was just as dramatic.  Equipment-wise
he was a well-hung dude, having a clipped dick which hung soft about 4"
over a hairy, loose sac with two, dangling plums.  I noted tonight in the
shower his erection was about the same as Brad's, at roughly 7".

Ellis was able to transfer himself into his wheelchair when it was brought
over to him.  Kirk, RAT and I went to get our duffle bags from the rooms
where we had placed them earlier and then as Sandy and Ellis went to find a
bed, the rest of us, still naked, went down the hallway to the door between
this wing and the second floor of the main building.  Passing through it,
Kirk and Rat accompanied Brad and Vince to the third year wing and I
followed Andrew to the fourth.

The fourth year, or senior wing was not a new place to me.  I had been in
Andrew's and other fourth year Brothers' rooms many times.  Andrew's room
was a familiar haven and I felt very much at home.  As the senior Advisor,
Andrew had a room to himself, just as he had last year as Chapter
President.  The fact was that Hogan, who had been Andrew's roommate first
and second year, spent many nights in the extra bed in Andrew's room.  His
current roommate often had overnight guests and Hogan felt better staying
with Andrew.  When we entered Andrew's room, Hogan was there.

"Gee guys, you didn't have to dress up just for me."  Hogan chuckled.
"Sorry Andy, I didn't know Joe was staying here tonight."

"It's okay, Hogan."  Andrew responded.  "Joe and I are twinned for the next
day.  I was going to offer him the spare bed, but he can sleep with me just
as well."

"I don't mind."  I said.  "Sleeping with Andrew is okay with me."

"Well, I don't know, little buddy."  Hogan drawled in the exaggerated
Southern accent he could turn on and off at will.  "You don't know what
that thar hairy boy can be like when he gets a warm body in the sac.  I'm
jus' a might afeard for your cute lil backside."

"I'm never afraid of anything when I'm with Andrew," I told him laughing,
"so I'm not worried."  We all chuckled.

"You ready for bed, Tick ?"  Andrew asked.  I nodded and went over and
pulled down the blanket and sheet on Andrew's bed."

"Wow, clean sheets."  I exclaimed in mock surprise.

"Well it's about time."  Hogan exclaimed, as he climbed into the other bed.

"That'll be enough from both of you."  Andrew mockingly threatened.  "Get a
move on you."  He lightly smacked my butt as I climbed into the bed.
Andrew slid in behind me.  I turned onto my side, facing Andrew.

"Andrew, can I ask you something ?"  I said.

"Anytime you want, Tick."  he responded.

"Why did Vince end up with RAT tonight ?"  He didn't say anything to me for
the longest time, just looking deep into my eyes.

"Vince asked for him."  Andrew finally admitted.  I felt a pain in my
stomach.  A tear rolled from the corner of my eye.  Andrew reached up and
wiped it away.  "Vince is a player, Tick.  You need to face that before you
become too deeply involved.  He loves fun and excitement and he's not
looking to settle down as yet."  He was telling me something that I found
deep, down inside, I already knew.


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Just a quick note:

The nicest fan letter I have ever received came the other day from a
gentleman in NYC.

After a nice compliment about the story, he informed me that because he
enjoyed this story so much, he had joined and become a dues paying member
at NIFTY.

I thought, isn't that a true tribute to the writers who post to NIFTY, when
someone makes a personal commitment to keep the Archives open and
operating, so that this medium remains available for them to share their
stories and readers to have somewhere to seek out the materials which
interest them.

I thank this gentleman most sincerely and those others who have taken this
constructive method of showing their personal commitment to their favourite
storyteller.

LJB