Date: Fri, 06 Jun 2003 00:14:39 -0400
From: Readersstop@netscape.net
Subject: Joseph Andrew Collins - 8 (LJB)(MM 1st anal coll slow)(8!18)

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Hope that you continue enjoying the story.       LJB


Joseph Andrew Collins
Chapter 8


I had to take a leak.  RAT was still in bed snuggled up to me.  He had
rolled over onto his other side and was now spooning around my back and
butt with his left arm thrown over me and holding me from his elbow at my
navel to his hand wrapped over my right shoulder.  It really hit me coming
out of my sound sleep just how his 6 feet and 180 pounds totally eclipsed
my 5'4" and 115 pounds.  Although my upper body was encased by his chest
and arm, he was not squeezing me, more like tucking me into a safe haven he
had created for me with his body.  Romantic claptrap, I decided.

I lay there for a few moments trying to decide how to ease myself free
without disturbing him.  Then it occurred to me, we were paired.  I was not
to be more than an arm's length away from him.  He was going to have to go
to the bathroom with me.

"RAT" I said quietly, trying to see if he would rouse without disturbing
Kirk or Gary.  I got a groan and mumble back in response.  "RAT, wake up."
I tried again.  I reached back with my free arm and grasped his hip.

"Don't do that unless you really mean it."  he groaned, pushing his hips
forward to emphasise his point.  "What's the matter ?"

"I have to take a leak."  I whispered.

"Sorry."  he stated, lifting his restraining arm from around me.  "Go for
me too, while you're there."

"You have to come with me."  I stated.  There was a moment of silence.

"Are you propositioning me ?"  he questioned, his voice clear enough to
tell me he was awake.

"In your fuckin' dreams," I said, "and that better be a stick I feel poking
my ass, 'cause I'm about to break it up for kindling."  he pulled back from
me breaking our contact.

"What is it you want ?"  he asked, a somewhat exasperated tone coming
through.

"I have to pee and I need you to go to the toilet with me."  I repeated.
There was a pause.

"You need help aiming, or someone to lift you up to the bowl ?."  he
kidded, enjoying a chuckle.

"No asshole," I responded, "we're twinned.  We have to be within each
other's reach at all times."

"It's the middle of the night."  he moaned.  "No one is going to be up.
Who's going to know ?"

"Me."  I answered.  "C'mon."  He followed me out of bed and we went down
the hall to the toilet.  As I stood at the urinal, he moved up beside me
and started to piss in the next unit.

"Sorry about rubbing up against you in there."  RAT told me.  "I get hard
when I sleep and don't even know I'm doing it."

"All men get hard when they're asleep."  I stated.  "That's one of the
reasons they got us sleeping like this.  They want to see who spazes out
over it.  Then there are those who find out their partner's gay.  It tends
to bring out the worst in some."

"None of these guys are queer."  he attested.  "Everyone was okay in the
showers last night.  I've run into a few of them guys in the locker room,
so I can pretty well tell.  Have you noticed anyone ?"

"Place seems fine to me," I replied, "but I guess you never can be sure.
Look at the way you were firming up against my butt.  Maybe I better be the
one in the rear position for the rest of the night."

"Hey man, I hope you're just kidding about that."  RAT declared seriously.
"I ain't never been into any of that shit and nobody better say I have."  I
could see he was getting upset.

"No sweat man."  I appeased him.  "I can't think of anyone I feel safer
with covering my rear.  C'mon, let's go back to bed."  I found myself
smiling as we returned to our room and crawled onto the bed.  RAT got in
and lay down with his back to me.

"You okay ?"  he asked.

"I liked it when you were protecting me."  I said.  "You're just going to
turn over again when you get to sleep, so why don't you just do it now and
get comfortable ?"  He didn't move for about a minute, then he turned
around and put his arm over me again.  "That's better."  I told him and
quickly went to sleep.

"Up and at 'em, Pledges."  the call came down the hallway.  "Everyone step
into the hallway for headcount and announcements."  I opened my eyes and
realized it was still dark outside.  "Hurry up, before this starts costing
you."  We all leapt to our feet and raced for the hall.  Luckily, we were
not last.

As we stood in a line outside the doors to our rooms, we presented a motley
assortment of naked, half awake, ruffled haired, mostly unshaven, young men
sporting semi to full blown erections.

"Those who got up to the bathroom last night, step forward."  the Pledge
Master instructed.  I stepped forward and motioned RAT to move by my side.
He did.  Glancing down the line, I noticed three fellow Pledges who took
the step forward as single units.  "Pledge Robert, did you have the
misfortune to be teamed with a twin whose bladder is as small as your own
?"

"No, Sir."  RAT answered loudly.

"Then how do you explain the fact that both of you went to take a leak ?"
Vince inquired further.

"We are twins, Sir."  RAT explained.  "Where one goes, so does the other."

"Very good, Pledge Robert," he responded, "but I'm not checking for that
this morning.  Everyone who has the roll of Lifesavers you're to have with
you all the time, put your hand over your head."  There was a general groan
and no one raised his hand.  "Okay, everyone go get your Lifesavers, peel
one off and give it to me, then get dressed.  Your clothes are in the
drying room."

We had all lost our first of ten Lifesavers.  I realized we were going to
have to be a lot smarter if we were to complete the Trials without
cancelling ourselves out.  When I handed Vince my Lifesaver, he gave me a
look, which I knew said to sharpen up.  I was pretty sure he also wanted to
know about my night, but he wasn't going to ask even if he had the
opportunity.  We were taken outside and lined up.  The sun was just coming
up which made it about 6:00 a.m.

"We're going for a run."  the Pledge Master announced.  "Rather you're
going for a run.  Only about 5 miles this morning to get you broken in.
Those of you who have team practices before class will be allowed to go to
them as long as your twin is with you.  A twin may sit on the sidelines and
watch while his partner's practice is in session, other than that specific
instance, or in classroom lectures, you must always be within reach of each
other."

We ran, following the jeep in which the Pledge Master rode.  By the time we
started to return toward the Frat House, some were starting to show the
wear.  As I noted before, most of the Frat members were athletes and this
was true of the Pledges as well, but a few were not and those, while not
being in bad condition, were not prime.  Two guys were obviously not into
regular exercise and by the last mile, were trailing considerably behind.
The jeep stopped and Vince exited.

"Where are the partners for Pledges James and Richard, our two less agile
Pledges ?"  he asked.  Ty and Gavin slowly raised their hands.  "Are you
within reach of your twins ?"

"No, Sir, but..."  Gavin started to say.

"There is no 'but'."  the Pledge Master declared.  "You two are responsible
for being absent from your assigned twin.  I'll have 5 Lifesavers from each
of you."  He held out his hand and the two were forced to turn over the
markers.  "I suggest you both stay very alert, or your remaining four
Lifesavers will go very quickly."  We continued on until we had returned to
our starting point at the House.

We were instructed to go to the cafeteria and to eat breakfast as a group.
Afterward we were to do our normal routines and return to the House by
6:p.m., after eating dinner.

"Do you need to go back into the House for anything ?"  RAT questioned.  I
shook my head in the negative.  "We'll go to Roberts Hall and pick up our
books then.  I have a football practice at 3 o'clock.  You're in my two
morning classes, so that's no problem there."  When we arrived at Roberts
Hall, I went to RAT's room with him.  He and Gavin were roommates, but
Gavin had not come back with us as he had a morning practice to attend with
his twin.  The place appeared to have been broken into and ransacked, but
RAT just went about collecting his things, so I thought this was likely the
way they normally lived.

We went to my room and I grabbed my needed books for today and tomorrow as
well as a couple changes of underwear, socks and T-shirts, plus some
running shorts.  Seeing me stuff them into my tote bag, RAT realized he had
no clothing and took off at high speed to get some.  Just as he reached my
door, a book came sailing narrowly past his head and slammed against the
door.  He turned to me with a big-eyed shocked expression on his face.

"You might have knocked my head through this door."  he said to me with a
tone of disbelief in his voice.  I held up my right thumb and forefinger
with about an inch of space between them and pointed to them with my left
hand.  "What's the matter with you ?  You haven't said a word so far all
morning."  I glared at him, hoping to convey how stupid he could be, then I
crossed my mouth with me hands.  "Oh, I get it, you're not talking.  You're
mute.  Oh God, I forgot.  We're twinned and you're mute."  I nodded
vigorously.

I finally got it clear to him, he couldn't go anywhere without me, even to
his room.  I had all my things together and was just about ready to leave.
Last thing to do was to check my phone messages.  There was a message from
my Coach, Ken Williams.  He called to let me know he couldn't come tomorrow
as we had tentatively discussed, but he would like to come about four
o'clock on Thursday.  I spent 10 minutes getting thru to RAT that he needed
to call the Pledge Master for me and tell him the message on the tape.

"This is the DPD Frat house.  How may I help you ?"

"Hello, Sir.  This is Pledge Robert calling for Pledge Joe, who is mute
today.  Would it be possible to speak to the Pledge Master, or to Brother
Brad ?"

"Are you in trouble ?  Do you need help ?  the Brother on the line asked.

"No, Sir.  We're okay.  There's a message here from Joe's Coach,
Mr. Williams that Joe wants one of them to hear."

"Okay, hold on while I find someone."  I could see RAT was waiting for
someone to talk to.

"Robert, this is Brother Brad.  Is 'Tick' all right ?"  RAT looked at me
and arched his eyebrows.  "Tick ?"  he asked pointing at me.  I nodded.

"Yes, Sir, he's just fine.  He's mute today and wanted you to hear the
message from his Coach.  He's playing it now."  When the message finished,
RAT listened for a moment and then hung up the receiver.

"He says, not to worry.  He will take care of the arrangements and then
notify you this evening."  I nodded my understanding.  "'Tick', eh.  I want
to hear all about that tomorrow.  It might make my personal item for your
introduction speech.  Gee, I guess I had better start telling you about
myself.  We only have 18 or so hour left for me to fill you in on all my
interesting quirks."  At this rate, I could foresee I was going to likely
have a giant headache in not too long a time.

"Let me see now.  I was born when I was very young."  he started what I
have since come to regard as the Never-Ending Story.

Our day went fairly well.  Different Brothers challenged us several times
as to where our twin was, but each time we were together.  At the Frosh
football practice, I found I was expected to go into the dressing room with
RAT and stay with him until we reached the field, then I could go and sit
in the stands while practice was on.  It gave me a chance to catch up on a
little homework, get today's homework done and be well ahead on some of my
required reading.

Kirk was also practicing, so Gary sat with me.  We were both mute today, so
we got a lot of work done, but not very much communication.  As the players
were leaving the field after practice, Kirk and RAT called to us to come
back into the dressing room with them.  It occurred to me watching the
players strip off their practice pads that they were all going to be
showering next.  Suddenly, I started to strip off my clothes as well.  I
looked around to locate Gary and found he had seen me and gotten the
message.

I walked into the shower room directly behind RAT and sure enough, Brother
Bruce was standing there waiting for him.

"Pledge Robert, where's your twin ?"  Brother Bruce asked.

"He's right behind me, Sir."  RAT responded and moved aside, so I could be
seen.  Bruce looked slightly surprised seeing me and then a big grin
covered his face.

"You know Joe, they tell me that a pair of twins has been caught separated
in the football players shower every year since 1996.  I didn't know it
would be you and I'm glad you broke the record."

"Thank you, Sir."  I responded with a grin.  He nodded and turned his
attention to Kirk, finding that Gary was right in line next to him.  We had
all cleared a trap and I wondered how the others in team sports had
managed.  I was a little surprised when the team members all congratulated
us not only on our success then and there, but also on being invited to
Pledge.  I hadn't fully realized how important it was to a team to have DPD
Brothers playing with them.  It seemed a status boost to the other players
to know their team mates had made it to the top Fraternity.

We went to the cafeteria and had dinner with the other Pledges at 5 o'clock
and then all reported to the Frat House before six.  When we arrived, we
were sent to the Freshman Wing lounge and told to wait.  At 6 o'clock
precisely, about ten Brothers came into the lounge.  They instructed us to
pull the sofas and chairs around until we had them in a circular figure.
The Brothers sat down, spaced out among the seats and we were directed to
occupy the rest of the positions left between them.

"Congratulations to all of you on completing your first full 23 hours as
the Delta Phi Delta Pledge Class."  Pledge Master Vince declared.  "We are
going to spend the next couple hours talking.  The Brothers who are here
will answer questions for you and we may discuss some details, which you
are not to repeat to anyone except another Brother.  Now to start off, does
anyone have any questions ?"  There were several Pledges who raised their
hands.  Pledge Master Vince selected James.

"Pledge Master, the portions of the Trials we have been involved in this
first 23 hours are somehow a lot different than I imagined.  Is there more
going on than we are aware of with what it seems we have been required to
do ?"

"The Trials are exactly what they are, Trials."  Brother Andrew responded.
"The purpose of an activity might not always be apparent, or even what it
may appear to be may not be so, but each activity has a measurable end
result.  All the Trials are eventually directed toward one end, selecting
those 10 who best exemplify the purposes of the Fraternity."

"Sir, I know I'm about to demonstrate just how foolish I can be, but what
are the purposes of this Fraternity ?"  Pete asked.

"Let me guess," Brother Chris spoke out, "you heard from all kinds of
jocks, how the best Frat in the universe was at the College you were going
to and if you had any balls you'd Pledge DPD."

"One of the problems with having a Fraternity which is hard to get into,"
Brother Brad said, "is that everyone wants to get into it.  They don't even
know what the Frat's about, they just want to make it."

"Don't feel too foolish, Pete."  Brother Andrew continued.  "Out of the 20
Pledges here, I'll bet at least 19 of you don't know what the purpose of
this Frat is."

"Excuse me, Brother Andrew," I interrupted, "what exactly would you be
willing to bet ?"  Andrew stared at me and squinted.  I could see him
trying to tell if I knew something he didn't, but he couldn't tell from me.

"This has been a rather unusual Pledge Class, even after only 23 hours,"
Andrew conceded, "so maybe 1 out of 20 isn't accurate this year.  Normally
it's zero, but I thought you would know, Joe."

"I do, Sir."  I responded.  He smiled knowingly.

"Then your group does too."  he attested.  "So no more than 4 out of 20
know the purpose of our Fraternity.  In other words, if Joe didn't tell
you, you likely don't know."

"To answer your question, Pete," Brother Brad interceded, "the purpose of
Delta Phi Delta Chapter is to identify, select and support individuals who
demonstrate increased abilities of perceptive intuition and to assist these
individuals in developing their fullest potentials for the betterment of
themselves and society through Greek Fraternal concepts."

"Sir, I'd like to ask a direct question about the Trials."  Gary stated,
changing the focus.  "I have all these images about Fraternity initiations
that involve a variety of stressful and dark activities, like taking
Pledges out to some graveyard, stripping them down and leaving them to make
their own way back to the Frat House and a lot of sex stuff and sometimes
being paddled for no reason and stuff like that.  That doesn't seem to hold
true yet except, for the paddle, except there was a reason for that.  Is
that stuff true ?"

"Boy, I wish I had your dreams."  Brother Nathan commented and the other
Brothers laughed.

"What Brother Nathan intended to say," Brother Steve interpreted, "is that
there are many wild stories about Fraternity initiations and hazing.  We
don't do initiations or hazing, we conduct Trials.  Some of them have
sexual aspects to them, but no one is forced to do anything, ever.  You
always have the right to say 'No' and resign, with no repercussions or bad
feelings.  The paddle is used occasionally to bring order when required.
It is never excessive.  No one is beaten or physically damaged.  We all
face the same discipline, even as Brothers."

"I don't understand, Sir."  Richard stated.  "You mean there is discipline
after the Trials ?"

"When you are installed as a Brother, you pledge to dedicate your life to
certain goals and to maintain the integrity of the Fraternity."  Brother
Andrew instructed.  "If a Brother breaks the trusts he undertakes and is
judged culpable by his fellow Brothers, he may face reprimand, or
expulsion."

"How often does a Brother leave the Fraternity, after they are installed ?"
Verne questioned.

"There was one last year."  Brother Andrew announced.  "He was from my
Pledge Class.  The last one before him was over ten years ago."

"Why did they leave, Sir ?"  Verne questioned further.

"You come and ask me that after you become a Brother and I'll tell you."
Brother Andrew assured him.  There was a pause in the questioning with no
one putting up their hand.

"May I answer a question, Sir ?"  I asked.  Vince gave me a strange look,
indicating he didn't understand.  "There is a question among several of my
Pledge brothers which everyone is too polite to ask."

"Go ahead, Joe."  Vince allowed.

"Several of you have wondered why I seem to be singled out for different
things, like having to learn Brothers' full names when the rest of you only
need to learn their first names."  I started.  "I'm what's known as a
'legacy' Pledge.  Brother Brad, would you explain what that means, please
?"

"A 'legacy' Pledge is a candidate who is entitled to become a Pledge by
right of direct relationship to a Brother.  In Joe's case, his Father is a
Brother and so is his older brother, so he automatically was allotted a
Pledge position."  Brad explained.

"I'd like to make a comment here."  Brother Andrew interrupted.  "The
Pledging of a 'legacy' is a fairly rare occasion in DPD.  For some reason,
the cause of which I am not certain, the vast majority of Brothers are
single children, or have female siblings, or elder male siblings who have
passed through their schooling without qualifying for this Fraternity.
'Legacy' candidates are usually someone like me, who's Father is a member.
The last time this Chapter had a 'legacy' Pledge while his relative was
still residing in the House was about 14 years ago."

"I also want to make a comment here."  Pledge Master Vince said.  "The
right of 'legacy' applies only to Pledging.  I met with Joe and his brother
before Rush Week began and made it clear to both of them that Joe would
have to hold his own in the Trials, or I would expel him, just like anyone
else.  If anything, I believe the Brothers in general are being harder
toward Joe than the rest of you.  They've had a relationship with him and
expect him to perform beyond what is normally accepted."

"Some of you have noticed a caring relationship, which I share with many of
the Brothers."  I commented.  "I have associated with these men for nearly
two years and have developed respect and admiration for them similar to
that I feel for my own brother, who has always been my best friend.  Those
Brothers seated in this room are all, with the exception of the Pledge
Master who has only been here a short while, people I have admired and felt
privileged to regard as friends."

"I can tell you that Joe is the closest person to an actual little brother
that I've ever had."  Brother Steve said.  "Because of the relationship we
developed during my first year as his brother's roommate, I was much more
able last year to be an effective brother to the new class.  I have to
admit though, Vince is right.  I do expect more from him than the rest of
you.  That might not be fair, but that's the way I feel having some idea of
his abilities."

"This Pledge Class has more of the Brothers' interest and involvement than
any class I've ever seen."  Andrew stated.  "I believe it's because they
want to be part of the Class Joe is Pledging with."

"I don't know all of you very well, yet," I stated, "so you may not place
any value on what I tell you.  Those of us who are still here after the
Trials will be 10 of the luckiest guys in the world.  Our seniors here are
the most interesting, intelligent and caring men you will ever meet
anywhere.  They will give us three years of examples in life and
brotherhood that you could never hope to experience elsewhere.  They're my
heroes and I guarantee they will be yours as well."

"If he keeps talking like that, Vince," Brother Steve said, "I don't care
what you say, I'm giving him 5 Lifesavers."  Everyone laughed.

"May I say something, Sir ?"  Kirk asked.  Vince nodded to him.  "I've only
known Joe a couple weeks and I don't care if he came here as a 'legacy' or
anything else.  He's my hero and he deserves to be a Pledge as much, if not
more than any of us."

"I second that."  Chuck blurted out.

"Me too."  Pete added.

"Me as well" Gary spoke out in a loud determined voice.

"Who is Joe's brother ?"  Gavin asked.  There was a pause as the Brothers
looked around at each other.

"I don't think you need to know."  Andrew responded.  "It's up to them if
they want to tell you."

"You already know I am totally proud of my brother."  I commented.  "I
would be happy if everyone in the world knew I was related to him, but it's
up to him if he wants to come out of the closet, so to speak."  A number of
people chuckled.

"They might as well be told."  Brad voiced.  "As soon as they see our Dad,
they can hardly miss the resemblance.  I'm Joe's older brother and I feel
every bit as much toward him as he has said about me, but as long as he's a
lowly Pledge, I expect respect."  A number of the Brothers laughed loudly
and my friends chuckled.  I held my fist up toward him.  "You hold that
fist up as long as you like, little man, but if I see a finger, I'll take
some Lifesavers."  I pulled my arm back and stuck it behind my back, much
to the amusement of everyone else.

"Is everyone satisfied now ?"  Andrew asked.  There was no reply from
anyone.  Vince stood and moved to the outside of the circle formed by the
furniture we were sitting on.  He leaned over and placed his hand on the
head of one of the Pledges.

"Joe, who is this ?" he wanted to know.  I stood up at attention.

"That is my Pledge brother, Tyler Spencer, known as Ty, Sir."  He moved on
around the arc and placed his hand on another head.

"Gavin, who is this ?"  Gavin stood up and paused.  "Chuck, who is this ?"
Chuck stood alert.

"That's my Pledge brother, Don, Sir."  He moved around the circle and
stopped, placing his hand on one of the Brothers.  Suddenly, most of the
Pledges froze.

"Richard, who is this ?"  he asked.  Richard stood to attention.

"That's Brother Alfredo Renoir, the resident Chaplain of the Fraternity,
Sir."  Richard stated.  The Brothers all laughed and half the Pledges
joined them.

"Close," the Pledge Master allowed, "but not quite.  It's lucky for you
that every Class needs a clown; I believe you just proved you are equipped
for the job.  Gary, who is this ?"  Gary stood.

"That's Brother Nathan, Sir."  he seemed to guess, but he was right.

"Everyone please remember, starting tomorrow morning it will cost you
Lifesavers if you can not identify the Brothers properly.  I suggest you
spend sometime tonight with one of the photo albums.  I should also tell
you, I expect you by now to know the names of your Pledge brothers.  I'm
going to dismiss you now.  You are free until 10:30 when I want you back
here."  The Brothers stood and left the lounge.  Before leaving, Brad
stopped in front of me.

"Ken Williams is coming Thursday afternoon at 4:00 p.m."  Brad told me.
"Coach Banks wants to bring a group in again during your practice and Ken
has agreed.  Ken said, he was also bringing a guest.  Is that any problem
?"

"That's no problem.  They can both bring anyone they like."  I said.  "Do
you think Brothers Ray and Sandy would mind if I asked them to come and
spar again ?"

"I think they'd like you asking them."  Brad assured me.

"Thanks for making the arrangements, Bro."  I told him.

"By the way, the meeting's over."  he noted.  "How come you aren't on your
feet while you're speaking to me ?"  I guess I looked hurt as I stood to
alert.  "It's okay Bro, just don't let anyone else catch you.  You heard
what was said about the Brothers expecting more from you.  Without
realizing it, they could test you right out of here."  I nodded,
appreciating his warning.

Kirk asked what I wanted to do for the two hours we had before we needed to
be back in the lounge.  I mimed to him until I got him to understand I
wanted to do my exercise routine.  He agreed he would too, so I found RAT
and got the message through to him.  He checked with Kirk and decided to do
the same, which was fortunate seeing as we were twinned.  I motioned for
him to follow me.  Taking my bag upstairs, I changed into my exercise
clothes and the others did too.  We proceeded to the basement and we
traveled the corridors to the Exercise Room.

The door was open and I led the others in.  Two senior Brothers were
already there and when I saw them I stopped and came to attention.  Those
with me did the same.  After we had stood there for a couple minutes,
Brother Jim came over to me.  He looked at me and smiled.

"Something I can do for you and your band of mighty men, Pledge Joe ?"  he
asked, with a big grin.  These Brothers were heavy weight wrestlers and
though there was no excess fat on either of them, they were huge men,
packed with muscle.

"Sir, the Pledges would ask permission to exercise here for about an hour."
I stated.

"Do you all know how to use the equipment properly ?"  he wanted to know.

"I don't, Sir."  Gary admitted.  The others said they could.

"The rest of you go ahead."  Brother Jim indicated.  "Pledge Gary you come
over with us and we'll show you how things work."  Kirk, RAT and I went and
did our things and for the next hour Brothers Jim and Andy took Gary slowly
thru the sections of the weight room, instructing him on the safe and
proper way to use all the equipment.

I watched the senior Brothers work with Gary.  They watched over him
carefully and patiently helped him when he missed doing something the way
they had instructed.  They both appeared exceptionally massive working with
someone as small as Gary or myself.  It made me think of my Dad and the way
he guided both Brad and myself when we were growing up.  I started to
wonder if becoming a great Dad was related to the Fraternity experience.
Did the care and interest I had witnessed from these and other Brothers
carry on later into their families, as they proceeded through life ?  Watch
yourself Joe, I thought.  You're sounding more like a psychologist than a
lawyer.

After an hour, we had all completed the routines we needed, to round out
our training programs.  Gary was ready to go as well.

"Thank you Brother Andy and Brother Jim."  Gary told them.  "It was really
nice having your help.

"You did very well Gary."  Brother Andy praised him.  "We will do this
again very soon, okay ?"

"I'd really like that, Sir."  he responded enthusiastically.

"So would I."  Brother Jim answered him back.  "Best of luck on the Trials
to all of you."

We all thanked them and went back to the showers in the Freshman Wing,
where we washed off and put on some cleaner and drier clothes.  We were
back in the lounge well before the appointed time and had a chance to
review the photo albums, which had been in heavy demand when we left.

"We have a special outing on Thursday afternoon."  Brother Chris announced.
"Most of the Brothers have decided to go with us, so be prepared to leave
at 3:30 from the Frat House."  I wondered what was going on.  I had already
received permission to work with my Coach on Thursday at 4 o'clock.  "I'm
sorry Joe, you will have to miss going with us this time.  Coaching time
has priority over entertainment anytime."  Damn I thought, why couldn't
this have come up before everything was arranged."

One more note before you go upstairs to shower and to bed.  Well, actually
three or four things."  the Pledge Master stated.  "First, those of you who
prefer to shower in the morning may do so, as long as you don't delay any
other activities.  The best bet is to ask the Brother in charge if you'll
have time to shower leter when activities start.  Next, the routine tonight
is the same as last night.  Once in bed, both twins may talk.  At the
morning call, the opposite twin from today is mute.  There will be a 5-mile
run again tomorrow morning, dress appropriately when instructed to do so.
Remember, tomorrow evening, 5 minute introduction of your twin to the
Pledge class and the Brothers.

We were dismissed for the night and while the others looked to their
showers, we went directly to our room having just finished ours.  I was
tired and expected my friends were as well.  We had been on the go since
before 6:a.m. and it was now after 11:p.m.  As RAT took the same position
behind me he had last night, he started to tell me more about growing up.

"RAT, shut up."  I declared.  "I have listened to you all day from colic to
your 8th birthday party.  I have more than enough to speak about your life
for 5 minutes.  I never want to hear about another second of your growing
up."

"Listen Squirt, I haven't even started on the interesting parts yet.  That
was when I began puberty.  Then things really started to shift into gear.
Up to now it's just been background.  I had my first woman when I was 12
½ and she was 19.  My babysitter.  She even went to the drug store to
buy another box of rubbers.  You haven't even started to hear anything
yet."

"I'm sure it's all fascinating, but not now, or here."  I insisted.  "I'm
exhausted and need sleep.  I'll see you, but not hear you in the morning.
Nite, Kirk and Gary."  If they responded, I never heard it.  I was asleep
that fast.

I opened my eyes and found the dark of the room was overcome by the
brightness of a full harvest moon, which shone brightly through our window.
RAT held me protectively on our sides again, except tonight his elbow
rested on my hip and his hand draped slightly in front of my hard abdomen.
As I closed my eyes again, I heard rustling and then the voices.

"Please let me Kirk."  Gary was saying.  "I feel I owe you and Joe so much.
I want you to know how special you are to me."  I saw Gary rise up in their
bed and the blanket slide back.  Kirk lay flat on the bed and I couldn't
miss seeing his stiff dick with Gary's hand wrapped around it, stroking up
and down.  While I watched, Gary slid down in the bed, leaned over and
began to lick Kirk's dick like a big Popsicle , dragging his tongue from
the thick base to the bulbous head.

"Oh my God, Gary."  Kirk rasped.  "I've never even imagined anything
feeling that good.  Where did you learn to do that ?"  Gary stopped and sat
up.  He looked at Kirk quietly for a minute.

"Someone evil use to make me do this to him," Gary stated, his voice cold
and hard, "but not anymore."  He bent down and took the head of Kirk's
shaft into his mouth.

"You don't have to do this, Gary."  Kirk insisted.  "I don't want you to
ever do anything you don't want to again.  Ohh, shit.  That's even better
than before."  Gary lifted his head up from Kirk's stick, but didn't move
away.

"But I want to do this, Kirk."  he assured him.  "I can do this for you and
know it's the one thing I can give you that no one could ever make me give
again to anyone I didn't care about."  He went back to his task.  Kirk
started to quietly moan and groan.  I hadn't realized it, but my own dick
had thickened and risen to its full extension. The head was bobbing against
RAT's dangling hand.  I could feel RAT's weapon prodding me at my back
entrance.  It startled me when his hand moved and wrapped firmly around my
dick and started to slowly stroke me.

I might be a virgin to intercourse, but I've had my share of sleepovers and
tenting in the backyard.  The only thing that can feel better than stroking
your own dick is having someone else stroking it for you.  I wasn't quite
sure what was going on in RAT's mind, but I wasn't going to object, if he
wanted to pleasure my staff for a while.  After a couple moments, I reached
behind me and started to rub his cock.  He moved back slightly to give me
access room and posed no objection.

In the interim, Gary had been slowly sliding his lips up and down Kirk's
staff.  I could only imagine him rubbing his tongue around the fat cherry
head each time he slid upward.  Kirk had started breathing heavier and his
groaning had increased in volume.  I could see Kirk's hips bouncing
slightly up and down as he laid his hands on the back of Gary's head.

"Oh, shit."  Kirk hissed releasing Gary's head.  "Look out Gary.  I'm
almost there."  Gary increased his pace, making a pronounced dive from the
top of Kirk's staff and slow drag upward with his lips tightly hugging the
pipe.  "I'm there, here it cums."  Kirk rasped as his hips came up off the
bed and he arched his back.  Gary never missed a stroke, rising up with
Kirk's body and taking everything Kirk pumped into his sucking mouth.

RAT's stiff shaft thickened in my hand and I heard his groan deep in his
throat.  I felt the steady blast of liquid bullets expel from his canon.
His thick syrup slammed onto my back and his abdomen and glued us together
as I arched against him and spilled my nut.  He continued to stroke me
until my tense body relaxed and I began to breath again.

"You're the only guy I've ever done," he whispered to me, "but I trust you
to keep it to yourself."

"I was thinking it might be the highlight of your biography tomorrow
night."  I teased.  There was dead silence.

"Well wait 'til I tell you about the time I road the bus home with the
cheerleading squad."  he chuckled.  I couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you guys awake ?"  Kirk's called out hesitantly.

"Yeah."  I replied.  "Want to go take a quick shower with us ?  We've got a
bit of a mess here to clean up."  There was a giggle from Gary.  We all
took a trip to the showers, before getting back to sleep.