Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 09:21:41 -0700
From: Les Sanderson <lsa90@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Frat  Chapter 1

Copyright 2003, Les Sanderson, lsa90@hotmail.com.  This story is a work of
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Greg wondered around the campus of his new college in a bit of a daze.
Classes start in a week.  Pledge week stating tomorrow.  It was all
happening a bit too fast, it seemed like only last week he was still in
high school with all the normal teenager problems and delights.  Now he was
an adult, or at least expected to behave like one, but then with that came
the privileges of being an adult.  He could go to the bars, be out as late
as he wanted.  Have sex with who he wanted.  That last thought made him
smile.

	At least he had made his decision about which frat to apply to.
His cousin Rick who had attended this same University had insisted Greg try
for his old Frat.  He didn't explain why really, just that Greg had to go
for that one.  It had been Rick's frat, and he had written Greg a letter of
introduction.  Greg wasn't really sure why he had listen to Rick; he hadn't
really said anything about the frat, what they did, what the guys were
like, or even what kind of guys they looked for.  Only that Greg join it.
Greg decided what the heck.  He sent his own letter of introduction to the
frat in the spring along with Rick's and was quite surprised when he
received a registered letter back only 2 weeks later from the President of
the Frat.  It said they were very happy to receive his application and had
added him to their "pre-chosen" applicants.  Greg had never heard of this
but his cousin Rick said it was something a few frats did.  Greg had been
pre-accepted.  Which meant all he had to do was get through a mild hazing
when he got to school in the fall.  He didn't have to apply with all the
other pledges.  It was a very good sign.  Rick assured him that the hazing
could hardly be called that, it was almost a pleasure and that Greg would
probably enjoy, rather than have to endure it.

	The next morning Greg lay in bed for a while wondering what the day
would bring.  At 11:00 he had to go to the Frat House for a new applicants
meeting.  He was both apprehensive and excited, being in the right frat
could make your University experience great or mearly four or five years of
education.  As he lay in bed, the morning sun shining in the window onto
him he felt his dick begin to stir.  His usual morning hard-on was making
its appearance.  As he lay on his back he concentrated on the feeling of
his dick slowly filling with blood.  Slowly growing longer and thicker.  He
had always enjoyed this feeling, he spread his legs slightly as his penis
slowly lifted from between his legs, where it was hanging over his nuts,
moved up his thigh and then slid across his abdomen to point up to his
belly button. As he got harder, it started to stand away from his stomach
and lift the sheet away from him.  He had been sleeping nude since he was
seventeen.  He loved the feeling of freedom, laying in bed with just the
covers over him.  No constricting boxers or briefs to bunch up and impede
his cock and balls.  He stretched, his cock now fully erect and kicked the
covers off.  He lay for a moment, naked and hard, enjoying being a guy with
a morning woody.  He rolled out of bed and headed to the washroom, his hard
cock leading the way, swaying and bouncing as he walked along, another
feeling he had discovered he loved as he entered puberty.  His parents had
a large house and he had long had his own small suite and washroom.  He was
able to wander around naked as he wished.  His parents had also been big
believers in privacy and had given him all he needed or wanted starting
with his 13th birthday, just as he started to grow pubic and underarm hair
and his dick started to grow he was free to indulge his nudity as he
wished.  He had little other hair on his body.  It seemed at 19 he would be
fairly smooth.  He had no chest hair at all, none around his nipples as
many of his friend did. Only a light trail of blond hair starting at his
bellybutton and running down to join his pubic bush.  He had started to
trim his bush last year.  Not taking a lot, just shortening it and
neetening it, like a monthly hair cut, keeping it trim he had decided,
looked very sexy.

	As he walked into the washroom of his apartment he stopped and
looked at himself in the full size mirror.  He wasn't a muscle boy, but
trim and in shape from running daily.  He thought he looked pretty good.
He looked down at his erection, standing out in front of him, his foreskin
pulled back slightly to reveal a bit of pink head.  He looked at how his
dick curved slightly to the left.  Wondered again if it was from too much
masturbation.  Everything he had read said this was not the case, but still
he wondered.  He looked himself in the eye and smiled at that thought.
Surely he jacked off enough to have given his cock a bend.  He looked back
to his cock in the mirror, his balls hanging low, still warm from bed.  He
had shaved them yesterday, would not need to again today nor his shaft, it
would still be smooth and hairless as his ball sack.  His right hand seemed
to move of it's own accord as it moved forward and wrap his fingers around
his dick.  He groaned quietly as his left hand came up to cup his balls
gently.  His hand started to slowly and gently move up and down his shaft.
He squeezed just hard enough that his hand didn't slide up and down the
skin of cock, but moved the skin of his shaft up and down the interior
structure.  He grasped near the middle of his dick.  This allowed his
foreskin to move over the head of dick, stimulating him with the movement
of soft foreskin over the sensitive flesh of his cock head.  At the same
time he gently pulled his nuts up with his left hand, so as he stoked down
with his right hand it would gently bump into his balls and then press down
into his sack.  God how he loved this feeling he thought to himself.  He
loved standing in front of this mirror, stroking his cock.  It was a new
experience, for some unknown reason there were no full size mirrors in his
parent's home.  He had only discovered looking at himself naked in a mirror
last week when he moved into this apartment, and then almost immediately
discovered the voyeurism of jacking off in front of it.  He moved in closer
to the mirror, so his penis almost touched the glass.  This way he could
look closely at his balls, and cock.  See his precum slowly ooze from his
piss hole.  Closely examine his nipples and smooth stomach.  All this
visual delight in the mirror almost like he was watching another guy rather
than himself.  He found this fantasy one of his favorites.  Watching
another guy stroke his hard cock, playing with his balls.  He leaned
forward, his cock head touching the mirror, he stopped stroking for a
moment and rubbed his dick head against the glass, smearing his precum on
the surface.  He enjoyed the cool harness of the mirror against him.  It
would not take much this morning he knew.  Already he was beginning to have
that feeling.  The feeling he was sure that every guy felt as his orgasm
was starting to build.  Greg started to stroke faster, using his own
slippery juice to lube his dick and hand he looked up into his eyes again.
Wishing there was another person there, watching him.  As his orgasm built
and grew closer he looked down in the mirror and watched himself stoke.
Stoking faster up and down his whole shaft, his balls cradled in his other
hand.  He began to breathe heavier and deeper.  He felt is heart beating
faster, felt and could smell the sweat in his armpits.  His orgasm built.
Greg bent his knees slightly, increasing the tension in his thighs and up
his butt into his abdomen, he groaned again.  He could tell this would be a
good one.  He maintained his pace now, groaning and swaying slightly in
front of the mirror.  His eyes glued to the reflection of his hand jacking
his cock.  "Yes" he said out loud.  "Come on, shoot that cum out of my hard
cock". "Gonna shoot my cum into your ass, deep inside you man".  This last
phrase was new, never before had he said anything like that.  He was too
close to think about it now, and it left his thoughts as quickly as it had
entered for just then, his orgasm came.  He felt his cum rush up his shaft
from his balls, and shoot across the small gap to the mirror.  He shouted
loudly "Yes"! As the release and pleasure of his orgasm rushed through his
body and around the base of his cock, his dick head tingled.  Another spurt
of semen leapt from his cum hole and splattered the mirror glass, then
another and yet again another.  Greg groaned, it felt so good to shoot like
this, hard and powerfully.  As his orgasm fell away he slowed his stroking,
lighter and shorter strokes, and he inhaled a great gulp of air.  Greg
leaned forward and rubbed his dick in his own cum now splattered on the
mirror, he leaned closer, trapping his still hard cock between the glass
and his abdomen, the heat and softness of his abdomen on one side, the cool
and hard of the mirror.  He moved his hips, in and out, fucking, grinding
his cock against himself, his cum slippery in the mirror.  "Oh God" he
groaned as he pressed his whole body against the cool glass.  He stood for
a moment, pressing into the mirror, savoring the coolness against his skin.
He wished he could melt into himself with this afterglow from his orgasm.

	As he stood in the shower, the hot water running down his body,
running off his semi hard cock and balls, Greg remembered his shouted
expletive. "Gonna shoot my cum into your ass, deep inside you man".  He had
no idea where that had come from.  He had never had that kind of thought
before.  Greg didn't feel odd or guilty about such things.  Odd thoughts
often came to his mind as he shot his load.  He accepted that his mind
often released wayward thoughts from deep inside.  He had experienced them
before, and had no doubt he would again.  This one warranted some extra
thought, but no real concern.  All questions would be answered eventually
this young man thought to himself confidently.  His hands dropped again to
his crotch, now soapy and wet.  He felt himself start to grow hard again.
"Hum, no time for that now, too bad" he thought to himself.  "Later, after
the meeting" he promised his dick with a smile.  He jumped out of the
shower and started to towel off, standing again in front of the mirror, he
looked at the now drying smear of his cum on the glass, a faint outline of
his body where he had leaned against the glass.  Laughing he though, "have
to remember to clean that up when I get home".  Just in case company drops
by.  As he walked back into the front room, he realized he was hard again.
He looked down and chuckled.  "I said later"!

	Greg dressed quickly and was out the door into the day without
another thought.