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DELTA IOTA KAPPA
by Macout Mann
Chapter 11
Summer
James had been home only four days, when he received a huge box of documents from Delta Iota Kappa. They were the first fifty questionnaires from prospectives that he was to read. That night he got a call from George. He had received a similar box. They were the first of several that all DIKas would be getting.
The six new officers had never left Sanderson. They were coordinating the massive effort to select the seventy-five rising freshmen who would be invited to visit during Rush Week. Each of the sixty-nine remaining other actives had been sent fifty questionnaires to start. Each would receive a second mailing of up to fifty new ones, depending on the total number of men who returned their questionnaire. They would also receive packets of questionnaires that had been previously reviewed by other actives. Each questionnaire was read and scored by four different actives, and the mean score of each was combined with the results obtained from the alumni who read the communications from the other people whose names where supplied by the prospectives. It was a time consuming and daunting task. But each brother knew that someone else had gone through the same process in order that he could become a DIKa.
James was intrigued. Some of the candidates were obviously not worthy of consideration. Many others were fascinating. One really caught James eye. Eric Jensen's picture was out of this world. A handsome blond with Nordic features, he was from Winnetka, Illinois. Graduated from New Trier Township High School, which James recognized was one of the top two or three public high schools in the country. Number 1 in his class. Had been the student director of the senior play. Was on the debate team, and was a top notch wrestler. And in his essay, he wrote, "I am especially close to the many guys I call friends, some of whom I have known all my life." Somehow, James found this very telling.
Hunter Saxby was also interesting. With black curly hair, thin face, and a trace of five o'clock shadow, he just oozed heat. He was from Southern California. His father was a movie mogul, and he was interested in photography. He was also a surfer and one of the top junior golfers in the state. His essay said that he liked to study hard and play harder. Sanderson Country Club, which offered playing privileges to all undergraduates, was one of the best courses in the East. James' father was probably the only adult in Highland Park who did not play golf. He'd never tried to interest James in the game.
As demanding as the review of the questionnaires was, James still found time for his friend, William Hudson. They got together in Bill's little bungalow at least two or three times a week. It seems that through his roommate at State Bill had discovered some other gay boys and had become something of a slut. "I managed to keep my grades up," he told James, "but I made out almost every day, twice on Sunday."
"Good for you," James had replied.
Their routine was pretty much the same each time they met. They'd spend fifteen or twenty minutes talking about anything but sex, then one of them would grab the other's dick and hold on while they strode to the bedroom. They'd strip each other. One would go down on his knees and eat the other until they would reverse positions. Then before they'd gone over the edge, they'd crawl in bed and sixty-nine until they both had left loads in each other's gullets.
After an intermission, Bill usually asked to be fucked. At school, he'd really gotten into taking it up his ass. James was always happy to oblige.
Two hundred miles north of Dallas, Max Paxton managed to get a summer job with a tree service. It kept him in shape. He also made contact with Rick Hernandez again, who told him that the owner of the radio station had come in one night, caught Amos messing around with a kid, and fired his ass. Rick did say that if Max wanted some action, he could provide some, and Max gratefully accepted the offer. He was to discover that more was going on in his small town than he could ever have dreamed.
For instance, one night Rick took him to a cheap motel on the edge of town. Rick said somebody wanted to meet him. He knocked on a door. It was opened by a naked, older Latino man already fully stiff. "Poppa, you remember Max Paxton, don't you?" Rick asked.
George and James talked by telephone at least once a week. They compared notes on prospectives' questionnaires, but also just enjoyed talking. "You know what you need to do," James said one day. "You oughta come down to Dallas for the Fourth of July. I know you all have the Boston Pops and fireworks, but we have the Dallas Wind Symphony and a big fireworks show at Fair Park and a lot of other shit, and you can't get Texas Barbecue in Boston."
After several more conversations and conferences with parents, it was agreed that George would come down on Sunday, the first, and stay through the fourth. Both men were overjoyed.
Back at Sanderson, Richard Baucum was hard at work. He noticed that the six DIKa officers were still in residence and wanted to know why. He learned of the peculiar DIKa rush procedures; so according to the rule set down by the board, he approached the President to suggest that all fraternities be required to follow the same routine.
"Mr. Baucum," the President proclaimed, "When you have been here a bit longer, you will—and pardon my language—learn not to screw with Delta Iota Kappa. A greater percentage of its alumni contribute to the annual fund than those of any other campus organization. They also give a greater dollar amount. Their alumni speak with great authority not only in the Alumni Association but in councils across the country. And DIKa has been here almost from the day the university was founded. Do I make myself clear?"
Baucum felt that he had to do something to make himself acceptable to the university community, and he hit upon the idea of having "Outstanding Student Trophies" awarded to one sophomore, one junior, and one senior each year. The award would be based on the student's grades, his extra-curricular activities, and his popularity among his peers. After considerable discussion with the other deans and approval by the president, it was decided that each category would count one-third. The extra-curricular participation would be scored by the coaches or sponsors of each activity, based on a common method of evaluation. Members of each class could go and cast votes for whomever they wished. Each vote would count as one point on a student's score. So the student with the highest overall scores in each class would receive the trophy. It seemed a fair method to all.
Baucum did have an ulterior motive, however. He was sure that at least one DIKa would win a trophy, and Baucum hoped to gain his confidence and learn more about the fraternity. He was sure DIKa was evil in more ways than letting their members drink alcohol.
Of course, everyone has secrets. Almost everyone is "evil" in one way or another. Baucum was no exception. His library contained a large collection of videotapes. The boxes had titles like "The Miracle on Massengail Avenue," "Peter's Denial," and "Seeking Christ's Way." The illustrations left no doubt that they were good Christian movies, made by companies like Gospel Classic Films. But in many of the boxes the cassettes were on very different subjects. One, in fact, was "Deep Throat." Not that Baucum was a total hypocrite. He prayed continually that he would not yield to temptation and watch any of his forbidden titles. But he often proved that he was human too.
George arrived at the American terminal at DFW only three minutes late. He was met by James, and they pulled into the Winthrops' driveway just before cocktail time. After George was greeted by the Winthrops, James took his stuff up to show him his room.
"I guess we ought to shake," George said.
Showing his dick, James answered, "Well, I shook with you and your dad, when I came up to Boston." So they performed the DIKa ritual. Then they joined the others in the family sitting room.
Most of the houses in Highland Park were built before there were dens or great rooms. So the Winthrops' house had a formal living room and dining room, then a sitting room and family dining room, along with a library and game room. The Winthrops' had updated many of the house's features, including a wet bar in the family sitting room.
Mr. Winthrop had prepared a pitcher of martinis for the adults, and a lowball for James' sister, Kimberly. The lowball looked very much like a Tom Collins, except that it contained only fruit juice, sugar and water with a garnish of cherries and lime.
Kimberly was glad to join the adults this time around, since it was obvious she was quite taken with their guest from Boston. But it was her father who directed the conversation.
"Did you have a good flight, George," he began.
"Super," George replied. "Dad and Mom got me to the airport just in time, so I wouldn't have to wait. We got off on time and arrived on time. It's hard to believe you can go from Boston to Dallas in just four hours. And," he giggled, "the flight attendant didn't card me."
There was laughter all around. "Well, the rules somehow don't apply a mile high," Mr. Winthrop responded, "and they didn't even back in the days when we took trains with club cars," he hastily added.
"I know James told you about the Wind Symphony Concert and the Fair Park fireworks," he continued, "but there's also fireworks over in Fort Worth with the Fort Worth Symphony. You might like that better."
"Well," George answered, "I guess everybody's been to the Pops' Fourth of July concert at the Esplanade. I've never heard the Metropolitan Winds play in Boston. They're supposed to be really good. They're a semi-pro outfit that was started about ten years ago."
"The Dallas Wind Symphony is fully professional," James cut in. "They've even made several recordings."
"I'd like to hear them," George said. "I guess Dallas will have bigger fireworks too, won't they?"
Mr. Winthrop laughed. "Not necessarily. Cow Town may be smaller, and Fort Worth bankers may still wear cowboy boots to work, but they compete something fierce."
"I thought George and I might go to Six Flags over Texas tomorrow," James suggested. "He's never been to Disneyland or anything."
"Well, I still say it should be `Five Flags'," Mr. Winthrop retorted. "France never had suzerainty over Texas."
"My father, the historian," James teased.
"Can I go to Six Flags with you?" Kimberly asked.
"Oh, I think the boys have a lot to catch up on," Mrs. Winthrop interjected. "There'll be plenty of time for you to get to know George."
After two martinis and one lowball dinner was served. Mammoth t-bone steaks with stuffed baked potatoes, and a green salad with cherry tomatoes and scallions tossed in a sesame seed dressing with just a hint of bleu cheese. Mr. Winthrop said it was like the dressing served at the Cattleman's Steak House downtown. The dessert was a fresh peach cobbler topped with vanilla-flavored whipped cream. Then there was coffee and brandy in the sitting room. George was more than ready for bed.
Monday morning, the Winthrops had already breakfasted before George awoke. Winthrop had to go to the office. Kimberly had a ballet lesson. She hated that, but it was what girls in Highland Park did. James had had breakfast and retreated back to his bed.
George came down to the main hall and found Hyrum, the Winthrops' "whatever man" awaiting his arrival. "Good morning, sir," Hyrum said. "Would you like breakfast?"
"Certainly some coffee," George responded.
"This way, sir," Hyrum answered. He led George into the Family Dining Room, where there was already a place set for him. "What would you like for breakfast?" Hyrum next asked.
George had experienced such a morning ritual a couple of times in Chestnut Hill, but he had hardly expected to be faced with it in Texas. Still, he knew not to ask, "What do you have?" His response was, "What do you recommend? I like all sorts of things."
"Cook makes amazing waffles," Hyrum answered. "Mostly cream, with just a dash of milk. And she has country bacon, but Mr. Winthrop gets this wonderful whole-hog sausage from a farmer he knows."
"You've convinced me," George replied. "Waffles and sausage for me."
"And we has fresh squeezed orange juice. I know you'll have some of that."
As George was drooling over the unbelievable breakfast, Mrs. Winthrop appeared.
Taking her place at the table, she asked, "May I have coffee please, Hyrum?" Then she said, "George, I hope you don't think we deserted you, but James said he thought you'd like to sleep in after your flight. He's not too vigorous himself this morning. But we love having you. James had spoken of you quite often."
"Thanks, Mrs. Winthrop. But I didn't expect such a wonderful breakfast, even so."
"Deloris is a jewel," Mrs. Winthrop said. "Years ago she worked at a restaurant that served `cream waffles,' that were unbelievably good. She said that they must have cream in them and she created her recipe for us. I have one almost every morning."
At that point James shows up. "So Sleeping Beauty's up at last!" he cried.
George couldn't resist responding, "Nobody's ever called me `beauty' before."
Even Mrs. Winthrop joined in the laughter.
"So if you've finished breakfast, Beauty, we'll be off," James retorted.
They stopped by Bill Hudson's first. James wanted George to meet him, and he also thought Bill might want to go to Six Flags with them. It turned out he had to run some errands, but invited them to come over after dinner, and they tentatively accepted. Driving to Arlington, where Six Flags is located, James explained that Bill would probably want to get into George's pants, and that he and Bill would probably get into something, but that George shouldn't feel pressed to do anything he didn't want to.
"Hell," George responded, "I haven't been with a guy since I left Sanderson. Might be just what the doctor ordered to have a little boy sex."
They both thoroughly enjoyed the amusement park and it was almost cocktail time, when they returned to Highland Park. James' dad announced that he wanted to take them all to dinner at the Fairmont, so James called Bill and moved their visit to the following morning. The fashionable dining room of the Fairmont Hotel passed for Dallas' best restaurant at the time, and Kimberly got to sit next to George. After dinner, James suggested that his parents' take him and George on at bridge, saying that they'd become quite good at Sanderson. It turned out they were not quite good enough.
When they arrived at Bill Hudson's pad about ten the next morning, they found Bill already in the buff. That is, he was wrapped in a bath towel, until he reached for George's balls and the towel fell off. "James says you're straight, but you can't be too straight if you two are such good friends," Bill said.
"Don't be too sure," James laughed.
"I doubt anybody's totally straight, given motive and opportunity," George responded.
"Well, I think I'm feeling motive getting stiff right here in my hand, and you can just call me, `Mr. Opportunity.'"
"So are you going to take advantage of me?" George smiled.
"Yeah, before James does."
George was wearing an Izod polo, his ample fuzz showing at the neck. Bill grabbed the tail and pulled the shirt over his head. "Nice," he said. "Let's see the rest of you." Then turning to James, he added, "Can you undress yourself, or do I have to strip you too?"
In record time all three were naked and in Bill's bed. Bill was tasting every inch of Georges hairy bod, while James, totally amused by Bills passion, watched. George was totally passive, even when his dick disappeared down Bill's throat.
"Careful, man, he may bite it off," James teased.
"Well you're supposed to have some pretty good hospitals in Dallas," George panted.
Like George had said, he hadn't been with a guy since he left school, so it wasn't long before he'd dumped an ample load into Bill's esophagus. And Bill didn't waste a second before taking James on. George hadn't watched anybody get sucked, since the DIKa initiation. Bill put on quite a show, pulling back until only the bulb was in his mouth, then thrusting down to bury his nose in James' ample pubes. And since James had been satisfied a lot more recently than George had, it was quite a while before his cream oozed from the corners of Bill's mouth.
Later the three of them had lunch at James' and Bill's favorite barbecue joint.
. Breakfast was early on the fourth. The Highland Park Parade started at 9. The highlight was a huge American flag carried by a whole troop of Boy Scouts. It was truly a neighborhood event.
Hyrum had put baby back ribs in the cooker about six , so they were done in time for an early afternoon feast. There were the ribs with a fruit-based barbecue sauce that Hyrum said came from a plantation in the Arkansas Delta. Delores had prepared potato salad, tomatoes vinaigrette, baked beans, and watermelon for dessert. George thought the baked beans were tasty but a bit spicy, nothing like "the real thing" they made back in Boston.
The entourage arrived at Fair Park about four-thirty, in time to visit the museums before the concert began. The Wind Symphony gave an outstanding concert with lots of patriotic overtones, and the fireworks lasted well over half an hour. Everybody was ready for bed when they returned home.
Meanwhile, back on campus the six DIKa officers had combed through the myriad questionnaires, evaluations, and responses, and they had sent invitations to the seventy-five incoming freshmen selected to be interviewed during rush week. Jensen and Saxby were both among them. A promising football player from Alabama was also on the list.
Inquisitors were picked to examine each prospective, and men were assigned for each meeting to test the visitors' responses to being felt. All the members were notified of their roles, and the inquisitors received new copies of the prospectives' questionnaires, as well as the questionnaires sent by their teachers and friends, and the psychologists' evaluations. The inquisitors would know more about their prospectives than the prospectives knew about themselves.
Beau Bovier had graduated, so another brother had to be chosen to give the sex orientation. The officers' unanimous choice was James, despite his being only a sophomore. Bob Riley, the new president, would ask him if he'd accept the job as soon as he arrived back on campus.
The officers were able to return home for only two weeks before coming back for freshman registration and rush week.
Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.