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DELTA IOTA KAPPA
by Macout Mann
Chapter 8
Transitions
The semester rushed by.
"Henry V" was supplanted by composition assignments and then by short stories and poems. In American Government analysis of the Constitution was followed by the nuts and bolts of how legislation gets passed. James excelled in all four of his classes.
Aided by George, Max Paxton gained greater confidence and better study habits. His next effort in Speech class was such a great improvement over the first that the professor publicly marveled at how his first speech could have been so disasterous .
Max also depledged Acacia. He said he had nothing in common with them. George would have liked him to have another chance at DIKa, but the rules were clear. No second rush. He and George did continue to develop their friendship. They studied. together, and they had sex together. George more often than not was the top, and he came to think of himself as bi. Max became quite comfortable with the fact that he was gay. He hooked up with Sammy Burns, the football player who had first tried to seduce him. He also made out with Gary Hanson, the other gay DIKa pledge. James was civil to Max, but never revealed that he was gay. He still held a grudge against the football player, because of his earlier behavior; and although he was now much more relaxed about his orientation, he still was as good as ever at playing macho straight.
At the DIKa House, however, James didn't lack for partners. Gary Hanson, several other pledges, Beau Bouvier, and occasionally both George and Jerry Squires, his roommate and mentor, kept him sexually active. And of course Mr. Cockrell returned from time to time. James introduced him to Gary, and Cockrell delighted in the resulting opportunity for three-way sex.
James' friendship with Jessica blossomed. He really enjoyed her company, and he had never shunned heavy petting. She also made their relationship much less worrisome by declaring that sex was off-limits for her until marriage. They attended home games together, went to movies, the occasional party, and always went for coffee between classes.
James also proved a natural at debate. He was initially put off by the national topic for '78-'79, whether the federal government should implement a program to guarantee employment opportunities for all citizens in the labor force. His gut reaction: Hell no! Won't work! But as he researched the topic, he amassed sufficient evidence on both sides that, coupled with his natural oratorical talents, he quickly moved to the varsity squad and led Sanderson to several victories.
He was partnered with a junior, Rich Lovett, whom James immediately suspected was gay. Rich was a good looking blond with a slight build, a slight lilt in his voice, and the tiniest swish to his gait. It was on their first trip away from Sanderson that James' suspicions were confirmed.
At the University of Delaware they were in the same motel room. It was a two day tournament. They had won three of the debates, lost one on day one. After dinner they both went back to the motel, dead tired. James said he was going to shower and hit the sack, and asked Rich if he wanted to shower first. Rich told him to go ahead, so James stripped, hung his debate suit in the closet and padded to the bathroom.
Almost a half-hour later, showered, shaved, and shampooed, he reemerged to find Rich, still fully dressed, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Damn," Rich said, "I'd give my right nut to have a bod like yours." Then he quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, but..."
James casually caressed his package, saying, "Nothing wrong with your build. Different strokes for different folks. I didn't go out to become a muscle man or anything. Just started swimming when I was about four and still do. Hit the pool at the gym during `free swim' whenever I can. Tennis bulked up my arms and thighs a little, but that's no big thing. I aint a weight room freak for sure."
"Well I was a scrawny kid, never wanted to go out for anything. Now I wish I had," Rich mused.
James sat on the bed opposite Rich. He knew Rich was scoping out his privates. It was like the night Beau Bouvier seduced him. "One thing," he teased, "no amount of exercise is goanna bulk up your dick." They both giggled, and James felt himself again.
"That's for sure," Rich said, and his hand also found its way to his crotch.
James swung around and lay on his back. "You going to take a shower?" he asked.
"I guess I'd better."
"Hell, man, don't be shy." James became bolder even though Rich was two years ahead of him. "I've seen a dick before and you've been looking at mine for the past ten minutes. I stay naked whenever I can." Again he massaged his package. "And if I get horny, I'm not embarrassed about it. Happens."
Somewhat reluctantly, Rich removed his shirt and dress pants, leaving his boxers in place. James felt that his reluctance to strip had more to do with his discomfort over the shape of his body than anything else. He didn't have well defined pecs, but his nipples were large and pert. He had scant chest hair, but ample growth under his arms. James wondered what his pubes looked like. He figured he'd find out.
Rich evidently made a decision while in the shower. He left the bathroom bareassed. James was still lying in bed looking over debate notes. His coach had taught him well. Find authorities that your opponents are unfamiliar with, and unless they're of championship caliber, they won't be able to refute you; and the judges will reward you, even if the authority you're quoting is weak.
He looked up to see Rich's fairly fat dick almost buried in a forest of blond public hair. "Feel better?" he asked, and before he could get an answer he added, "You aint so bad to look at yourself, man."
Rich grinned. "Nice of Mr. Adonis to say so," he replied.
"Adonis, hell!" James said. "You ought to meet my friend, Bill, back home. He could pose for a Greek statue anytime." Not quite true, but what the hell? Again he clawed his crotch, this time a little more vigorously.
"You two swim together?" Rich asked.
"Nah. He was into tennis, though. That's how I met him, in tennis class; but we got to be bosom buddies all through high school. I wish he could have come to Sanderson with me."
Rich sat on the edge of James' bed. "So...," he hesitated, "you and this Bill mess around?" He had decided if James was straight, he probably wouldn't understand the implication. If he did understand, that would tell him what he needed to know. Either way, he felt his dick begin to swell.
"What do you think?" James laughed. "As often as we could for about five years."
Rich's hand encircled James' dick. "Nice," he said. "I never would've dreamed you were gay," he said.
"Nor I you," James lied.
Sure!" Rich spat. "Not the way you were teasing me, grabbing your cock and shit." That didn't seem to matter. Rich tasted James' now rigid dick without another word.
James savored the stimulation of his tool. Rich was an undoubted expert. His lips were like a vacuum pump. His tongue a licking machine. James lay back. If he'd been a cat he would have purred. Rich brought him near climax and then relaxed, letting James' dick rest against his throat. Then he started to suck again, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Minutes passed, before Rich picked up the tempo of his mouth motions, his lips sliding the full length of James ample organ faster and faster. And then, as James exploded, Rich drank the whole output of James' balls.
James congratulated himself for not jacking off in the shower, as he lay back exhausted. "How did you learn to suck like that?" he panted.
"Just practice," his partner responded.
Rich pulled up next to his partner and they hugged each other, James massaging Rich's brown tits with his lips. They fell asleep in a tight embrace.
Next day they won all four of their debates, gaining a tie for first in the tournament. Each seemed to be able to figure out everything the other was going to say and respond appropriately without having to think ahead.
As expected, Sanderson finished the football season with one win and eight losses. The final tally:
William and Mary 10-13
Arkansas 48-3
North Carolina State 14-6
Maryland 24-10
East Carolina 15-14
Duke 28-13
Alabama Birmingham 16-14
South Carolina 21-0
Memphis State 14-6
Having made his peace with himself, Paxton found that the members of the football team came to accept him. Sammy Burns didn't find it necessary to "out" him. He was able to substitute in three more games, and didn't embarrass himself again. He had given some thought to dropping out of Sanderson and trying his luck in a less academically rigorous school, but partly due to George's advice he decided to remain as long as he could keep his scholarship. And, having made his peace with himself, he just loved sucking and fucking.
Toward the end of the semester, the important day arrived when DIKa's pledges would become actives. Each pledge was to be presented by three actives, James by his mentor, Jerry Squires, Britt Squires, the football quarterback, and Beauregard Bouvier. One hundred naked men assembled in the chapter room, ritually shook each others' dicks, and the twenty five pledges recited the oath that made them Delta Iota Kappas. Then symbolizing the solidarity of the entire membership, past and present, each new member's presenters knelt and took the new member's member into his mouth. The third presenter had the privilege of sucking the freshman to climax. Then the new member sucked each of his presenters to climax. For some of the members, this ceremony was the only time they engaged in man-to-man sex, but all were acutely aware of the lifelong bond that the ceremony created between all DIKas. Others, like Jerry Squires and even George Blaylock, while not considering themselves gay, or in Jerry's case even bi, never retreated from the undeniable pleasure that masculine intimacy provided.
And, oh yes, the new members received their pins.
James finished the semester 4.0. George was close behind with a 3.75. Even Max Paxton had a respectable 2.5. Jessica was happy with her 3.25.
The week of finals chartered busses left each day to take students to the airports in Norfolk or Baltimore and even to the Port Authority Terminal in New York. Some parents came to ferry home students who lived nearby, say within two or three hundred miles. Everyone looked forward to Christmas break.
Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.