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Joseph Andrew Collins Chapter 4
Standing there naked in front of Vince did not seem embarrassing or unnatural. There was fire in his eyes as he looked at me that made me excited and anxious.
"You are one of the most appealing men I have ever seen." he stated. Now I felt embarrassed. He seemed to sense my feelings and stepping forward, wrapped me in his firm embrace. It made me feel safe and loved. I had never felt this way when anyone else held me. His hands stroked up and down my back and butt. I shivered slightly, not certain whether it was the excitement of the moment, or the chill of his wet jeans against my skin. As if reading my mind, he stepped back slightly from me and undid his cut-off jeans, allowing them to slide to the floor, then stepped out of them.
It was my turn to look him over completely for the first time. Vince had a rigid cock about 7" long and 4" around, which pointed upward at about 35 degrees. It was cut and the large, dark red, bell shaped head was shiny with wet and precum. Below his shaft was a grapefruit-sized bag, which held two robin's egg-sized orbs. His pubic bush was thick and lush with the reddish blond hair that topped his head. It appeared to be neatly trimmed. There was no hair on his egg sac.
He stepped in to tightly press against me and our dicks slammed into each other and were pressed firmly together. I couldn't resist the urge to push harder against him and rub together with him.
"Slow down, my friend." he murmured to me. "We have all the time in the world. Everything doesn't have to happen at once."
"Oh, Vince." I groaned. "I want to be with you so much. I need to feel that we have a connection, something that makes us belong with each other."
"Joe." his voice had a stern edge and when I looked into his eyes the fire was still there, but I knew his passions were being strictly controlled. "Joe, I want you badly, but not much more can happen between us until after the Trials have ended. Until then, we have to control our feelings and delay our urges." I knew he was right. We both had commitments and duties we had to fulfill.
"I shouldn't have come here and started this." I murmured.
"I wouldn't have missed out on this for anything." Vince assured me. "We have taken a positive step, indicating our relationship is going forward and that we are both committed to it. Now, we need to back up for a little while and do what's required of us."
"Kiss me again, please." I asked. He kissed me and I was alone with him in a world of our own for another brief time. When we broke apart, Vince went to his dresser and took out two Tees and two pair of shorts, handing me one set. My stiff dick would not go away and I could see Vince was in the same state. I could tell he knew what I was thinking. He hugged me firmly again and steered me to his bed. Still holding tight, he sat on the bed and pulled me down on top of him as he stretched out.
Instinctively I placed my knees on either side of Vince's thighs and slowly moved myself in short thrusts, back and forth on top of him. Our groins and chests remained tight to each other. The sensations from my dick rubbing on his skin and cock were beyond anything I'd ever known. I forced myself to keep my movements slow, luxuriating in the sensations. Looking into Vince's eyes, I could see the pleasure he also felt. Both of us were groaning as our sensations heightened.
"Oh God, Vince." I moaned. "I can't hold out any longer." His hands, which had been caressing my back, grasped my butt and pulled me tightly against him. I heard him roar, but was so swept away in my own climax I didn't really know how long his lasted. As my mind cleared, I looked at Vince and found he was staring into my eyes. The big smile on his face and the sparkle in his eyes said volumes.
"I'm really going to get lost with you, little guy." he whispered. "You could break my heart." Lifting his head, he kissed me gently as his arms slid up my back and around my neck. We lay together for a while silently, my head on his chest listening to his breathing and the steady beat of his heart, his hands lightly stroking my back and sides.
The ringing of the House bell marked that it was lunchtime, so we cleaned up and dressed. We stopped by Brad's room and found he had already gone to the cafeteria. A bunch of the Brothers walked over there with us. The talk while we walked was about the Rush Week Cookout to be held at the Frat House tomorrow afternoon.
"What happens when someone shows up who hasn't been invited ?" I asked. "How do you know if they were invited ?"
"When they arrive, they need to sign in." Vince informed me. "Part of the sign in is indicating who the Brother was that invited them. If they don't know his name, they would need to point him out, to verify the invitation." I nodded my head in understanding.
"So if a Brother hasn't specifically invited someone, then they shouldn't come." I reviewed, speaking to no one in general.
"That's right." one of our companions affirmed.
"I suppose you don't score as highly, if you don't know the name of the4 Brother who invited you, than you would if you did know." I commented, again to no one in general. There was no response from anyone, but as I glanced around, everyone was kind of squinting at me. Better keep those thoughts to myself, I concluded.
When we had completed filling our trays, Vince and I went over to where Brad was sitting with some of his friends. As we approached, Brad glanced up at us.
"Hey, Tick." he greeted me with a smile, then the expression on his face changed to one of questioning as he glanced back and forth between Vince and myself. The smile reappeared. "What have you guys been up to ?" he asked innocently. "You both have a strange glow to you. Now where have I noticed that look before ?" The guys he was sitting with all made a point of looking at us. I noticed big smiles break out on Steve and Chris' faces.
"We've been getting wet, washing Vince's car." I stated, knowing I was stretching the truth a bit. "It was damn cold."
"It doesn't look too severe." Chris commented. "Looks like you managed to warm up okay."
"Thank you my Brothers for your candour and consideration." Vince stated, his voice heavy with sarcasm. He sat down at the table.
"Excuse me please, Sirs." I announced. "I need to talk to my other friends, so I'm going to go over and eat with them. Not waiting for any comments, I left.
Chuck and Pete were seated at a table down the aisle, so I went over to them and sat down.
"Do you guys know where Kirk is ?" I asked. Both of them had their mouths full, but they waved in the direction of the food line and I spotted him coming thru the checkout. He finally came over and sat with us. "Have you all been invited to the cookout at the Frat House tomorrow afternoon ?" I asked. They all shook their heads, yes. "Who invited you ?"
"That guy over there." Pete indicated Sandy, one of the Brothers who had competed with me in my training period.
"Make sure you know the name of the Brother who invited you." I told them. "You'll be asked and it will count as part of your evaluation."
"What evaluation ?" Chuck asked.
"Listen, all of you." I counselled them. "These gatherings during Rush Week are not only for fun and games. During each one you attend, you will be evaluated by any number of the Brothers, so that during the selection process they will know who you are. How you act, what you say, how you deal with them and others will all be noticed. If you want in, remember at all times you are being tested."
The rest of the afternoon and evening I spent with my brother, Brad. We hung at the House for a while; ran my exercise routine and ended up going out to dinner and a movie. We knew we would not see much of each other for the next few weeks and when we did, our relationship would not be as brothers, but as Brother and Pledge. I asked him to tell Vince that I understood from tonight on, he was the Pledge Master and I was a candidate and that I would not let either of them down. When we each headed to our separate residences, we hugged and he told me as he usually did, to behave myself.
I had breakfast with my dorm mates the next morning. We all slept late seeing as it was Sunday. There was an Ecumenical Church Service and to say my guys were resistant to attending would be a gross understatement. They finally relented when I told them it was required, but there was no end of grumbling all the way to the SUB.
When we entered, there were about 200 people there. My group started to grasp the importance of our being there when they found DPD Brothers in dress blazers and slacks acting as ushers and leading people to their seats with a friendly greeting.
"Oh, Great Master," Pete intoned to me, "you are wise beyond all understanding."
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. Kirk came with me to the gym when I did my exercise program. He tried to work along with me, but gave up after 10 minutes and went to the free weights room. We went back to Roberts Hall to shower. When consulted on what to wear to the Cookout, I suggested neat, casual clothes and clean runners or polished shoes.
My dorm mates started to change and I lay on my bed reading the end of the book I had started just before coming to school a couple weeks ago. Kirk kept glancing at me and finally disappeared into the bathroom and returned shortly with our neighbours.
"Why aren't you getting dressed ?" Kirk asked, with the other two there to give him support.
"I'm not going." I responded. "I wasn't invited."
"Why not ?" Chuck roared.
"I'm not sure." I told them. "It may be a message to me that like any other hopeful applicant, I have to be asked to be part of things. It may have been decided for some reason, that I shouldn't be there. It's not my place to ask."
"I'm not going either." Kirk snarled, ripping off his shirt and throwing it on the floor.
"Yes you are !" I growled back. "This is not about you. This is about me and my relationship with the Frat. This is not a team thing yet, we are being graded as individuals and you need to score all the points you can. You're going and you're going to make a good showing and great impression." They knew there was no further question about their going, so they finished dressing and reluctantly left.
I went to the cafeteria at dinnertime and took my tray over to a table where some of the people from my classes sat. We chatted about courses and how we were each getting along at school. Just as I finished eating, there was a loud thudding sound as the north end cafeteria doors flew open and in stomped Andrew, Ray and Hogan, three of the DPD Brothers. They looked around and then came determinedly toward me. I stood up and faced them as they approached.
"Collins ! Do you have any idea how pissed the Pledge Master is with you ?" Andrew, who is Past President of the Chapter, asked me.
"No Sir." I responded having no idea what was going on.
"Well it's about twice as much as Chris and half of how mad your brother is." he informed me. There was a pause, I think to let what he'd said sink in.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I answered, uncertain what I had done. "Sir, I don't know what I've done." They stood there and stared at me as if I were a total idiot.
"Joe," Hogan addressed me in a quiet, restrained voice, like I was mentally challenged, "the Cookout. You're suppose to be at the Frat House for the Rush Week Cookout."
"No, Sir." I responded. "I wasn't invited, Sir. I thought I was not to attend." The three of them looked back and forth at each other as if I'd just told them some magnificent secret.
"Joe, why didn't you say something ? Ask one of us ?" Ray wanted to know.
"I couldn't, Sir." I stated. "That wouldn't have been proper."
"But..." Ray started.
"No. He's right." Andrew asserted. "That wouldn't have been proper. Come with us, Joe."
"I'm not dressed properly, Sir." I objected. I had on an old sweatshirt, baggy shorts and old runners.
"You're dressed just fine." Andrew responded. They walked me out of the cafeteria. It didn't take long to reach the Frat House. The Cookout was in full swing on the front lawns and I would estimate there must have been about 300 guests there, as well as all the Brothers. Andrew took me into the House, while Hogan and Ray stayed outside to locate and tell the others we'd arrived. We went to Andrew's room and he invited me to sit in one of the lounge chairs there, while he sat in another. We chatted idly for a few minutes about general topics, not anything concerning why we were there.
The Frat House is actually a combination of a number of structures. The main House was a huge, old Victorian mansion, which was originally built in the late 1920s, when the first DPD Fraternity Charter was issued. Over the years, satellite buildings have been added as branches to the original structure. The original House was now mostly activity area. The ground floor of it is divided about two-thirds as one large Living Room, which is used as a general lounge and meeting area for all members. The other third is an immense Formal Dining Room.The Office of the Chapter President is also on the first level. There are meeting rooms and offices on the second floor and a kitchen/pantry area capable of preparing snacks, parties, or even large sit-down dinners. Two dumb waiters connected it to the Dining Room downstairs.
The four peripheral buildings are two story units. As each year's new class of Brothers are inducted into the Fraternity, they are given one of the peripherals to use as their residence during their four years of education at the College. Each building has a lounge on its main floor and a room used as an office or strategy room. The second floor is the Brothers' bedrooms, the toilet area and the shower/drying room areas. The basements of all the structures are interconnected and the games, laundry, exercise, storage and boiler rooms are on that level. There are also a number of other areas down there, I have never had occasion to visit.
I could hear the clomp of feet coming down the hall. The door flew open and almost instantly Chris, Vince and Brad were all standing in front of me. I had a brief flash image of smoke and fire coming out of their ears and noses. I stood up and faced them.
"What the hell did you think you were doing ?" Brad demanded, anger evident in his voice.
"Whoa !" Andrew interjected. "He wasn't invited." There was dead silence in the room. The three of them looked at each other and each gave a slight negative wiggle of his head to the others, indicating he had not done it. "And he knew it was inappropriate of him to ask."
"Who was suppose to ask him ?" Chris quietly asked Brad.
"We never really decided. I just thought Vince would do it, during one of their quiet moments, if there had been any." Brad answered back. I think Vince and I both blushed, knowing then that we had been heard earlier.
"Well, Vince is the new one here. We'll just blame him." Chris replied.
"Wait a minute, I'm the Pledge Master. I'm not suppose to invite anyone. It could be considered prejudicial." Vince offered.
"Then the best thing would be to make it a duty of the Past President." Chris resolved. "It's definitely Andrew's fault. Remind me to rebuke him at the next Executive Council meeting."
"Why don't you three take a flying leap and fuck off." Andrew responded. He turned to me. "Joe, there's been an administrative screw up, by persons best remaining unknown. We on behalf of the Fraternity apologize for the inconvenience and uncertainty this has caused you. You understand now why the regulations require a Past President, so he can straighten out what the Sophomores mess up ? You are herein invited, requested and commanded to be present at all Rush Week activities sponsored by the DPD Fraternity."
"Thank you, Sir." I responded, directing my comment to Andrew.
"Really sorry, Tick." Brad said, giving me a tight hug. Vince went to hug me, but a distinct clearing of Brad's throat caused him to stop and extend his hand for me to shake as he apologized. When he said, how sorry he was, Chris hugged me like Brad had.
"Joe, we have a very unique situation here with you and your relationship with all the Brothers." Andrew stated. "From now on, you will come and speak to me regarding anything you are not sure about. I don't care if it would be inappropriate to ask anyone else, you can ask me. That will include during the time of the Trials. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir." I responded. "Thank you, Sir." With this little crisis of misunderstanding settled, we all returned to the Cookout and I joined my friends. We had a terrific time and I think my friends made good impressions with a lot of the Brothers. We stayed until nearly one o'clock in the morning and then went back to the dorm and talked for a couple more hours before crashing.
Rush Week was very strange for me. Although I saw Brad and the other Brothers regularly throughout the week, it did not have the same feeling for me as it always had previously. I felt really awkward about how to act. These men had been my friends, some of them for two years. They had always made me feel like I was one of them, even though I knew I was not. They had in many ways been brothers to me, just as much as Brad and in some ways my feelings about each of them, were often similar to the way I loved him. Now there was a gulf between us and I could tell it not only made me feel strange, but also many of them as well.
Most of the Brothers were very much aware of my change in status and tried to accommodate the awkwardness we each felt. Others tried to proceed as if nothing were different and it was left to me to stand straighter and address them as "Sir" when interacting, to help reinforce the difference was actually real. A couple just plain refused to accept the difference and without realizing it, made my life much more difficult. One such Brother was Sandy Urich.
Sandy was a second year student who had been Pledged last year. I met him early a year ago, when he was a new Freshman, very lonely and somewhat homesick. I knew what that could be like, having travelled at an early age for competition matches. During my first visit last year to Brad and the Brothers, I noticed Sandy in the gym, doing his exercise routine. He was alone and had no one to spot for him while he was bench pressing, so I went over and offered. He seemed happy to just have someone to talk with.
I learned that Sandy was a Track and Field Sprinter. He had come to this college because of its reputation for athletic development and also the high level of academics. It turned out he was not only a very good sprinter and very good-looking, but also he had a brain. He was going to be a Doctor. However, in spite of involvement in some advanced martial arts training, his self-confidence was lagging and he was still very shy. During that first weekend, I made sure he met some of the Brothers and before I left, I asked Brad to look out for him. By the time I came back for another visit, Brad had nominated him, he had passed Trials and joined the Fraternity, gaining a number of very close, supportive friends. But he always said, I was his number one friend and he always treated me special when I was with him.
Sandy was one of three Brothers who had stopped to speak to me on Wednesday afternoon when we passed each other in the SUB. It was obvious that the mistake of my not being invited to the Cookout had become common knowledge among the Brothers, as each of them made a point of inviting me to the Basketball Tournament the next day. I assured them that Andrew had covered the bases. We all had a bit of a laugh about it.
"Some of us are barbequing steaks for dinner tonight, Joe, instead of going to the cafeteria." Sandy informed me. "Come on with us over to the House and have dinner." It was pretty obvious he had made an error in protocol inviting me when the other two Brothers gave him death glares. "What ? What's the matter ? It's only Joe." he responded back to their fierce looks.
"I can't, Sir." I addressed Sandy. "It would not be appropriate for one of the Freshmen being Rushed to go to an activity others were not included in."
"It's just dinner, Joe." he argued. "No one cares about you having dinner with us. No matter what else, you're still my best friend."
"Thank you, Sir." I responded. "I always will be, but right now I'm a Freshman, looking to become a Pledge. That's all I can be." Luckily for me, Andrew came up to where we were standing just then.
"You having a problem, Collins ?" he asked gruffly.
"No, Sir." I replied, standing a little bit straighter.
"Then move along, Collins." he suggested. "These Brothers have other things to do than spend their whole day in discussion with one Freshman."
"Yes, Sir." I acknowledged. He winked at me as I turned and walked away. I could tell Sandy was really upset, but I saw him walk off slowly with Andrew and I knew he would be all right. After that encounter Sandy backed off. I could see how difficult it was for him, but Andrew seemed to always be in the background, ready to keep situations from becoming too intense.
The Basketball Tournament held on Thursday at the Sports Complex was well attended. There were five courts and each game was 15-minutes long with a 10-minute break between games. One Brother served as Captain of each team and team members were changed by rotation for each game. Three Brothers refereed each game. The winners of the Tournament were the five individuals who played on the most winning teams. They comprised the Super Team and played one final match against a full team of Brothers. . Nice prizes were given to the Super Team members, even though they didn't win their final match.
Everyone seemed to have a really good time. There were refreshments for everyone. Any women who attended as dates were encouraged to group together as Cheerleaders to cheer on their men. Some of them got right into it
The Epsilon Gamma Sorority is the largest and longest established group of women on campus. If a Freshman Sister does not have a steady boyfriend and requires an escort for a function, the girls under the guidance of their Big Sisters, always approach DPD Brothers. It's a tradition, which goes back to the beginning of the Sorority.
The relationship of co-eds with the DPD Fraternity men may be a little difficult to understand. This is a unique group of individuals. If you think they are just horny, hot blooded, skirt chasing, find them and bed them guys, you would be about 90% right. The uniqueness is that they are "Gentlemen", every single one of them. The co-eds on our campus know without reservation, the Brothers can be trusted. If a young woman is interested in an overnight, short or long term relationship, a Brother will tell her right up front if he has mutual aspirations. If she wants an escort, with no ties or physical involvement, a Brother will respect her wishes. Do DPD Brothers fuck ? Like bloody rabbits. There seems to be no end of the beautiful, appreciative co-eds who regularly occupy their beds.
Many long-term relationships bloom within the House. Brothers often find women with similar ideas, plans and desires equal to their own and develop relationships in the established atmosphere of the House. Many of these relationships continue after graduation and develop into lifelong commitments. Brad and I are the products of one such union.
I have always enjoyed basketball. With a 6'3" brother who played basketball with me from the time I was 6 years old, it was a good thing I did. I found many of the guys playing underestimated me because of my size. They also didn't allow for my speed and I came very close to playing on the Super Team. I saw Brad checking frequently to see what my standing was. I think he was hoping I would play against him at the end, but that wasn't to be this time.
One of the things I noticed was that the Brothers who were team Captains, broke off with the Referees during each 10-minute break following a game and made notes together. I figured they were logging summaries about the individuals they had played with as part of their selection process. My assumption was reinforced when I noted Vince, Chris and Steve making the rounds during these periods, individually monitoring the discussions that were held.
The tournament ended by dinnertime. The locker rooms were filled. When we had arrived and changed into gym clothing, it had not been crowded, with small groups of people coming and going over a period of time. Now, everyone was showering and changing at once, so it seemed there were people everywhere. What's a horny gay guy to do, surrounded by a litany of ideal male physiques ? Ease back and enjoy, of course.
As I glanced around the locker room, I noticed there were Brothers everywhere. Instead of dressing in a group as you might expect, like other friends were doing, they were spread out where they could collectively monitor activity throughout the whole of the room. Another evaluation, I thought. Wonder if this one is measured in inches ? I laughed to myself. Turning back to the locker I was using, I grabbed my towel, ready to go to the shower. Without looking, I turned, heading to the showers and walked directly into a chest. I looked up to apologize and gazed into the smiling face of my brother, Brad.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I said, trying not to smile too largely.
"You should be, Tick." he responded back. "I came over here just to go have a shower with my brother and here you go and try to run over me. Can we cut the 'Sir' crap for a few minutes ?"
"I don't know, Sir." I replied. "If we do, am I letting myself open for a lecture on not giving the proper respect to all the Brothers ?" He knew I was teasing from my big smile.
"Could happen." he teased back. "We'll have to see." We went into the showers together. Kirk followed behind with Pete and Chuck. They grouped together and left Brad and me off to the side to talk on our own.
"I've really missed seeing you all week, Tick." Brad said, as we both began to soap up. "It's very hard having you so close and yet not having you with me. Is everything going all right ?"
"Yeah. Everything is fine." I reported. "I'm glad we got to go to dinner last Saturday though. It would have seemed a lot longer if we hadn't."
"I'm sorry about the mix-up over the Cookout." he told me. "I hate it when we aren't of one mind with each other about what's going on. That was mostly my fault, but you should have said something to me."
"I couldn't put you in that position." I explained again.
"There is never anything you can't bring to me, Tick. I don't care about appearances or tradition. We've been together a lot longer than I've been here and you are more important than any of it. Don't ever think otherwise." Brad insisted.
"Why don't you fuckin' queers go get a room ?" a voice beside us said loudly. "Go apologize and then fuck yourselves to death, but don't stand in the middle of the rest of us normal men and whine about not seeing each other for a whole week." There was absolute silence in the shower room. I saw Brad set his jaw and start to turn to the loudmouth, so I grabbed his arm to keep him from turning.
"A-One man." Chuck called out from beside me. "You tell them. Why should all of us be subjected to the big Brother talking to his little brother. Let them know right out what a narrow minded, bigoted, homophobic son-of-a-bitch you are. Don't make anyone wait to find it out." There were chuckles from a number of the Brothers around the showers. Everyone else seemed in a stunned silence.
"What the hell you doin' hittin' on your little brother, Brad ?" Andrew called out. "I thought it was my turn next to get hit on." There was more and louder laughter now.
"Get in line, like everyone else, Andrew." Brad called back over to him. "I told you before, family always comes first." He turned around and stared at the antagonist standing before him and said. "You might as well leave now, I don't believe you're going to be bothered with invitations any more."
"I didn't know you were one of the Brothers." the guy whined defensively. "I thought the two of you were talking queer-like. It don't mean I wouldn't still make it as a Pledge."
"Yeah, it does." Brad responded. "And it says even more that you don't see it."
"If any of the rest of you think along the lines of our former want-to-be associate here," Andrew stated loudly, "you had best reconsider Pledging to DPD. We don't house bigotry in any form." We were done showering and after returning to the locker room and dressing, we went to get our dinners.
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