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Jason graduated in June and was happy to have finished school in the top 5% of his class. All his extra studying while trying to avoid the coach had paid off. After he had been practically blackmailed into signing all of those documents in the spring, he'd gone back to his strategy of avoidance and hadn't had much contact with the coach since then. At least now he knew that he wouldn't be expelled or arrested.
The knowledge of the photos and the video were humiliating, but humiliating or not, he also had to admit that they were incredibly hot. He'd taken the copies of the photos that Coach Simmons had given him and hidden them in his room all summer. He tried to throw them away several times, to burn them or rip them into little pieces. But he always stopped, and found himself staring at the image of his face covered in Peter's cum, the dick that had delivered that massive load hanging ominously above him. As the summer progressed, Jason had gradually grown tired of Craig's collection of pussy porn, and his masturbation sessions were involving fantasies of Peter more and more frequently. As brief and one-sided as it had been, his moment in the laundry room on his knees in front of Peter had been the only real sexual contact in his young life and he wondered what would have happened if he'd simply given into the moment instead of struggling to avoid it. Maybe things would have been different. He felt awkward about the way things were left with Peter, who'd be returning to school as a junior this year. Jason wished that they'd had a chance to talk about what happened, but every time he saw the young stud in school he was surrounded by other jocks and pretty girls.
He'd spent a lot of time over the summer at the local library on the internet, trying to research the fraternity he had joined, but it wasn't very productive with only the name 'The Frat' to go on. He had found the webpage that listed all the Greek organizations on campus, but all of the frats had a much larger membership than the two dozen students that Mr. Grayson had eluded to. He even went so far as to call the student housing director to see if they had any information, but the man said he'd never heard of Mr. Grayson and that his office didn't track off-campus private student housing arrangements. Then, in early August, Jason received a phone call from someone with a deep voice and a slight accent named Karl, informing him of his scheduled arrival date and that a bus ticket would be waiting for him. Apparently Karl wasn't about to answer any of Jason's questions over the phone and as Jason began to ask them, the man tersely told him just to get on the bus when he was told to and then hung up.
So, when the day arrived, he packed a single duffle bag and said goodbye to Craig. His stepdad had gotten out of bed to see him off and gave Jason $50 to help with school. Then Craig told him that he'd soon be looking for a cheaper, one-bedroom apartment to live in. Jason took the obvious hint that moving back in wouldn't be an option. Now, for the last two hours, he'd stared out the window of the Greyhound bus, watching California's endless suburbs roll by, and wondering what lay ahead.
The bus finally arrived at the small, city terminal and Jason disembarked. Not knowing what to do, he followed the other passengers into the terminal where he saw a man holding a sign with the name 'Stillwell' on it. The man looked like a bodybuilder, easily 6'3", tan, with a flat dark crew cut. His biceps strained the tight polo shirt he wore and the veins in his arms were visible. The muscled calfs showing beneath his cargo shorts were further proof that he took his bodybuilding seriously, but he wasn't so massive that it was a hindrance to him. His face wasn't hideously ugly, but no one would have called him attractive. He had a squat nose that looked like it had been broken many times before, and dark eyes set under a thick brow that made him look he was permanently frowning. He looked strong, powerful and dangerous. The other people in the terminal were giving the man a wide berth and Jason was more than a little intimidated. Still, it was best to make a good first impression. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the mountain of muscle and stuck his hand out to shake.
"Hi, I'm Jason Stillwell. How are you? Are you Karl?"
The man stared at contemptuously at the outstretched hand for a few moments before turning around and grunting, "Follow me."
Jason followed the man out to the curb and into a white, nine passenger van with tinted windows. Jason hopped into the front passenger seat. As the van eased into traffic, Jason tried to start several conversations, asking about the campus, the frat and even the weather, but after several monosyllabic answers, he took the hint and settled back to look out the window and enjoy the ride.
The school was located about 30 minutes away, in a peaceful, park filled college town. The campus was founded over 100 years ago, and had many stately ivy covered buildings and halls. Being summer, there weren't many people around, but Jason got a kick out of seeing kids his age hanging out in coffee shops, laying in the grass on the quad and reading, and just hanging out and enjoying the fading days of summer. In a field next to the student union, several shirtless guys in cargo shorts were playing Frisbee. There were no parent's, no principals, and no supervision. Like many college freshmen, Jason basked in the feeling of the first total freedom he'd ever felt.
At the far side of campus was a large park that rose up into several tree covered hills and around the park were many large, old, stately homes and mansions. Jason's silent driver maneuvered their van up a curvy road through the park and to the a large wooden gate set into 12-foot high stone walls near the top of the hill. As the gate slid shut behind them, Jason got his first glimpse of the frat and it made his jaw drop.
It was like another world. To call it a house wasn't fair. The beautiful, two-story mansion was almost a small castle, made of dark gray, ivy covered stones, complete with rampart walls and a round , two-story tower in one corner. The walls of the building were filled with a lot of cross-hatch windows, but they all seemed to be slightly opaque, letting light in but preventing full views in or out. There was a large stone portico, under which the van now came to a stop, leading to two heavy wooden front doors. The several acres of grounds around the home were beautiful too, with sprinklers running on the lawn, large oak trees and willows, and flowers growing on vines and spilling out of beds. Jason couldn't believe he would be living here as he went to school. His heart soared and he felt as excited as a child about to enter Disneyland for the first time.
The van stopped and Jason hopped out, grinning. His driver was already pushing open one of the wooden doors and Jason followed him inside.
The inside of the mansion was just as impressive. Jason stood in an entry hall, paneled in rich dark wood, with hallways leading off into the house. A stairway to his left wrapped up a wall to a long banister on the second floor, and Jason could see a series of oil painted portraits of what he guessed were fraternity benefactors or past alumni. The floor was a beautifully polished wood, but he could only see part of it as most was covered with a thick wool carpet, woven in an intricate pattern. There was even a suit of armor in one corner. He heard the tick of a grandfather clock from down one of the halls, and the earthy smells of fine wood and leather reached Jason's nose.
Standing in the middle of the hallway was another man, who from the neck down looked like a clone of Jason's driver. He was maybe just a little taller and older, but his body still bulged with muscles. His features were Nordic, with a high cheekbones and fine blond hair. He stood in the center of the room, feet wide apart and holding a clipboard. Jason's first impression of his demeanor suggested that the man was someone who was used to being obeyed without question.
His driver walked up to the other man and simply grunted "Stillwell" in a gravelly voice.
The other man consulted his clipboard and made a tick mark. "Good, thank you Joe. Welcome to The Frat, pledge. I'm Karl, the deputy headmaster." Jason recognized the man's deep voice from the phone, but still couldn't place the accent. German maybe?
"Yeah, hi, I'm Jason Stillwell. Wow this place is amazing! I can't believe I'm going to be liv..."
"Joe will show you to your room," Karl interrupted, startling Jason into closing his mouth "I'll send Tyler up to meet you. There are several other freshman already here as well." The man appeared to think for moment and then his tone softened slightly and he tried to smile. "I don't mean to be rude, it's just I'm very busy. The rest of your pledge class is arriving today. New school year and all."
"Yeah, that's fine. I mean, no problem."
Karl nodded and Jason followed Joe up the stairs and down a long hallway that appeared to run the length of the house. Joe reached a door and opened it, motioning with his head for Jason to enter.
Jason entered the room and felt his first twinge of disappointment. The room was about 20x15 and sparsely decorated. Six cots with thin mattresses were arranged in two rows along the walls, with small trunks at the foot of each bed, military style. The floor was bare and the room had a musty, unused smell to it. On the plus side, there was a large window through which the afternoon sun spilled, although it just illuminated the fading paint on the walls and dust under the beds.
There were two guys already in the room, one laying on a cot, reading a sports magazine, and the other was standing in front of a mirror on the back wall, fiddling with his hair. They both looked towards him as Joe closed the door behind him.
"Hi I'm Jason Stillwell. Looks like we'll be roomies."
The boy on the bed raised his head in a causal nod. "Sup?" he said. "Eric Rangle." Eric was of Puerto Rican descent, with flawless coffee colored skin and coal black hair trimmed short over his scalp. His manner was casual and he wore the requisite baggy shorts, flip-flops and t-shirt that many frat boys favored. He looked like he was tall, maybe 6 foot, and had a decent build to him as well.
The other boy couldn't have been more different. "Hi Jason, it's nice to meet you! I'm Sebastian." The boy held out his hand towards the new arrival as he walked across the room. Jason could guess that Sebastian was probably gay. His lilting voice, the way he walked and the limpness of his handshake were all good indications. The thin blond boy was dressed in a tight swimsuit and had a towel draped over his shoulder. His hairless chest wasn't well defined, but he didn't appear to have much body fat on him either. He also seemed to have a lot of styling product in his hair.
"Listen," he said quickly as he walked to the door, "I reeeally, really do want to get to know you but I'm just heading out to lay by the pool. School starts soon and I have got to work on my tan while I can. Come down and join if you want. The water's fine! Bye!"
The door closed behind Sebastian, and before Jason could say anything Eric had laid his magazine aside and said "Can you believe they stuck us in here with a queer? That guy has been doing nothing but talking and playing with his hair for the last two hours since he got here. It's getting on my nerves. Damn, I've got a mind to go talk to Grayson or what's his name? Karl! Talk to one of them about changing rooms."
Jason didn't have anything against gays per se, and Sebastian had seemed nice enough, so he just nodded and tried to change the subject. "So what's your story Eric? How'd you get here?"
Eric tossed the magazine aside and sat up in bed with a grin, apparently eager to tell what he thought was a funny tale. "Great story," he stared. "So it's my senior year, and about 7 months ago I was at a party at one my buddies house while his parents were gone for the weekend. I played baseball in high school and the whole team was there. We were drinking, getting stoned, and making out with the chicks, you know? Anyway, it's late and I decide to walk home. So I'm going down the sidewalk, a little hammered, when I see that there's some guy walking towards me. As we pass each other he gives me a low wolf whistle and says 'hey cutie'. I couldn't believe it! So I punched the guy and he goes down with the first shot. I'm on top of him now, just wailing on him, and he's curled up on the sidewalk, crying and begging me to stop. Well, just my luck that a cop car came by at that moment and I got busted for drunk and disorderly, as well as for assault."
"So anyway, I'd had some scrapes with the law as a juvenile and the judge seemed ready to give me some time in lock up. It didn't help that the little queer showed up to court in a neck brace and with his face covered in bruises and cuts. Damn they bruise easily! He's going on and on to the judge, bitchin' and whining about 'the importance of tolerance and understanding', about 'equal protection under the law'. But turns out I had a great lawyer, one who had actually been a member of this fraternity and was close to the judge. He got a 24-hour continuance, saying he thought he could come up with an alternative solution to me doing time, and the next day I met with this dude Grayson. He says he can get me out of this jam and that the judge was willing to release me to his supervision on the condition that I go to college. 'Fine by me' I said, and signed a bunch of forms."
"Now here's the best part! We go back into court and the judge announces that I'm being released to Grayson, and the little queer just goes ballistic! He freaks out, wailing his mouth off about 'what-sort-of-message-does-this-send-to-society?' and 'rewarding homophobia'. He says he's going to appeal and sue my ass for every cent I've got. Anyway, the judge calls a quick recess, and my lawyer and Grayson take the little homo into another room to talk to him."
"Then what happened?" Jason asked, equally appalled and fascinated by the story.
Eric could barely contain his laughter. "I don't know what they said to him, but after about five minutes they come out of the room. The little queer is grinning from ear to ear like they've told him the best joke in the world. He tells the judge he's agreed to DROP ALL CHARGES! Can you fucking believe it? Man if he could see me here now, living posh. The joke's totally on him! Don't get me wrong, I don't hate queers as long as I don't have to be around them. It's like the old saying goes; 'Silly faggot, dicks are for chicks!!" With that, Eric broke down into several moments of hard laughter.
When it was over, Jason didn't know what to say. He didn't want to piss Eric off, but didn't think it was a story that cast him in the best light, so he simply smiled and said "Yeah, I know what you mean."
"So what about you?" Eric asked as his breathing returned to normal. "How'd you get here?"
"Me? Well, there's not much to tell. I'm here on scholarship."
"What are you, some kind of nerd?" Eric asked, giving Jason's body a quick glance. "You don't look like you play any sports."
Before Jason could answer there was a knock on the door and a good looking guy walked in. He was a couple of years older and had a confident walk, but didn't seem cocky. He had the body of a surfer, complete with California sun-bleached hair, a dark tan and deep green eyes. As he smiled broadly and held out his hand, his teeth were a gleaming white.
"You must be Jason. I'm Tyler, your big brother. Come on, I'll show you around the house."
Jason said goodbye to Eric, who just grunted 'later' and went back to his magazine. He followed Tyler around the house, getting the grand tour. "Bedrooms and bathrooms are on the second floor," Tyler explained as they moved down the hall. "Supervisors rooms are down this hall. Mr. Grayson has the large suite at the end of the hall, and Karl has one at the far end. The room you're sleeping in now is just temporary. This," he said, stopping in front of a high arched door, " is the main dorm. They're still setting it up for the freshman pledges so we can't go in, but you'll be able to move in this weekend. Same with the bathroom," he said pointing to another door. "It's not ready yet. There's a smaller temporary one across the hall from your room for you to use for now."
They went downstairs and back into the main entry hall. "Down that wing are some small, private lounges and dens that are good for studying, as well as a computer room for you to use. Mr. Grayson's office is through that door," he said, pointing to a tall, imposing looking wooden door on one wall of the entry hall. Then he led Jason towards the back of the house. "Back here is our main hall."
This room was clearly the center of the house. It contained the same dark wood paneling on the walls, and had bookcases filled with leather bound volumes. Overstuffed leather chairs, sofas and ottomans were spaced throughout the room, as well as several long tables. Chandeliers hung from the high, vaulted ceiling and there was a marble fireplace at either end of the room. A row of windows ran the length of the back wall, looking out onto an expansive stone terrace. The room suggested prestige, luxury and power, and Jason couldn't stop staring, trying to take it all in as he imagined living here. "This is amazing!" he said. "I can't believe how big this house is."
"There a couple of levels below ground too," Tyler said. "That's where the training rooms are, the gym and the infirmary. Dr. Tanaka has his quarters down their too. The lowest level is just the laundry, boiler room and some storage."
Tyler led Jason through a pair of high French doors and on to the sun-drenched terrace. From here they were able to look over the expanse of lawn and see a tennis/basketball court off to their right and a large swimming pool off to the left. Sebastian was laying on a recliner at the edge of the pool, flipping through a magazine. He saw a them and waved and the two of them waved back. Jason could also see that the high, twelve foot wall ran around the perimeter of the entire estate.
According to Tyler, frat lore was that the house was built by a move studio executive in the 1940s, who valued his privacy. Apparently, there was a rumor that he had been involved in a scandalous affair with one of his young male stars, an affair that had ruined both their careers. The executive had claimed that the two were long-time lovers, but the younger man denied it to the grave, saying he'd never give into the lecherous advances of a homosexual. When the executive died almost penniless, the frat purchased the estate from the heirs. Tyler seemed to think that his was ironic for some reason that Jason didn't understand, but he just smiled and nodded.
Tyler took Jason through another door off the terrace and into the dining hall. Two long tables ran down the center of the room, with benches on either side. At the head of the room on a slightly raised platform was a longer table with 12 high backed chairs. Tyler explained that was where the staff sat. Then he led Jason over to a set of swinging doors and down a couple of steps and into the kitchen. "Hey Jessie, you in here?" he called.
Turning from the sink was a large, beefy black man in a white T-shirt and a greasy apron. The skin on his bald head and face was shiny and dark and he chewed on a toothpick, revealing a smile filled with yellowed teeth.
Tyler introduced Jason and explained that every boy helped Jessie in the kitchen at least once a week, three at breakfast and three for dinner. The entire time, Jessie just stared at Jason, chewing on his toothpick and grinning.
"Jessie's a great cook, breakfast, lunch and dinner," Tyler said. "Isn't that right Jessie?"
"Sho' is," Jessie replied still staring at Jason. "Tell me boy, you a vegetarian?"
"Who me? Uh, no I eat meat," Jason replied.
Jessie threw his head back and roared with laughter. "That's good!" he said, winking at Tyler. "We gonna' make sho' you get all the meat you can handle!"
Jason smiled, not really getting the joke. Jessie made him feel a little uncomfortable. As Tyler led him out of the kitchen, Jason looked back. Jessie was still staring at him, rubbing his hand down the front of his apron. "Yes-ur-ee, all the meat you can handle," he muttered.
"What was that all about?" Jason asked as they came back into the entry hall.
"Oh nothing, don't mind Jessie," Tyler replied. "He's a good guy, but he tells the same jokes over and over again. I think he waits all year for a new class of students just so he can have a new audience. Just laugh and he'll be happy. Hey, let's go pick up your books for the term. Hold on a sec, just let me get my pin."
Tyler ran upstairs and returned fastening a small pin to the front of his shirt. It looked like a two capital letter 'B's stuck together back-to-back, like a mirror image. Three of the four half-circles had small diamonds in them. Tyler explained that this was the frat pin, and that Jason would get his after his initiation.
The two teens walked down the hill from the house and across campus to pick up Jason's supplies. All of the buildings on campus had new paint, the grass was freshly cut, the flowerbeds freshly mulched and planted. Everything seemed shiny and new for the upcoming school year. As they walked, Tyler pointed out the different buildings and landmarks. Tyler seemed very friendly and Jason felt at ease with him. Turns out that Tyler was from the East coast, from a fairly middle class family. He'd done alright in school, not great, but alright. He spent a lot of his study time goofing around on the computer, playing video games and cruising the net. One day, after he'd forgotten to delete the history from his internet browser, his father discovered some photographs that been viewing the late night before and freaked out, threatening to send his son to military school for the duration of his education. A friend of the family offered to move Tyler to California where he could keep an eye on him while he attended school. It was this friend that had arranged for Mr. Grayson to visit Tyler's home.
"He was telling us about the frat and how important my education was and that it be properly monitored and developed. My dad wasn't keen on the idea, thinking I'd just be partying and goofing off out here. But, my dad is ex-army and when Grayson started using words like 'disciplined', 'supervision' and 'structure', my dad was totally sold. He made me sign the papers right then and there. After school I moved out here and went promptly to the frat house. I only saw our family friend once, two years ago during my initiation. I've been in the frat ever since."
"How do you like it?" Jason asked.
"Living in the frat?" Tyler asked. "I love it, totally love it. I wasn't sure at first, but now I'm bummed that I only have two years left until graduation. At first, most guys either love it or hate it, but give it a few weeks and I guarantee you'll realize that this is where you belong. Let me break it out for you."
"There are 24 brothers in the frat, including you, so 6 per class. Juniors are assigned as big brothers so we came back early to welcome you pledges and show you around. The rest of the guys come back today and tomorrow. Don't worry , you'll only be a pledge until Saturday when the initiation party is."
"There are two Supervisors or Monitors per class year, who report to Karl, who reports to the headmaster, Mr. Grayson. They act as supervisors, trainers, mentors and make sure the house and grounds are secure and everyone is accounted for. The freshman class this year have Joe and Carlos assigned to them. You met Jessie, and there's a groundskeeper too."
"We have parties at the house every Saturday night, plus we get invited to a lot of parties, fundraisers and special events during the week. Mr. Grayson makes all the arrangements. He's okay, just make sure to stay on his good side. Any staff member can dole out demerits, which are addressed on Sunday nights. You can also get demerits for bad grades. But the most important thing is that you need to listen to all of Karl's crew and do what they tell you, and all of the staff. And, of course, Mr. Grayson. He'll probably get around to personally welcoming you in the next couple of days. He's just really busy at the moment, getting everything ready. Then the next three weeks are designed to get you settled and adjusted."
"House life is pretty structured. We're up at the same time, eat meals at the same time and go to bed at the same time. You'll have exercise sessions in the gym under the supervision of your Monitors and Dr. Tanaka, who'll you'll meet later. The supervisors take exercise pretty seriously as you can probably tell. They also take academics pretty seriously too so there's study hall every night that you need to attend, unless you're at party."
"Let's see what else? Oh, there's a chore schedule for all of us. Everyone pitches in. The Supervisors also teach special classes in the evenings for freshman and sophomores to help you adapt to the requirements of frat life."
By this point the two boys had reached the school bookstore on the far edge of campus. Jason had registered for classes on-line over the summer so his books were waiting for him when he arrived. They had already been paid for and having them in his hands was his first tangible proof he had that this wasn't all some dream or joke. He parted with some of the $50 Craig had given him to buy a backpack and a soda. He asked Tyler if he was going to get anything but he just said no, he was fine. Besides, he'd left his wallet at the house.
As they left the bookstore it was starting to get late. Tyler asked if Jason was hungry, and he said he was, not having eaten since that morning.
"Let's go to Manzetti's," Tyler suggested. "It's a cool place just off campus to hang out. Mr. Manzetti is known for his sauces."
Jason wasn't keen on eating out, since he'd have to pay and only had about $25 dollars left. But, Tyler had been really nice to him and he wanted to return the favor.
Manzetti's was in a great location on the edge of campus and tried to cater to a variety of student tastes. The walls were filled with an eclectic collection of sports memorabilia from the university team, mixed with the soccer teams in Italy that Mr. Manzetti still followed. Mr. Manzetti had come to the US years ago to open his small business, and most of the food still retained Italian overtones. He was in his late 50's, a burly man with a prominent belly from too many years of sampling his own creations. His face was red and eyes still twinkled brightly on his friendly face, topped with thinning gray hair.
Manzetti's, like the rest of campus, was fairly empty when they arrived. Tyler waved to the said hello to the owner as they walked in took their seats, and Mr. Manzetti smiled back, genuinely glad to see Tyler. Jason's stomach was beginning to rumble as his nose sampled the smells coming from the kitchen. A few minutes later, Mr. Manzetti walked over to their table with two plump foot-long hot dogs and two thick vanilla shakes. Tyler introduced Jason.
"So, you're in the frat with Tyler?" Mr. Manzetti asked, wiping his hands on a towel. Jason had just bitten into his dog, which was so plump that a burst of warm, spicy juices had squirted into his mouth and dribbled down his chin. He nodded as he chewed and tried to clean himself.
"Jason's fresh off the bus Mr. Manzetti," Tyler said, biting into his own dog. "Just got in today."
"Is that so?" Mr. Manzetti said thoughtfully. "So he hasn't been..." he let the words trail off, raising his eyebrows to Tyler, who shook his head.
"Nah, not until Saturday."
Mr. Manzetti nodded. "Well you'll have to come back and visit during the school year Jason. There's always something good to eat at Manzetti's!"
"Thanks, I will."
Mr. Manzetti walked off and Jason ate with his new big brother. They talked about which teachers to avoid, shortcuts between buildings, the usual. As they were finishing up, Mr. Manzetti walked over to their table. "Tyler can you come in the back with me for a second? I've got something I want to show you."
"Sure Mr. Manzetti," Tyler replied. "Dude, hang out here for a sec. I'll be right back."
Tyler disappeared with the restaurant owner and Jason sat patiently, munching on a huge dill pickle that had come with his meal. After about 20 minutes, he was beginning to wonder if he'd been ditched when Tyler reappeared. His hair was slightly messed up and his face was a little flushed, but he had a goofy grin on his handsome face.
"Hey man, you ready to get back?" he asked.
"Sure. Hey man, you've got a little milkshake on your chin," Jason said, pointing to a small dribble of white, foamy liquid at the corner of Tyler's mouth.
"Hmm? Oh, thanks dude," Tyler said, wiping his chin with this fingers and licking them clean. "Ready?"
As Tyler started to walk towards the door, a sudden thought occurred to Jason. "Hey wait a second, we still need to pay."
"No, it's taken care of."
"I thought you didn't have any money?"
"Mr. Manzetti and the frat have an arrangement, sort of a revolving account that doesn't involve cash," Tyler grinned. "That's what makes this such a great place to eat. You'll usually find at least one of the brothers hanging out here."
They got back to the house as it was getting dark. It had filled up with more frat boys while they'd been gone. The upperclassmen were noisily greeting each other, swapping stories of their summers, running up and down the stairs, and horsing around like young men in their late teens and early 20's do. Tyler escorted Jason back to his room and said goodnight before running off to say hello to his buds. "Tomorrow's your physical exam, but don't sweat it," he said. "We've all had one and it's the one test you'll have this year where you don't need to study. Night Jason!"
Jason entered his room. Eric and Sebastian were there and Jason saw that the rest of his pledge class had arrived. Orochi Lee was a small, Japanese exchange student. He was friendly, but still struggling with English and spoke with a thick accent. When asked something he didn't know how to answer, he would smile broadly and nod his head in a small bow. Jason was able to learn that he'd left his family in Japan yesterday and that this was his first trip to America.
Rodney was a friendly and expressive young guy, a club kid with dark spiky hair. Girls would have called his face 'adorable' with a button nose, brown eyes and dimples when he smiled. His skin appeared flawless and he had several tuffs of chest hair spilling out of the top of his shirt and his arms and legs were also covered in dark hair. He said he couldn't wait to start throwing frat parties and nailing all the pussy he could find.
Kurt was one of those guys who had come up a winner in the genetic lottery. He was tall and lean, with a perfect face, square jaw, flawless skin, and a chiseled little gymnast body. The kind of guy that girls just melted over. His blue eyes and perfectly white teeth rounded out the package. As it turned out, he also had a GPA that almost rivaled Jason's.
The guys shot the shit with each other for a few hours, getting to know each other and trying to determine their place in the pecking older. Jason and Orochi were the quiet ones, but Jason also liked that Kurt was very smart. Rodney and Sebastian were competing for class clown, and it was clear that Eric thought he was the alpha male of this pack. Jason thought they'd be a fun bunch of guys to live with. Eventually, they decided to go to bed. Jason was tired after his exciting day and it wasn't long after he climbed under the covers that he quickly fell asleep.''
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