Текст книги "Games Frat Boys Play "
Автор книги: Todd Gregory
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Chapter 3
“You know, I wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” Chad said, pulling his Beta Kappa T-shirt over his head, “even with the spinach in your teeth.”
I gulped. I was sitting on the bed in Chad’s room at the house. His body was even more phenomenal than I’d imagined. His skin was darkly tanned, and there wasn’t a single hair on his torso. His pec muscles were highly developed and firm, with a deep cleavage running down the center. His nipples were purple, the size of half dollars, and erect. His abdominal muscles were chiseled with shallow crevices between them, just above the flat plane where two deep lines descended from the top of his pelvic bones to the waistband of his underwear, which was just visible above the top of his faded, low-rise jeans. “Do you like my body?” he purred as he walked toward me, running his right hand up and down his abs while his left hand tweaked and pulled at his right nipple. I could see his thick, hard cock outlined through the jeans. Near where the tip was, a small wet spot was forming on the denim. He tossed his head, and his thick, white blond hair bounced around before falling back perfectly into place. He paused just in front of me, so close that I could lick his abs without having to move at all.
“Your body is—is perfect,” I was barely able to whisper. I tried to focus on breathing, because I was afraid I might hyperventilate. My cock was getting hard, and I wanted him so badly it was all I could do not to reach out and yank his pants down. I could see the outline of his hard-on through his jeans. It was just centimeters from my face. Tentatively I reached out and brushed my trembling fingers against it.
Chad’s entire body shuddered, and he threw his head back, emitting a low moan. He pulled harder on his nipple. He turned his back to me. His perfect ass was right there in front of me, and he slid his jeans down. His tight white underwear stretched across the two round cheeks.
I reached up and touched it. It was solid and hard.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Do you like my ass? Do you want to fuck me?”
I licked my lips. I tried to answer, but no sound came out. I was having trouble breathing. I’d never been this turned on in my life. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the right cheek. Through the white cotton it felt hot and solid. His entire body trembled as I moved my lips to the other cheek and kissed it as well.
“Do it,” he whispered.
My hands shook as I reached up and slowly slid the underwear down. My cock strained against my jeans; my balls were aching. His ass was white, a stark contrast to the tanned skin just above. He had two deep dimples in the small of his back just above where the curve of his ass began. The milky white skin was perfectly smooth and hairless. I kept sliding the underwear down until it was at his ankles, and he gracefully stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He bent forward at the waist, and I pushed his cheeks apart, revealing the pink flesh inside.
I stuck my tongue into the hole there.
He growled as I tried to remember how it was done in all the porn I’d watched on the Web. I started licking and lapping. The taste was nothing like I’d expected. There was a sweet tang to his hole. It tasted sublime, and I wanted to get my tongue as far inside of him as I could. I started moving my lips and suckling, moving my tongue in and out and around as he moaned. “Yes, yes, that’s it, oh, God, that’s incredible, yes, don’t stop, oh, God, that’s so good.”
I dropped my right hand to the fly of my pants and undid them, touching my own cock as I worked his ass with my mouth.
“I want to fuck you,” I said finally, pulling my head back and taking in the firm muscles of his back, the incredible beauty of his form. He was like a statue I’d seen of Apollo in the national museum in Athens. I’d never thought such physical perfection was possible in a human, despite the gorgeous studs who starred in porn movies and posed for underwear ads. Chad was so beautiful, he was perfection, he was everything—
And I woke up as my cock erupted.
I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
The digital clock on my nightstand read 4:45. It was dark outside, and as I shook my head I realized it was just a dream.
And not just any dream—my underwear was soaked. I’d had a wet dream.
I swung my legs out of the bed and pulled my underwear off, carrying it to the washer in the laundry room and tossing it inside.
I hadn’t had a wet dream in years.
I walked into the bathroom and turned the spigot on.
This isn’t good, I told myself as I stared at myself in the mirror. When the water was hot, I soaked a washcloth and cleaned myself up. I hate being a virgin.
I was probably the only virgin on campus. Just like St. Bernard.
You’re fooling yourself if you think Chad is going to be interested in you, a voice mocked me inside my head. It sounded like Guy deMontespan. Take a good look at yourself in that mirror. You’re dumpy and you’re ugly. Chad is beautiful. Beautiful guys are only interested in other beautiful guys, and you are far from that. You aren’t even remotely close. All you are to him is just another pledge he won’t notice, he won’t pay any attention to. You know you don’t have a chance with him—he doesn’t even know you exist, and even if he did, he’d never want you. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever in a million years. You know it. Guys like Chad go for other guys like Chad—you know, like Blair and Jeff? When have you ever seen a guy like that with a guy like you?
Never, that’s when.
“Shut up,” I said out loud. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I walked back into the bedroom and put on another pair of underwear. I sat down on the bed. The voice was probably right, much as I hated to admit it.
I was just fooling myself.
We’d had our first pledge meeting the night before. I had been the first to arrive, and Pledge Marshal Eric had directed me to a room he called the Chapter Room. It was just off the foyer, and as I sat down on a couch I looked around. The walls were covered with photographs and paddles. Eric had left me alone in the Chapter Room. I could hear the television in the main room—some of the brothers were watching an NFL game. As my other pledge brothers had started arriving, it soon became painfully apparent that I was the ugliest guy in our pledge class. Well, maybe ugliest was too harsh, but I was certainly the least attractive out of all of them. There had been ten of them, and every last one of them looked like he’d been an athlete or a jock in high school. Even the ones who seemed to be out of shape had big, muscular arms. I’d sat there, nodding when someone said hello, wondering what I’d been thinking, joining a fraternity. I wouldn’t have anything in common with any of these guys. They weren’t going to like me. I’d been crazy to think so.
I’d kept watching, hoping someone would sit down next to me and start talking. No one did. Some of them seemed to already know each other and were joking and laughing. No one acknowledged me other than with a nod. No one said hello, no one introduced themselves to me, nothing. I remembered seeing them at Rush, but for the life of me couldn’t remember their names.
This was going to be a complete and utter disaster.
You can always depledge, that horrible voice had whispered inside my head, but I ignored it.
Relax already, I told myself. Give them a chance.
I guess I’d been expecting too much from my pledge brothers. This was our first meeting of many to come, and we were all going to get to know each other. All the brothers had made a point of talking about the bond between pledge brothers—but bonds weren’t formed instantly; they had to be forged over a semester of working toward a common goal, and our common goal was initiation into Beta Kappa as full brothers.
That was the most important thing. That was what I had to remember.
I’d never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted to be a brother.
The night I’d accepted my bid, all the brothers had been really cool and welcoming to me. It was wonderful being hugged, clapped on the back, and having my hand shaken over and over. I had been very careful not to say or do anything stupid in front of any of them. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. I had gone back to the blackjack table and kept winning. I met so many brothers I couldn’t keep their names straight—which was unusual, considering my total recall. I figured it was the excitement, the rush of being accepted and welcomed somewhere. It was an amazing, amazing feeling—one I hoped would never end. I was determined. I was going to be the best pledge ever in the history of Beta Kappa, not just at CSU-Polk, but Beta Kappas everywhere. The brothers would never regret their decision to offer me a bid.
I was going to make them all proud.
When Casino Night had ended, I’d said good-bye and headed straight home. I’d floated up the stairs to the second floor of my building on a cloud and started pounding on Jeff and Blair’s door. “All right already, calm down already!” Blair had said as he opened the door. All he had on was a pair of white briefs, but I was so excited I didn’t try to sneak a peek the way I usually did. Blair and Jeff had absolutely no shyness about their bodies, and at first I was disconcerted, but I was so used to seeing them almost naked at that point that I didn’t get hard.
“They gave me a bid!” I’d said, practically bouncing up and down with excitement.
Blair’s face had lit up and he’d thrown his arms around me. “Hurray! Jeff, did you hear that? They gave Jordy a bid!” He’d pulled me inside their apartment. “We were just about to spark up a joint—care to join us?”
“I don’t smoke,” I’d reminded him. He was always offering me pot, and I always turned it down. It killed brain cells.
“This is a banner day!” Jeff had come out of the bedroom, wearing only red underwear. “Did you tell him, Blair?”
“I got the lead in the theater department’s production of Sweeney Todd,” Blair had said with a big grin. “Oy, the rehearsal schedule is going to be brutal.”
“But that’s great!” I’d replied, watching him light the joint and take a deep hit before passing it over to Jeff.
“It’s going to take up almost all of my time,” Blair had replied. “But if you ever need me, you can text me.” He exhaled. “Good thing we went alum, huh, Jeff?”
“Alum?”
“We’re alumni,” Jeff had explained. “At the house. You can do that after six semesters as a full active. We don’t have to attend things anymore if we don’t want to.”
“Oh.” I’d felt a little disappointed. “So you won’t be around the house much, either, Jeff?”
“I’m not a genius like you,” Jeff had replied sadly. “I’ve got eighteen units this semester, and I need to get a 4.0 to get my GPA up—this semester and next.” He sighed. “Between studying and dancing at Fusions, I’m not going to have a spare moment.” He had patted Blair on the leg. “So, Blair getting the lead is kind of a godsend. I don’t have to worry I’m ignoring him.”
“Well, if you need any help studying . . .”
“You just need to focus on making sure you make the most out of your pledge semester,” Blair had interrupted me. “That’s the most important thing—and you can always reach us if you need to.”
The rest of Rush Week had been really nice. Chad was friendly but occupied with everything that was going on, and I found myself watching him whenever I thought no one would notice. I couldn’t get over how good looking he was. He was always dressed nice, and the clothes flattered his physique. Roger told me Chad was one of the gay brothers, and his two best friends in the house, Brandon Benson and Rees Davidson, were also gay.
Brandon and Rees were also really good looking. Not as good looking as Chad—no one was, except maybe Jeff Morgan, and he was taken—but still. Rees was really tall, about six three, and was about 220 pounds of solid muscle. He’d played football in high school and still seemed like a jock. He always wore tank tops and sweatpants or basketball shorts. I didn’t understand why all three of them were single. Roger had said that despite their closeness, none of them had ever hooked up together as far as he knew. The major difference between Chad and his two best friends, though, was obvious as soon as either Rees or Brandon opened their mouths.
Rees was dumb as a post, and Brandon not much smarter.
“Chad’s the brains in that outfit,” Roger had said bitterly. He’d been in their pledge class, and I got the distinct impression Roger really didn’t like any of them. “Not that it would take very much, if you know what I mean.”
Roger didn’t seem to fit into Beta Kappa. During Rush Week, none of the other brothers said anything negative about any of the others. They gave the impression the house was just one big happy family. Roger was the sole exception. Roger seemed determined, in fact, to say something negative about everyone else in the house. It confused me. If Roger disliked so many of the brothers, why had he bothered to pledge and go through initiation?
I liked Roger, though. He was actually kind of funny. And I liked that he spoke his mind. There was something almost refreshingly honest about him. And from all the reading I’d done, the notion that all the brothers were close was a little hard to believe.
Surely, some of them didn’t like one another.
I sighed and sat there on my bed for a moment, debating on whether to go back to bed and sleep some more. My first class wasn’t until nine. But I was wide awake, and so I went into the kitchen and started the coffee.
The pledge meeting had actually turned out to be a lot of fun. I had studied the faces of my pledge brothers. They were an interesting assortment of guys. I had been just about to say something when the door opened and our pledge marshal, Eric Matthews, walked in. He slammed the door shut behind him, startling everyone, and silence fell on the room.
“Welcome to Beta Kappa!” he had said with a broad smile. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I couldn’t help but stare at his chiseled torso. A patch of dark hair sat in the deep cleavage between his pecs, and a line of black hair ran down his flat stomach from his navel and disappeared inside his gray fleece sweatpants. From the way his bulge moved around inside the sweatpants, he didn’t appear to be wearing underwear. I made myself look away and locked eyes with one of the pledge brothers whose name I couldn’t remember. He was cute, with blue eyes and dishwater blond hair. He grinned in an oh, you caught me looking kind of way and winked at me. I grinned back.
Eric sat down on the floor. “All right, guys. You are about to embark on a journey that’s going to change your life—for the better. Your pledge semester is all about learning about the house, learning what Beta Kappa stands for, and getting to know all the brothers. But before we go any further, I want to make something very clear: While Beta Kappa has to be a priority for you, if there is ever a conflict between your pledge responsibilities and school, school wins every time. Our motto is alma mater first, and Beta Kappa for alma mater. You are here to get an education, okay?”
Everyone had murmured assent.
“So, first things first.” He grinned. “I know some of you already know each other, and you met during Rush, but we’re going to go around the room. Say your name, what year you are in school, your hometown, and your major. I’ll start. Eric Matthews, senior, San Diego, California, and my major is business administration.” He turned to the pledge I’d made eye contact with. “Okay, you’re next.”
“Jon Preston, freshman, Madison, Wisconsin, and I’m pre-med,” the cute boy said. He was tapping his right foot on the floor.
I was next. I cleared my throat. “Um, I’m Jordy Valentine, freshman, undecided major, and I’m not really sure what my hometown would be,” I said, feeling kind of silly.
Eric frowned. “How can you not know where you’re from?”
I felt my face color as everyone in the room stared at me. Great, your first pledge meeting and you’ve already made a total ass out of yourself. “Well, my parents’ main home is outside of Seattle, but I haven’t lived there since I was ten,” I had said, struggling to keep my voice from cracking. I could hear my heart beating, and resisted the urge to flee.
“Their main home?” Eric had looked confused. “Well, where have you lived since then?”
“Inhofen, Switzerland.” I bit my lip.
“Seriously?” This had come from a guy on the other side of the room, and I forced myself to look at him. To my surprise, he was actually looking at me in awe rather than contempt. “Switzerland?”
I nodded. “I attended a boarding school starting at ten. Mom and Dad are hardly ever in Seattle. They travel a lot. They have several other homes as well.” I shrugged. “So I don’t know what my hometown would be. I’m sorry, I know that probably seems dumb—”
“No, it doesn’t,” Eric replied. He smiled. “Why don’t you just call Seattle home? That would be easiest.”
“Okay.” I smiled back at him. “I’m Jordy Valentine, a freshman from Seattle, and I am undecided.”
“Great.” Eric beamed back at me.
The guy sitting to my right said, “My name is Mark Dunne, I’m from Merced, California, I’m a sophomore, and my major is graphic design.” He gave me a reassuring smile. He had brown hair and was kind of slender, almost too skinny. His shirt and shorts were too big for him, and his legs were covered with thick black hair.
I made a mental note. As each one of my pledge brothers went through the litany, I’d memorized their information.
The guy who’d been so awed about my sojourn in Switzerland was Gary Musson, a junior from Madera, majoring in broadcast journalism. He had thick brown hair, blue eyes, a round face covered with pimples, broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist, and a deep voice.
Kevin Dorton was a good-looking blond from Santa Barbara, a freshman majoring in advertising. He had deep dimples in his gold-tanned cheeks, and thick arm muscles. Like Gary, he had a narrow waist, and his tanned legs were muscular and smooth.
Next to him had been Ryan McNair. Ryan was really tall, with hair so dark it was almost black, with a light tan and green eyes. He was also really slender, like Mark Dunne. He was wearing a white polo shirt and a pair of blue checked madras shorts. He’d kicked off his sandals and was draped loosely over a folding chair. He was a freshman from Santa Rosa, majoring in public policy.
“Public policy?” Eric smiled at him. “You want to work in politics?”
Ryan blushed beneath his freckles. “I want to be a presidential adviser someday.”
“I’m Jacob Hinton,” said a tall, good-looking boy with olive skin and curly brown hair. Out of all of us, he was probably the best-looking pledge. He had strong cheekbones and a pointed chin, thick red lips, and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. His shoulders were wide, and he was wearing a red T-shirt over a pair of khaki shorts that reached his knees. He had thick, muscular calves, and his voice sounded almost musical. He also had the longest lashes I’d ever seen on a man. “I’m a sophomore from Lake Tahoe, and I’m majoring in physical education.” He flashed a smile at all of us that made my heart flutter a little bit. “Yes, I’m going to be a gym teacher.” He laughed. “I want a job where I can always wear sweats.”
Everyone laughed, and I thought, He could give Chad a run for his money in the hot department.
“I’m Marc Schiphol,” a stocky blond guy with blue eyes said after we stopped laughing. He, too, had big biceps, but he was thickly built with a bit of a belly. “I’m from Ann Arbor, Michigan, a junior, and I am majoring in exercise physiology.”
“How do you spell that last name?” someone asked.
“It’s Dutch,” I had replied without thinking. “It’s the name of the airport in Amsterdam. S-C-H-I-P-H-O-L, right?”
Marc had stared at me, his mouth open. “Nobody ever gets that right. How did you know?”
I felt my face flushing. Everyone was staring at me again. Learn how to keep your stupid mouth shut, I had scolded myself. Nobody likes a know-it-all. “Like I said, it’s the name of the airport in Amsterdam. I’ve flown through there a couple of times.”
“Wow,” Marc said, shaking his head. “You’re pretty smart.”
I didn’t say anything. I sat in silence as my last two pledge brothers introduced themselves. Cal Ford was a freshman from Kearney, Nebraska, majoring in English literature. He was a redhead with more freckles than I’d ever seen before on anyone, but his eyes had a mischievous twinkle I found really appealing. The other was Phil Shea, who was also really tall and lean, with thick lips and dark eyes. He was from San Mateo and was majoring in music.
Once the introductions were complete, Eric had grinned and said, “Okay, the first thing you all are going to need to know is that information about your pledge brothers. As pledges, you are a unit. If one pledge messes up, you all have messed up. Tomorrow night, you are going to get your pledge manuals. Your pledge manuals are broken down into lessons you have to learn each week. Every Monday night, before the brothers have their meeting, we have a formal dinner. Everyone is expected to dress up for dinner—that means you have to wear dress pants, dress shoes, a nice shirt, and a tie. You need to be here tomorrow night at five-thirty. The junior actives—last semester’s pledges and the newest brothers—will show you how to serve dinner. It is the pledges’ responsibility to serve the brothers dinner each Monday, as a gesture of respect to the brotherhood. Does anyone have a class conflict with Monday nights?” He’d looked around the room, and no one said anything. “Good. So remember, you have to be here tomorrow night by five-thirty. Do not be late—if anyone is late, everyone is considered late. Is that clear?”
We all had murmured assent.
“While the brothers are having our meeting, the pledges have a meeting of their own upstairs in the library. The brothers’ meeting is secret and is for brothers only. You are not to leave the library and come downstairs until I come upstairs and get you. This is a good time for you to go over your lessons, help each other to make sure you know the lessons—remember, if any one of you doesn’t know the lesson, none of you do—as well as talk about pledge business.” He’d smiled. “Tomorrow night’s lesson is you need to know the information you just learned about each other—name, year, hometown, and major. You will be quizzed about this after the brothers’ meeting. Also, tomorrow night you will be electing officers—a president, a vice president, a secretary, and a treasurer. Each pledge class has two responsibilities as a class—you have to make a pledge class paddle”—he gestured around the room—“and hanging on the walls in here are paddles from past pledge classes, to give you an idea of what you’re going to need to do. Also, each pledge class has to provide a gift to the brotherhood as a gesture of appreciation for being invited to join the brotherhood. The last pledge class donated new ceiling fans for the master room. You have until the end of the semester to finish your paddle and provide the gift. Does anyone have any questions?” When no one responded, he’d started passing out sheets of paper. “On this paper are the names of the executive officers of the house, their majors, their pledge classes, and their hometowns. You need to know these for next week’s lesson, and you also need to identify these brothers.” He smiled. “No one had better get the information about me wrong. I also included my cell number on here. If you ever have any questions, or are ever unable to make Monday night meeting or any event at the house, you need to let me know as soon as possible. I cannot stress enough how important this is. If you do not show up and I don’t know about it, you can be dropped. The brotherhood takes attendance very seriously. I would also recommend you hang out awhile after this meeting and write down your pledge brothers’ information, since you will be responsible for knowing it tomorrow night. Does anyone have any questions?” When no one responded, he’d smiled again. “Okay, then I will leave you to it.” He stood up and walked over to the door. “Welcome to Beta Kappa, pledges.”
The door shut behind him.
We sat in silence for a moment, and then Jon Preston had said, “Did you seriously go to a boarding school in Switzerland, Jordy?” His eyes were wide open, and he sounded awed.
“Yes.” I shrugged. “It’s not really a big deal.”
“That’s so cool.” This had been from Jacob Hinton. “I’ve never even been outside of California. What was it like?”
“Do you speak Swiss?” Marc Schiphol had added.
I smothered a grin. “There’s no such language. They speak German, French, or Italian. Most Swiss speak all three, and a lot of them have some English, too.”
“Do you?” Ryan McNair had asked. “Speak all three, I mean?”
I nodded, biting my lower lip.
“Cool!” Jon had replied. “I was an exchange student in Marseilles for a year. I’m fluent.” He added in French, “Ça te dérangera si on se parle en français de temps en temps. Je suis inquiet que je perdrai mon aisance.” (Would you mind speaking French with me sometimes? I’m worried I’ll lose my fluency.)
“Je serai ravi,” I’d answered in the same tongue. “Nous pouvons parler des camarades devant eux sans qu’ils sachent.” (I would be delighted. We can talk about the brothers in front of their faces and they won’t know what we’re saying.)
“C’est dommage que le reste de la classe ne parle pas français!” (Too bad the rest of the class doesn’t speak French!)
We’d sat around for another half hour, getting one another’s information and talking, getting to know our fellow pledge brothers.
It was a great feeling. No one made me feel like an outsider—on the contrary, they were all welcoming, friendly, and nice.
I’d always wondered how it would feel to belong somewhere.
It was better than I could have imagined.
After the meeting had broken up, I was walking out to my car when I ran into Chad in the parking lot. He and two other brothers—Brandon and Rees—were getting out of a red Camaro. “Hi!” I said.
Brandon and Rees had ignored me. They were carrying twelve-packs of beer and just walked on into the house.
But Chad had waited. He smiled. “Your first pledge meeting, Jody?”
“Jordy,” I’d corrected him. “My name’s Jordy.”
“Oh, sorry.” He shrugged. “I’m terrible with names. Anyway, welcome to Beta Kappa. I look forward to getting to know you.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“See you tomorrow.” He had waved his hand and taken off.
I’d just stood there in the parking lot, watching him walk away. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his ass. It was phenomenal. And when I got back to my apartment, I’d undressed and lain in my bed, jacking off while I’d imagined what he looked like naked.
And now I’d had a wet dream.
I sighed and poured myself a cup of coffee. I got the assignment out of my backpack. I didn’t need to go over my pledge brothers’ information; I’d committed that to memory when they’d introduced themselves in the chapter room. But I needed to know the exec board’s, and there was no time like the present, since I couldn’t sleep.
But as I went over the information, my mind kept wandering back to my dream, and I kept fantasizing about Chad.
I was falling in love.
