Chapter 2
I’ve known Devin for a very long time. When we were younger, I wouldn’t even talk to anyone but him. I just followed him around silently. I was a very shy boy growing up, and it took me a long time to admit my feelings about him. After telling him though, it seemed like Devin didn’t like me back. Actually, he avoided me right off, and he started acting really weird toward me. Then I walked over to his house after school one day, and his mom just let me in, as normal not bothering to say anything as I walked on my own up to Devin’s room.
I just opened the door without knocking, like normal, but when my eyes caught sight of Devin I froze there, not moving from the doorway. I had walked in on Devin jerking himself off. I guess he heard the door open, because his eyes turned to me, locking onto my figure. “James.” He softly muttered, as he started jerking himself off even faster, looking at me. “Close the door, James.” My brain returned in a panic, as I went to leave, closing the door behind me. Before I could leave I found his hand on my wrist, keeping me in the room; his pants were still undone, his dick sticking out hard and red. “James, don’t leave.”
I let him pull me back into the room, closing the door again, to keep us from the outside world. He pulled me to him and kissed my lips, shocking me even more, as his erection pushed up into my chest. He led me to his bed and undid my pants as soon as we fell together. His hand was quickly making me as hard as him, pulling on the tight flesh. He jerked me off as I lied there squirming, and still slightly in shock. I came without even touching him, and he came a few seconds after me, frantically moving his hand on his own dick. Of course there was an awkward talk afterwards, but it all ended up well, as he told me that he really did like me, and we started dating.
I walk into the dorm for the first time, with Devin at my side. I see two other boys in the living room, and I guess they’re our roommates, for the time being. “Hey, I’m Thomas, this is Justin. You guys must be our roommates.”
“Yeah, um I’m Devin and this is James. We might not be your roommates for long though. We’re pledging.” At Devin’s words Justin looks up from the video game he’s playing, and first at Devin then at me. When he looks at me he mumbles under his breath, and I clearly hear it as “Gamma house?”
“Yea, we’re both pledging Gamma.” I say loud enough for both the boys to hear me, and it makes Justin stare at Devin again. It’s almost like he expected it of me, but not of Devin. For a few seconds we stare right at each other’s eyes, and I’m not sure who will give up first.
“That’s cool.” Thomas replies drawing both of our attentions to him, rather than our little staring match. “Well you two probably want to get unpacked. We’ll be going out to get some food later, if you guys want to go.” Thomas says, trying to make peace, and he seems like a pretty cool guy.
“Yea, that’s cool.” Devin answers for us again, and then we walk into the open bedroom that looks completely empty still. Devin closes the door, and we just both drop our bags. As Devin pulls me toward him the fact that we are alone, I mean truly alone, starts to show in my head. I feel my cheeks heat up, as I start to think that it means we might be doing something soon, and I know I want it. Devin smiles at me and speaks again. “Glad to be here?” He asks me.
“I’ll be glad when we actually make it to the house.” I tell him snidely, as I pull his arms from around me and head for the bed. I sit on it, crossing my legs at the knee and leaning back to rest my weight on my palms. “Lay down with me.” I tell him, feeling myself be a little more bold than usual, because it seems like maybe, for tonight, we won’t have to try to be quiet, like we did back home. Devin smirks at me in answer, before he walks towards me placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down to the bed.
“Would it really be so bad to be stuck in this room together for the year?” He asks me, even as he moves his leg between mine to rub his knee up against my crotch. I can barely pay attention to his words though, because of his action. It also makes me moan slightly, and I blush at not being able to hide my reaction.
“Please, don’t tease me Devin.” Is all I say in return, but I can’t help but to thrust my hips up, so I can rub my erection more firmly into his knee. Devin smiles at me, stroking my cheek, before he leans in and licks my lips. I open my lips up for a kiss, letting it linger there, as we softly make out. My body arches up again, trying to get him to push down with his knee and deepen the kiss.
Unfortunately, a knock on the door interrupts us though. I hear Thomas’ voice when Devin calls out asking what the problem is. Thomas says something about them going out for food, and I watch Devin, desperately hoping he isn’t going to go along with this right now and leave me with blue balls while we eat. Devin grins at me before answering, and I can’t quite tell by his grin whether he wants to stay or torture me, but his words ease me. “We’re good, James and I are just going to do a little unpacking.” I almost laugh at his phrasing, seeing as it’s more like we’re going to be ‘packing’.
I gaze at the ceiling, waiting for Devin to pay attention to me again, as a thought pops into my head. “Devin, we’re gonna be open about our relationship now, right?” I ask him, knowing that some how my thoughts have turned to something more serious. Devin moves back onto the bed, straddling me between his legs, and placing his head right above mine, so I have to look at him, rather than the ceiling.
“That’s why we came here, James. Be yourself, don’t be afraid to do what you want, ok.” He tells me, and I can tell by the look on Devin’s face that his mind is still exactly where it was before Thomas interrupted. He leans down and kisses me again, moving his leg between mine and brushing his thigh up this time. I grin at him wanting to get on with this, so I strip off my own shirt, hoping to speed up the foreplay process. Devin plays with my nipple as he sucks on my neck, getting me more turned on in the process.
“Devin, I think we should put some sheets on the bed first.” I tell him as the bare mattress starts to irritate my bare back.
“Why, what you want to do right now is just going to soil them anyway.” Devin says, smirking as he speaks. Then his lips move down to my nipple, sucking on it while he plays with the other one, and again I’m distracted by his actions thrusting up into his embrace.
“Fuck, I don’t care, just don’t stop this.” I tell him, grabbing his head by his hair and pulling it further down my body toward my dick. Devin grins at me for a moment, before undoing my pants and sucking me off. I start moaning at the attention he’s giving me. Right when I’m about to cum a finger slides in my ass, making me loose it completely, filling his mouth with my cum. I stay on my back, feeling the after effects shake my body still, and Devin lies at my side. “Devin, I love you.” I tell him softly, feeling like my voice isn’t really there, but I love to hear him say it back. Just like that we fall asleep, not caring that we haven’t eaten yet, and it’s still early.
Devin wakes me up, shaking me and making me roll over, trying to stay in the land of the dead. “Five more minutes.” I complain, when I hear him calling to me to wake up. Devin kisses my lips, teasing me softly before he talks again.
“Come on, lazy boy. I want to go get food, I’m starving.” He tells me, and at the sound of food my tummy rumbles.
“Food?” I ask, still trying to get my eyes to open. “Ok, I’ll get up.” I tell him, knowing I’m doing it because my stomach feels empty. I slowly pick up my shirt and my pants that I kicked off earlier and put them back on. Devin simply puts his socks and shoes on, since he didn’t really lose his clothes. Justin sits in the living room playing a video game again as we leave, so Devin speaks for the both of us again, saying we’re going out to get some food. Justin doesn’t bother to reply though.
Devin and I walk over to a diner on campus, and I order the first thing that comes to my mind. A cheeseburger. Devin and I sit at a table waiting for the cashier to call out our order, and I slowly wait up, yawning in the booth. The cashier calls out a number, and Devin gets up, going to get our food. It seems to take him awhile, but my eyes don’t really watch him, as I’m simply trying to keep them open. When I ask Devin what took him so long though, he just says something about them messing up the order, but it doesn’t seem quite right.
I start eating quietly, but it takes me a little while to notice that Devin isn’t eating at all. I yell at him to get his attention and ask what’s wrong. He tells me how he’s thinking about the fraternity, and how he’s worried about pledging. I grin at that subject, wondering if it can really be as bad as it seems in movies and stories. I decide it can’t, and tell him as much. Unfortunately, I mention it as saying that we probably won’t have a huge orgy. Devin grins at me though, as he replies. “I doubt you would really be bothered by them spanking you anyway James.” He tells me, and I have to admit that while spanking sounds hot I wouldn’t want that from anyone but Devin, so I tell him that.
For a while we stay quiet eating, but then Devin speaks again, sounding more serious. “James, would you really care that much if someone else did touch you?” He asks me, and I notice that he doesn’t sound sure of himself.
“Devin, we were just playing around. Of course I don’t want to touch anyone else. Why are you asking me? I mean, do you want to touch someone else? Are you wanting us to have an open relationship or something?” I ask him feeling myself be more serious as well. Devin answers by telling me how he wonders if we can truly be happy with each other if we haven’t been with anyone else, but I tell him what I always say. I’m happy with what I have. Then we just finish eating, before we go back to the dorm, dress the bed, and then go to sleep.
In the morning I get up before Devin does, so I decide to get us breakfast before he wakes up. I get dressed and walk to the cafeteria, following the smell of food. It seems like a lot of the people there have the same thing for breakfast. A huge burrito, that looks like the size of a taco truck burrito, but instead it’s filled with eggs and cheese. They look good, so I go and order two with ham in them, so I can try them. I walk back to the dorm with the Styrofoam packages in the bag they gave me. As I walk back I see a couple of boys, that are talking loudly about some kind of party, then I hear Gamma Alpha Psi, so I listen in. “Dude, the pledge party is going to be awesome tonight, tons of hot guys.” One of them says to another, and I can’t help but to ask.
“What’s the pledge party?” I ask them, and their faces turn to look at me, accessing me on sight.
“It’s how Gamma picks its new members. Tonight at ten. You’re going to be there, right?” One of them asks me with a wink.
“Definitely.” I tell him, feeling like I actually just got invited, and for once it’s because of my sexuality, rather than in spite of it.
“See you there then.” The third boy says to me, and then I walk faster back to the dorm. When I get there, I see that Devin has already woken up, so I just walk over to bed and join him. “So, what’s in the box?” He asks me.
“I went and got us breakfast. You hungry?” I ask him, pulling out the boxes and handing him one, before I pull out the other and quickly take a bite. It tastes delicious, and I see why so many people were eating them.
“What is in these things?” Devin asks me, and I feel some of the messy burrito dripping from my face.
“I dunno exactly. They said it was ham and eggs, beyond that…” I shrug to finish my sentence, saying how I don’t know. Devin licks up the cheese from my chin, before thanking me for getting the meal. When we finish eating, I tell Devin about the party. “Some one told me it’s how they pick the new pledges, so we have to go.” I tell him, even as I look over his sexy body. “You’ve got to wear something hot.” I tell him.
“Oh, I have to wear something hot? What about you, huh?”
“I always look hot. I thought you told me that.” I tell him. throwing old words of his back into his face on that matter. Devin doesn’t really dispute it though, so we spend the rest of the day bumming around the dorm with Justin and Thomas, watching T.V. Then before I know it it’s time to go to the party, and I’m digging though first Devin’s clothes, then mine, looking for suitable things for us to wear. When I’m satisfied that we are both hot enough, we change and set out.
Walking into the fraternity, I start to get a little scared. There are boys everywhere, and they’re all over each other. My eyes catch a figure standing in the corner, he isn’t amazingly hot or anything, but my eyes are drawn to the way his head’s thrown back and he looks like he’s about to scream. I wonder at the reason, until my eyes travel down and see the reason. Another boy is on his knees in front of the first, a little red head is blowing the screaming boy. My eyes look away quickly, and I know there’s a blush on my face. Unfortunately, my reaction draws Devin’s attention to me. “Are you ok?” He asks me, leaning over to get his lips closer to my ear, so I actually hear him in the loud room.
“Yea.” I scream back at him, not bothering to mention the blowjob in the corner. “Come on, let’s dance.” I tell him, pulling him toward the speakers, so I can hear the music better, before grinding my hips up against him. I move swaying to the music, and looking over all the hot sweaty bodies that surround me. I sway my body into Devin’s more, grinding up into his crotch with my ass. It feels good, having his half hard dick rubbing into me, and I start to wish that we would have had sex at some point today or yesterday. Well today isn’t over yet, here’s to hoping. Devin spins me around, pulling my lips to his and kissing me deeply.
“I’m thirsty. You want something?” He asks me, and I start to nod.
“Anything’s fine, but no alcohol k.” I tell him, knowing that it probably isn’t that cool for me not to drink at a frat party, but it just seems like so much already, I don’t need to add alcohol to the mix; besides I’m a real lightweight. I start thinking about the look on Devin’s face last night at the diner. When he came back with the food he seemed out of it, and it took him longer than it should have. Sure, he gave the lame excuse that they fucked up the food, but I don’t buy it, because he didn’t even say what they messed up. Also it seemed almost like he was staring at some one.
It scares when he starts acting like he was, when he was talking about the frat house, and us possibly being with other people. I mean what I said, I don’t care how many people I sleep with; it wouldn’t make a difference. I love Devin, and I don’t want to be with any one else. I mean sure, sometimes I wonder about different sexual things, but it’s always Devin in my mind doing them with me. I’d be more interested in some sort of threesome than leaving Devin; he’s my world.
A brunette steps in front of me as I dance, and I smile at him, coming out of my thoughts slightly. “You pledging?” He yells over the music, and I nod to him, getting that he is already in the frat. “Wanna dance?” He asks me, and I shyly look around for Devin, but after a moment I don’t see him, so I shrug, not knowing what else to do. He seems to take the answer as a yes, moving closer to me and placing his hands on my hips. “What’s your name?” He asks me over the noise, grinning at me, as he starts pulling me closer to him.
“James.” I tell him, starting to smile at the boy myself, feeling my hips swaying to the music. He really is kind of hot. His brown hair hangs down to his shoulders completely straight, and I catch his green eyes staring back at me.
“Cool, my name’s Frank.” He tells me pulling me closer, and this time I feel my hips pressed into his, it’s that that makes me start to freak out a little.
“Do you mind if I cut in?” I hear Devin speak up from behind me, obviously talking to Frank, and I shrivel from his touch a little, at hearing Devin.
“Thanks for the dance, Frank.” I tell him, pulling away before he gets a chance to answer, as I face Devin. Frank seems to notice the awkward movements and disappears without another word. I turn to Devin, wondering if he’s mad at me for dancing with another guy. I see the drinks in his hands as I turn to him, yet by his face he doesn’t seem mad at me. “Which one’s mine?” I ask, referring the red plastic cups in his hands, the cups are so nondescript I don’t really know what’s in each. He hands me a cup, but still doesn’t say anything to me, so I just go ahead and take a sip. A sip tells me he gave me the wrong cup; it burns down my throat with the strong taste of tequila, and I shove it back in his hand. He laughs at the scene I’m making, so I shove his shoulder. “Hey, what was that for?” I ask him, and he just leans over and kisses me before answering.
“I was just messing with you.” He whispers in my ear; then he licks the shell of my ear, before continuing to talk. “Don’t worry about dancing with him. It’s fine, it’s just a dance.” He tells me, and that makes me feel better, because with having been more closeted with our relationship before, it makes it where I don’t really know what do now that we’re out. I didn’t know if I was okay dancing with him or not. Back home a boy wouldn’t dare to ask me to dance, because it’s just not that open there. Devin licks my ear again before pulling away, and the touch of it just makes me shiver a little. Then he hands me the other cup in his hands. “Here, that’s your real drink.” He tells me, and so I more carefully take a sip of this one, finding myself more pleased as cranberry juice slides down my throat. “They were using juice for mixers.” He tells me, shrugging as he speaks.
Devin and I stand there, drinking from the cups and swaying slightly to the music. I start to watch some of the guys again, seeing how that one has a nice ass, this one has nice hair, and I catch a glimpse of Frank again, who just winks at me in acknowledgment.
It seems like all the sudden everyone gets quiet; then the music stops all together. A single boy stands on a table at one side of the room. “Excuse me, I’m sorry for the interruption, but it’s time to announce this year’s new pledges.” He tells the crowd, and strangely still everyone stays quiet, and I start to wonder how the pledging works, because I only told one boy my name, and I don’t know if he has any thing to do with it. “Would any boys who are looking to pledge check your pockets? And if you don’t have any pockets you might want to just check your pants, our boys do tend to stick their hands in places, if you know what I mean.” He says, and this time it gets laughter from some people in the crowd.
My hands automatically go to my back pockets checking them at the same time as each other. Strangely I find what seems to be a note card, that I don’t remember putting there. Then my mind flashes back to Frank’s hands on my hips. “If you find one of these cards in your pocket, then congratulations fag you made it. We’ll look forward to seeing you here tomorrow night at ten. Bring your shit, because for the next two weeks you’ll be pledges. After that, well I think you know what happens next. Welcome to the GAY house boys!” He says and with that the whole crowd cheers.
I hold my card tightly in my hand amazed at its very presence. I turn to look at Devin my eyes gleaming, just seeing the same look in his eyes as he just as frantically clutches his card. At seeing that we both made it to pledging I can’t help myself as I throw myself at his body, wrapping my legs around his chest and kissing him deeply. “We’re in!” I all but scream, and Devin seems just as excited as I am.
“You’re having a drink.” He tells me, as I know he saw me already down the juice. “We’re celebrating.” He walks with me still wrapped around his waist, and I start to laugh at him.
“You could let me down first.” I tell him, and he just kisses me again, before placing me back on the floor. We walk over to where they have a bar set up. Devin steps up to the counter, ordering for the both of us.
“Hey, can I get a tequila straight up, and a sex on the beach, for the lightweight.” He tells the guy behind the bar, elbowing me as he calls me a lightweight. It seems like the line is long for drinks; I guess most of the pledges had the same idea: getting a drink to celebrate. The bartender hands the bunch of us all drinks at once and one of the boys screams out a toast. “To the Gamma House!” Like some kind of ritual, the whole room seems to echo the sentence back, and then along with the new pledges, I tilt my drink back taking a large drink of it down quick, so I don’t taste it.
I just opened the door without knocking, like normal, but when my eyes caught sight of Devin I froze there, not moving from the doorway. I had walked in on Devin jerking himself off. I guess he heard the door open, because his eyes turned to me, locking onto my figure. “James.” He softly muttered, as he started jerking himself off even faster, looking at me. “Close the door, James.” My brain returned in a panic, as I went to leave, closing the door behind me. Before I could leave I found his hand on my wrist, keeping me in the room; his pants were still undone, his dick sticking out hard and red. “James, don’t leave.”
I let him pull me back into the room, closing the door again, to keep us from the outside world. He pulled me to him and kissed my lips, shocking me even more, as his erection pushed up into my chest. He led me to his bed and undid my pants as soon as we fell together. His hand was quickly making me as hard as him, pulling on the tight flesh. He jerked me off as I lied there squirming, and still slightly in shock. I came without even touching him, and he came a few seconds after me, frantically moving his hand on his own dick. Of course there was an awkward talk afterwards, but it all ended up well, as he told me that he really did like me, and we started dating.
I walk into the dorm for the first time, with Devin at my side. I see two other boys in the living room, and I guess they’re our roommates, for the time being. “Hey, I’m Thomas, this is Justin. You guys must be our roommates.”
“Yeah, um I’m Devin and this is James. We might not be your roommates for long though. We’re pledging.” At Devin’s words Justin looks up from the video game he’s playing, and first at Devin then at me. When he looks at me he mumbles under his breath, and I clearly hear it as “Gamma house?”
“Yea, we’re both pledging Gamma.” I say loud enough for both the boys to hear me, and it makes Justin stare at Devin again. It’s almost like he expected it of me, but not of Devin. For a few seconds we stare right at each other’s eyes, and I’m not sure who will give up first.
“That’s cool.” Thomas replies drawing both of our attentions to him, rather than our little staring match. “Well you two probably want to get unpacked. We’ll be going out to get some food later, if you guys want to go.” Thomas says, trying to make peace, and he seems like a pretty cool guy.
“Yea, that’s cool.” Devin answers for us again, and then we walk into the open bedroom that looks completely empty still. Devin closes the door, and we just both drop our bags. As Devin pulls me toward him the fact that we are alone, I mean truly alone, starts to show in my head. I feel my cheeks heat up, as I start to think that it means we might be doing something soon, and I know I want it. Devin smiles at me and speaks again. “Glad to be here?” He asks me.
“I’ll be glad when we actually make it to the house.” I tell him snidely, as I pull his arms from around me and head for the bed. I sit on it, crossing my legs at the knee and leaning back to rest my weight on my palms. “Lay down with me.” I tell him, feeling myself be a little more bold than usual, because it seems like maybe, for tonight, we won’t have to try to be quiet, like we did back home. Devin smirks at me in answer, before he walks towards me placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down to the bed.
“Would it really be so bad to be stuck in this room together for the year?” He asks me, even as he moves his leg between mine to rub his knee up against my crotch. I can barely pay attention to his words though, because of his action. It also makes me moan slightly, and I blush at not being able to hide my reaction.
“Please, don’t tease me Devin.” Is all I say in return, but I can’t help but to thrust my hips up, so I can rub my erection more firmly into his knee. Devin smiles at me, stroking my cheek, before he leans in and licks my lips. I open my lips up for a kiss, letting it linger there, as we softly make out. My body arches up again, trying to get him to push down with his knee and deepen the kiss.
Unfortunately, a knock on the door interrupts us though. I hear Thomas’ voice when Devin calls out asking what the problem is. Thomas says something about them going out for food, and I watch Devin, desperately hoping he isn’t going to go along with this right now and leave me with blue balls while we eat. Devin grins at me before answering, and I can’t quite tell by his grin whether he wants to stay or torture me, but his words ease me. “We’re good, James and I are just going to do a little unpacking.” I almost laugh at his phrasing, seeing as it’s more like we’re going to be ‘packing’.
I gaze at the ceiling, waiting for Devin to pay attention to me again, as a thought pops into my head. “Devin, we’re gonna be open about our relationship now, right?” I ask him, knowing that some how my thoughts have turned to something more serious. Devin moves back onto the bed, straddling me between his legs, and placing his head right above mine, so I have to look at him, rather than the ceiling.
“That’s why we came here, James. Be yourself, don’t be afraid to do what you want, ok.” He tells me, and I can tell by the look on Devin’s face that his mind is still exactly where it was before Thomas interrupted. He leans down and kisses me again, moving his leg between mine and brushing his thigh up this time. I grin at him wanting to get on with this, so I strip off my own shirt, hoping to speed up the foreplay process. Devin plays with my nipple as he sucks on my neck, getting me more turned on in the process.
“Devin, I think we should put some sheets on the bed first.” I tell him as the bare mattress starts to irritate my bare back.
“Why, what you want to do right now is just going to soil them anyway.” Devin says, smirking as he speaks. Then his lips move down to my nipple, sucking on it while he plays with the other one, and again I’m distracted by his actions thrusting up into his embrace.
“Fuck, I don’t care, just don’t stop this.” I tell him, grabbing his head by his hair and pulling it further down my body toward my dick. Devin grins at me for a moment, before undoing my pants and sucking me off. I start moaning at the attention he’s giving me. Right when I’m about to cum a finger slides in my ass, making me loose it completely, filling his mouth with my cum. I stay on my back, feeling the after effects shake my body still, and Devin lies at my side. “Devin, I love you.” I tell him softly, feeling like my voice isn’t really there, but I love to hear him say it back. Just like that we fall asleep, not caring that we haven’t eaten yet, and it’s still early.
Devin wakes me up, shaking me and making me roll over, trying to stay in the land of the dead. “Five more minutes.” I complain, when I hear him calling to me to wake up. Devin kisses my lips, teasing me softly before he talks again.
“Come on, lazy boy. I want to go get food, I’m starving.” He tells me, and at the sound of food my tummy rumbles.
“Food?” I ask, still trying to get my eyes to open. “Ok, I’ll get up.” I tell him, knowing I’m doing it because my stomach feels empty. I slowly pick up my shirt and my pants that I kicked off earlier and put them back on. Devin simply puts his socks and shoes on, since he didn’t really lose his clothes. Justin sits in the living room playing a video game again as we leave, so Devin speaks for the both of us again, saying we’re going out to get some food. Justin doesn’t bother to reply though.
Devin and I walk over to a diner on campus, and I order the first thing that comes to my mind. A cheeseburger. Devin and I sit at a table waiting for the cashier to call out our order, and I slowly wait up, yawning in the booth. The cashier calls out a number, and Devin gets up, going to get our food. It seems to take him awhile, but my eyes don’t really watch him, as I’m simply trying to keep them open. When I ask Devin what took him so long though, he just says something about them messing up the order, but it doesn’t seem quite right.
I start eating quietly, but it takes me a little while to notice that Devin isn’t eating at all. I yell at him to get his attention and ask what’s wrong. He tells me how he’s thinking about the fraternity, and how he’s worried about pledging. I grin at that subject, wondering if it can really be as bad as it seems in movies and stories. I decide it can’t, and tell him as much. Unfortunately, I mention it as saying that we probably won’t have a huge orgy. Devin grins at me though, as he replies. “I doubt you would really be bothered by them spanking you anyway James.” He tells me, and I have to admit that while spanking sounds hot I wouldn’t want that from anyone but Devin, so I tell him that.
For a while we stay quiet eating, but then Devin speaks again, sounding more serious. “James, would you really care that much if someone else did touch you?” He asks me, and I notice that he doesn’t sound sure of himself.
“Devin, we were just playing around. Of course I don’t want to touch anyone else. Why are you asking me? I mean, do you want to touch someone else? Are you wanting us to have an open relationship or something?” I ask him feeling myself be more serious as well. Devin answers by telling me how he wonders if we can truly be happy with each other if we haven’t been with anyone else, but I tell him what I always say. I’m happy with what I have. Then we just finish eating, before we go back to the dorm, dress the bed, and then go to sleep.
In the morning I get up before Devin does, so I decide to get us breakfast before he wakes up. I get dressed and walk to the cafeteria, following the smell of food. It seems like a lot of the people there have the same thing for breakfast. A huge burrito, that looks like the size of a taco truck burrito, but instead it’s filled with eggs and cheese. They look good, so I go and order two with ham in them, so I can try them. I walk back to the dorm with the Styrofoam packages in the bag they gave me. As I walk back I see a couple of boys, that are talking loudly about some kind of party, then I hear Gamma Alpha Psi, so I listen in. “Dude, the pledge party is going to be awesome tonight, tons of hot guys.” One of them says to another, and I can’t help but to ask.
“What’s the pledge party?” I ask them, and their faces turn to look at me, accessing me on sight.
“It’s how Gamma picks its new members. Tonight at ten. You’re going to be there, right?” One of them asks me with a wink.
“Definitely.” I tell him, feeling like I actually just got invited, and for once it’s because of my sexuality, rather than in spite of it.
“See you there then.” The third boy says to me, and then I walk faster back to the dorm. When I get there, I see that Devin has already woken up, so I just walk over to bed and join him. “So, what’s in the box?” He asks me.
“I went and got us breakfast. You hungry?” I ask him, pulling out the boxes and handing him one, before I pull out the other and quickly take a bite. It tastes delicious, and I see why so many people were eating them.
“What is in these things?” Devin asks me, and I feel some of the messy burrito dripping from my face.
“I dunno exactly. They said it was ham and eggs, beyond that…” I shrug to finish my sentence, saying how I don’t know. Devin licks up the cheese from my chin, before thanking me for getting the meal. When we finish eating, I tell Devin about the party. “Some one told me it’s how they pick the new pledges, so we have to go.” I tell him, even as I look over his sexy body. “You’ve got to wear something hot.” I tell him.
“Oh, I have to wear something hot? What about you, huh?”
“I always look hot. I thought you told me that.” I tell him. throwing old words of his back into his face on that matter. Devin doesn’t really dispute it though, so we spend the rest of the day bumming around the dorm with Justin and Thomas, watching T.V. Then before I know it it’s time to go to the party, and I’m digging though first Devin’s clothes, then mine, looking for suitable things for us to wear. When I’m satisfied that we are both hot enough, we change and set out.
Walking into the fraternity, I start to get a little scared. There are boys everywhere, and they’re all over each other. My eyes catch a figure standing in the corner, he isn’t amazingly hot or anything, but my eyes are drawn to the way his head’s thrown back and he looks like he’s about to scream. I wonder at the reason, until my eyes travel down and see the reason. Another boy is on his knees in front of the first, a little red head is blowing the screaming boy. My eyes look away quickly, and I know there’s a blush on my face. Unfortunately, my reaction draws Devin’s attention to me. “Are you ok?” He asks me, leaning over to get his lips closer to my ear, so I actually hear him in the loud room.
“Yea.” I scream back at him, not bothering to mention the blowjob in the corner. “Come on, let’s dance.” I tell him, pulling him toward the speakers, so I can hear the music better, before grinding my hips up against him. I move swaying to the music, and looking over all the hot sweaty bodies that surround me. I sway my body into Devin’s more, grinding up into his crotch with my ass. It feels good, having his half hard dick rubbing into me, and I start to wish that we would have had sex at some point today or yesterday. Well today isn’t over yet, here’s to hoping. Devin spins me around, pulling my lips to his and kissing me deeply.
“I’m thirsty. You want something?” He asks me, and I start to nod.
“Anything’s fine, but no alcohol k.” I tell him, knowing that it probably isn’t that cool for me not to drink at a frat party, but it just seems like so much already, I don’t need to add alcohol to the mix; besides I’m a real lightweight. I start thinking about the look on Devin’s face last night at the diner. When he came back with the food he seemed out of it, and it took him longer than it should have. Sure, he gave the lame excuse that they fucked up the food, but I don’t buy it, because he didn’t even say what they messed up. Also it seemed almost like he was staring at some one.
It scares when he starts acting like he was, when he was talking about the frat house, and us possibly being with other people. I mean what I said, I don’t care how many people I sleep with; it wouldn’t make a difference. I love Devin, and I don’t want to be with any one else. I mean sure, sometimes I wonder about different sexual things, but it’s always Devin in my mind doing them with me. I’d be more interested in some sort of threesome than leaving Devin; he’s my world.
A brunette steps in front of me as I dance, and I smile at him, coming out of my thoughts slightly. “You pledging?” He yells over the music, and I nod to him, getting that he is already in the frat. “Wanna dance?” He asks me, and I shyly look around for Devin, but after a moment I don’t see him, so I shrug, not knowing what else to do. He seems to take the answer as a yes, moving closer to me and placing his hands on my hips. “What’s your name?” He asks me over the noise, grinning at me, as he starts pulling me closer to him.
“James.” I tell him, starting to smile at the boy myself, feeling my hips swaying to the music. He really is kind of hot. His brown hair hangs down to his shoulders completely straight, and I catch his green eyes staring back at me.
“Cool, my name’s Frank.” He tells me pulling me closer, and this time I feel my hips pressed into his, it’s that that makes me start to freak out a little.
“Do you mind if I cut in?” I hear Devin speak up from behind me, obviously talking to Frank, and I shrivel from his touch a little, at hearing Devin.
“Thanks for the dance, Frank.” I tell him, pulling away before he gets a chance to answer, as I face Devin. Frank seems to notice the awkward movements and disappears without another word. I turn to Devin, wondering if he’s mad at me for dancing with another guy. I see the drinks in his hands as I turn to him, yet by his face he doesn’t seem mad at me. “Which one’s mine?” I ask, referring the red plastic cups in his hands, the cups are so nondescript I don’t really know what’s in each. He hands me a cup, but still doesn’t say anything to me, so I just go ahead and take a sip. A sip tells me he gave me the wrong cup; it burns down my throat with the strong taste of tequila, and I shove it back in his hand. He laughs at the scene I’m making, so I shove his shoulder. “Hey, what was that for?” I ask him, and he just leans over and kisses me before answering.
“I was just messing with you.” He whispers in my ear; then he licks the shell of my ear, before continuing to talk. “Don’t worry about dancing with him. It’s fine, it’s just a dance.” He tells me, and that makes me feel better, because with having been more closeted with our relationship before, it makes it where I don’t really know what do now that we’re out. I didn’t know if I was okay dancing with him or not. Back home a boy wouldn’t dare to ask me to dance, because it’s just not that open there. Devin licks my ear again before pulling away, and the touch of it just makes me shiver a little. Then he hands me the other cup in his hands. “Here, that’s your real drink.” He tells me, and so I more carefully take a sip of this one, finding myself more pleased as cranberry juice slides down my throat. “They were using juice for mixers.” He tells me, shrugging as he speaks.
Devin and I stand there, drinking from the cups and swaying slightly to the music. I start to watch some of the guys again, seeing how that one has a nice ass, this one has nice hair, and I catch a glimpse of Frank again, who just winks at me in acknowledgment.
It seems like all the sudden everyone gets quiet; then the music stops all together. A single boy stands on a table at one side of the room. “Excuse me, I’m sorry for the interruption, but it’s time to announce this year’s new pledges.” He tells the crowd, and strangely still everyone stays quiet, and I start to wonder how the pledging works, because I only told one boy my name, and I don’t know if he has any thing to do with it. “Would any boys who are looking to pledge check your pockets? And if you don’t have any pockets you might want to just check your pants, our boys do tend to stick their hands in places, if you know what I mean.” He says, and this time it gets laughter from some people in the crowd.
My hands automatically go to my back pockets checking them at the same time as each other. Strangely I find what seems to be a note card, that I don’t remember putting there. Then my mind flashes back to Frank’s hands on my hips. “If you find one of these cards in your pocket, then congratulations fag you made it. We’ll look forward to seeing you here tomorrow night at ten. Bring your shit, because for the next two weeks you’ll be pledges. After that, well I think you know what happens next. Welcome to the GAY house boys!” He says and with that the whole crowd cheers.
I hold my card tightly in my hand amazed at its very presence. I turn to look at Devin my eyes gleaming, just seeing the same look in his eyes as he just as frantically clutches his card. At seeing that we both made it to pledging I can’t help myself as I throw myself at his body, wrapping my legs around his chest and kissing him deeply. “We’re in!” I all but scream, and Devin seems just as excited as I am.
“You’re having a drink.” He tells me, as I know he saw me already down the juice. “We’re celebrating.” He walks with me still wrapped around his waist, and I start to laugh at him.
“You could let me down first.” I tell him, and he just kisses me again, before placing me back on the floor. We walk over to where they have a bar set up. Devin steps up to the counter, ordering for the both of us.
“Hey, can I get a tequila straight up, and a sex on the beach, for the lightweight.” He tells the guy behind the bar, elbowing me as he calls me a lightweight. It seems like the line is long for drinks; I guess most of the pledges had the same idea: getting a drink to celebrate. The bartender hands the bunch of us all drinks at once and one of the boys screams out a toast. “To the Gamma House!” Like some kind of ritual, the whole room seems to echo the sentence back, and then along with the new pledges, I tilt my drink back taking a large drink of it down quick, so I don’t taste it.