— Previously published in Mandate - July, 1997 —

Frat guys take a pledge.

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I lost my virginity at the ripe old age of eighteen to my best friend's older sister in a tent in my parent's back yard while he slept a few feet away. If you asked nicely, I could tell you stories about cheerleaders galore.

Don't worry — you aren't reading the wrong story. The point is, I was popular with the ladies, and I never stopped to think about the alternative. So, maybe you'll be as surprised as I was to learn that my best education would come when I started college.

I come from a close family, and I knew early on I would attend the same West Coast college my father had, and his father, and so on. I also knew I would pledge the same fraternity. I won't tell you its real name, but I'll tell you what Dad called it — Delta Felta. I grew up hearing him say he was a Felta Man, and we all laughed with him at that.

So there I was, one semester of college under my belt and experiencing Rush Week at last. Being the son of a former member, I didn't expect trouble. Besides, I was the frat rat type all the way — a well-built, blond-haired, blue-eyed stud, fully developed at eighteen into a six-foot, hundred and eighty pound young man. Years of sports had turned my body into hard muscle, and I even had fraternity ambitions — pre-law. I won't tell you my name, but I'll use my middle name: Jordan.

I'll spare you the less interesting details of my week. Suffice it to say, I scrubbed bathrooms with a toothbrush, took crap from upperclassmen, and drank alcohol beyond belief. I showed up at Delta Felta that last night a little tired from the week's activities, but ready to accept my birthright. Besides, once all the Rush crap was out of the way, the guys seemed decent and what I was used to — masculine, amiable... and attractive. Two of them in particular seemed to be taken with me, and I felt like I was going to start my fraternity years with two good friends.

The duo I'll call Corey and Brent were roommates at the frat house, and both homegrown California guys. Brent was dark-haired, while Corey was sandy blond. Other than that, they could have been brothers. Each stood slightly under six feet tall, and had what's referred to as swimmer's builds — defined chests, thin waists and well-shaped asses and legs.

The pledging ceremony itself went pretty much like you'd expect, with lots of grandiose talk about brotherhood and honor, followed by me and the other four pledges stripped to our white jockeys, bending over and getting paddled senseless. Corey and Brent were sophomores, so they were the last in line for administering the ritualistic paddling, just as I was the last in the line of men doubled over taking what they had to give. After Corey gave me the final wallop, I felt his hand lightly pat my aching ass. He whispered to me, "Don't worry, the hard part's over — for now." I hadn't noticed him giving the others this treatment, and my feelings of friendship grew. His hand cupped my left ass cheek and squeezed it when no one was looking. I got half-hard and hoped nobody saw my bone in my briefs.

There was a wild party afterward, and I gladly drank with my new brothers. I was on my sixth beer when Corey and Brent approached me. Another new brother was standing with me, but Corey quickly sent him away. I got to know the guys a bit then, and we got shit-faced together. Finally, I saw Brent give Corey what I later realized was a "go for it" nod.

"So," Corey said, "are you happy being a fraternity member, or do you want to be a true Delta Felta man?"

"Oh, yeah," I gushed, still a little awed. "My dad's always talked about being a Delta Felta man, and I love being one too."

"You're not," Brent said, deadly serious. I just stared at his sudden change of tone. "But we think you can be."

I didn't know what to say, so I wisely said nothing. Corey continued: "There are two fraternities here, Jordan. Your dad knows that, but couldn't say. I found out shortly after joining about the second, elite group, and I brought Brent along. We'd like you to join that group, but you have to be ready for it. Are you?"

I had no idea what he meant, but I'd had enough beer and family history to agree instantly.

"Great," Brent said, grabbing me in a bear hug. "Then be at the chamber at midnight tonight." With that, he walked away. Corey followed, tipping me a wink.

"Have another drink," Corey said. "But no more. You don't want to be too wiped out for the Real Rush."

I did as I was told, and at midnight I knocked on the door to the third-floor room I'd been told was off-limits to most members and all pledges. I have to admit I was slightly nervous. The door didn't open for a few minutes, but I could hear stirrings inside. I started to wonder if maybe I was about to be the victim of a prank, but I entered when I heard Brent's voice boom out, "Enter, pledge!"

The room was dark when I stepped inside. I felt a hand on my shoulder push me out of the doorway, and the door was slammed shut and locked behind me. Two dark forms on either side of me grabbed my arms. I started to speak, but a third voice ordered me to be silent. Candlelight suddenly filled the small room. Corey and Brent were standing naked in front of me. The fraternity's president, let's pretend his name was Adam, was also there, wearing a black robe trimmed in royal blue and standing elevated on a platform.

"Brother Jordan," Adam said. "Brothers Corey and Brent tell me you desire entrance to the true Delta Felta manhood. Is this true?"

I nodded my head, perplexed but intent on learning all. I'll add this confession — I considered myself one hundred percent hetero, but seeing Corey and Brent naked and silent in front of me was fascinating. These guys were gorgeous, by any standards.

"Delta Felta men are required one night of sacrifice," Adam continued, "during which they become true brothers. Once the process begins, nothing will be denied. That must be understood, but know that no harm will come to you. Do you take that pledge, Brother Jordan?"

Maybe I should have seen where this was going, but I was young, coming off a drunk and having the best night of my life. I, again, nodded solemnly.

"So it is done," Adam intoned. "Once the ceremony begins, you will receive one further chance to revert to your current level of brotherhood. Should you choose that path, you will enjoy all rank and privilege to which you are currently entitled, and no repercussions will occur. But know this — what happens in this room must remain untold. Do you agree? Speak your answer."

"Yes, sir," I said, and it was a promise I've kept until this minute, when I write of it anonymously.

"Then, I leave you in our Brothers' hands, Pledge Jordan," Adam said. He approached me and gripped my shoulders gently. "You are about to enter a doorway. From here on out, how you react to tonight's initiation is your choice. No judgments or pressure will be applied as you follow the path you choose, as long as the details of these events and the Delta Felta brotherhood are held sacred. I envy you, Pledge Jordan."

With that, he kissed me very lightly and briefly on the lips and left the room. I was shocked, but there was nothing sexual about the kiss and I truly felt as if a gift was about to be given.

I started to speak, but Brent put a warning hand to my mouth. "Say nothing," Corey said, "until you are asked to speak. Any words will be taken as a desire to end your initiation immediately." With that, Corey relocked the door.

The candlelight in the room was dim, but I could see the beauty of Corey and Brent's forms. Each had the chiseled bodies I'd described earlier and something more — cocks that were hanging low in a non-erect state and that made me a bit envious. I'm sporting an acceptable seven and a half inches, but those two beer cans would easily reach eight or beyond.

Brent stood in front of me and I gazed silently into his eyes. From behind me, I heard the unmistakable sound of a switchblade opening, and Corey said, "Your first sacrifice as a Delta Felta man will be a garment," and the unseen blade sliced open the slipover shirt I wore. I said nothing, although it was my favorite shirt, worn just for that occasion. Corey sliced straight up the back and across the shoulders and arms, and Brent stepped forward and pulled the rags from my body. I then felt Corey's arms encircle my waist, unbuckling my belt. I was perplexed, but I remembered they warned me not to speak. Brent stepped forward then, bent slightly and unzipped my new jeans. I felt four hands on my hips then, and together they pushed both my pants and underwear down my legs. Each knelt and undid my shoes and pushed down my socks until I was completely naked. Maybe it was the beer and maybe it was the women I'd had, but I still felt nothing was sexual about the experience. That changed, though, as Brent began kissing and licking his way up the front of my left leg and Corey did the same on the back of my right leg.

I almost spoke then, but realized I didn't know what I would say. Adam's words came back to me, along with the faraway look in my father's eyes as he said he was a Felta man. My hetero past told me I should protest, but Brent had reached my inner thigh then, and Corey was nibbling lightly on my firm ass cheek, and I felt my cock begin to stir. Both paused what they were doing to await my protest, and when none came I saw Brent's nod, and knew Corey had done the same, and my mostly limp dick went into Brent's mouth as Corey's warm and moist tongue parted my butt cheeks and found the center of me.

Involuntarily, I opened my mouth, but what came out was a moan of pleasure. Immediately, I was sorry, but Corey and Brent both answered with muffled moans of their own. I'd had several blow-jobs from girlfriends, but none were as gifted as Brent, and I grew to my full, raging length in his skillful mouth, his tongue licking my rock-hard cock. Meanwhile, the entirely new experience of having my ass expertly eaten out had me twitching in pleasure. I was self-conscious about having my hole slurped, but I knew I'd just showered and remembered how it always did feel so good when I soaped my hairy hole.

Thoughts of women had flown from my head, and my moans of pleasure grew louder as the hot frat studs worked me over. Corey's tongue danced and jumped around the rim of my asshole, poking deliciously inside. Meanwhile, Brent had grabbed my balls in a pleasing vise-grip while his mouth bobbed up and down, pausing only to lick the shaft occasionally and to bite lightly on the blood-filled head.

As if by premeditation, the hot Delta Felta men changed places, and I found Corey was every bit as skilled with a cock as Brent had been. Brent was another expert rimmer, tongue-fucking me without mercy. I was torn between thrusting forward into a sucking mouth and rearing back onto a stabbing tongue.

After a few more minutes of mutual moans, Corey and Brent stood. I stayed in place, my raging erection poking out in answer to their own hard cocks, and the two ordered me to my knees. I quickly obeyed. Brent's cock was inches from my mouth.

"Pledge Jordan," Corey said, "will you accept the offering before you and become a Delta Felta man, or do you wish to remain our Brother on another level? Speak your refusal now, or show that no more words are necessary."

You may be expecting me to say that I thought about it, but in truth I didn't. I opened my mouth, leaned forward and tasted my first slab of man-meat. Brent let loose a wild moan and a shudder that ran through both our bodies, and Corey exhaled and said, "Welcome, Brother Jordan."

Many times over the years I've wondered how I knew what to do, but I still don't know. I just gobbled Brent's cock as well as I could. I was unable to get the massive meat all the way into my mouth, but I did my best and I heard no complaints. I remember feeling his raging boner poking around my mouth, extending my cheeks and teasing my virgin tongue. I liked the feeling. Brent's boner tasted salty and musky and felt great as it stroked my throat. I looked up once to see Corey standing next to Brent, stroking his roommate's pecs and tweaking his red nipples. Seeing me watch, Corey leaned over and the two studs locked their mouths in a wild, wet kiss.

I removed Brent's cock from my mouth then and moved over to Corey's equally impressive hard-on. I felt hands on my head holding me as Corey fucked my mouth fast, but with a sensitive nature. About then, I felt Brent's mouth return to my cock and I experienced a double pleasure I'd never imagined.

The mutual sucking ended as suddenly as it began as the couple hauled me to my feet, then half-carried me to the platform where Adam had stood. It was covered, I realized as they lay me down, with a soft padding that was as comfortable as any mattress. Brent sprawled out next to me and his mouth met mine, softly at first, but I soon felt his tongue tickling my lips. I returned the kiss gratefully, and then felt Corey's finger probe into my ass. It hurt, but I said nothing. The finger was wet, moving around the inside only briefly, then he squirted a cool lotion on my hole, further sensitizing it. I was absorbed in Brent's wonderful mouth when something else parted my ass cheeks and rushed into me. Corey had begun fucking me without my knowledge and the pain was immediate.

"Ride it out, Brother Jordan," Brent whispered in my ear, and I actually felt love and acceptance coming from that voice, "It gets better."

Amazingly, it did. Sweat broke out over my whole body, but the pain soon mixed with pleasure as Corey moved slowly in and out of my tight hole, one hand squeezing a nipple and the other holding my steely cock. Brent had pulled back one of my legs to make room for Corey's thrusting, but he continued to kiss me with hungry, horny enthusiasm. After a while, he pulled back, though, I kept my legs in the air on my own. Corey leaned forward and buried his sweet tongue in my waiting mouth. His kiss had barely ended when Brent perched above me and lowered his cock into my mouth. From that angle, I was able to take it all, and delighted in the feeling of his pungent balls slapping against my nose as he moved up and down. He leaned forward and I licked those hairy nuts as they passed. He lowered himself on my face again and my tongue probed into Brent's damp crack I thrust my tongue in imitation of Corey's, and Brent wiggled atop me. I was doing that when I felt his mouth once again on my own shaft, and I knew then this was what I'd always wanted — I had become a Delta Felta man, body and soul.

Corey's breathing was getting faster and so were his thrusts. From my own sexual experiences, I knew orgasm was near, and I instinctively thrust my ass forward to accept his offering. Brent climbed off me and stood behind Corey then, massaging his nipples and kissing his neck, but his eyes never left mine as Corey rushed to orgasm. When he came, I felt a warmth shooting deep within and cried out. I was taking a gusher of guy-juice up my can — I couldn't believe it!

Corey removed himself from my stretched ass and I made no protest when Brent's fatter cock replaced his. Corey took his place next to me and I kissed his face and ears, licking sweet sweat from his neck Corey answered that advance by scooting forward and offering me his extended nipple. I took it in my mouth and bit softly as Brent filled me below. Brent fucked me harder than Corey had, but I was more than willing to let him bang my butt as hard as he needed to get off. In fact, when Brent pulled out, I felt a tweak of disappointment. But this stud was nearly done as well, and he kneeled next to me and pumped his hot cock rapidly. When he shot, the huge load covered my chest and even extended to Corey's, and I was glad to see his cum spraying in rivers.

"Your turn, our Brother," Corey said as he began to jerk my rock-hard piece skillfully. Brent's hand kneaded my chest as Corey squeezed my cock and jacked it using their cum as lube. The last thought I had before I shot was an image of my dad doing the same thing when he was young, letting his Brothers get their nuts up his ass. I came so hard it almost hurt, a huge clump splattering directly into my own mouth before the rest drenched my chest. It was the biggest load I've ever had — by a mile.

"Don't speak," Brent said, and they each kissed me softly. "Sleep now." I dozed with Corey and Brent pressing on either side of me.

That's my story, though I should tell you one more thing: I woke up first the next morning, as the sun dotted the horizon. I knew then my chosen path as a Delta Felta man could have taken me away from those two guys and the previous night, but I'm glad I didn't want that. Brent awoke with my mouth covering his cock, and Corey stirred to find my finger poking into his ass. I'd poked them both with my morning hard-on before the morning was over.

Although I've since had many men, Delta Feltas and otherwise, those two remained special. I returned to women to advance my legal career, married and produced a fine son. Corey and Brent are still together, running a business about two hours from where I now live. We see each other at least once a month, and each time is as memorable as that first night.

My son's going to that same college next year, and says he wants to be a Delta Felta man just like his old dad. I wink at him and tell him that would make me very proud.

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