Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2018 00:32:14 -0400
From: umpjones@aol.com
Subject: Pledging Alpha Delts Chapter 5

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Week 2 Still, Only It's Friday

Alarms went off Friday morning for each person to get up and go to class.
Our apartment had a single shower stall, but no door or curtain.  Those of
us that showered were clearly visible to everyone taking a poop or brushing
their teeth.  Although it was only the 2nd week, we had now all seen each
other's junk multiple times.

I didn't have class until noon on Friday so I took the opportunity to work
on my pledge book and get some of the bio information on the brothers.  I
showered, shaved and took a morning dump and got dressed one of my jocks.
I met Brett in the kitchen and asked if he had time to do the interview and
possibly sign.  He said sure and brought me up to his room.  We went
through all the standard questions regarding hometown, major, activities,
etc.  We also had questions about girlfriends, favorite positions, etc.
Brett was from the largest city in the state, was QB for his high school
and 3-year Varsity player.  He opted for college over athletic scholarship.

"Would you be so kind as to tell me the extra chore you require for your
signature?"

"Sure.  You must take a picture at each hole marker on the golf course.
You must be naked and clearly visible.  You have until 8pm today to return
with all 18 photos on this digital camera."  He handed me a small silver
digital camera and motioned me to be on my way.

As I walked out of brother Brett's room, I ran into pledge brother Bob
coming out of brother Caleb's room with Caleb following.  "what is your
signature chore" asked Caleb?  I told him I had to take the pictures at
each yardage marker on the school's golf course.

"Excellent idea.  I'll have to remember that" Caleb said.  "Bob here must
get 5 girls to sign each ass cheek."

Bob and I headed downstairs as Caleb headed to the upstairs bathroom.  "I
think I'll get started on mine.  You fell like taking the pictures for me
to help speed things along?  I can help find some girls to sign your ass if
you want" I said.  He said he was already skipping class and agreed to
help.  We went into the apartment, grabbed our pledge shorts and t-shirts,
threw them on and headed out the door.

The golf course was a couple miles off campus but only about a 15 minute
bike ride.  We hoofed it out with the hopes there wouldn't be many golfers
out on the course and I could strip without being seen.  As we turned down
the road to the golf course, we realized the first hole we came to was the
4th.  A quick jaunt through the trees and we were at the tee box.

I peeled off my shorts, shirt and jock and Bob took two pictures.  I was
standing next to the marker, in fully glory.  I left my jock off and
quickly slid the shorts back on as well as the t-shirt.  We biked on the
cart path toward the 5th hole and arrived to find a group of two teeing
off.  We stopped and waited for them to get down the fairway.  I stripped
quickly, had a couple pictures taken and dressed and headed to the next
marker.

The process continued around to the 18th.  We encountered a few golfers
that witnessed our actions but no one said anything.  We realized the 1st
hole would be the worst and most visible to everyone so we skipped it and
headed to the 2nd hole; agreeing it would be best to do the 1st hole and
then book it out of there.

Hole 2 went smooth.  It's a par 3 and there was a foursome on the green.
We headed to the 3rd hole marker and arrived as the foursome was walking
onto the tee box.  They appeared to be two husband-wife pairs.  We sat on
our bikes as if to be polite and let them tee off.  The two guys teed off
and each one got in their golf cart.  The ladies box was about 10 yards up.
Only they didn't push the pedal.  They just sat there.

"We saw you from the green.  Our wives said we weren't continuing until you
drop drawers" said one of the guys.  I looked at Bob mortified.  I
considered it one thing to be seen by campus co-eds but by four people that
were just older than my own parents.  I was pretty much frozen.

"You might as well do it.  We know it's a fraternity prank and there's
going to be other golfers coming soon.  Or do you want a larger audience?"
The guy was right.  With that I jumped off the bike and ran over to the
marker and took off my clothes.  Bob went onto the tee box so they only
thing they would see was my ass.

"Not right.  Turn around young man" said one of the wives.  "Don't be
bashfull."

The pictures had already been taken so I was getting dressed.  We turned to
head to the bikes to find one of the guys standing in front of them.  He
had his wallet out, flipped open to his police shield.  "Back up there and
do it right or face bigger issues" he said.  His tone was serious and I
almost wet myself with fear.

I walked back up to the tee box, took off my shorts and t-shirt and stood
facing the golf carts where the three were with the officer still standing
at our bikes.  The wife spoke again "thank you for your cooperation.  You
may get dressed now."

I quickly dressed and walked back to Bob and the bikes.  The guy, reached
out to shake my hand and said "You're Alpha Delt pledges no doubt.  They
have a long history of naked pranks.  They are a great fraternity with lots
of respected and influential members – campus leaders and athletes and
alums that are all around.  Do well and right and you will be ok.  Just
have to go with it for a while."  He turned and headed to his golf cart,
got in and pressed the pedal to go forward.  A quick wave of the hand and a
hardy "caio" and they were on to the ladies tee box to continue their round
of golf.

Bob and I looked at each other.  Didn't really know what to say and didn't
even notice the next group of golfers walking off the green.  It was time
to do the last hole, the 1st hole marked and get out of there.

We biked back to the 1st hole marker.  There were a few people in the
parking lot and a couple on the club house patio.  The coast was as clear
as it was going to be and with that, naked I was again.  A couple of clicks
of the camera and I was back dressed and getting the hell out of there.  My
heart was racing as we headed back to campus.

We stopped at a wooded area where I ran in to put my jock back on and then
resumed the trek to the house.  The whole adventure took a couple of hours
and we were back shortly before 1pm.  Bob headed off to his dorm and I took
the camera and went inside the house.  Luckily I found Brett in the den.
ESPN was on the tv and he was working on his laptop.  "Brother Brett, I
have the pictures you requested" and handed him the camera.  He scanned
through them and looked up at me and said "pen and book – good job
maggot."

My first signature...82 more to go.