Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 11:13:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: chidamen@yahoo.com
Subject: A timid freshman learns - part 1-

The first half of freshman year in college was
difficult for me.  I hadn't paid a great deal of
attention to the admissions process and ended up
attending a small, conservative liberal arts school.
Being the lefty, intellectual smart ass I am, I wasn't
terribly popular.    During the first semester it was
ultimate Frisbee, beer and leaving frat parties early
under sneers and threats.  There were a couple girls
(clumsy petting) and a small circle of similar
fringies, but I wasn't happy.

My name is James.  I'm a typical Chicago suburban
outlook, physically average guy.  I didn't turn 18
until November. (early graduator) I was 5'10 170
blnd/blue and average athletically.   Still a virgin I
was uneasy with girls but had crushes and female
friends I wanted badly.  It must be admitted I got a
bit of a squeeze when I saw other guys naked.  I never
identified as gay, or even bi, but I jerked off a lot
and occasionally pictured guys.  I know, how naive,
eh?  My first roommate moved into a jockier place
right away.  Maybe he knew I beat off under my blanket
or was upset I smoked pot.  Either way I had a single
room and stayed naked whenever practical.   I thought
that was the height of naughty.

There was one group of friends I made among the older
students.  SAE, Somebody, anybody, everybody, the
outcast frat took to me just fine.  My partier friends
and I started hanging out there just after winter
break.  Grades weren't a problem, which was surprising
to many, given how I spent most of my time.  Seeking a
social niche took most of my time and deliberation.  I
had no idea who I was or was to be.

When it came time for spring rush the SAE invited the
6-8 of us to formally join.  It seemed like the
natural progression so I accepted.  To tell the truth,
I was silently excited about the prospect of a group
male bonding experience.  Id never been part of a
team, at least not after puberty, and wanted the
comradely brotherhood.  So, when they announced we
were all moving into the great room for two weeks I
packed up and did exactly as I was told.  I even
brought laundry stuff.  Of course, the other guys
didn't take it so literally.  A couple of them never
showed up at all except for `mandatory pledge
sessions' I felt a bit foolish being so obedient but a
part of me needed to be.

The first `mandatory pledge session' gave me a start.
The first thing was our being herder into an oversized
walk in and ordered into `uniform'  Uniform consisted
of new, white jockey shorts.   Some of the guys hemmed
and hawed.  Not me.  I was stripped quickly, as was my
closest friend Alan.  Picture a dark haired me, which
may be why we got on well.  The group as a whole was
convinced and we were soon lined up, hands behind our
heads reciting personal info and oaths and hearing the
rules.  As it turned out, it wasn't as aggressive as
I, very secretly, hoped.  About midnight we all bunked
down with even the most resistant grumblers staying
over.

The brothers liked having us do push-ups with a slide
of the crotch on a ground "kiss and fucks" they called
them.  There was leap frog and quick quizzes on the
frat history (which we were sternly warned to memorize
against the day we were interrogated) and all but it
was very tame compared to the stories in this section
(sorry, just doing the tell) Eventually we were told
that it was nearing time to pair off with `pledge
brothers', active members who would serve as our
mentors.  I didn't have a favorite.  One had me
though.

A week into the pledging there were only a couple of
us still staying in the main room, Alan, myself and
another guy I've forgotten.   It was then a mood
change occurred.   Arthur, one of the members woke me
up and told me to come with him.  He was a tall guy,
well built, and played lacrosse.  The only reason he
was SAE was his being a stoner.  The jock frats didn't
go for that.  They swilled Southern Comfort by the
gallon but despised stoners.  Go figure.   Arthur led
me, in my shorts to his room and told me to pay
attention.

"How are pledges normally dressed?" he asked.

"In uniform", I replied

"That's right.  So, aren't you overdressed?" he
countered. "And when a member has you one on one it is
`In uniform, Sir'. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir" I told you I was a quick learner.

"So strip down", He snapped. Apparently, I'm not so
quick a learner as I thought.

My shorts came off and I stood before him in nothing
but jockeys.  Nearly naked, I thought. Being ordered
to virtually expose myself one on one had a different
dynamic than in a group.  I started to chub up.

"Feet apart! hands behind your head!"  I obeyed
instantly.  "You and I have something to talk about"

"Yes, Sir?"

"I see you came prepared to stay the duration.  Did
you notice the rest of your crew bugged off home?  Yet
you are camped in down there.  Why is that?"  He stood
pretty close.  Yes, he did.

"Um, I m not sure, Sir, I thought that is the way it
goes"   Clever, wasn't I.

"That's the way it goes for some boys."  He said
`boys' and I got an eel in my belly.  "I'm a senior,
you know, and each year there is one guy who takes it
more seriously than the others.  A guy who is always
first, a guy who always makes sure to do everything
right, everything he is told to do.  That is you,
isn't it pledge?"

"I guess so, Sir.  Yes, Sir" Was I a bit dizzy?

"That's right, you are. You're going to choose me as
your pledge brother.  I'm going to make sure you
continue to do things exactly the way you're supposed
to.  I'm going to make sure you do things exactly as
you're told.  Got it?" He stood really close.

"Yes, Sir" I gulped and squirmed, feeling really
vulnerable, breathing hard.
"Good.  Now go back to bed."  I reached for my shorts.
 "Leave them." He grabbed my arm, touching me for the
first time and put his eyes to mine "When we are alone
together you are to assume that you are to be in
uniform.  Unless I previously say otherwise when I
call you here the first thing you do is strip down.
Got it?"

"Yes, Sir" I replied meekly.

"Keep in mind that there may well be times when your
behavior causes me to order you to modified uniform.
Do you know what modified uniform means?"

"N-No, Sir"

"Modified uniform is the same as regular uniform,
pledge, but without the underwear.  Now get
downstairs."

  He spun me, opened the door, slapped my ass, and
pushed me into the hall.  The entire way down to my
nook my hands crossed in front of my crotch, less
anyone see my full hard on.

Part 2?