Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2003 00:23:56 -0400
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Subject: Joseph Andrew Collins - 15 (LJB)(MM 1st anal coll slow)(15!18)

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Hope that you continue enjoying the story.       LJB


Joseph Andrew Collins
Chapter 15


(Brother Brad)

"Son of a bitch!!  What the Hell is this ?"  I exclaimed bouncing over and
sitting up in my bed.  I hadn't had a 'wet dream' in years.  My cock
continued to throb as it expelled short bursts of cum from the end of a
massive climax.  I sat breathing heavily as my mind sorted out my thoughts
and the dream from which I had just awakened.  Tick.  It had to be Tick.
He's been dreaming again.  He had broadcast his dreams to me before, but he
had always been sleeping within fifteen, or twenty feet of me on those
occasions.

Climbing out of bed, I grabbed a towel and wiped my groin and then the
puddles on my bottom sheet.  Throwing the towel into my laundry basket, I
stopped and stared at it, recalling Tick carrying it through the hallways
as his dream had started.  Deciding to rinse off in the shower, I went down
the hall and into the Drying Room.  I couldn't believe it.  Five of my
third year Brothers were in the room in various stages of showering and
drying.  At this time of night, it couldn't be coincidental.  After rinsing
and drying with a very non-verbal group of sleepy men, I went back to my
room and pulled on a pair of boxers.  Off to Andrew's room.

Walking down the seniors' hall, I couldn't resist sticking my head into the
Drying Room.  Three seniors were still there drying off.  I went to
Andrew's room and knocked.

"Come."  Andrew bid with no delay time to indicate that he may have just
awakened.  I opened the door and entered, closing it behind me.

"You get cleaned up yet ?"  I asked.  He gave me a questioning stare.  "So
far me, at least five in third year and three seniors."  He looked puzzled
as he though it over.

"It's the viewer in the dream."  he said.  "It's Tick."  I nodded and told
him about the other times this had happened to me over the past few years
since puberty arrived.

"When he told me he was gay, it was no surprise to me."  I commented.
"He's been sharing his dreams with me for a long time, but always when we
shared a room or he was nearby, never like this.  I've never told him.  I
didn't want him to worry about it."

"Did you tell Brother Michael ?"  Andrew wanted to know.  I hung my head.
"Why didn't you ?"

"I wasn't sure what Dad would do."  I admitted.  "I should have.  I guess I
found it special.  Another way Tick and I communicated and I didn't want to
do anything about it.  Sharing with him was special to me."  Andrew nodded
showing an understanding of my motive.  "Do you mind ?"  I asked, pointing
at the spare bed.

"You know you can, whenever you want."  he answered.  "As long as you don't
mind Hogan."  We both laughed and I crawled into the empty bed.

In the morning, Andrew asked me to present his gradings and recommendations
at the Pledge Selection Meeting.  He had decided to spend the day with
Tick, to see what he could sense and find out about the dream event last
night.  I knew there was something seriously bothering Andrew about what
had happened, but I sensed there was something also bothering him about the
dream itself.  He wasn't ready to discuss it as yet.

Andrew left early to meet up with Tick before he had a chance to get out of
bed or started on any activities.  Before he went, he was busy quickly
speaking to as many of the Brothers as he could.  I think he tried to get a
rough tally on how many had been effected last night.

I had breakfast at the House.  On weekends, we often have brunch at the
House, so that the Brothers could eat throughout the morning, whenever it
was convenient.  When I sat down to eat, there were several others at the
table and I drew them out about what had happened last night.  Because of
the nature of the dream, none had readily mentioned it to anyone else, but
they became fascinated when they realized they shared the experience in
common.  I asked them not to talk openly about it with the others, until we
had investigated as thoroughly as possible.  They readily agreed.

Mid- morning the Selection Meeting began.  Like the Nomination Meeting, it
was attended by all available members.  Andrew's notes were extensive and
each Pledge was reviewed with contributions from every Brother who had come
into contact with him.  I was pleased with the opportunity to fill in for
Andrew.  Next year, I would become the senior Advisor and this practical
experience was very enlightening.

After everyone had been discussed, we used a rating scale to grade each
Pledge according to specific criteria we looked for in a candidate.
Perceptive ability was graded highly, but was not the absolute measure.
When this exercise was completed, the scores were rated highest to lowest
and the first 12 were our picks.  I found I could not totally put aside my
personal pride that Tick was number one.  I noted as well with pleasure
that his recruited group were all included.

Selection Meeting Results.

        Name           Age    Score   Study        Specialty         BIG

 1.  Joe Collins        18     285   Pre-Law      Martl Arts   Andrew Pritchard
 2.  Gary Davis         18     263   Pre-Law      Fencing      Duane Sutton
 3.  Don Wilmot         18     251   Science      Soccer       Amos Redfield   
 4.  Kirk Dillon        18     247   Kinetics     Football     Brad Collins
 5.  Robert Trunt       18     245   Kinetics     Football     Vince Willows
 6.  Chuck Russell      18     242   English      Wrestling    Sam Polanaski
 7.  Pete Greege        18     241   Teacher      Swimming     Ben Fellows
 8.  James Spencer      18     238   Science      Academic     Bruce Winters
 9.  Gavin Robins       18     233   Biology      Football     Cliff Smith
10.  William Peters     19     227   Kinetics     Track        Kevin Devron
11.  Richard Grey       18     225   Math         Academic     Eddie Santori
12.  Verne Liscombe     18     220   Teacher      Soccer       David Holmes
13.  Ellis Durham       19     243   Teacher      Basketball   Sandy Urich


One item, which we had to deal with, was the inclusion of Ellis Durham in
our considerations.  The reviews Andrew had done in testing Ellis scored
very highly and his total was in the upper 1/3 of the Pledge Class.  After
some discussion, we decided to have 13 candidates in the second week of
Trials, and to eliminate 3 for the finals.  We also discussed how we would
physically manage Ellis, if he did indeed end up being invited to commit to
the Brotherhood.

There was a spare room on the first floor of the wing next to the bathroom.
It was decided if Ellis remained, to convert that room to a bedroom for him
and designate the bathroom for his use.  The installation of a wheelchair
accessible shower would be an easy task according to our Engineering
majors.  We further decided that a ramp should be installed, replacing the
stair access at one end of the front veranda, so that physically disabled
individuals could have easier access to the House.  As Vice-President,
Steve undertook to initiate that change.

On Sunday the scores would be erased and everyone would start over again.
Next weekend our selection would leave the final 10 who would be invited to
commit to the Brotherhood.

We were done in time for a 1:30 p.m. lunch, so we all went to the
cafeteria.  I had seen Andrew and Tick break for lunch about noon, so I
knew they were back in Andrew's office by now.  When I returned to the
House, I went by his office to see how things were progressing, but the
"Testing in progress.  DO NOT DISTURB" sign was on the door, so I went on
to my room to clean up a bit and do some studying.

Andrew and Tick came looking for me at just about three o'clock.  They had
decided to hang out at Roberts Hall for a while with some of the other
Pledges and then go for some dinner.  I was happy to go along.  I had
really missed my brother during the past week, although I saw him every
day.  In some ways that made it worse.  When I was here at school and he
was at home, I had no expectation of having him near me, but when I knew he
was nearby and we could sense each other, I wanted to be able to talk with
him and when I couldn't, I really missed it.

The afternoon moved by quickly between talking with the guys and watching
an old movie on the TV.  Andrew and I wandered through the residence for a
while talking with the many people we knew and giving encouragement to the
very anxious Pledges.  I stopped this and left Andrew after a short while.
It was too hard encouraging some of these boys I already knew were not
going to be returning.  Andrew kept telling each of them how special they
were to have even been invited the first time and I realized how important
that was to everyone's self-esteem.

We invited our boys to go to dinner with us.  They were a little hesitant,
in case they missed the invitation bearers, but I assured them if missed,
they would return.  We took them to a small pizzeria that the Frat members
frequented often and had pizza and beer, a college man's staple.  While we
were there, some Pledges undergoing a hazing from one of the other Frats
came in and were short a buck for their order.  The test was, if they would
go and beg for money to obtain their Masters' food, or return empty handed.
I made sure they got their order and the relief on their faces was more
than worth the buck it cost me.

During the course of the afternoon, I had gotten a chance to talk a bit
with Tick and was pleased to find him very positive about the Trials over
the past week.  He told me he had spent his nights with RAT and James and a
little about each of them.  There was no comment at all about his being
disciplined and I sensed that it was a thing of the past, not to be dwelt
upon.  I was very pleased to touch base with Tick and felt like our sense
of one another had been renewed.

Andrew and I left Roberts Hall about 9:p.m. and when we got back to the
House found a gathering was in full swing.  The Brothers had been able to
invite their girlfriends and boyfriends over for the first time in several
weeks and everyone was letting off a little stress.  I don't have a current
girlfriend, but was introduced to a couple of ladies last night at the
Friday Beer Fest.  Connie had been one of them and had come back tonight
looking for me.  She was particularly cute and we ended up sharing a nice
evening.  She was between boyfriends and we found we had quite a bit in
common, the least of which was that we were both horny as hell.

After we had brunch on Sunday morning, I walked the young lady back to her
Sorority House and we made plans to get together again next weekend, after
the Pledges were invested.  The rest of the day was a wash/cleanup/work on
projects/study day.  Before I knew it, the clock struck five and I went
with a group of Brothers to get my supper, so I would be back for the 6
o'clock Pledge meeting.  I kind of wondered when I didn't see any of the
fab four at dinner.  About five to six, I walked into the Pledge lounge and
looked around for Tick.  He wasn't there.  Kirk wasn't there.

I had a feeling I should check this out and went to see if the Pledge
Master knew anything about their absence.

"What do you mean they're not here ?"  Vince snarled.  "That boy's going to
be the death of me yet."  He looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders
and then he looked to Andrew.

After finding out from Pete and Chuck they had not received invitations,
the snag was tracked down, the invitations were located and it was decided
that Andrew was the best- qualified person to resolve this mess.
Basically, Andrew was the only one with whom we figured Tick wouldn't get
angry.

Chris had instructed everything to be delayed an hour and the Pledges be
sent to the cafeteria.  Vince and I went to join them after Andrew left
with the invitations.  I didn't want to be at the House when Tick arrived,
because I was certain this would be seen as my fault and he wouldn't let me
forget it.

Naturally, the story had circulated among the10 Pledges, thanks to Chuck
and Pete.  They were all full of questions and Vince told them what had
happened.  They thought it was hilarious that Tick kept being missed on
invitations.  Pete pointed out to them how Tick and Kirk had felt, when
they realized they weren't asked back.  Things got serious then and there
was a lot of anger expressed about putting them through those feelings.  I
had my hands full helping them to settle and recognize their feelings as
the result of an accident, opposed to a purposeful intention to hurt
someone.  By the time we returned to the House, the anger had passed and
their reaction to Kirk and Tick was one of brothers returning to the fold.

There was a House meeting, including the Pledges, held to resolve the
situation with Ellis Durham's entry to the remaining week of Trials.  After
some arranging by my little brother, Ellis was included.  The Pledges were
paired later in the evening with their new 'big Brothers' and I took on
Kirk as my second 'little brother'.  Sandy Urich was the 'little brother' I
had taken on last year, but I knew now that Tick was here, my role with
Sandy would be as an advisor to a group rather than an individual.

The role of 'big Brother' to Sandy had been an interesting year.  He had
grown so much during the time; he was hardly the same lonely, timid,
frightened, young boy Tick had discovered in the gym during his first
weekend visit with me here at the College.  Sandy was in awe of Tick and he
could see only how much bigger Tick's slice of life was than his own.  That
view has changed over the past year and now Sandy sees him as a hero, but
one to be emulated, not worshipped.  Tick has served as a role model for
him and it has drawn Sandy out of his shell and helped him become an
important individual in his own eyes.  The Brotherhood has also made Sandy
gain the self-worth he seriously lacked and now he is a handsome,
self-sufficient man, confident in his abilities and place in the world.  He
still worships Tick, but as a worthy role model, not a god.

It was evident the Pledges were shocked to be twinned with their 'big
Brothers' for the next 24 hours and it was a learning experience for the
second year Brothers.  To this point they had always been able to turn to
their 'big Brother' for guidance and answers.  Now they were expected to
provide that support to someone else.  For those on either side of the
scale, who had no siblings, it was a unique experience in life and for
those who suffered a dysfunctional relationship with siblings, it was a
chance to relearn and possibly rebuild for themselves.

Kirk, my new 'little Brother' was as nervous as a bridegroom on his wedding
night.  Andrew and I had built a relationship with Kirk since his day in
the House resolving his turmoil about Tick's sexuality.  He knew he was
safe with us, but still the uncertainty of this new experience was
unnerving for him.

"This feels very different to me."  Kirk stated.  "I spent all of last week
sharing a bed with guys a lot smaller than myself, now we're together.
You're not only built a lot heavier than they were, but you're a good bit
taller than me, too."

"Just think," I responded, "you actually get to have a 'big Brother' who's
bigger than you are.  Tick will likely never be bigger than his 'little
Brother' when he gets to have one."  He smiled when he thought about that.

"I don't think I'll ever meet a bigger man than him."  Kirk reflected with
total sincerity.  "He thinks you're the greatest person who ever walked the
earth."

"I know."  I admitted.  "I do everything I can to deserve the value he
places on me."

"You do all right, Brad."  he commented.  "I think you're pretty special
too.  Not everyone would put up and stick with me like you and Andrew.
It's easy for me to believe the things Joe says about how special the
Brothers in this House are.  I truly hope I deserve to be worthy of being
one.  My values and reasoning about things have changed so much since the
first day we all met.  Sometimes, I hardly recognize myself.  It's Joe and
the people here that have made it possible."

"You've done the work, Kirk."  I assured him.  "All we did was stand by and
let you know we were there when you needed us."

"Do you honestly know how important something like that is ?"  he asked
looking intensely at me.  "It could make all the difference between success
and failure.  It did for me."

"Then we're glad we were here, because you are very much worth having along
for the ride, 'little Brother'."  I testified.  He seemed not to know what
to say after that.  I pushed the covers back and slid into my bed.  Kirk
stood for a moment looking from me to the spare bed where he had slept the
last time he was here.  "You're welcome in either bed, it's your choice."
I held back the covers on my bed.  He climbed in next to me and I switched
out the bedside light.

"Brad, do you think it's strange, or childish of me to choose to sleep in
here with you ?  You know, two straight dudes sleeping together when they
don't have to."  Kirk asked after a few minutes.

"I think straight or gay has nothing to do with it."  I answered.  "I think
there are times a guy, no matter how old or young, needs the companionship
of someone else, not for sex, but just for human companionship.  That's one
of the best things about having brothers.  They don't need to make up
excuses to just be with each other."  We were quiet for a long time.  Just
as I was going off to sleep, Kirk spoke quietly; I'm not even sure whether
it was to me or just himself.

"I was right about what I wrote in my essay about love.  I love Joe and I
love you and sex has nothing to do with it.  It's just plain love."  I
wasn't going to argue with that.  The last conscious thought I had that
night was something I suddenly sensed about Tick being upset toward Vince.

The next morning, Pledge Master Vince put in the first five-mile run he had
run since he was a Pledge himself.  President Chris made a strategic move,
which left Vince trailing along behind the jeep with the rest of us.  For
some reason it took most of the day before Vince could see the humour of
the situation.

Kirk and I remained twinned throughout the day and it worked out really
well.  He attended my basketball practice in the morning and met most of
the men on our team.  I attended his practice in the afternoon and had a
chance to see the Frosh footballers in practice.  It looked like a strong
team and Kirk was definitely an asset.  By the end of the season, he will
be a well-known, valued player.  The rest of the day we attended our
classes, meeting for lunch.  He was challenged a couple times by senior
Brothers, but had no problem, as I was close by each time.

After classes ended, Kirk accompanied me back to the House, where I was
needed to fill in for Andrew for the Pledge study program.  Everyone was
required after their classes, or practices to report to Vince at the
Library, or Andrew at the House to work on school work or study until
dinnertime.  Andrew was tied up with Tick at his practice with Ken
Williams, so I was supervising at the House.  During that supervision time,
Kirk did school work.

We broke up the study group about a quarter to six, so everyone could get
ready to meet at the cafeteria for dinner.  As our group neared the
cafeteria, I heard a mental message that Andrew needed support with a
security circle.  A security circle was a method of isolating a potential
problem before it could escalate into something more than a problem.  I
instructed the Pledge brothers with me as we neared the building and I
spotted Andrew at the same time I saw Vince and his group from the Library
approaching.  The senior Brothers were exiting the cafeteria and the circle
formed in a matter of moments after Andrew's call.

We all watched as Andrew and the President of AGE diffused the problem and
our group dispersed rapidly when the problem was in hand.  Andrew indicated
he would fill us all in later, but I noted that one of the AGE Pledges had
stayed with Andrew and Tick.  After dinner we returned to the House for a
group meeting scheduled to begin at 7:00.  In the few minutes we had before
the meeting, Andrew gave the details of the meeting to the Executive and
myself.  As next year's senior Advisor, I am included in many of the
Executives' problems and decisions.

The meeting began with the entire House of Brothers and Pledges.  Andrew
took a quick survey of numbers with regard to the Friday night dream Tick
had broadcast.  We were all stunned to find the actual number was 100%.
Even more astounding was to find out Terry Sommers, the Pledge from AGE had
also experienced the dream.

When the Pledge brothers went to their lounge, I joined a number of my
Brothers getting a little reading and homework accomplished.  This was
interrupted at 8:15 when I relieved Andrew in the Pledge lounge so that he,
Tick and Terry Sommers could go to the AGE House.  The Pledge discussion
lasted about another half hour and just as I started back on my reading,
Chris came and told me we were needed at the AGE House.  I stopped for a
moment and tried to sense Tick to be certain he was okay, but I could
detect no indication of any problem with him.

When we arrived at the AGE House, we found that their membership was in
chaos.  Their President was ready to resign over the lack of participation
by any of their members.  It looked very much like he had been carrying the
load on his own for some time and had finally reached a breaking point.
Andrew had proposed DPD provide some assistance to the Brothers and they
had accepted his proposal.  My role was to become a DPD Pledge Master and
live with the AGE members for the next week, guiding their new Pledge
Master in the orientation of their new Pledges.  We all sat down as a big
group to discuss plans.

While Andrew, Chris and I talked turkey with the Brothers, Tick took the
six Pledges into the front lounge and they had their own meeting about
their role and what they should be looking to learn and experience.  I went
into the lounge after they had been there about half an hour.  When I
entered the room, Tick jumped to his feet and stood at attention.  The
other six did not move as quickly, but followed his moves.

"Introduce me, Pledge Joe."  I said.

"This is Brother Brad, a DPD Pledge Master."  Tick informed the others.
"He is going to be here with your Pledge Master Doby to help guide you to
become Brothers in your Frat."  He then introduced each of the Pledges
individually to me and I asked each questions about themselves and their
schooling to familiarize myself with them as individuals.

"Sit down, please Pledges."  I told them and we all sat in a corner of the
room.  "My job with you guys is going to be a little rushed, so if we start
going too fast and you find you're getting lost, tell me.  Normally, the
whole Fraternity should have previewed each of you, before you were invited
to Pledge.  I understand that's not quite how it went."

"No, Sir."  Terry Sommers replied.  "I attended a beer party here one night
and I asked about Pledging.  I was told I was a Pledge and I should show up
here last Saturday morning.  I did and so did these other guys, then Hell
began."

"I figure Joe has told you everything he can about becoming a Pledge and
undergoing the Trials."  I stated.  "Do you have any questions that he, or
I can try to answer for you ?"  Before anyone could say anything, Joe stood
up to attention and the others followed his example.  I looked behind me to
find Andrew and Doby had come into the room and were walking toward us.

"Sit down boys."  Pledge Master Doby told them.  "I didn't mean to
interrupt Brad.  Can we sit and listen ?"

"No," I answered to his astonished reaction, "but you are welcome to sit
and join in."  His face turned to a big smile.  "I just asked these Pledges
if they had any questions, which any of us can try to answer."  I turned
back to the Pledges, acknowledging the first hand raised.

"Sir, Joe told us about twinning and mute days."  he stated.  "Will we be
doing any of that kind of thing ?"

"Pledge Master Doby and I have not had a chance as yet to decide how to use
what little time there is left, to best prepare you to become Brothers."  I
answered.  "By tomorrow morning we should have a fair idea of how things
will run and will tell you then what you need to know."

"We were talking in the other room," Doby announced, "and I think we are
going to extend the Trials this year until the end of next week."  There
was a groan from the Pledges.  "Now don't look on it like that.  With
Pledge Master Brad's help, it will be time, which benefits you and will
help you become far better Brothers than this Frat has ever seen.  We are
also talking about putting the second year Brothers through the Trials with
you, to see if they can improve their knowledge and become better role
models than we've provided for them.  Almost all the second year Brothers
thought this was a good idea.  Those that didn't are being tortured now."
Everyone laughed.

We spent an hour talking with the Pledges and I found Doby to be very
receptive to the suggestions I made and willing to make a real effort to
help their situation change.  The Pledges were sent to bed as twins after
they showered and Doby sat down with me to plan out a series of Trials,
which would guide their Pledges toward the goals and purpose this Frat was
suppose to be achieving.  One of the differences in these Trials was that
they were to teach, rather than measure.  The Pledges were hopefully to all
join the Frat, not be eliminated.  There was no established limit on annual
intake.

Somewhere around 2:a.m., I crawled into the spare bed in Doby's room.  We
had a plan outlined and we both believed it would put some vigour and
renewed interest into this Fraternity.

As I lay in bed thinking about the day to come in a few short hours, I
opened my mind to the world around me.  I felt a wave of anger and loss
crash over me like a great ocean wave.  The anger contained in this wave
was almost paralysing and I felt a sense of betrayal, which dominated
everything else.  It took a major effort for me to take control of my own
feelings and separate them from those of the person broadcasting to me.

'Oh my God!'  I thought.  'Tick.'