This story is based on what may be an urban myth from my college days. A fraternity brother told me about the incident after my own adventure, described in my story "Pledge Class Payback" so I believe it to be true. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to write this story. It is based on a "true incident" with a lot of embellishments. All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. That is, except for the "urban myth" about a sleep walking football frat brother and his abandonment in another town. It starts a bit slow so please be patient..
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Chapter 4, The Hunt
Brian was running down an alley behind the laundry and the other stores in the strip mall when he finally stopped to look around to see if he was being followed.
He had no idea where he was and he was totally naked.
What the hell was going on? Where was he? What was he doing there naked and who had taken him there?
He relaxed a bit, no one was following.
He needed clothes. The chill of the morning was shrinking his already tiny pecker and he needed to find out where he was and get back to the school without getting arrested.
Looking around he figured out he was behind a strip mall that butted up against a mature blue collar neighborhood with small white frame houses, mostly built just after WW II.
There was a combination of small dumpsters and garbage cans lining the alley. Maybe …
He started scrounging in the cans. First finding one blue flip flop that just fit and then finding a translucent plastic shower curtain with pale blue fish on it. Remembering a movie he had seen recently, he pulled the curtain out and using a piece of broken glass, he cut the curtain into a poncho.
Taking a short length of twine from a stack of discarded news papers, he tied the curtain around his waist, cinching it closed to at least block the wind and cover his nudity. It didn't cover everything, ending just below his athletic ass and crotch but it made him technically, "decent."
Slightly limping with only one flip flop he worked he way down the street. His strong muscular legs were completely exposed but he was proud he had solved his clothing problem. He began looking for something better now that he was no longer "nude."
Finally he had covered the whole block without finding something better to wear. He had found some discarded stale donuts behind a diner and was no longer hungry.
Fed and clothed, he felt pretty good.
