It was my last night of fraternity rushing for the Pi Epsilon Nu fraternity and I have to admit, I was expecting more.
Now, it isn't like I literally thought joining a fraternity would be a series of gay orgies like so many websites would have you believe. I mean, yes, I do like those sites but I also know they're fake.
But when I came to this college for a fresh start, I decided to hold off on outing myself until I'd gotten a feel for the general attitudes about homosexuality. And when I'd heard that Pi Epsilon Nu had the wildest recruitment rituals ever, I figured it might offer an opportunity to gauge the sexual fluidity of the dudes at this school.
Plus, okay, I *really* like those websites.
But after a few weeks, the pledge period was nearly over and not a hint of homoeroticism was to be found. The worst they'd made us do is some chores and even they weren't especially hard.
The only real challenge at all was memorizing the stupid oath. It's long and redundant. I swear it has just about a dozen ways of promising to be loyal, brave and generally masculine.
So on the night of final initiation, I was with my fellow pledges sitting in a dark hallway, in a building I've never been in before and we're just waiting for our turn to be called for our final interview.
Everyone was pretty excited. Except Ed Mosely, who seemed really nervous. I know his older brother was in this Frat, so maybe that had something to do with it. He sat next to me with his left leg nervously bouncing up and down.
"Hey, Ed. Are you okay?" I whispered.
He just stared at me for a moment with fear and uncertainty in his eyes. Then with a forced, nervous laughter he said "Yeah, no. I'm fine. It's just, you know. My brother, my dad, and my granddad were all in this frat. So now it's my turn."
As they called us in, one by one, I knew I had to wait patiently. With the name, Mike Mitchells, I'm used to always being smack dab in the middle of alphabetical listings.
When it was finally my turn I turned a corner and found Nick, one of the hotter Senior frat brothers standing in front of a small table next to a door. He always seemed laid back, but tonight there was a harder edge to him
"Here, sign this." he ordered and set a piece of paper on the small table in front of him. It was a certificate that had the Greek letters of the fraternity in a big, fancy typeface at the top, and my name at the bottom with a blank line under it, presumably for my signature. I looked at the big block of text in the middle of the page.
"I pledge myself fully to Pi Nu Sigma. I offer my mind, body, and spirit to my brothers. I swear to be faithful, fearless, and strong as I represent Pi Nu Sigma. I vow that I will never shy away from an opportunity to boldly display courage and manhood..."
It was the start of that damn oath. I knew it well enough to skip to the bottom and sign my name. Once signed I went to pick up the certificate but Nick quickly snatched it away and placed it in a folder.
"Welcome to Pi Nu Sigma, brother. Now take off all your clothes."
"Er, what?" I spat out in surprise.
But his silent expression made it clear he knew I'd heard him and he had no intention of repeating himself.
Even though I was no longer just a pledge, he still out ranked me and I'd just signed a piece of paper promising to be loyal and fearless. So, I started unbuttoning my shirt.
Okay. After all the waiting, maybe something sexy was finally going to happen. Were all the frat brothers that had gone ahead of me naked somewhere, waiting for the rest of us?
As I obediently undressed Nick stared me down. There was no look of lust or contempt in his eyes. Just a matter of fact expectation.
Off came my shirt, then my pants. After my shoes and shorts were off I momentarily paused as I reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs. But Nick's gaze didn't change at all so I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and slipped them down to the floor.
I'd been naked with other guys before, both sexually and not, but usually the nudity was mutual. Standing completely exposed in front of a clothed frat brother felt stranger than I'd have expected.
Nick only responded by reaching out his arms, palms up. I handed him my clothes and shoes and he placed them in a plastic bag and set it on the floor before addressing me again.
"You are to walk through this door and continue to the halfway point. You will stop, then turn in a circle while counting to twenty so you are back at your original position when you stop counting. You will then turn ninety degrees to your right, step forward, go into the hole, and not move until you get further instructions."
"Yes, brother." I said and turned towards the door.
"Oh, and one more thing." Nick said, causing me to pause. "You are to keep your hands at your sides at all times." He nodded at my groin, noting that I'd unconsciously moved my hands to cover myself. I obediently moved them to hang by my hips, revealing that my cock was already starting to harden in anticipation. Nick noticed and merely gave a slight smirk.
Nervously I opened the door.
On the other side was a narrow hallway with bright blue walls. I stepped in and was slightly dazed by the brightness of the lights mounted on the ceiling. Following instructions I walked to what seemed like the middle of the hallway and sure enough found an "X" marked with masking tape on the floor. I stood with my feet on either side of it, and began to count and turn around. As I turned I noticed a large mirror, about three feet wide that went from floor to ceiling. It was easy to miss at first because it just reflected the blue walls and blended in. After I finished rotating I remembered I was next supposed to turn ninety degrees to my right, which made me face the mirror again.
I stepped forward and thought about the next line of instructions. Sure enough, there was a hole cut in the middle of the mirror, waist high, about three inches in diameter. Obviously it was too small to physically fit through, so "Go in the hole" could only mean one thing.
The hole also confirmed my suspicion that it was a two way mirror. The small room had already reminded me of where they do police line-ups in movies. I wondered if the pledges that went in front of me were all in there. Maybe they were all still naked. This could be some sort of intimacy exercise, where the whole fraternity gets to see the new brothers naked. I let the thought of seeing them all myself give me courage to proceed.
Thoughtfully there was a black rubber rim around the hole, presumably to protect frat brothers' junk from the glass edge. How often do they use this room for this? Was this room specifically made for this ritual?
I had to bend my knees a little to get my crotch lined up with the hole. Not wanting to press my body against the mirror I thrust my hips forward and aimed my dick and balls through the mysterious opening.
At first nothing happened and I began wondering if this was a test of courage. Would they wait until I was relaxed and then smack my nuts with a yardstick, or splash my crotch with ice water to see if I'd jump?
I tried to steel myself to prepare for anything when something finally happened. I felt a hand grip my soft cock. From the petite size of the fingers and softness of skin, I guessed it was a woman's hand. Which would make sense, since most of the other frat guys are straight, they'd like that. Was this meant to be some kind of reward?
I'd never had a woman stroke my cock before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. It had to be one of the strangest hand jobs ever. It seemed more exploratory than erotic. Fingers tracing all around and turning my junk over as if examining it. There was even some odd poking. Was this someone from our Sister Sorority getting hands-on anatomy lessons?
As clumsy as the handjob was I figured not getting hard would be embarrassing so I tried to pretend it was a guy's hand fondling me and I imagined all the other former pledges experiencing this. Were they sitting behind the glass watching me? Were they all still naked? Would I get to sit with all them naked and watch everyone after me get jerked off?
The thought of several straight frat brothers watching me get jerked off, and the hope of getting to watch some others after me helped my cock start to swell up. Once I became fully hard the mystery hand began exploring again before stroking me properly.
Eventually the stroking got more intense. Was this an endurance test? Would it be better to come quickly, or last a while, or maybe not even cum at all?
I just stood there and let the mystery hand work away, not sure what was expected of me, when suddenly I heard Nick's voice call through the door.
"You can just go ahead and cum whenever, dude."
