*Disclaimer - ALL characters depicted in this work are over the age of 21. All acts discussed are fully consensual and any similarities to real life people or events is purely coincidental.
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Ch 1. - Part 1
I couldn't believe my eyes. As I scrolled through a local hookup app for the millionth time, a bunch of new profiles appeared. Profiles of some of the hottest, but seemingly straightest, guys that I've seen around this campus over the past three years. With pictures of Nick, Caleb, and Jay staring back at me, I had to click on them. These guys are the jocks of AlphaSigmaOmega (ASO) - the most exclusive and difficult fraternity to get into, or even find information about.
If it wasn't for the few stories of their legendary parties and their monikered apparel, no one would even know it existed. Needless to say, seeing even one of them on here would shock me, but three? Something had to be up. Maybe one of their frat bros is trying to pull a fast one.
However, that doesn't appear to be the case. The three profiles are identical except for the photos, but they're not profiles at all... they're ads. The headlines read, "Do you want to serve ASO's esteemed members as our personal house boy?" Scrolling down, there's a brief paragraph stating that they are seeking someone to join the brotherhood in a unique but rewarding role and to inquire by sending a dm. Still doubting it's legitimacy, I decide to exit the app and go back to catching up on the readings for my Historical Innovations seminar. I lay on my bed with my book light, put on noise cancelling headphones, and flip to Chapter 2: The Cotton Gin. A few sentences in, the boredom takes over and I fall asleep.
I awaken the next morning with 10 minutes to get ready and make it to class. Thankfully it's just in the next building over.
I brush my teeth, style my hair, and get dressed as quickly as I can. As I exit my dorm building and turn toward Hall H, I see Caleb scrolling through his phone by the entrance. His mid-length hair is slicked back and he's rocking his signature short stubble look on his face. His jaw is chiseled and so fucking sexy. He's wearing the signature navy blue ASO polo tucked into tan chinos that allow his black belt to accentuate his tight waist. The way that polo hugs his arms is downright sinful. As I stride up to the building, he looks up and I muster a slight grin as a greeting.
One eyebrow hikes up on his face and he says, "It's Mark, right?"
"Yeah," I say, "I'm surprised you knew." It's not exactly like we've shared classes or social scenes. Everyone just knows Caleb. Me on the other hand, not so much.
He chuckles slightly and flashes his perfect white teeth at me. "Heh, well I didn't until last night when you came up on my 'Look who's checked out your profile page'."
I can feel my face instantly redden with heat. I open my mouth to say something, but fail to materialize anything intelligible before he speaks again.
"If you like what you saw, you should send us a message. The position is legit and you could be a good fit," he declares.
"Ok, thanks," I stammer, unable to come up with anything else.
He snickers and says, "Catch ya later." A moment passes and he's gone.
I snap out of my slack-jawed state and scramble to get to class. I'm a few minutes late but the lecture hasn't actually started yet, so it's fine. Only, now all I can think about is Caleb, the ad, and the position. So much so, I might as well have skipped class altogether.
My wandering mind becomes occupied with a daydream of being on my knees in front of Caleb, sucking his dick in front of the other housemates. I shrug the thought away because the role couldn't actually be sexual in any way, could it? I mean, it didn't say it's a paid position and if it's all consensual, there'd be nothing wrong with it... but nah. These guys are super straight. I'm talking whisling at girls, juggling three at a time kind of straight.
Still, my curiosity is definitely piqued, so I resolve to message Caleb later since he was the one I ran into. As long as I don't suggest anything, they'll never know I was hoping it'd be bromantic. Plus, even if the gig is mundane, I'll at least be able to see the frat in action, which few would ever be able to say.
Ch 1. - Part 2
I plopped onto my bed as soon as I entered my dorm room following the rest of my classes. I immediately open the app so I can formulate some kind of message to Caleb. I've been thinking about this all day and still haven't come up with anything.
I decide to play it cool and send a generic, "Hey, I'd like to learn more about the position." Can't go wrong with that, right? I hit send and the excruciating 'waiting-for-a-reply' game begins. I decide to lose myself in some video games so I don't dwell on how I think Caleb will respond. I'm about an hour and a half into my quest, when I get a notification from the app and have a conversation with Caleb.
Caleb: Excellent. I want to be forthcoming with you, this is a one-of-a-kind role. Since it's intimate in nature, we'd like you to come to ASO house to discuss it further.
(Intimate? Could it really be what I think?)
Mark: Ok, I can do that.
Caleb: Great. Nick and Jay will be here as well. I'd ask if you know who they are, but we've seen that you checked out their profiles too. It's imperative that all three of us vet the candidates.
(I'm mortified.)
Mark: Ok. When?
Caleb: They'll actually be here soon and the rest of the house is empty. How quickly can you be fully presentable to us?
Mark: 20 minutes or so.
Caleb: Perfect. Head over when you can. ASO house is the small building on the south end of campus next to the radio station.
Mark: Ok.
Caleb: Knock three times. When asked for the password, say 'interview' this time.
Mark: Ok.
Is this for real? My stomach is doing somersaults and my heart is thumping in my chest, but I'm excited at the same time. I quickly shower, change, put on cologne, and head over before I can change my mind.
