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  My Fraternity

  Big Brother

  By Natasha Palmer

  ©2014 by Natasha Palmer

  All Rights Reserved

  Disclaimer: 18+ This material contains explicit content.

  Excerpt

  “Fuck it,” I said. The urge overtook me. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. It was a wave that knocked me over and took control. I moved over on the bed. I leaned across his muscular lean chest. I placed my head on his hard shoulder. I made sure to place my groin on the bed so he couldn’t feel my throbbing erection that I was ashamed about, but I had to hug him. I wrapped my arms around his chest and felt the sides of his back on my hands. He put his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. Our bodies pressed together. I let out a small moan, which I prayed he didn’t hear. It freaked me out a little bit, but it felt so good to be in his arms.

  Chapter 1

  I dribbled the ball slowly up the court looking around at my teammates to see whom I would pass to. I was playing in a rush event for a fraternity I wanted to join. It was skins versus shirts and the potential pledges, aka myself, were the skins. The rest of the fraternity and the potential pledges were on the sides cheering us on.

  The game was 10-10. The next point would win. I was playing point guard because I was only 5’9, the shortest guy on my team. I looked right towards a guy named Todd who was in the corner. Sweat dripped from his long hair and down his muscular hairless chest. No. Too risky of a pass.

  I looked at the bottom of the basket where Patrick was posted up. He had scored most of our points. He was the tallest and biggest of our team, probably around six feet six inches with quite the beer belly. The guy has to like his Twinkies.

  He had his hand up in the air waving for the ball. I could probably feed it to him. Hehe. I’ll pass it to him. That’s a better word choice. Do a quick crossover, fake right, go left and give it to him in his sweet spot.

  I reached the top of the key. Let’s do this. “Take the shot pretty boy,” Travis said looking me in the eyes. He spread his thick muscular legs and crouched down ready to guard me. His ripped left arm shot forward to try to steal the ball and I swatted it away.

  “Don’t think I can make it?” I asked him grinning.

  “No I don’t.”

  “Willing to bet on it?”

  “I think that is doable.”

  “Stop flirting over there you fags,” the fraternity guy guarding Patrick said.

  “Ignore that douchebag. You have a girlfriend right?” he asked me.

  “Yeah,” I said. I dribbled it to the right. I passed the ball to Todd.

  “Oh lame,” Travis said.

  Todd did a few dribbles and then passed the ball right back to me. “Come again,” I said holding the ball in my hands. “So what’s the bet?”

  “You can’t sleep with your girlfriend for a week,” he said.

  “Deal.” I bent my knees, pulled the ball up like I was going to shoot, and then shot up onto my tippy toes making sure not to leave the ground. Travis bit the bait. I He jumped up to try to block my shot. I pulled the ball down, dribbled it around him and forwards to the basket. The douchebag fraternity guy guarding Patrick stepped up to block me. Instead of shooting, I passed the ball to Patrick who was wide open and he sunk the layup.

  My teammates and the potential pledges on the sidelines shouted in joy. My teammates shouted to me that I made a nice pass. I raised my fist and pumped it in exultation. I turned around to see if Travis was pissed off at me.

  He walked towards me with a smile on his face. “Fuck you Travis. Why’d you have to jump? You’re an idiot,” the douchebag fraternity said. I’d later learn that his name was Alex.

  “Relax. It’s a game,” Travis said.

  “You’re a pussy,” Alex said before walking away. Everyone else started leaving to go back to the fraternity house and hang out.

  Travis walked over to me and stuck out his hand. “Goodjob. You guys won.”

  I grabbed his large hand and felt his hand squeeze mine tightly. I squeezed tightly back since it isn’t “manly” to give a weak handshake. “Thanks,” I said smiling.

  He released my hand. “Nice handshake. Large hands too. Means you got a big dick,” he said laughing.

  “I don’t know if that is true,” I said awkwardly.

  “So you don’t have a big dick?”

  “No. I mean. Uh,” I said fumbling for words.

  “I’m fucking with you man,” he said flashing his grin.

  Damn his teeth are perfect. “Oh okay.”

  “Some of the other guys will say shit like that and not be joking about it though. They will try to make you feel less and say you have a small one and make fun of you for it. Yet if you say you have a big one, they will say show me and most guys won’t because they don’t have a big one they just say it then they’ll defend themselves for not showing it. They try to beef up their egos by breaking other guys down. I hope I explained that well enough for you,” he said.

  “Yeah,” I said frowning. “Doesn’t sound like my type of environment.”

  “All fraternities are like that in some way or another. It is just a negative of the frat. There are many positives. When a guy does that to you, just keep repeating to them ‘Fuck you.’ Don’t defend yourself. Don’t say yours is bigger. Just say ‘Fuck you’ and they’ll stop after a while. The guys who get upset about it are the ones who they continually go after.”

  “Thanks for the advice,” I said smiling.

  “Seriously though. Don’t get discouraged. You’ll be a great fit for the frat. I’m Travis by the way. I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself,” he said reaching out his hand. I reached out my hand and we gave each other another firm handshake.

  “I’m Bradley,” I said.

  “Let’s go catch up with everyone else Bradley,” he said.

  “Okay,” I said. He swung his large ripped arm around my shoulder. I felt his sweaty bicep rest on my neck and his forearm dangled over my shoulder. He doesn’t smell bad. I hope I don’t smell bad. I don’t want him to think I’m a foul smelling dude. We were just playing basketball though, so I’m sure he’d be cool if I did. He seems like a good guy.

  As we walked I felt his fingertips bounce against my biceps. He turned his square jaw towards me and said, “By the way, you lost the bet since you didn’t make the game winning shot, so you can’t sleep with your girlfriend.”

  I looked up at him since he was slightly taller than him. I looked deep into his blue eyes and chuckled, “I know. It’s okay. She doesn’t go to school here anyways, so not like it matters.”

  Chapter 2

  I was offered a bid by Phi Kappa Psi and accepted after some hesitation. I didn’t know many of the guys or my pledge bros really, but I liked Travis and I figured if he thought the fraternity was fun then it must be.

  He missed the new pledge dinner that the bros had thrown so he invited me out for pizza so we could get to know each other better. I sat waiting for him as the various smells of cheese floated through my nostrils.

  I looked out at the parking lot waiting for him to show up. A black Aston Martin with tinted windows pulled up and parked in front of the pizza place. Fuck that is a nice car.

  Travis got out wearing a styled all grey suit, white shirt, thin blue tie, and brown dress shoes. Wow. I wish I could dress like that. I looked down at my t-shirt and jeans. Ugh.

  Travis ran over to the pizza place door and opened the door and held it open for an old couple. He saw me and smiled and walked over after the couple had exited.

  I stood up and reached my hand out to give him a handshake.

  “Screw that man. You’re a potential bro now,” he said. He reached acros
s the table and grabbed me with his muscular arms and pulled me close. The hardness of his chest rubbed against mine.

  “Oh okay,” I said laughing. He released me. “I’m not trying to come off as gay or anything, like really I’m not, but you have an amazingly hard chest. Can you show me your workout routine sometime?”

  “Of course man and you’re not gay for asking that. Lots of people do.,” he said as we sat down. “It feels like forever since I’ve seen you man. I’m really happy you decided to accept the bid.”

  “Yeah, it’s been since the basketball game. Kind of a bummer since you’re my favorite brother.”

  “Aww. Thanks. Sorry I haven’t been around. Been busy with a few things. You will get to know more bros and you will become close with your pledge bros though. So how is school?”

  “It’s good. Two of my engineering classes are already getting difficult but I’m getting through.”

  “If you ever need help let me know. I’m a double major in electrical engineering and computer science.”

  “Wow. That sounds rough.”

  “It’s okay. I understand it easily and it runs in the family. Plus, if I didn’t major in something engineering then my dad would disown me.”

  “That sucks.”

  “It has its ups and downs, but hey, can’t complain when I get to ride around in that,” he said pointing at his car.

  “I wanted to ask you about that, but didn’t want to be rude.”

  “It’s okay. The guys make fun of me for being a rich kid and being the son of Hunter Jacobs.”

  “Hunter Jacobs.” My jaw dropped. Hunter Jacobs was the co-founder of Tentacle, a Fortune 100 company. A multi-billionaire.

  “Yeah. Your reaction is how most people react,” he said laughing. “Girls freak out when they find out. They have some fantasy of me being Christian Grey and becoming their dominator. Fucking Fifty Shades of Grey.”

  “It’s got to be nice to have girls fighting over you.”

  “It’s okay. You probably have a bunch clawing for you. Your girlfriend is lucky. She’s got a handsome guy,” he said. “And a guy with a big dick,” he said winking.

  I laughed. “I have a fair share of girls who have been interested, but I’ve been with my girlfriend for four years.”

  “Damn. How’s the sex life?” I hesitated and didn’t respond right away. “You haven’t had sex? Four years and no sex?”

  “I know. Don’t tell any of the bros or my pledge bros. They will give me so much shit,” I said.

  “I won’t. I want to hear more about this girlfriend situation, but let’s order something first. What do you want?”

  “I’ll go up with you and order myself.”

  “Nah man. I got you. You’re a poor college student now. I’m the spoiled son of a billionaire. I think I can afford it.”

  “Fine. Just get me a chicken Caesar salad.”

  “Watching your weight?” he asked smirking.

  “Um. No, it’s just.”

  “I’m fucking with you again man. That’s what I’m getting too. Another word of advice, if you order that with other frat guys and they say a comment like I did, just own it. Just own it no matter what they say and eventually they will stop making comments. Don’t let yourself become an insecure frat guy with the belief that you always have to have a tough guy image. It’s bullshit,” he said.

  “Thanks,” I said smiling. “Thanks for the food.” My heart warmed as he left to go order the food at the counter. I felt a bond forming with him. I hope he ends up being my big brother.

  He stayed at the counter talking to the cute cashier girl while they made the salads. I sat looking at them. I bet you he gets laid so much. He probably could hook up with that girl right now. Just say quit, I’ll take care of you and we can bang all of the time. Lucky him.

  He carried the salads back and sat down. “Did you get her number?” I asked.

  He laughed. “No. She is just a friend. I have a girlfriend. She’s the president of Delta Gamma.”

  “How long have you been together?”

  “Two years. Let’s talk about you though. Four years and no sex. That’s tough. Is she really religious?”

  “Yeah she is,” I said taking a bite of my salad. I chewed the warm chicken lathered in Caesar sauce. A little of the Caesar sauce fell off the chicken and slid my chin. Before I could reach up and wipe it away with a napkin, Travis reached across the table with his hand. His index finger pressed against the bottom of my chin and moved upwards scooping the Caesar sauce onto it. He lightly grazed my bottom lip as he pulled his finger away. He drew his hand towards his face and sucked on his finger like he was sucking the blood from a small cut.

  “Sorry about that. I didn’t want it to get on your clothes,” he said.

  “Uh. Thanks.” That was kind of weird, but it was considerate so whatever.

  “What type of religion does she follow?”

  “She’s a Mormon.”

  “Ohh. How does she feel about you joining a fraternity?”

  “Hates it. Absolutely hates it. Thinks I’m going to cheat on her. We’ve been fighting a lot about it lately.”

  “ Are you?” he asked biting into a piece chicken.

  “No. It is just frustrating.”

  “Where’s she go to school?”

  “BYU.”

  “Oh fuck.” His smile widened and his cheeks lifted as he laughed heavily.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be laughing.”

  “No I know. Mormon girl at BYU. Guys are going to try to marry her left and right I get it. She’s tried to convert me, and I’ve thought about it, but not for me. She asked me to marry her before we left for college.”

  “Really?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

  “Yeah.”

  “What’d you say?”

  “I said I wasn’t ready for that.”

  “Didn’t react too kindly I suspect?”

  “No. She was pissed. She tried to convince me by saying how much she wants to have sex but can’t until she was married. Then I got pissed because she is holding sex over my head as a tool to marry her. It’s bullshit.”

  “That sucks man. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s fine.”

  “This is kind of random, but what are you doing tonight?” he asked.

  “I don’t know yet. Study?”

  “Want to watch a movie at my place?”

  “Sure. At the frat house?

  “Nah. I don’t live there. I have a beach house,” he said smiling.

  “Yeah I’m in.”

  “What movie?”

  “I’ve been meaning to watch Capote. Is that okay with you?”

  “Sounds great.”

  Chapter 3

  “Take a seat on my bed. Sorry I don’t have a couch or anything. Just moved in here so it hasn’t come yet,” he said walking into the bathroom, which was also part walk in closet.

  I sat on his white bed. Fuck this is comfortable. I let myself fall backwards on his bed and spread my arms out and moved them up and down like I was making a snow angel. He probably has so much sex on this bed. Lucky guy. My chest tightened as I felt a tiny bit of anger creep into me. Why am I even still with Elizabeth? I could be getting laid. I love her. At the same time she is getting more annoying by constantly asking me to convert and if I’ll change my mind. Maybe Travis has some advice.

  I turned my head to the right on the bed and was greeted with the side of Travis’s body. He stood at his closet. He hung up his shirt. I couldn’t take my eyes away from watching him. His muscles bulged out of him. He wasn’t a freak of nature body builder. He was just pure lean muscle. His triceps were huge. He bent over and took off his shoes. I wonder what his body feels like. They have to be so hard. I need him to show me what he does for working out. God. I mean those triceps and I can see the definition in his abs from here.

  Blood rushed through my body and down to my groin as I watched him. I reached down and felt my half-erect cock. I slightly jumped. What the fu
ck. Why am I hard? I bolt right up into a sitting position and stared at his 70 inch tv that was mounted on the wall. Why do I have a half erection? Why did I just watch him undress himself? I wonder how big his cock is? Why the fuck did I think that? I bet it is huge. What the fuck? Stop mind. Please.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked from the bathroom.

  “Yeah,” I said. My tongue shot out and licked my lips as my mind flashed an image of me sucking his cock. I shot down immediately with my anti-gay thoughts gun. What the fuck was that? Did you enjoy that? I think I did. No you didn’t. Whatever it is just a thought.

  “Ready to watch the movie?” he asked.

  I turned my head to look at him. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom smiling wearing only sweats. I looked at his well-defined V cut that pointed to the bulge in his pants that could be slightly seen through his sweats. My eyes darted up to his. “Can we talk first?” I asked.

  “Sure,” he said walking over. He jumped on the bed and reclined against one of the big pillows that lay against his headboard. “Come lay on one of these. They are amazing.”

  I crawled on the bed over to him and lay on the pillow next to him. “These are nice.”

  “So what do you want talk about?”

  “I don’t know what to do with Elizabeth?”

  “You’re girlfriend right? I can’t believe I never asked you her name. How rude of me. I apologize for that.”

  “Yeah my girlfriend. No worries.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Well I’ve told you that we have been together for four years. The past few months have been brutal though. I really want to have sex and it sucks and then she guilts me for not being a better person since I’m not religious. I think about breaking up with her all the time and then I feel guilty and I don’t know what to do and then I miss her and then I get angry with her and then sad because we have so much history together and I don’t want to throw that away just because I want to have sex. It’s frustrating. It’s really frustrating.”

  An urge to hug him almost overwhelmed me because the kindness and care in his eyes was so powerful. He listened to me. He actually listened to me. He wasn’t waiting for his turn to speak. He just listened and let me be me. It meant a lot to me.