Tim J. Brandon Level: Freshman Major: BS Busn Admin Course Crd *------------------Class times------------------* Name hrs Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday -------- --- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- Eng 101 3 0800-0920 0800-0920 Econ 101 3 0930-1050 0930-1050 Hist 101 3 1000-1050 1000-1050 1000-1050 Chem 101 5 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 X " LAB 1400-1650 Col Alg 3 1400-1450 1400-1450 1400-1450 1400-1450
Joe E. Thomas Level: Freshman Major: BS Biol Course Crd *------------------Class times------------------* Name hrs Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday -------- --- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- Eng 101 3 0800-0850 0800-0850 0800-0850 Col Alg 3 0900-0950 0900-0950 0900-0950 0900-0950 Chem 101 5 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 X " LAB 1400-1650 Biol 101 5 1200-1250 1200-1250 1200-1250 1200-1250 " LAB 1300-1630
"Shit," Joey said as we compared schedules the next morning while walking to his first class.
"Well, at least we have chemistry together," I sighed, marking an X next to it on both our schedules. "I told you we should have declared the same major," I teased.
"Well at least my major has something to do with what we're here for," Joey countered.
"True, but when you shot down my idea of going for a general degree so we wouldn't have to take any of the harder classes, I figured I better go for something I'm interested in. Both my mom and my dad have a BS in business administration, and even if they didn't really earn them, I figured it should come easier to me since they seem to like it."
"Heh. In their case BS means a Bull Shit degree. Shit, Tim. I wonder if we'll really get a degree when we get that far, or do what they did and just.. You know.. Take the easy way."
"I don't know.. I mean, I want to say we'll do it the right way, but from the way our high school days were going.."
"Yeah... I know what you mean," Joey said as he opened the door for us to the building with his first class.
Since we were now officially in the second week of classes, both Joey and I took a moment before he went into the classroom to activate his cloaking personality.
The class had already been in session for a good twenty minutes, so we didn't give the cloak a quick test like we had originally planned. I sat outside the classroom in case something went wrong, feeling Joey's nervousness concerning both entering the class a week late and using his cloak in front of all those people for the first time.
Things went as well as could be expected, although Joey had to do a few last minute tweaking of his cloak personality when it kept smiling his "Hey, beautiful" smile at the teacher whenever she looked his way.
When the class ended, Joey and I followed the instructor to her office to get Joey copies of the previous week's handouts. She was the same instructor I had for my English Composition class, and she was telling Joey about how I had nearly jumped out of my seat when she had asked me my name last Tuesday.
Joey dropped his cloak as we were walking to the next class, and I noted he seemed more at ease than before meeting Mrs. Rickman. He made the comment that at least we could still study together for her class, but then realized since it was a composition class, there wouldn't really be any tests to study for, just papers to write.
We lucked out again when his College Algebra teacher was also the same as mine, and we gave each other five realizing we would at least be sharing the math work load. After I sensed him relaxing in his seat, I left to try out my own cloaking personality in the cafeteria, then almost missed him leaving with the teacher to get the stuff he had missed in that class.
Once we were on my way to my history class, I kept waiting for Joey to lower his cloak, but he never did. When we arrived at my class, he gave me a friendly pat on the back and said, "Later, dude," then left to go explore on his own for a while.
I nearly forgot to activate my cloaking personality, then more or less sat back in my own mind to watch everything that went on, ready to grab control back in case I had to correct something.
After only a few very minor changes, I found my cloaked personality was handling everything perfectly, and started to pay less attention to what it was doing. I hadn't actually used my cloaking personality in class before, and I realized that I had been stupid for not doing so. It actually was kind of cool letting it do all the work, but by the time the class was over, I was getting pretty tired of not having anything to do myself.
Joey wasn't outside the class when it ended, but he showed up almost right afterwards sweating like a nun in labor. (If you were a nun, and you were labor.. Well, I'd be sweatin' it pretty gosh darn hard. Wouldn't you?)
"What happened?" my cover self said for me.
"Nothin'," he said grinning wildly. "Just lost track of time talking to this chick. Ready to go to chemistry?"
After already having endured four classes in that packed room, I didn't really think about the emotional turmoil pressing in on me as the room filled up around us. But it was still a comfort feeling Joey's presence beside me, especially while I didn't have the usual distraction of having to pay attention in class.
I ended up thinking about how well Joey was handling everything his first day.
I had been a wreck by this point, but Joey had even talked to a girl, apparently even he having been the one to initiate the conversation.
We reluctantly parted company again after class since I usually ate lunch with Nick, and Joey had another class to go to.
Nick and I weren't even looking for Alicia or the Asian guy who we had seen her with, but sure enough, we noticed him looking around the room with his tray in his hands, his neck showing the marks of Alicia's sucking mouth in four different places.
When he gave up looking for her, he joined a group of friends, joining in the conversation while keeping an eye out for you know who.
Nick and I decided not to bother him with our tales, and after joking about what kind of underwear he probably had lost to Alicia, we left to go watch one of the pornos Joey had brought.
"Shit," Nick said as the two woman started going at it. "This is good stuff."
"Haven't you ever seen a porno before?" I asked.
"Sorta," he said, his attention fixed on the two women working each other over.
"Sorta?"
"Uhm, well, I haven't actually seen a X rated movie like this before, but there was this one R rated move where you see a guy and a girl fucking. Shit. I wish I was the one sucking that breast.." "Yeah, her tits are good sucking tits. See how Lisa can get part of the areola to bulge into her mouth while she sucks? I love those kind."
"You sound like you've tried them," he said matter of fact like.
I was tempted to tell him I had, but didn't since it wasn't part of my cover personality's story. I had already bragged about too many things that my cover personality didn't include in its memories. I hadn't lied about any of it, just didn't want to make myself look like a bull shitter, especially if someone scanned my cover-self's thoughts.
"I have.. in my dreams, you know?" I said, nudging him with my elbow.
"Hell yeah. I'll probably have a great big wet one tonight," he joked.
"Hey Nick. Can I ask you a really personal question?" I asked.
"How personal?" he said looking up and losing the grin on his face from my serious look.
"Personal. As personal as you probably can get," I said in a hushed voice.
He glanced at the screen, then back at me for a moment, then frowned and said, "I don't know.. Tell me your question, then maybe I'll answer it and maybe I won't."
"All right," I said, seeing his uneasiness peeking through the forced look of confidence on his face. "Ever since I came here and Alicia gave me that blowjob, I've been fighting the urge to jerk off at night. I know Greg and several of the other guys do it when they get the chance alone, but I don't feel it's right to do it alone. I'm not asking you to do it with me or anything, just.. Well, do you do it? If you don't... How do you resist? Especially after Alicia.."
"Shit," he said, his eyes back on the screen yet not watching it. He was struggling on whether to answer my question truthfully or not, finding it hard to admit to the truth even when he felt he could trust me with it.
When he reached a decision, he took the remote and paused the tape before looking at me with a serious look.
"If you ever tell anyone.."
"The only person I'd ever tell is Joe. We don't keep secrets, you know?"
"All right. If you trust him that well, I guess it's.. okay. One of the first things Lenny told me when we first started being room mates was that he jerked off every night, and if I wanted to, it would be just between him, me and my hand. So, to answer your question, I don't resist. Lenny usually starts jerking himself off, then I guess I do it to because he's doing it. I'm not gay though."
"I didn't think you were," I said surprised at his mentioning it. "Thanks Nick. Wasn't exactly what I was hoping you'd say, but its cool with me. Maybe if Joe feels like it, we'll start jerking of again. I don't know.."
"Do you talk about stuff like that with him a lot?" Nick asked.
"Sometimes. I mean, we've done practically everything together. He's like my brother, you know?"
"But you don't... Jerk each other off, do you?" he asked cautiously.
"Look, are you going to watch the flick? Or ask me about what I tell and do with my best friend?"
"Well, since you mentioned it," he said after a moment's hesitation. "There is just one other thing, then we can go back to the movie. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to..."
I sighed, then said "I guess I started this. Go ahead and ask it."
He opened his mouth, then shut it, unsure if he should ask something so personal or not. He straighten his posture, then tried looking me in the eye, but then lost his nerve again.
"Stop stalling and ask, you wimp!" I said giving him a friendly shove.
"All right! Do you two talk about sex at night?"
"Huh?" I asked, having prepared to answer a much more revealing question. "Uhm, sometimes. Well, not really. Why? Do you?"
"A friend and I used to on the phone, but we got burnt out of it and stopped. I just wondered, that's all," he said before turning back and starting the movie up again.
I sat there, realizing how innocent Nick was to the ways of the world. Even though he was two years older than I was, I felt that I was more mature in many ways. Nick probably still got hard just looking at a playboy's cover, let alone a centerfold.
I left Nick alone after it became clear he was dying to shoot off, but he wasn't about to do it around me. So I spent the remaining time I had looking for Alicia without having any success.
When I got to my 2:00 algebra class, Blake was already there talking to his pal and a couple of others.
".. and I still haven't gotten used to the chicks throwing themselves at me. Its worth every bit of it, trust me."
"What's worth it?" I asked, pretty sure I knew.
"Hey.. er... Tim, right? Yeah.. You probably could use it more than these guys do."
"What?" I repeated.
"The Eta's special workout, that's what. Starting next week, yours truly and a bunch of my frat brothers are starting the annual Gamma Alpha Eta muscle building program in our weight room."
"You guys have a weight room?" my cover-self asked with enthusiasm. "Shit, I looked all over campus the day I got here for one. Does it cost anything to use it?"
"Sorry, bud. We're not a fitness club that you can just pay a membership fee to use our equipment. The only way you could get to use our stuff is by asking a Eta member, such as myself, to coach you in our initiate program."
"Yeah?" my cover-self said with an expression of hopeful excitement. "Do you think you could coach me? I'd do anything to get in the Etas. You guys have everything."
"I'm not sure you'll qualify the first time since, no offense bud, but you're kind of small. But even if you don't get in at mid semester this time, you could always try again at the end of the semester, and you'll be ahead of the game then."
"So you'll coach me?" I said, giving him the younger-brother-wants-to-idolize- his-older-brother look that I had copied from Jason and a few others.
"Here," he said, handing me a ten page packet with the Gamma Alpha Eta logo on the coversheet. "Look this over and fill out the forms if you're really interested, then come to one of the information sessions listed on the first page. You'll have to take a physical right after the session if you're still wanting to get in, and they'll want a urine sample so don't go before the session. They just want to make sure you're not on drugs or some shit like that. Here, you guys want one too, I know you do.." he said, passing some more packets out to the four or five guys actively listening to what he was saying.
My cover-self quickly scanned through the packet while the teacher was getting ready to start class, then reluctantly put it away to take notes. I was strongly tempted to override and take another look at the packet, but I knew from that moment on, any such interruption or alteration of my cover personality would be at the risk of someone detecting my extremely low telepathic activity while I did so. The fun was over. Now all there was left was a lot of work, and lot more waiting.
Joey, Nick, and I sat in the front row with our filled out forms in hand that Thursday evening. Joey had approached one of the two Eta's in his Biology class after I used the share link to tell him about my conversation with Blake. After Joey's biology lab got out, we went to the cafeteria to meet Nick, only to find that not only had he already got his own packet, he had two extra sets for us.
The turn out at the information session was huge, but since we had gotten there three hours early, a large number of the Eta's had talked to us, eager to keep us enthusiastic about trying to get in. Everyone one of them told us if we did everything we were supposed to in our workouts without slacking off, we would get in even if we didn't pass what they called the muscle requirement.
The information session was very direct and open. Mike, the fraternity's leader, explained that the main reason the Eta members always had better grades after joining was from the physical exercise they required all members to perform. Their concept was based on the belief that the mind performed better if the body is driven to the point of exhaustion several times a week. He kept repeating their motto, "A healthy and fit body produces a healthy and fit mind."
Mike denied any sort cheating or even tutoring to improve the grades of their frat brothers. And after that topic had been exhausted, he landed a bombshell that caused quite a stir.
"No member of the Gamma Alpha Eta is allowed to have sex without the permission of its leaders and the testing of the intended partners."
Once the crowd had stopped laughing and saw he was serious, a lot of shouting went on about rights and such. But Mike didn't back down, and after seven or eight guys got up and left, he continued answering questions until they had been exhausted too.
The next topic he launched concerned the topics of drugs, smoking, and other no- nos, ending up on the subject of no unauthorized drinking, and the amounts would always be limited by the leaders.
After a few other people left, and the rest of the crowd had swallowed that bitter pill, he went on to give the official benefits. Every member graduated on time with grades exceeding their original expectations. The cooking was good and while it was also healthy, he noted that he never heard anyone complain they didn't like the grub.
All the fraternity beds were full size, explaining that with the increase in body size, twin beds or laughably even the bunks in the dorms were simply were not acceptable. The workouts were scheduled as to not conflict with they school work, and since there wasn't much time for entertainment with all the workout periods, their weight rooms were each equipped with large TVs with over a hundred cable channels, and kick ass sound systems that out performs anything else on campus.
And while no one was permitted to get drunk off their ass, the alcohol was free at the parties. Mike naturally added that you had to be of age to drink, but everyone there knew that once you were a Eta they didn't really enforce that rule.
Mike also stated that any approved sexual activity was completely kept confidential, and that if requested, they may use the frat's "romance room" which contained a waterbed, a full sized mirror on the ceiling, and a supply of condoms which were required in intercourse with a woman.
Someone in the crowd pondered whether the gays would have to use condoms too, causing a large outbreak of laughter which was killed when Mike responded by saying, "If they both tested to be free from any possible infection, then no, they wouldn't have to use the condom, but we generally stress you still should. We don't have many homosexuals in our fraternity, but we don't penalize them. If you have a problem coexisting with someone who is bi or gay, you won't fit in here. No one has ever been forced into a sexual encounter of any kind. If you're not gay, you don't have to worry about someone dropping the soap and asking you to pick it up. That simply doesn't happen here. Any questions?"
Surprisingly there wasn't, so then Mike turned it over to another member to instruct us how to turn in our forms and take our physicals.
That was probably the most difficult part. There really wasn't a mad rush to the next room, but there were enough people ahead of us that it took a good twenty minutes before I could hand someone my form and watch them process it. Once they had confirmed my identity by examining my drivers license and student ID, I was given a little plastic cup with a number on it, and told to fill it before going to an examination room.
Actually, the examination rooms were just those office cubicles, and since you could see that they were stripped naked inside them, I knew that my cover personality was going to have a blush fit any moment.
My cheeks were already red by the time I stepped in the bathroom to fill my cup, then after I finished emptying myself into the urinal, I passed Joey on the way out.
He messaged me through the link that it wasn't funny, and I was about to message back to ask what he was talking about when he came back out and I noticed his body flush.
Both I and my cover personality had a good chuckle about that, but we cooled our humor when they called next, escaping Joey's murderous looks by stepping into the open cubical.
It was strange for me to feel my cover personality having timid feelings about being nude as I stripped under the close eye of the medical student. He obviously was not a member of the fraternity, having less muscle than I had. But he knew what he was looking for, and after a few grunts and huhs, I started to feel concerned that he wouldn't pass me.
After the run of the mill physical, he said to fully qualify I would need to have a blood sample taken and he could do it then, but I could wait until I was sure I was going to go through with it.
From the way he said it, I knew he didn't think I had a chance in hell of getting in that mid-semester. But my cover personality was committed to getting in as was I, so I heard myself tell him to take it now since there wasn't any point of delaying.
If I had known he was going to take as much as he did, I would have asked to do it in two goes. But after he filled the dozen or so vials, he slapped a Band- Aid on my drained vain and told me to get dressed, adding that I should be careful if I got dizzy.
If I got dizzy? Shit. If Nick hadn't chickened out when they asked him for blood, I don't know how the hell we would have gotten back to the dorms that night. We weren't the only ones with that problem, but as we sat there drinking the orange juice Nick had retrieved for us, I noticed nobody else seemed to be as bad as us.
We crashed that night after we somehow made the journey back to the dorms on foot. Joey even skipped English Comp Friday morning, complaining he was too weak to get up, but managed to get up in time for his algebra class, saying he didn't want to have to go to my 2:00 session because he'd miss his date with that chick he had met on Monday.
Why that didn't set any alarms off in my head, I don't know. But the moment I felt Joey's share link go nuts and then break, every alarm in my head was ringing with a panic then.
I was absolutely overwrought with worry while my cover personality went on taking notes as if nothing was wrong. The class was almost over at the time, so I just waited until I was out in the hall before grabbing control and rushing outside.
As I reached an intersection in the walkways, I realized I didn't have any idea where he had been or what he had been doing. I kept feeling around for him using my empathic senses, but they weren't very good for this sort of thing. As my desperation continued to build, I chose a direction and started doing a quick jog to cover as much area as I could without drawing too much attention to myself.
Erin, one of the Eta's who had talked to us the night before, recognized me while I was rounding a curve near the library and said, "All ready in training, eh? You'll get in for sure with that kind of attitude."
I tried to act as if I cared, but then I caught sight of Joey standing by himself near the side of the library, and took off at full speed without saying goodbye.
I nearly jerked to a stop when I saw the haggard state of his clothes and the six tell tale hickeys on his neck. His expression was that of someone lost in his own world, and he didn't respond to me until I said his name a third time.
"Oh.. Hi.." Joey said, scratching his neck, then pulling a long piece of dead grass out of his collar. "What's up?"
"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously, feeling his instability stronger than ever.
"No.. No, I'm not okay. I think we better get back to the room before..."
Joey shuddered, then jerked away when I tried to take his hand. I looked him in the eye, then offered him my hand which he eventually grabbed with an iron grip.
I ignored the curious glances people gave us as I guided him by the hand to the dorms. Joey's expression kept getting more horrific as we went, and by the time we reached Shaffer's lobby, peoples glances had turned from ones of curiosity to that of shock.
As we approached the elevator, people seemed to scatter out of our way, and no one bothered to get in with us after the elevator let its passengers out. Once the doors had closed, Joey moved towards me with a look of a frightened little child.
I held him against me as he closed his eyes and shivered, wrapping his arms around me and clinging on to me, even while we walked off the elevator at our floor.
He let go and made it to our door without much problem, but before the door was even halfway shut, Joey crawled into my bunk and curled his legs up against his chest protectively.
I waited to see what he wanted me to do, then when he didn't move for a minute or two, I locked the deadbolt, threw my keys on the table, then sat down at the edge of my bunk.
"Do you think I'm capable of raping someone?" he asked suddenly.
"No, of course not. You'd never rape anyone," I said truthfully.
"I wish I could believe you," he said finally looking at me with pain in his eyes. "I'm losing control of it Tim. That girl who I met? She.."
"I know all about her, and so does Nick. We've both been suckered by her, and we both lost our underpants."
"She didn't let you do anything, right?"
"Right."
"I swear, if I hadn't had lost the link with you, she would have ended up.." he stopped and shuttered. "I still have the image of her mouth sucking the cum out of my dick. All I feel right now is the need to.. to..."
Joey raised his voice to scream as he cried, "Rip her clothes off, fuck her fat cunt as I bite off her nipples, then make her suck the shit out of my ass!"
We both were too shocked to say anything as he closed his eyes and laid his head back against the wall and covered his face with his hands. I cleared my throat to say something, but couldn't find any words worth saying.
Finally he pulled his hands down to look at me with swollen red eyes and said, "Will you hold me?"
I nodded, and started to lay down, only to find him shaking his head.
"What?" I asked.
"Not like that. Like the way you did that first night after you woke me up."
"You mean.."
"Yeah. I never felt more.. at peace with myself. Please?"
"Joey, you know I'd do anything for you," I said, pulling my shoes and socks off.
"I know."
I pulled my shirt off, then was pulling down my pants when I noticed Joey wasn't moving to get undressed himself. Once I took off my watch, I announced it was his turn, which he didn't respond to in the least.
"What's the matter?" I asked sitting down on the edge again.
"I.. I have a hard on, and I don't know if I could stop from doing something if I got naked too."
"Should I get dressed again?" I asked.
"No. Don't do that. Or maybe.. I don't know."
I sat there watching him every once in a while shiver or shudder, feeling his emotions surge with lust, fear, love, and horror. Then with his gaze fixed at some distant space, he suddenly jerked and started to remove his shirt. He moved in short jerky motions, stopping to think then hastily moving his arms and hands. After his shirt came off, he made more fluid motions, and in seconds his shorts were off along with his shoes and socks.
We laid there for hours in complete silence, ignoring the numerous times Nick or someone else knocked on our door. Joey didn't shift, he didn't yawn, he didn't even try to wipe the tears his eyes would randomly produce. I, on the other hand did all those things, and after feeling his and my stomachs rumble and then realizing that the room was getting dark, I finally said, "Do you think you could eat something? Or are you too upset?"
"I think I could stand something to eat," he said, rolling over to face me. "But.."
"But what?" I asked as soft as I could manage.
"Would you hate me if I said.."
"I could never hate you Joey."
"But what if.. What if I wanted..."
"What, Joey. Spit it out!"
"I want you," he said. "I want to fuck you, suck you, all those things Steven made me want to do with you and him. I can't fight it any more. Shit Tim. I'm afraid I'll hurt you or worse. I don't want to lose you, but I don't know how to fight this anymore."
"Joey," I started, then left it hanging since I didn't know what to say to him.
But when he started to turn away from me with the pain of being rejected on his face, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, carefully avoiding overdoing it.
With a look of understanding and happiness, he said "I'll try and keep myself under control. I had to warn you, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Let's go grab something to eat and play a pinball game or something."
After getting dressed and washing up, I was just about to open the door when Joey said, "Hey. Don't you think we're forgetting something?"
"What?" I replied just before I felt him form a share link. "Oh. I guess that means.."
"Yep," he said before doing his favorite Captain Kirk impression: "Activate the cloaking device, Mister Chekov,"
"Aye, Keptian. Cloaking dewice ektiweted," I replied doing a horrible Chekov, then doing exactly that.
His cloak personality didn't show the misery Joey was in as we ate and afterwards as we played some pinball. I could tell he was trying his best to focus on what his cover-self was doing, but the whole time we were down there, I never felt a break in his grief.
I was surprised when he climbed up in his top bunk like he was going to sleep up there, but after listening to him toss and turn for two hours, I finally told him to come down so we both could get some sleep.
He didn't argue, and he didn't try to hide his hard on as he climbed in next to me. The bunk wasn't big enough for two people to lay on their backs, but neither of us wanted to anyway. I knew I might stretch him beyond his ability to restrain himself, but I gambled he was stronger than that, so as he laid down with his back towards me, I stopped him and took his hand, pulling it until his chest was against my back, and his hardon nestled between the upper part of my covered butt crack.
"Uhgn.." he gasped as he instinctively pressed his lump against me. "Oh shit Tim."
"Go to sleep, Joey." I said, kissing the back of his hand. "You're not fucking my ass tonight."
"Oh God Tim.. Shit.." he breathed against my neck.
I waited as he fought for self control, feeling his dick push against my lower back every once in a while, causing my own dick start to rising, enjoying his hand stroking my chest, his lips kissing my neck, my asshole tingling with arousal..
And then he stopped. Just like that, he stopped his movements and sighed. I almost took his relaxing hand to place around my own pulsing member, but as I felt his emotions settle down once more, I got a grip on myself and worked towards falling asleep.
I thought the worst was over at that point, but oh, I was so wrong. It couldn't have been any later than two in the morning before Joey had another nightmare, waking me and almost the entire floor up with his long wail followed by three short ones.
I was busy calming him down when Nick, Lenny and a few of the others on the floor started banging on the door wanting to know what was going on. I kept yelling at them to go back to bed, that he was all right, it had just been a nightmare. Finally they stopped, and just as I started to feel Joey relax, I heard a key in the lock and the door was opened by the floor monitor.
"What the hell is going on?" the mid twenty year old said.
"Will you PLEASE go away!" I hissed feeling Joey tense up from the stranger's voice. "He's been through a traumatic experience, and he just had a nightmare, that's all. I know what I doing, so please LEAVE quietly..."
I was using every bit of my empathic ability to impress the truth of my words, and after he closed the door behind him, he softly told everyone to go back to bed and to ignore it if it happened again.
Joey was shivering from the sweat drying on his body, yet he wouldn't let my arms loose in order to help him get warm again. After I sensed everyone but us had gone back to sleep, I asked him if I could roll over to face him.
He released his grip around me, and I carefully turned around, finding there wasn't much room to maneuver. I caught a glance of his sad face as he buried it in my shoulder, so I held it against me and told him it was all right to cry.
The next morning, Joey was in better spirits, knowing we would begin our workout sessions that day. But before we got out of bed, he told me he had remembered some more of that blank period, and then gave me a kiss that felt more like his old self.
We met the other initiates at the Gamma Alpha Eta house, and were told to form groups of four to five each. To my surprise, Greg joined our group, and after a brief lecture on the rules of the weight room, each group was led by their trainer into one of the twelve identical weight rooms.
Wayne, our trainer, was just getting started when Blake popped his head in and asked him to step out a minute. After a couple of minutes had passed, Blake stepped in and said with and open mouth grin, "Well, its official. I'm your trainer."
"Cool," I said, giving him five. "This will be great. Especially since Wayne kinda looked like a stiff."
"Yeah, well... Wayne is a STIFF!" Blake bellowed."
Joey, Blake and I broke out laughing which Nick joined in, but Greg did just the opposite.
"Shhh. Don't you think he'll here you?" Greg warned.
"Nah, man," Blake responded. "These things are totally sound proof. Notice you can't hear anything from the other rooms? Man, you could set off firecrackers in here and no one would know the difference. So, you guys ready for some heavy punishment?"
"Punishment?" Joey echoed. "Shit, you sure know how to keep a guy motivated."
"Hey, I'm just telling it as it is. There's a lot of stuff you're going to find out as you go along that we haven't told you about, but I'm here to say that its all worth it. This first week is going to feel like hell. Especially in the mornings when your muscles don't want to work."
"Anything else you want to tell us to look forward to?" Nick moaned.
"Yeah. How about fucking a different girl three times a month. Or never having to worry about your grades because... and I'm not making this up. It comes to you so much easier. You really can think faster and clearer after working your body to its limit the day before. I feel great, I look great, and everything that used to be hard is easy to me now. It's all because every evening I work out until I drop, then sleep until dawn."
"Okay, I'm sold," I said, taking off my shirt, the others following my lead.
That evening, the four of us were showering, talking about the surprisingly light if long workout.
"Tim, you remember in high school? The first time we worked out? Remember how tired we were afterwards?" Joey mused.
"Yeah. But I don't feel all that tired, do you guys?"
The others said no, then Greg noticed Nick's expression of concern.
"What's eating you?" Greg asked him.
"I was just thinking and... Well, maybe Blake took it easy on us. Maybe he feels there's no way we can get in this semester and is just babying us."
"Shit, I knew I should have joined Dave's group," Greg moaned. "I mean, no offense, but if Blake is doing that because of you three... I really can't afford sleeping with Mr. I'm So Perfect another semester. He's driving me nuts."
"Then why don't you just switch roommates?" Nick asked.
"Because Austin is my cousin, and I'd have to explain to my mom why I split on family. She just doesn't understand what it's like."
"I get it. Like how do you explain to your mom you don't like your cousin because he doesn't like the idea of jerking off?" I said.
"HEY! That's not it at all!"
"It isn't? Then why are you always working your baloney whenever Austin goes to take a shit?" Joey teased.
"You're fucking making things up," Greg said angrily.
"Yeah, right. So what is that noise we hear every night while Austin is out showering?" I said to back Joey up.
"Come on, Greg. We're all guys here. We all do it," Nick added.
"Fuck," Greg said, shutting his water off. "You're all a bunch of perverts. Why did I ever join your group."
"I know why," I said shutting my water off also and grabbing my towel.
"Why?" Greg said with a dare to his voice.
"Because you're a pervert too," I said, swirling my right index finger around the skin just above my belly button, then making a scooping motion to my mouth. Because I had my back to the other two, only Greg saw it, and it made him turn white before flushing red.
"What did he do?" Nick said, noticing Greg's reaction. "Tim, what did you do?"
"Nothing I'll repeat or talk about, Nick," I said, looking Greg in the eye.
"Shit," Greg said before turning around and walking back to his room with his towel around his waist.
That night after Joey had brought his bed back down beside mine, we laid there in the dark for a few minutes before I felt Joey's hand reaching around my face.
I opened my eyes to find him about to kiss me, and so I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, embracing his kiss with my own.
Nothing else happened that night, nor the rest of the week. For the next morning we discovered that Blake hadn't been taking it easy on us. We were so sore and stiff we didn't want to move.
There didn't seem to be enough time in the day for both our schoolwork and our exhausting workouts. It was especially hard for Joey on Mondays. He had classes from eight till four thirty, then went straight to one of the weight rooms where we were already working out.
Because we were only initiates, we weren't allowed to stay after six. Apparently that was when the Eta's began the nightly workout, pushing themselves to the their physical limits, only saving enough energy to take a shower and crawl into bed afterwards.
It was very hard to work on homework after exhausting ourselves, and Greg quit by the end of the week, but was back Sunday, only missing one work out session which he made up.
Then Blake told us the so called secret to surviving the workouts. You go to bed afterwards, then got up at four and did your school work then. After failing to get up the first few times, both Joey and I actually switched over to that schedule, and surprisingly found it really did work out. Everything was working just like we had planned, but that wouldn't last for long.