By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I walked down Frat House Row after school, searching the myriad Greek letters on the houses to find the three magical letters for the house which would be my work location for the next week. I was searching for Kappa Gamma Eta, which to my non-Greek eyes was a capital "K", an upside-down capital "L" and a capital "H," respectively. You'd think Eta would be a capital "E," but that was reserved for Epsilon, I had learned.
I had been accepted by the frat for their finals week to be their "Go Fer," which meant that I would be working 24/7 for the next seven days, from Friday evening to Friday afternoon, doing whatever the hard-studying fraternity students asked of me, to "go for this and go for that," hence the job title. I would be armed with a credit card and a fraternity-owned vehicle, driving to pick up food, necessities, cleaning up after them, washing their clothes, carrying them to bed if need be, you-name-it, waking them up for their tests in time to make the classes, anything asked of me, any hour of any day, no complaints or arguments, their always-obedient servant. I was expected to keep receipts, star my own food purchases from what I picked up and provide those to the frathouse treasurer who would charge them off to the frat's overhead, sleep when and as I could, and stay cheerful and uncomplaining (that was essential, I was warned). These students were studying to become doctors and lawyers and chemists and such, this was not a luxury per se, by having me there to do the day-to-day things for them, they could engage in non-stop studying and thus maximize their chance of a good grade and making the dean's list or some sort of cum laude in the process. Being in a fraternity does have its advantages beyond fantastic beer parties, after all.
I found the house, a large mansion-sized building of course, all the frat houses were huge three-storied houses of unknown antiquity, this one was in brown shades, three stories tall with a two-story veranda and the roof of which was an open-air balcony with sunning chairs and umbrellas and such. I stared at it with awe, I was still in high school, but I dreamed of living in a fraternity like this and taking thus my first real step at independence. For the next week I would be doing just that, as a servant, but still, it was worth it. I would be graduating next spring and planned to attend this university next fall, and would fledge this very same fraternity when I did.
The front door was double, a front one of all glass that made a mirror of sorts and I used it to check myself out. I looked like what I was, a teenager who was already five foot ten inches tall, with muscles from my football team workouts and weightlifting, a trim waist, plain but clean face that some people liked and nobody flinched away from, and my pale brown hair short-cut on top of my head, making my blue eyes my most prominent feature on my pale skin. I had on a tee-shirt and blue-jeans and sneakers, plus clean clothes in a backpack. I rang the doorbell.
It took a while but the inner door opened and a rather cute black-haired hunk stood there blinking at me for the sun was shining in a way that made me backlit. "May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Todd, the 'go fer' your frat has hired for finals week," I said. "I guess I need to meet with the treasurer if he is here?"
He yawned mightily. "Ummmm, yeah, I'll fetch someone for you. Hang on." He shut the door in my face. Well, it was a frat, you had to have someone take you inside.
A blond hunk stood there when the door opened. "Yeah, Todd, come on in. I'm Gavin, the frat vice-president, I'm one of the three people who chose you for the job." He turned and I walked in and followed him. He had the cutest, tightest butt I've ever seen on a guy in my life!
I was fitted with a special lightweight sweater which said in large letters "Kappa Gamma Eta" (in Greek letters) and under that, "Go 'Fer" which I was told would be worn at all times day and night I was working here. Gavin reiterated how I was at everyone's mercy in terms of the jobs they asked me to do, but I could report to him or the vice-president or treasurer if anyone abused that privilege in any way. "Assume they need the job done until you're convinced otherwise," he suggested.
I was shown the car and given the car keyless fob and the credit card and a pouch for keeping receipts in and then Gavin suggested I go around and make myself seen by everyone, then if nobody needed me, park myself in the common room. I was also given a cell phone to be used for incoming/outgoing texts or calls to the frat brothers only for their jobs or to reach them. I was told the entire frat had this extra cell phone for this week and they were rounded up at the end of the week. The phone was programmed with every frat brother and his room number like "Michael #204" or "Joseph #301." He then turned me loose and I set out to introduce myself.
If I thought my first hours would be dull, I was seriously mistaken. This frat was serious about finals week and I had barely gotten through the introductions before I was getting texts about things they wanted picked up for dinner for them. Mostly pizzas. I set out and ordered the pizzas and Chinese food and Mexican food and hamburgers/fries and then went back to pick up the to-go orders and did all the orders that way in one fell swoop, then found upon delivering them at the frat house that I had another set of rounds to go. People who were wanting to eat later, or wanting me to pick up snacks for the evening. No alcohol, the frat outlawed that for finals week. Like I said, a frat that took studying seriously.
It was past 2:00 a.m. before I got to sleep, and I was beyond worn out. I was awakened at 8:00 a.m. to run pick up breakfast orders for the frat members who'd had the sense to hit their beds early and it only got worse. I began to have to clean up messes as well, and do loads of laundry (fortunately that was easier than traveling to a laundromat, the frat had its own washers and dryers, four of each of big-load size), and the day wore on and on. I snatched a brief nap in the afternoon, but it wasn't enough. I sat down for a brief rest about six o'clock in the afternoon and when I woke up, it was well past darkness. I fumbled for my cell phone and it was missing.
"What the hell?" I blurted.
"Easy, Go Fer, easy!" someone said, I turned my head and looked, three guys were there nearby, at a card table, with their books of physics. Not just physics, some esoteric branch of advanced physics; they were all about twenty or so and all were fetchingly handsome specimens of young adult men.
"I fell asleep," I said sheepishly. "Do you know where my cell phone is? It's not in its holder on my belt."
"We know, we all saw you run out of energy and decided to give you a break," a second guy said. "Nobody can run 24/7, after all, even if it's their job'; this weekend is too rough as a start."
"It'll get easier once the week starts," the third said. "We'll all be busy with the tests and studying harder than ever, some guys forget to eat or bathe or anything. You'll have time to sleep and such then. But for now, relax, the guys who are awake are taking turns on the yummy runs."
"Okay. Thanks," I sat up and yawned. "Well, I'm here and available, any of you guys need anything?"
"Do you really mean, anything?" the first guy said.
"Yeah, anything," I said, "I was told to do anything you guys wanted of me, and...."
I stopped because, while I was saying this, the guy stood up, slipped his shorts off, and showed me his thick, hard, dripping cock! "Yeah," he said, "I can use some help with this."
I was dumbfounded, looked up at his face. Before, I had simply registered "three cute studs" but now I was looking at just him. Wide, strong body, pale red-brown hair cut short, a wide but strong-looking face, the sort of man you'd expect to see on a football field, not studying advanced physics, his massive pale-skinned lightly-freckled-shouldered body was dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of loose silk shorts, and I now saw that he had nothing on under it, for he had slid them down and he was showing me a fat, nine-inch cock that begged me with a red-faced cockhead to come over and feast on its love nectar. His balls were thick-covered bags that hung down and inadequately covered with pubic hair (the carpet matched the drapes) and I licked my lips.
"Come on, Kevin, don't pester the guy," said one of the other guys.
"Hey," Kevin said, "He's here to do whatever we ask of him, so we can concentrate on our studies, right? I got a heck of a boner just now and need to blow it out somehow. He can take care of that for me." He looked back at me. "I'm not demanding, Go Fer, I won't order you. What do you say? Do this for me?"
All I could do was nod. Kevin grinned and walked over to the couch and his friends stared as he lay down on the couch next to where I was sitting and laid his body out like you lay out a couch throw. He had re-covered the throbbing monster in his shorts and I leaned over and tugged the soft silken material down his legs enough to free it again. That smeared the precome so that it made a long gray rope from the glans to the waistband and I extended my tongue as I went in for the kill to capture that savory strand of love-liquid as I slid my body over to capture that engorged glans and shove the head and half of that nine-inches of man-meat into my mouth, then clamped my lips on it and milked upwards, pulling a rush of more precome onto my tongue as I did so.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhh!" Kevin sighed as I did that.
"Holy shit!"
"Man, oh, man, he fucking took it!"
I had the other guys attentions now, their books were lying on the table, open but ignored. I plied my mouth up and down hungrily, the fat tube throbbed as I savored its potent masculinity and warm raw virility, the rich salty/sweet/musky taste of precome on my tongue as I moved and sent the raunchy man-pipe down my throat as far as I could fit it.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Kevin grunted at my every engulfment of his dong. "Shit, man, this young stud is so fucking hot! I'm going to blow in a hurry! Keep moving, Go Fer, I'm going to feed you real quick!"
"Aw, yeah, me next!" called a guy from the table. We were separated by only about seven feet. He stood and five quick steps brought him over to me. He was not quite as muscled as Kevin, but a good-looking build just the same, his jet-black hair and fair skin made a striking contrast, and his blue eyes shone in his passion at watching his frat-mate get blown by me. He was the sort of guy you see with the hot chick in a perfume ad, a bit on the too-soft side, but hot just the same.
"You'll have to ask him first Tucker," the third guy said. "We were all warned not to abuse the Go Fer, he's here for our comfort, not our playtoy."
"I could use some comfort right now. Couldn't you, Rigo?" the second guy challenged. "Mmm, almost my turn."
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Kevin was groaning, and his hips were thrusting up at me as I kept sucking at him and his moans spurred me to milk at him harder.
"Yeah, but I prefer the other end of the ride," Rigo said. I think the "Roddy" stood for "Rodrigo," for he had a swarthy brown skin, with black eyes and black hair that was wavy and a face that was so very handsome in a "South of the Border" sort of way. He was smaller in stature than the others, but his body was just as ripped as the others in proportion to his size.
"Hah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Kevin moaned and his chest was heaving like an ocean in a storm.
I braced myself for the torrent, all the while still listening to the other two plotting their next move.
"We can share him, then, Rigo the Rod," Tucker said easily. "One at each end, plug him like on a spit. Assuming he's willing to be double-drilled."
"We'll ask him."
"I think he's busy just now."
"KUH-HUH-HUH-HUH, UHHHHHHHH-HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kevin blasted a load he must have been saving up for a while, for I was kept busy trying to gulp it all down while he erupted over and over and over again. I was proud I managed to contain the flow, though, and even when he was done, I carefully milked out the last dregs from his deflating dick.
"Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" Kevin gasped. "That was hot, so fucking hot, so hot!"
"Yeah, he's a come-sucking machine of a Go Fer," Tucker marveled. "How about me, next, Kid. And Rigo the Rod here wants to plow your butt. We'll make him take it easy on you, you up for it?"
I stared at these handsome young hunks. I'd seen most of the fraternity by now, and there wasn't a troll in the bunch. The thought of being the fraternity's plaything for the next week...and getting paid for it!...was just too good to pass up for a horny young teenager like me. "I'm an easy piece of ass." I admitted.
"That's the kind of spirit that will go far in college!" Rigo admired. "Don't you worry, I know the tender way to pop a cherry."
"Kind of late on that," I admitted. "A buddy of mine beat you to it about eight months ago. And has repeated it six times since then."
Rigo just grinned, "In that case, let me show you what a real man can do."
Kevin staggered back to his book and Tucker, Rigo and I all undressed and used the couch. Rigo produced a tube of lubricant he kept in his pants pocket and I guess the "Rod" needed one. He lubed his cock and then squirted the tube up my butt in a way that said he was used to doing this, for I felt well slicked up down there. Tucker merely imitated Kevin in posture and laid out his naked body for me to pounce on. My only difference was this time I was fully up on the couch and Rigo the Rod was behind me. Tucker had a nice piece of cock to suck on while being fucked, eight inches but not as fat around as Kevin's was, it fit into my mouth and throat but not in the "force it in" way I'd had to use on Kevin. I could slide it in and out with ease.
I was just getting my rhythm with Tucker than I felt Rigo knocking on my back door. He pushed his seven inches of hard brown dong into my ass gently enough but when he was fully in and my anal cavity had adjusted to his presence, he gave a deep low chuckle and began to deliver on his promise to ram me rough and royally. I rocked back and forth with his strong thrusts as I nursed on Tucker's prick and Tucker found the view from his position of things very stimulating.
"Oh, yeah, that's hot, Rigo, plow that ass, really wreck it, man, wreck it all the fuck up!"
"Mmmm, I make it and I shake it, but I don't break it," Rigo panted. "It feels too good to smash it up entirely. I'm not going to wreck it, I'm going to make it crave me inside it every night and day from now on."
Jesus, but from the way he felt fucking my ass, Rigo might manage to do just that. Neill's lustful thrusts into my ass had felt good, but he wasn't a patch on Rigo's expert butt-ramming, I was feeling every inch of that throbbing rod as it plunged in and out of me, and my prostate was singing "Glory, glory, hallelujah!" like a choir of angels! I pitched a hard woody and Rigo must have felt it some how, because he leaned over me and with his strong chest against my rump and low back, he gripped my seven inches of teenaged cock and began to pump it as he slammed into me.
I managed through all this to keep milking Tucker's prick, and he was groaning about how hot threesomes were and how much he loved to watch the man sucking him get fucked so I wasn't too surprised that he blew about as fast as Kevin had, with loud, "HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, AHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHH!" His come load wasn't as lush as Kevin's, but I drank it down with gratitude, for I was now free to breathe through my mouth and I needed the oxygen.
Rigo noticed this for certain, for he breathed at me, "Great, now I can turn you over and really go to town."
He turned me on his cock like a pig on a spit and I turned readily and he began to fuck me harder than ever, his body down so close that my cock rubbed on his lower stomach as he thrust back and forth, and I was so hot that the rubbing was more than enough.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" I groaned. "Oh, oh, shit, Rigo, I'm coming!"
"Yeah, come on, spew all that hot spunk all over me!" he growled huskily. "Shoot it on me, come on, shoot it hard!"
"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, oh!" I gasped.
"Hey, guys, I got the burgers and...Holy shit!" came a new voice.
"Come on in, Cameron," Kevin said. "You see why I wanted the second order of burger and fries now, don't you?"
"Hell, the fuck, yeah!"
"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out as I did indeed spray my come wads on Rigo's brown chest in long white stripes up to nearly his deeper brown tits and he just grinned, his white teeth a beautiful sight in his dark face.
"How about it? Am I better than your high school buddy?" Rigo asked me as he kept on fucking.
"My who?" I asked, my brain bewildered in the moment.
He laughed, and then he began to thrust at me with an imperious might that said it was his turn to come and I was to lay there and take it. Right then, I felt he had the right to do that, too.
He didn't last too long. His jabs at me took on a ragged edge to them, and then he changed to separate lunges at me with a shuddering gasp then he let out a long, shuddering groan as he hammered at me desperately and then he let loose, it was all one sound, like "Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huhuhuhuuuh-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHAHAHAHHHAHAHH-KAH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I don't know where he found all the air to loosen all that noise but he managed to groan like that all the way through his orgasm, pumping into my ass until he fell onto me, worn completely out, and I understood totally why he was. I patted his back in consolation and comfort as he heaved for breath atop me.
"Oh, wow!" Cameron said as he stood next to my head and I looked up at him. Dark brown hair, pale brown eyes, a smiling face, nice body, fair skin, broad shoulders, strong arms, I couldn't see any more of him right then. "Looks like our Go Fer goes for more than pizzas, doesn't he?"
"He's a hot piece of ass," Rigo said as he rose, still sweating and breathing a little hard, his slippery cock shining as he rose. "I've got him opened up right if you want to run a lay into him. Assuming he agrees, that is."
"How about it, Go Fer?" Cameron grinned on me. He showed me my cell phone. "I did your run and so did the rest of us while you grabbed a nap. Can I get a little payback for that?"
I had to smile about that. "Who's talking payback. Climb on and ride."
Cameron began to pull off his clothes and I saw he had a rippling body like the rest, the frat brothers all took advantage of that major gymnasium they had with all the weight machines. No wonder they were all hunk-a-licious! "I picked you up a cheeseburger and French fries, and a choc shake," he explained. "Soon as I finish screwing you, you can eat."
"He's already had a snack of hot franks," Kevin joked from across the room.
"Ignore them," Cameron said. "I want you to enjoy this, too."
Cameron lay atop me and his cock wasn't lubricated, but I had plenty of lube and come in me already, his prick had no problem getting inside me. His movements were as graceful as a ballet dancers, and his style was subtle but pleasant and desirable. My prostate wasn't rubbed as much as it was massaged, and I began to feel the pleasure rising in me again just from this.
Cameron took his time but in about fifteen minutes he was done, his passion rising in him and me as happy as I was going to get after an intense climax with Rigo, and he began an intense dance of desire inside of me and I moaned and gasped and clenched my buttocks and he groaned and his desire overtook him and he moaned out, "AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHHHHHHHH!"
His come flowed into me as gentle as a slow-running brook, and I felt the cock pulsing against my prostate as if it were giving me kisses. So nice, so very nice, I almost wished I had held off on my orgasm so I could have shared this with him.
Cameron lay on me only briefly and then he rose up and said, "Now let's get you fed and you can take over the job of Go Fer again. It's Saturday night and things are about to get as crazy as any frat house can."
As if to prove his point, the cell phone beeped at me, someone upstairs wanted pizzas. I guess every college guy lives on pizza to some degree. I grabbed my burger and fries and ate while I drove to pick up the order. Two more orders beeped while I was en route, for tacos and for burgers.
That nap I took helped a great deal, or maybe I was getting my second wind after all that good fucking. I kept up the pace until it stopped around three in the morning, and then I slept until about nine in the morning, and woke up to find my phone with no texts flashing at me. Everyone was still asleep.
I knew better than to lay around by this time, I got up and gathered laundry from the bin in the basement and started the loads, each frat boy had his own bag and was responsible for dumping the bag down the laundry chute. I then went into the gym to mop up and check the equipment for sweat and so on.
A blond-haired hunk was working up a sweat on the bench press, lying on his back and lifting the weights up and down, up and down, rhythmically and mechanically, and if I'd thought the other frat brothers were muscled, it was only because I hadn't seen this blond muscle god! My guess was that he was a competitor, the way he had the perfectly sculpted legs and thighs and biceps and shoulders and forearms. I just stood a short way away and admired him as he worked, totally wrapped up in his ambitions.
He struggled on the last press and then set the weights in the holder and let go, lay on the bench panting. "Nice set," I said to him.
He looked over, saw the "Go Fer" on my sweater and smiled. "Thank you."
"I'm just in here cleaning up. Can I help you with anything?"
"Naw, I'm good," he assured me.
But I'd seen the bulge in those shorts of his. "I think I can help you with one thing, at least," I said, kneeling down.
"What would that be...Glph!" His question was ended by my grabbing his junk through his shorts. He stiffened in my grip almost at once.
"You've forgotten to work out this muscle, I think," I said to him as softly as a cougar to its prey caught in its jaws. "You don't want to miss out on any muscle mass, now, do you?"
"I...I guess not." he breathed.
"Would you like oral or anal?" I invited him.
"Either one is okay. You pick."
"Okay." I said amiably. I reached down and peeled his shorts and jockstrap off of him together in one smooth move, his body was so slippery with sweat that there was no problem with that. Done, I dove onto his cock and began to suck him with deep, wet sucks, for I had a plan.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm!" the blond guy groaned, "Damn, kid, what's your name, I can't just call you 'Go Fer.'"
"Why not, it's what I am," I said, rising up, I was ready for that, I began to peel off my loose sweats, I had learned overnight. No underwear. "But my name is Todd. What's yours?"
"Francis Riley. Call me Frank." he gasped, for I straddled him, naked from waist to ankles, at his crotch. "What are you doing?"
"You said for me to pick oral or anal, so I picked both." I said. I was still slick and greasy from the last night's fucking, and I had slurped on his rod to make it slippery as well. I sank down onto his eight inch rod (no steroids in this guy!) and settled in with a sigh. "You have any complaints?"
"None whatsoever," he sighed. "Help me work out."
I began to bob up and down on his body and he let me bounce as long as I could keep it up but when I began to flag (I'd had a hard night, a long hard one, after all), he lifted up and helped me get onto the bench with one knee on the bench and one foot on the floor and him likewise behind me and his powerful body began to pump in and out of me.
"Yeah, this is a workout I can really sink my teeth into," he snarled. It was a pretend snarl, if you get what I mean.
"Yeah, tiger, yeah!" I gasped. "Come on, tiger, cram that hard frank into me, give me hell, make it rough, I can take it, give it to me, hard, give it to me!"
"Yeah, I'm the tiger, I'm the tiger!" he growled. "Rarrr-rarrrr-RARRRRRR!"
It wasn't done that fast, but God, he was a good fuck, and that image of being a tiger really resonated with him, for he kept up his snarling all the way to his orgasm with a "RARRRR-RARRR-ARRR-ARRR-ARRRR, RAH-RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" as he creamed hard into my ass.
I joined him in orgasm, with a "AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH, AH-AHHHHHHHH!" of my own, spewing the jizz onto the bench. Something for me to clean up, along with his sweat.
Done, he was panting and his hand was stroking me with his fingernails scraping at my body, not hard, but like he was pretending to rip at me, and I moaned along with him.
"Damn, Todd, you're one hot mother." Frank told me. "Jesus, but I'm going to want more of this."
"I'm here all week," I assured him.
I went into the showers and found a sandy-haired stud soaped up and I slid into the shower with him helped him with his cleaning, doing his back and helping him really scrub his tool.
By then, the breakfast orders were coming in and I quickly found that the word of me was getting around, and I was not only delivering the breakfast sandwiches and hash browns, but was expected to deliver a blow job while I did so. None of the guys were rude about it, and they were all studying the rest of the time, I was just a sort of happy interlude they enjoyed while they studied and I got through Sunday that way.
Monday, the frat was mostly empty. Not surprising, a majority of the classes held their finals on Monday and Tuesday, the kids really had to hit the books hard that weekend before and during Monday and Tuesday. I actually found the guys refusing any "interludes" when I brought in their snacks, they were buried in their books and fighting to cram as much knowledge into their brains as they could, they had no time to cram anything else anywhere. I concentrated on keeping the guys loaded up with energy drinks and food and keeping their clothes clean and so on.
That afternoon, I heard sobbing behind a door and made an executive decision, my tools included a master key to all the rooms, and I unlocked it and saw a young man barely twenty on the bed, crying like mad. "Hey, Leigh, what's wrong?" I asked him. I knew all the guys by now, and they knew me, if only by the name "Go Fer."
"Oh, hi, Go Fer," he replied. "I just...I totally blew that constitutional law exam this morning, I know I did! If I do that bad on another exam this quarter, I'm going to drop below the grade level to stay a member of the fraternity!"
"Gee, that's tough," I commiserated. "What happened, did you not study enough, or what?"
"I studied, it's just when I got to the test I looked at it, and I just sort of...froze up." he explained. "It was like all the letters on the page were in a foreign language. 'What was the end result of Marbury versus Madison?'" he quoted. "I didn't know, I just...didn't...know!"
I sat on the bed and got him in my arms. "Easy does it. I don't know what Marbury versus Madison did either." I told him.
"It's what meant the Supreme Court of the United States could rule an act of Congress unconstitutional," he told me.
"So you know the answer."
"I know it now." he mourned.
I laid him back on the bed and I slowly began to make love to him. Naked, he stopped crying and when I began to suck him, he seemed to gain his confidence again. Leigh was a bit on the thin side but a cute young stud like maybe I was now that I think about it. He moved around and soon we were sixty-nining on the bed and he proved to be an expert cocksucker. He and I mounted to orgasm at the same time and blew our loads into each other's mouths and he relaxed, sighed, moved around to kiss me and said, simply, "Thank you."
"Not a problem. Part of my service." I gave him a fake salute and he laughed. "Maybe you could talk to your professor, see if he could give you a second chance at the test or such?"
"I was just thinking that. I'd better ask him now if I can." he rose from the bed. "Thanks a lot...Go Fer."
I got out while I could. My cell phone was beeping.
If I had dreams of the frat having a wild orgy after the finals, I was mistaken. The guys finished their finals and packed up to go home for a week. The frathouse was almost empty by the end of the week and Friday afternoon, I was paid and turned in the car key, master key, credit card, Go Fer sweater and such, to the Vice President in an empty house.
"You were a great Go Fer," Gavin told me. "All the guys told me that they loved having you in the house. Are you planning to come to this university when you graduate next year?"
"I sure am," I said.
"Be sure to pledge when you do, I think you'll be a shoo-in," he said. "You ready to go home?"
"Just about?"
"You have time for one last fuck?" He asked me.
"I'll always have time for that," I agreed as he worked at the fly on his pants.
"Definitely a shoo-in when you pledge."
THE END
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