ΩΡΓ, Omega Rho Gamma, Wes Hanes had dreamed of joining for as long as he could remember. His father had been an Omega Rho, his grandfather had been one, and his great-grandfather had been one of the founding members of the fraternity's Sutherland University Chapter. Most of his life had revolved around that fraternity in one way or another. He had grown up knowing the real motto of the fraternity
Amantes Ante Pugnatores
as well as the unofficial motto his father's friends always seemed to use in jest when borrowing leaf blowers or pressure washers: "Brothers share everything". Most of his father's oldest and dearest friends were alumni members, and by extension most of his own friends were children of members, like his best friend, Mark Reed. They had been friends for as long as he could remember, Mark was like a brother to him. Though he certainly loved his two younger sisters, Mark was someone Wes connected to on a different level and his parents, the Reeds, were like a second set of parents to him. He had always been especially fond of Mrs. Reed. She had always seemed to him to be the most beautiful woman in the world: kind, gentle, and giving.
Both of their houses were homes to the boys, and through their years at daycare, kindergarten, primary, middle, and now high school they were inseparable. Through highs and lows, joys and sorrows they always had each other's backs. It had come as no surprise that Wes had been the first person Mark came out to last year. It had been no surprise either that it had made no difference to Wes or their parents. Now they were seniors applying to university. Now, for the first time ever, there was a possibility they would not be going to the same school. They had both applied to Sutherland of course. They had also applied to other Universities but their hearts were set on Sutherland. They blustered and bluffed that there acceptance was ensured, but they both also knew that Sutherland was a small, prestigious University with some of the highest standards in the country. Though they hated to admit it, there was always the shadow of doubt at the back of their minds.
His mother and father were sitting at the kitchen table beaming as he walked in the door after school. There, in front of them, lay a large envelope from Sutherland University. It was what he had been simultaneously hoping for and dreading. His first choice, his parents' alma mater; it was his dream school, his dream program. His entire future was lying right there in a brown velum envelope. His mouth went dry. He remembered that large envelopes were usually good news. The two acceptance letters with full scholarships he had already gotten from his number two and four schools had been large as well. But this was different. This was his first choice, the only school that truly mattered to him. He sat down at the table, took a deep breath, and opened the letter. His parents began to exchange nervous looks as he read through the letter. He tried to play it cool but the excitement broke through.
"I got in, full academic scholarship."
His parents shared a knowing smile. His mother blurted out.
"We know, Dean Schwartz called last week when the letters went out, he's an old friend of your father's, it was all we could do to keep it a secret from you until now."
His father was beaming with pride.
"Well, Wes, are you going to accept?"
Before he could answer, the phone rang. It was Mark's parents; Wes' heart sank with the terrible question, "what if?" He sighed with relief, he had been accepted to Sutherland as well. He was so happy, he thought he had never been so pleased in his life.
Of course, Rachel was not pleased when he told her. Wes and Rachel had been an item, as she liked to describe it, for most of their senior year. They had been each other's first. The night of Wes' 18th birthday party, at a hotel room they paid for through saving money from their part-time jobs they had made love. It had been awkward and a little embarrassing but they quickly managed to figure things out. Wes and Rachel loved each other fiercely, but now she was going to Newbury and he was not. She had expected, despite all evidence to the contrary, that he would follow her there. There had been tears, there had been yelling, there had been a very sharp slap. His cheek still stung as he dropped Rachel at her parent's house for the last time. His heart sank, it wasn't that far to Newbury, he had been willing to try to make it work, she had not. Rachel refused to even speak to him for the rest of the year.
Despite his romantic drama, the rest of his senior year flew by. Wes and Rachel hooked up at prom in the backseat of her parents' car but it was different now, sad, resigned. After graduation, Wes worked full time which helped him get over his broken heart and save for some of the costs that his scholarship would not cover. The highlight of his summer had been his first official visit to the University's campus as a student. Of course he had been to every home coming since he could remember as well as many other events but this was the first time he had gone as a student of the university, of his university. He met members of every fraternity on campus, every society, many professors, deans, his residence assistants, he tried to absorb it all but it was impossible.
And then, before he knew it, it happened, it was time to go. He was packed and ready to go, suppressing tears as he hugged his sobbing mother while his father put the rest of his belongings in the car, and his sisters bickered about which one would get his room. Mark and his parents joined them. Wes' father and Mark's mother had agreed to take the boys to Sutherland for their freshman orientation as Wes' mother and Mark's father knew they would be far too emotional and didn't want to embarrass the boys too much on their first day. Mr. Reed was in tears, holding Wes' sobbing mother tightly as he waved goodbye to their first born. Mark and Wes rolled their eyes as the car rounded the corner of their suburban street towards the next chapter of their lives.
Wes was beaming as he exited the car at their new residence and his expression of nervous excitement was mirrored in Mark's face. They found their RA who showed them to their room, they would be "bogmates", they would be in their own rooms but would be sharing a bathroom between the rooms, which left them both smiling even more broadly. Once they were settled and their parents were done fussing over them, it was time to say goodbye. His father gave him a warm hug and a hearty pat on the back.
"I know you will do us proud, Wes, you always have. Mark, I'm sure you'll make us all proud too."
Beaming with pride and a hint of a tear in his eye, he turned back to the car.
Mrs. Reed finished her hug and similar words of praise with Mark and then walked up to Wes as she wiped away the tears in her eyes.
"Don't think you're going away without a hug too, Wes."
He tried hard not to blush as she pulled him into a long, warm embrace. She was a full head shorter than him now, but he felt like an awkward child in her arms. Her small, firm breasts were pressed into him as her head rested on his chest. Time stood still. He could smell her perfume all around him. Feel her warmth against him. He could feel his cock twitch as the feeling of her body in his arms intensified, and then it was over. She pulled away a little.
"You boys take care of each other, now."
Had he just imagined it or had her hand drifted down and squeezed his ass as she broke the hug. It must have been wishful thinking. But she got up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear.
"Don't you be sad about that Rachel girl. A young man as wonderful as you will certainly find someone better than her before homecoming, I guarantee it."
He felt her full lips gently brush his ear. He went crimson as she strolled away, winking at him over her shoulder. It seemed that neither Mark nor his father had noticed.
