I wasn't sure of how far initiations went in Greek life. I was just a college freshman looking for some friends. I didn't know that I had to fuck someone to do that.
"Consider this to be a favor. By the end of today, you'll officially be a member of Alpha Kappa Pi" the President of the fraternity, Matt, sent this text message to my phone the night of The Cherry Ceremony. I endured several tests to prove that I was AKP material which were all tame compared to this.
Matt drove me and two other guys to his apartment near campus and had us sit down on his living room couch. He stood in front of us wearing a black baggy sweatshirt and army themed pants with his hands on his hips. He examined each of us with judgmental hazel eyes.
The guys beside me were a pair of scrawny twins with only skin on their bones and chicken grease in their hair. They looked like the type to obsess over Dungeons & Dragons and get tormented by everyone at school.
I might've cracked a joke or two, but not at anything stupid like appearances. It's more funny how they were in college yet they still suffered from separation anxiety. On the way to the apartment, I caught them holding hands in the backseat of Matt's car and whispering in some secret language. I tried talking to them, but they pretended not to hear me by looking out the window.
No wonder they were virgins, but at least they had a valid excuse. I didn't.
Matt squinted his eyes when he examined me, as if he were thinking, "Why are YOU here?" I'm a decent looking guy with good hygiene, smooth skin, and a medium build that was neither too skinny nor buff. My brunette hair was neatly combed back, and unlike those twins, I could make proper eye contact. I also dressed my age with a plain white shirt underneath a leather jacket and ripped jeans. The twins must have missed the memo. We were there to fuck, not apply for a job.
This wasn't Matt's first time seeing us, but that night, I think he was paying extra attention to how well we dressed to impress. When he was done examining, he combed back his dirty blond hair with his fingers and huffed, "Ohh boy..."
Next, he gave out instructions.
"My roommates are away this weekend, so this place is yours. You have two hours to go upstairs and fuck the girl in your assigned room. You're not only going to fuck them, but you also have to make them cum. So, don't walk out like you're the shit, busting your nut and not letting her finish. That's not the AKP way!"
Matt dug into his pant pocket and pulled out a small, black remote control with an antenna.
"Each of those girls have this exact remote control which will shock you if you didn't make her feel good." Before we were told to sit on his couch, Matt instructed us to put on a black shock collar. The two silver bolts attached to the collar were pressing up against the side of my throat.
"If you're shocked three times, then guess what?"
"We're out?" I answered.
"Rhetorical question, but yes," Matt said, "Any thoughts?"
One of the twins raised his hand and asked, "What if we're not in the mood?"
The blonde chuckled softly and replied.
"Then get the fuck out, sweet cheeks. If you're not ready to drop your v-card now, then when?
The other twin raised his hand, "Will there be candles and Playboy magazines?"
Matt crossed his arms and scoffed, "What more do you need than a hot bitch sucking your dick? God, and I thought girls were picky. Do you wanna be fucked or not?"
The twins nodded their heads with a hint of doubt still lingering in their faces. They seemed nervous about going through with this, but I've been ready for a long time. I was very close to losing my virginity in high school. I made out with a lot of random strangers, but it never lead to any fucking.
All of the people I've been intimate with were men too. I've tried going on a date with a girl before, but the spark wasn't there. With a guy, it was so easy to be vulnerable. It's nothing that I could explain in depth, it just felt natural, but over time I was hit by extreme backlash.
Word got around my school that I was gay and I was fine with that until my friend, Kenneth, joined in. He said cruel words about me being homosexual when he was just as queer as I am! Kenneth was the first guy I had ever been intimate with. One day, I got invited to his house to study for an exam when he wanted to "relieve me of some stress," so I took the bait. I thought we had a great time together and a strong enough bond to where Kenneth wouldn't have turned his back on me, yet here we are.
By the time I got to college, I was insecure about my sexuality. Maybe there was something wrong with me, so I figured the best way to reprogram myself was to join a fraternity. I heard they were really big on getting laid by lots of chicks. The Cherry Ceremony is a strange ritual to the average person, but for me, it was a God send. It was an opportunity to finally get a taste of the joys of being with a woman.
"What kind of girls are in there?" I leaned forward, "Like, are they your friends or what?"
Matt put the remote in his pocket and walked to the kitchen.
"Very experienced sorority girls," the fridge was heard being opened, "Delta Beta Phi always helps out during the ceremony. Girls volunteer to sleep with our men. They legitimately don't give a fuck! It's pretty shocking, but I'm not one to complain. They're just happy to help out."
"Help out?"
"Help out, yeah" Matt came back holding three water bottles, "Want some?"
The twins grabbed their drinks and sipped them in unison, but I refused.
"Your loss" Matt shrugged. He sat on the carpet floor to have the water for himself. He lifted his head up as he drank the ice-cold liquid, showing off his bobbing Adam's apple.
The upperclassman obnoxiously sighed after pulling away from the bottle and said, "I'll give you five minutes to do whatever you need to get ready for them. We only have one bathroom, so be quick about it."
The twins shot up from their seats and walked to the bathroom in the hallway. They entered it together. Matt and I shot each other a look before laughing.
"Please tell me you're making them share one girl," I grinned, "They'll die without the other."
"Oh, they'll be fine," Matt replied, "Remember that survey I gave you? I found girls that should be exactly their type."
"And they're totally different? Not creepy twins with the same blonde bob cut?"
"Nope, completely different!" Matt slapped his thighs, "I was shocked too."
Matt realized a spot was open on the couch, so he stood up from the floor to sit closer.
"Remind me, what was your type again?" Matt asked.
...What was my type? I forgot what I wrote down in the survey. I dug into the deepest part of my brain to pick out an answer. I decided to go with a tall, blonde bimbo. That sounded right. That's the type of girl everyone wants to date at some point.
I gave Matt my answer and he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Uh, no. Far from it," he said, "You wrote that you wanted a goth looking chick with balloon tits and a fat ass."
A girl that was the exact replica of Elvira...I should've known. She was my childhood crush.
"Oh right! I did say that...huh"
"Were you bullshitting?"
"Nah, I do like that. Just forgot is all..."
