As I lay in my own bed, all I could think to myself is "Damn, finally a night off."
My name is Kavon and I've been on-line, pledging Iota Phi Theta Fraternity Incorporated for the past five weeks. The past few weeks had been hell and there didn't seem to be an end in sight...I was ready for the Spring semester to end... I'd recently begun to consider dropping, having second thoughts overall on if this shit was for me in the first place. My older brother Davion had pledged this fraternity and chapter three years ago though – if my older brother had what it took to become a man of Iota.
Tonight, the big brothers that had been running our pledge process had decided that me and my two line brothers deserved a night off. I couldn't agree more with them – we'd been going so hard, studying and maintaining our focus during the nights and putting in work in the basement of my Dean's townhouse at night to do what was necessary to become members of this fraternity.
My line brothers (Ade, the ace of our line and Bruce, the tail of our line) and I had been spending almost every waking moment with each other, making sure we handled our business. Not that we had a choice in the matter – it was customary for line brothers to make sure they were always together in case we were given a test or a task – it was just easier to be together so Bruce's apartment had become our "spot". It was easy to say that we all truly needed at least one night apart.
I was more than excited to retreat to my dorm room and chill. I was the only one that stayed on campus, so this was my first time in weeks returning to the sophomore residence hall that I was paying to live in. When I got back to my dorm room, I decided to take a warm shower by myself and take the opportunity to wash a load of clothes. Things I'd taken for granted before I'd started pledging.
When I was done, I got out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased at my reflection. I gotta admit, the intense physical exercise that had come with pledging and not being able to eat junk food had done my body some good. I was more cut up and I had some slight muscle definition. I'm sure I'd better results if I was in the gym sticking to an actual regiment, but I wasn't mad at how my body was handling this pledge process.
After snapping a few thirst traps pics (using my underwear to cover my dick), I put on some sweat and I left the backroom, retreating to my bed. I sent the pics to all my old hoes (Normani, Nia and Aisha) on snapchat to remind them what they were missing out. They all instantly hit me up, asking if I wanted to come through and fuck. I smiled to myself, choosing to not reply. Fuck them. I was saving this dick for someone who deserved it.
I looked at the time on my phone - it was 6PM and all I could do was relax in bed. I was so fatigues from being "on the go" the past few weeks that I didn't even have the energy to make use of this free time. My line brothers had bragged about using this time to get caught up on homework and sneaking in time to get with some females but my mind wasn't even there. I just wanted to chill, and maybe catch up with Omar.
Omar was my roommate and he was on the track team here at Wilton State. We didn't really run in the same circles (most student athletes kept to themselves) but we clicked really well and a natural friendship had formed between the two of us. Not only did we get along great, we never had issues communicating.
For example, If I needed my privacy to get my freak on with a girl, he'd disappear. If he needed the room to himself to get down with one of the men or women that he was talking to, I definitely found somewhere else to be.
When we'd moved in together (last semester), Omar let it be known in the first ten minutes that he was bisexual and that he was 'sexually liberated' as he described it. Omar was a free spirit and he demanded respect – I hadn't really been around anyone Gay or Bisexual, but Omar definitely helped me immediately be more open minded. I mean, this tall, brown skinned pretty boy was pulling men and women from the looks of it. I could pass my judgement if I wanted to, I quickly found out that it wasn't going to stop him from doing as he pleased.
I quickly decided that his sexuality wasn't going to be an issue for me. We'd become homeboys since. He'd gotten super comfortable with me, and I did the same. I'd tell him about my sexual conquests and he'd do the same. Whenever any of my girls were acting out of line, he'd jokingly say "Whenever you're ready to fuck with someone loyal, I'll be here waiting zaddy!". I usually laughed the comments off because Omar had such a masculine aura. I couldn't ever read how much truth was behind his words.
Since my process had begun, Omar had been looking out for me. I thought that the various females that I was fucking with would look out for me but they quickly ghosted on a nigga...all three of them... that's when Omar stepped in.
I was on social probation, but that hadn't stopped Omar from making sure I was good. Financially, I was broke as a joke after paying for all my membership fees and running errands for big brothers so whenever I didn't have money to eat, Omar would discreetly grab some food for me at one of the campus dining spots. I couldn't explain it but I was starting to feel a closeness to Omar that I couldn't explain.
I felt myself beginning to nod off when I head a keycard swipe, signaling that someone was trying to get into my room. Within seconds, Omar was walking into our dorm room. Upon seeing me, he instantly smiled and yelled "Bro! You're still alive! What are you doing in here?" he said, coming over to my bed and dapping me up.
I smiled, genuinely happy to see someone that wasn't an Iota man.
"Man, they gave us the night off! Can you believe it?" I said, sitting up in my bed.
"That's what's up man. You get the night off and you decide to just lay in your bed and sit on Instagram?" Omar asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to his side of the bedroom. He removed his shirt, threw it on his bed and walked over to the window. For some reason, seeing his basketball shorts sag lightly below his waist was doing something to me. I don't know if it was the lack of sex but I found myself noticing that Omar had nice, fat ass on him.
"Stop those thoughts, that's not your thing." I thought to myself as I felt my dick getting hard. I should have gotten up with one of my hoes, I hadn't gotten any kind of release in weeks.
"You hear what I said?" Omar said, looking out of our window and bringing me back to reality.
"Oh, yeah, my bad. Man, I really just wanted to come back to the dorm, take a hot shower and relax. Bruce's water heater has been broken and he hasn't had the time or money to get it repaired." I said laughing.
"Damn, that's fucked up." Omar said, walking back over to his bed. As he walked back over to his bed, my eyes landed on his ass again. He sat down on his bed and faced me.
"What's new with you bro? I assume you've had a revolving window of hoes in and out of here?" I jokingly asked him.
"Actually, nah. I've been focused on training for the spring season. I've only messed with one guy and one girl in the past few weeks. The guy is a DL football player, we vibe pretty well. But I've been low-key." Omar said.
"Wow, you got a football player?" I asked, shocked.
"A lot of these niggas like to mess around with other niggas, you just have to let them know that you're down. That's how I do it. I don't approach these niggas, they come to me." Omar said. confidently. He was fine, and he had swag so I could see it.
"If you say so, my nigga." I said.
"So, you didn't think to use this free time and catch up with any of your hoes or anything? Surely Ade and Bruce are using this time better than you are!" Omar joked, while scrolling through his own phone.
