The Black-Haired Viking

I had played squash in prep school in Green Bay, but it was the coaches at UMinn in Minneapolis who were more intent on recruiting me than the U. Wisconsin coaches had been. Besides, Minneapolis was farther away than Madison was, so me going to college there would make it less likely that my parents would bug me to come home weekends. I had learned how to do my own laundry since i was in middle-school, so I was spared from that reason to go home, too. 

Freshman year was great. The classes were great; I was doing well in them as well in the squash courts, and I was making friends. A couple of them offered the benefits I had had from team-mates senior year in prep school, so there was that too. 

It was only after I got back from winter break that I got approached to join the fraternity. Somehow, the word had gotten out that some of my friends were gay and upperclass gay men were recruiting other guys into their network. Things had been secretive years ago, but now the whole frat was openly proud on Pride Week. That included the brothers who were jocks, so nobody got harassed at UMinn. 

Everybody knows how stupid frat-pledging is, but nothing prepared me for big-brother pairing. We did the usual shit of scavenger hunts and silly public demeaning walking across the campus between classes, shirtless in March, when it was 20 degrees out on a warm day. We knew about downing shots of cheap bourbon, keeping up with brothers. 

Big-brother pairing occurred on a Friday night. All the pledges sat cross-legged in a circle, with only a small opening for the big brothers to walk through on their way to the center of the circle. All of us were nude. None of us pledges knew it, but the brothers had a hierarchy among them, and that was the order in which they came into the circle, one at a time. Each one carried out a bit of theater, making a circle, drilling his eyes into each one of us as he let the tension build. Finally, each brother chose the pledge that was going to be his little brother. He walked closer to that guy and reached down. The pledge was supposed to open his mouth and push out his tongue. The brother slid two fingers onto that tongue and into the pledge’s mouth, and the pledge had to suck on them, locking his eyes on their owner. 

Once those preliminaries were finished, the brother told the pledge that he could stand up and follow him out. The two of them went to that brother’s room in the frat-house. The next brother down the hierarchy followed the same show, and finally everyone was paired up. 

Once I saw the lust in Bjorn’s eyes, I knew that this was more than just a teasing exercise to humiliate the pledges one more way. As intended, a guy never does forget his big-brother pairing for the rest of his life. 

“Do you know why brothers put two fingers into a pledge’s mouth, Ronnyboy?” 

I was speechless, but I nodded. I surely knew where this was going. 

“Say it, boy! Hear yourself saying the words, boy-toy!” 

I closed my eyes for a moment, but I guess he knew to just wait for me to cross that line, so finally I said it, “So I’d be ready to suck your cock instead of your two fingers.” 

“Good boy! Pledges always do catch on once they put the fact that we’re all naked together with the finger-feeding.

“ ‘Course, there’s more than just my cock that’s gonna be in your mouth, too, right?” 

I felt the heat on my face as our eyes remained locked and I nodded again.

“Say it, boy. You need to say the words every time!” 

“Your jizz is gonna be in my mouth, Sir.” 

“Nicely said. I knew this would be good with you, but a guy can never tell if his pledge is gonna enjoy it, too, so that smile in your eyes tells me that you’re ready to enjoy things, too.” 

I was sitting cross-legged on the rug on his floor with my back against the side of his bed, so it was no surprise that he stepped closer and brought his pelvis toward my face and called out, “Put both your hands on the backs of my thighs and make love to my body, Ronnyboy.” 

He leaned forward and put both his hands onto the mattress as he leaned onto his outstretches arms. 

I started just rubbing my face from side to side across the anatomy of his crotch, taking in the aroma of his musk. He had no way of knowing that this was not my first rodeo, but I made full use of the things I had learned during my senior year in prep school. The more I got into things, the wilder he got, and the wilder he got the more he called me filthy names, and the more he did that, the wilder I got. 

What I hadn’t expected, was that after he flooded my mouth and I swallowed much of his cream and he smeared whatever I had drooled out all over my face and my balls, he took me into his bed. 

What I hadn’t expected was that when a big-brother feels that he’s had a satisfying bonding with his pledge, it would be his turn to consummate the bond between them and swallow his pledge’s semen and sperm. Of course, older and wiser that Bjorn was, that also involved lubed fingers up into my ass. I don’t think I’ve ever roared as loudly during sex as I did the four times I had sex with him that night. 

We were truly bonded-brothers forever after that. Even better, when a little brother felt lonely or just wanted to be held, he was free to slide back into his big-brother’s bed again, as long as there wasn’t any other visitor in it already. Bjorn’s furry black-haired body is something I’ve never forgotten, either. We both understood that “it was just sex” and nothing more, but it surely was intensely fulfilling sex each time, even as things evolved between us. 

What I hadn’t expected was that I would never have sex with any female lover that was as intense as it had been with Bjorn. 

It’s lucky that we both have business trips from time to time, and that one or another of us can coordinate vacation time with the other’s trips.  A boy never does forget his big-brother.