The Initiation

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Pledging Alpha Sigma Rho was going to be the hardest thing Thomas Jackson had ever done. And in the end, one of the most fun

"All right, move it along, especially you, Jackson," Tim Nelson said as he herded the last of the pledges into the roadside bar and closed the door behind them.

The large room beyond the vestibule ahead was dimly lit and it took the eighteen-year-old freshman a few moments to adjust and take it all in. He let out a low but audible sigh of relief when he saw that the establishment was exactly what it had been advertised as.

The last two weeks had certainly been hell, Thomas Jackson thought as he surveyed his fellow pledges, but after tonight, it would be worth it. Or so he hoped.

The pledge class of Alpha Sigma Rho had originally consisted of thirty-two initiates, but over the last twelve days that number had dwindled down to himself and the nine others standing around him. The rest had been found wanting in one way or another as they failed to complete the tasks giving to them by the pledge committee. It surprised Thomas at times that he hadn't joined their number. Especially once it became apparent that Tim Nelson, who headed the pledge committee, had taken an instant dislike to him from the moment they'd met.

A dislike that had no real cause, other than the fact that his cousin, John, had been a senior in the fraternity back when Tim had been a pledge. Evidently, John had given Tim a hard time and now he felt it was his chance to return the abuse.

"Okay, gather round," the pledge master said as he drew them all into a corner of the waiting area, "cause I'm only going to explain this once."

The ten pledges and a smaller number of brothers closed tight around Nelson, who now stood back against the far wall. There was a sharp contrast between the looks on the faces of each group. Between those who knew what was coming and those who could only be a little fearful of what the harsh taskmaster had saved for last.

"All of you have proven yourself worthy so far," Tim began, the tone of his voice carrying less than a full belief in his words, "even you, Jackson." he added, unable to resist again singling him out. "But now it's time to really separate the men from the boys."

Each of the ten took a long moment to flash back on the dozen challenges that had felled so many of the other candidates. Would any of them survive what they were all sure had to be a final, near impossible task?. If they could, then they would be part of what was unquestionably the best fraternity on campus.

"All you have to do to pass the last test," Tim said, taking a long, pregnant pause in mid-sentence, "is simply get laid."

"What?" several of the pledges said almost in unison, certain that they'd heard him wrong.

The rest had heard him right, but reserved comment as they waited for the other shoe to drop. If the last two weeks had taught them nothing else, it was that with Nelson, there was always a catch to what at first seemed relatively simple.

"Of course the challenge has a few, simple rules," Tim Nelson added, confirming their fears. "There is of course a time limit, shall we saw midnight at the latest," he went on, "and of course we don't expect you to do it here on the premises, after all this is a public place and we have better things to do with our time than to haul our asses all the way down to the police station with bail money."

A few of the brothers laughed at that.

"Just down the road, about a quarter of a mile," Tim went on, "is the Lotus East Motel. We've arranged in advance for rooms that you can use, and just to make sure that you actually got there, a few of the brothers will be parked outside and keeping tabs on who goes in and with who."

Four hours to meet someone in a bar, and then have sex with them. The pledges shared a similar look among themselves. A daunting task perhaps, but not an impossible one. After all, they were all young, in good shape and reasonably good looking. On a good Friday night, that was how some of them might expect to spend it. Okay, so it was only Wednesday, but it couldn't be that much harder, could it?

Thomas was sure that there had to be something else, a hidden catch of some sort. Nelson had made him that paranoid. Based on what the older student had come up so far, the initiate wouldn't have put it pass him to have taken them all to a gay bar or something.

That reality of that thought wasn't that far from the truth as Nelson's original idea had been to take them a few miles further down the turnpike to the Pink Pelican, a notorious hangout for lesbian bikers. It was only the intervention of the other committee members that changed the venue, insisting that if they let Tim have his way, they might just wind up with no new members this year. The final challenge they'd come up with might be difficult, but not insurmountable.

"Okay boys," Tim said as he led them to the opening in the neck high wall that separated the vestibule from the rest of the bar, "the clock is running."

Thomas stepped into the bar with his roommate, Tyler Wayne, and was relived to see that the patrons spread out across the large tavern were exactly what one might expect. In fact, if anything, there seemed to be more women than men, which could only make their task easier. It was only when they got up to the bar that the two teens realized what was different about the crowd.

With only a few exceptions, just about everyone in the bar was twice their age. Sure there were twice as many women as men, but none of them looked to be anywhere under forty.

"I think I'm beginning to see Nelson's catch," Thomas said to Tyler.

"You think?" his blonde haired friend replied, pointing out a notice on the whiteboard on the wall that Wednesday was "Over 40's Night."

"Fuck!" Thomas said under his breath when he saw the sign.

Trying to at least look undaunted, the two teens continued up to the bar and ordered a near beer, the only legal drink they could. As they slowly sipped them, a look around the bar showed a few of their fellows already engaged in conversation with a few of the unattached women.

"Might as well go down in flames trying," Tyler said as he took a long drink from his glass, wishing it was something stronger. "I for one am not going to let Nelson win that easily."

"Me neither," Thomas agreed, draining his own glass, wishing he believed it himself.

The two split up and headed for opposite ends of the bar, each wondering if their best pick up lines might work on women old enough to be their mother.

An hour and a half later, they'd found that they certainly didn't. Only a few of the woman they approached and tried to buy drinks for actually went so far as to laugh at them, but none seemed to be interested in what they were offering. Discouraging as that was, more so was the fact that two other pledges had more success and were each seen walking out of the bar with a woman on their arms.

Thomas was watching Tyler talk to a dark-haired woman in blue over in a corner and based on the amount of time they'd been talking, it looked like his friend's luck might be changing. A conclusion proved false five minutes later when the brunette abruptly walked off.

Thomas was about to head over in Tyler's direction, thinking to compare notes and see what they might be doing wrong when someone called his name from one of the small tables. It was a woman's voice, one he didn't immediately recognize.

"Thomas, Thomas Jackson, is that you?" a short haired redhead asked as she rose from the table and walked towards the teen.

It took a few seconds for him to recognize her, after all, it had been almost three years since he'd see her, but once he did, he felt a mixture of delight and embarrassment.

"Aunt Caroline!" he said in surprise.

"My God, I thought it was you," the woman said as she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "I almost didn't recognize you, you've gotten so big."

If it hadn't been for the dim light in the bar, Thomas would've doubtlessly recognized her immediately. Standing almost a half foot below his own five foot five, the slim forty-one-year-old had been married to his Uncle Ken for almost ten years, having divorced him shortly after Thomas had turned sixteen.

"What in the world are you doing here?" Caroline asked. "How is everyone back home?"

"Everyone is fine," Thomas replied almost automatically, remembering that Caroline had taken back her maiden name and moved upstate after the divorce to start a new life, "and I'm going to school over in Fredrick Falls."

"My, it is a small world, isn't it," she smiled, "I live in Lafayette, that's only about a half-hour north of Fredrick Falls."

"Yeah, I guess it is," Thomas replied, thinking this night couldn't get any worse.

"But what are you doing here?" the redhead repeated. "I'm sure there are a lot of closer and much better places to hang out over by the college?"

"Well, I'm err ... I'm pledging a fraternity and ... well..." he stuttered.

"Hell week huh," Caroline smiled.

"Something like that," he answered, wishing it had only been a week.

"Been there, done that," she softly laughed, "you wouldn't believe the things I had to do back when I was pledging my sorority."

Not sure what to answer, Thomas just smiled.

"So what do they have you doing?" she asked curiously.

Thomas let out a loud sigh. There was no way he could explain what he was doing there. Not to his Aunt.

"Oh come on," Caroline urged him, "couldn't you always come to me with anything when you were younger. That hasn't changed."

"This is kind of embarrassing," Thomas admitted, hoping she would leave it at that.

"Those are the best kind of secrets to share," she grinned.

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