Free My Fraternity Big Brother by Natasha Palmer

Chapter 1
    I dribbled the ball slowly up the court looking around at my teammates to see whom I would pass to. I was playing in a rush event for a fraternity I wanted to join. It was skins versus shirts and the potential pledges, aka myself, were the skins. The rest of the fraternity and the potential pledges were on the sides cheering us on.
    The game was 10-10. The next point would win. I was playing point guard because I was only 5’9, the shortest guy on my team. I looked right towards a guy named Todd who was in the corner. Sweat dripped from his long hair and down his muscular hairless chest. No. Too risky of a pass.
    I looked at the bottom of the basket where Patrick was posted up. He had scored most of our points. He was the tallest and biggest of our team, probably around six feet six inches with quite the beer belly. The guy has to like his Twinkies.
    He had his hand up in the air waving for the ball. I could probably feed it to him. Hehe. I’ll pass it to him. That’s a better word choice. Do a quick crossover, fake right, go left and give it to him in his sweet spot.
    I reached the top of the key. Let’s do this. “Take the shot pretty boy,” Travis said looking me in the eyes. He spread his thick muscular legs and crouched down ready to guard me. His ripped left arm shot forward to try to steal the ball and I swatted it away.
    “Don’t think I can make it?” I asked him grinning.
    “No I don’t.”
    “Willing to bet on it?”
    “I think that is doable.”
    “Stop flirting over there you fags,” the fraternity guy guarding Patrick said.
    “Ignore that douchebag. You have a girlfriend right?” he asked me.
    “Yeah,” I said. I dribbled it to the right. I passed the ball to Todd.
    “Oh lame,” Travis said.
    Todd did a few dribbles and then passed the ball right back to me. “Come again,” I said holding the ball in my hands. “So what’s the bet?”
    “You can’t sleep with your girlfriend for a week,” he said.
    “Deal.” I bent my knees, pulled the ball up like I was going to shoot, and then shot up onto my tippy toes making sure not to leave the ground. Travis bit the bait. I He jumped up to try to block my shot. I pulled the ball down, dribbled it around him and forwards to the basket. The douchebag fraternity guy guarding Patrick stepped up to block me. Instead of shooting, I passed the ball to Patrick who was wide open and he sunk the layup.
    My teammates and the potential pledges on the sidelines shouted in joy. My teammates shouted to me that I made a nice pass. I raised my fist and pumped it in exultation. I turned around to see if Travis was pissed off at me.
    He walked towards me with a smile on his face. “Fuck you Travis. Why’d you have to jump? You’re an idiot,” the douchebag fraternity said. I’d later learn that his name was Alex.
    “Relax. It’s a game,” Travis said.
    “You’re a pussy,” Alex said before walking away. Everyone else started leaving to go back to the fraternity house and hang out.
    Travis walked over to me and stuck out his hand. “Goodjob. You guys won.”
    I grabbed his large hand and felt his hand squeeze mine tightly. I squeezed tightly back since it isn’t “manly” to give a weak handshake. “Thanks,” I said smiling.
    He released my hand. “Nice handshake. Large hands too. Means you got a big dick,” he said laughing.
    “I don’t know if that is true,” I said awkwardly.
    “So you don’t have a big dick?”
    “No. I mean. Uh,” I said fumbling for words.
    “I’m fucking with you man,” he said flashing his grin.
    Damn his teeth are perfect. “Oh okay.”
    “Some of the other guys will say shit like that and not be joking about it though. They will try to make you feel less and say you have a small one and make fun of you for it. Yet if you say you have a big one, they will say show me and most guys won’t because they don’t have a big one they just say it then they’ll defend themselves for not showing it.