Chad struggled with the bags of groceries. It looked like he would be feeding an army. He somehow managed to carry ten big plastic grocery bags from the grocery to fraternity row. He found himself sweating and panting in front of his brother Brad's fraternity house.
He blinked. This was where he belonged. He headed up the walkway to the front door. A dozen burly jocks poured out of the front door.
"Whoa! Brad, this was your studly bro?"
"Hey, what can I say. The suit always fits," Brad replied.
As the jocks swarmed around Chad he popped a boner as two dozen big hands groped and felt him up. Somehow he managed to hold on to all the bags. He put his foot on the first step. A heavy hand gripped his shoulder.
"Uh,uh. Houseboys use the rear entrance. You'll find a big red notebook on the kitchen counter. Read it. We'll be back at 6:30 sharp for dinner. Make sure it's ready when we get back," Brad said pulling Chad off the step.
"Yes, sir," Chad heard himself reply. He was embarrassed as he realized he had blown his load, and his trousers were a sticky mess. He hoped no one noticed.
Brad noticed.
"And boy, you're a mess! After you read your manual, get yourself cleaned up in the basement. Remember dinner ready at 6:30 sharp or you get spanked," scolded Brad. He had come up behind Chad, put his hand on his shoulder, and now turned him to face the side path around the side of the house to the back service entry.
Brad added, "Get moving, boy."
As Chad started to walk down the path. He felt an open hand hit his butt so hard it lifted him off the ground, and he popped another woody. His face turned beet red. The jocks huddling together on the sidewalk burst into laughter. Laughing Brad joined them.
As he reached the corner of the old mansion that now served as a fraternity house, Chad saw a small black metal sign that read, "Service Entrance" with an arrow drawn to indicate around the corner. Chad proceeded around to the service entrance. It made sense. He was the house boy, why would he use the main entrance?