The Irate Frat Brother
by Evan Mockler
Years ago, I was a general manager at a Chili's.
We had a young patron pass out at the bar … I’m talking blond head on the bar, drooling! I asked the bartender how much she had served the youth. She said two tall beers. Clearly, he had been drinking before he arrived.
It took me at least five minutes to wake the boy up. He was a good-looking kid too. He looked under the legal age to be hanging out at anyone’s bar… and I’ll just bet he was part of some fraternity. He had honey blond hair and gray eyes. He stood about six feet even and had feet, from what I could guesstimate, had to be at least size thirteen.
When he was finally half awake, he became cranky and combative. “What the fuck man?!!”, “Back off fucker!” He stumbled off of his bar stool and took a swing at me… and missed… and hit the floor.
I helped him up, sat him back on the stool and tried to explain to him that I was trying to help him. It took me about 15 minutes to persuade him to leave or I would have to call the police. I told him I would call a cab and he finally agreed to walk outside and wait for a cab.
I didn’t feel comfortable leaving him out there alone next to a very busy street. I didn’t want to be liable for him stumbling into the street and getting hit by a car, so I went with him.
He spent the next 15 minutes swearing at me. He called me every name in the book and threatened to kick my ass multiple times. Finally, some friends of his showed up and I went back to work after wasting at least 45 minutes of my life. I kept thinking about his big feet though. I have that fetish, so thinking about what those two gunboats looked like bare shouldn’t surprise anyone.
I later heard that, during an earlier party, Kelsey (the kid who was only nineteen but in possession of a fake ID) reportedly consumed enough alcohol between drinks of beer, vodka and whiskey to accrue a .378 blood alcohol concentration, more than 4.5 times the legal driving limit. How he ended up at our bar is anybody’s guess.
Now here is where the story gets “funny”….
A police sergeant friend of mine filled me in on what became of our young drunk later. Around 12:30 a.m. some equally young fellows took an unconscious Kelsey back to their fraternity house at 3601 Apple St. and brought him to his room.
“His frat brothers didn’t wake him up at all,” Sgt. Jonas Helms said in a 2014 Daily Breeze article. “They checked on him when they brought him back to the house, and one of his bros, Eddie Mockler, did something weird while Kelsey was in his drunken slumber.”
Eddie bathed him in gentle kisses and sucked upon his flaccid penis while he slept.
He then returned to the unconscious boy's feet and kissed his whitish-pink toes softly, in succession. Then Eddie began licking and nibbling at the nineteen-year-old's toes as the lad very slowly recovered from his drugged daze and began to giggle and squirm at his captor's ministrations. Eddie tasted between each of the blond youth’s toes and felt an ecstasy like never before in his life. He lapped at the bottom of Kelsey's big feet, tasting the sweetness of the young skin on his tongue. He rotated the left foot and put the side of the passed-out lad’s foot between his teeth, rubbing up and down the length of it for a moment. Then he turned the size 13 foot back around and chewed lightly on the area just underneath the toes. His desire to lick his handsome young frat brother became a yearning to eat and swallow the beautiful boy’s body. This foot obsession continued a couple more minutes and didn’t even end when the blond nineteen-year-old suddenly regained his senses.
Eddie ended up in cuffs, but he got out of trouble because Kelsey never pressed charges.