Page 102 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Let me guess. You don’t want to ask him because you don’t want him to know that you’re not invincible?”

“Can we just start lifting?”

“Don’t change the subject! Are those new workout pants?”

This was going to be exactly what I needed.

Thirty minutes later and my head was clearer. Evan helped me to see that asking Zach for help would make our relationship stronger. As Evan pointed out so shrewdly, I’d want Zach to ask me for help if he needed it.

“Your ass is lighting up, bro.”

“Thanks.” I had been working on my glutes a lot lately. Hearing a compliment from Evan meant it was paying off.

“No, I mean there’s a light in between your…dude.” Evan leaned down and whispered. “Are you wearing a light-up buttplug?”

“Um.” I lowered the weight rack slowly until it came to rest, then tried to look at my hole. Impossible, of course. “I didn’t know it lit up. You can see it?”

“Yeah, right through your white pants. Kind of hard to miss it. It’s just”–he gestured–“right there.”

We were at the leg press and I had to laugh. “Zach didn’t tell me it lit up.”

“Jesus.”

I stood up and walked over to the mirrored wall and bent over to look.

“No shame.” Evan was pacing next to me.

“There it is,” I said.

“Of course, there it is. Did you think I would make it up? Stand up!” He grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled. “Someone’s going to see your twinkling asshole. Fuck, you need to get fucked!”

“So you’re gonna ask Zach for help?”

Evan was grilling me after we had showered.

“Yes, I promise.”

“And you owe me for today. A night of all the drinks I want to forget about your southern lights.”

While we were alone in the locker room showers, I removed the twinkling anal toy, washed it, and slipped it into my gym bag.

“I wish I could say that’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen, but I can’t” was all Evan said at that moment.

“Do I want to know?” I asked.

“Get me drunk enough and maybe I’ll talk about it.”

I certainly wasn’t going to let that stop me. After we were mostly dressed, I asked, “What about your love life? You’ve seen…well, you know about mine. Any developments I need to know about?”

Evan sighed. “It’s complicated. I’m officially seeing two…people.”

People?

I tried to keep my voice indifferent. “People?”

“Don’t judge me. You’re the one with the Main Street Electrical Parade in your pants,” Evan said. “I’m experimenting, okay? It’s two guys.”

Holy shit!