Page 11 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“It’s okay. You can touch yourself.”

“Fuck, yeah. Swallow my dick. Take it all the way to the base.”

I ran my fingers through his hair as his nose nestled itself in my pubes.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Stroke it. Stroke your cock.”

The muffled reply was all I needed to hear before-

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth. Hard. You ready?”

“Zach!”

What?

“Zachary Shea Cavallo!”

I opened my eyes and Mateo León Decker was staring at me, and my right hand was wrapped around my hard dick, which was – I glanced down – extremely visible via the tented blanket. I let go immediately and ignored it.

“What’s up?” I looked up at Teo who stood next to my bed, wearing just boxers. I wouldn't be getting softer any time soon.

“You were so loud. You woke me up, dude.”

Oh God. I threw my head against the pillow. “What was I saying?”

He laughed. “It kind of turned me on a little. You were letting some chick have it. She was choking on your, you know.” He gestured to the tent.

It was funny he couldn't say the word. There were so many.

Penis. Cock. Dick. Member. Erection. Boner. Johnson. Prick. Schlong.

“It felt so real, Teo, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wish my dreams were that fucking good.”

I remembered last night and in an uncharacteristically blunt moment, I said, “Who needs dreams when you have the Bang Room?”

The silence in the room was interrupted by that voice again. Distinctly male this time.

“Tell him the truth.”

There was no way I could do that now. My fucking boner still wasn’t gone.

“I didn't think you knew about that.”

“What does that mean?”

He sighed, then said, “The truth is, Zach, that I haven’t fucked a single girl I’ve brought to the Bang Room. Ever.”

Okay. Just how many have there been?

“I can tell you’re surprised, but let me explain. I know I’m expected to like girls. I’m a jock, I’m good-looking – shut it – I’m in a fraternity. But I just don’t feel anything when I’m with them, which sounds awful, so I don’t sleep with them. Instead of trying to explain my brand of sexuality to everyone, I find the drunkest girl at the party, take her to the Bang Room when she can barely stand, let her rest, give her water, tylenol, whatever she needs, and the next day or earlier, we go our separate ways.”

His brand of sexuality?

“So–I have so many questions–you’re what, like, the savior of drunk chicks?”