Page 32 of Frat Ghost Wingman

The awkward silence hung between us, until he said, “I’ve been hearing a voice too.”

“What kind of stuff does it say?” I wondered if Jake was as sexual with Teo.

“Random shit.” Teo shrugged.

I could tell he wasn’t going to say more than that, so I made for the door. His suggestion of just chilling together sounded incredibly relaxing and needed. It didn’t matter that he was naked moments ago and I saw everything. We could stay friends and do friend stuff. Totally.

Surprisingly, we ended up doing a lot of friend stuff in the next two weeks, and it was great. Jake hadn’t made a vocal appearance in that time – to me, anyway – and Teo hadn’t mentioned it since the day I saw his dick.

It was kind of hard to forget that. I had jacked off to the memory of it more times than I cared to admit.

The Middleton soccer team made the playoffs for the second consecutive season. Teo was humble about it – that was his way – but having watched every home game and at least half of the away ones, I knew it was largely because of his presence. Well, his skills mattered too, but he was also a boost to his teammates’ attitudes and it showed.

I was sitting in between the twins again, cheering on the guys. I guessed they each had a guy on the team they were eyeing, but they both refused to admit that’s why they were here, continuing to voice their support for our brother, Teo.

I hadn’t been to this stadium before. We were at Rutherford, somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania. Despite driving south, there was a definite nip in the air. I had a long-sleeve thermal on underneath my hoodie. Not that it mattered. With a beefy twin on each side, I might as well have been between two space heaters.

Jayden drove us down, which was nice because I had a fairly important assignment for ecology due on Monday. I sat in the back of their extended cab truck and worked on it, while they chatted quietly in the front about who-knew-what. I was focused. I didn’t want to do it all at the last minute when we got back tomorrow. I felt comfortable with what I had finished on the ride; I only needed to give it one last read through.

Despite the home field advantage, Rutherford didn’t seem ready for Teo’s accuracy or Evan’s speed. After a slow and scoreless first half, Middleton scored four unanswered goals in the second. My bestie was responsible for two of those.

The twins kept their shirts on, which was unusual. In fact, when confronted with the fact that they both stopped at one beer, they changed the subject and asked me about my ecology project. I had no idea what the two were up to, but I didn’t want to know. I was sure I’d find out soon enough.

With the stands clearing, the twins asked if I’d be good on my own. We weren’t driving back tonight since it was so late. I nodded, forgoing a sarcastic goodbye. Pulling out my phone, I opened Grindr. It was a bad habit, but I always logged on whenever I visited a new campus with the team. I’d yet to find anything worthwhile, but sometimes just flirting was fun.

A panoply of shirtless torsos filled my screen. I glanced around, the stands empty, and started scrolling. I didn’t have a chance to message anyone.

PickAH0le: How r u?

This should be good.

ZachMagic: Doing alright. You?

PickAH0le: I just found out my dog died.

Jesus Christ.

ZachMagic: Sorry to hear that.

PickAH0le: Thanks, r u hung?

Well, yes, but that’s still a block. Next!

BallBoy22: Helloooooo, stud!

His photo was promising at least. Ripped stomach, hairless chest. If it was real.

ZachMagic: Thanks for the compliment. Not too bad yourself.

BallBoy22: Looking for a quick fuck, you?

ZachMagic: Definitely.

BallBoy22: We just got our ass handed to us on the field and I need to be punished.

ZachMagic: You play soccer?

BallBoy22: Yeah, my entire team’s pissed at me and the only way I’m gonna feel better is getting railed by an enormous cock. You really eight inches?