Page 37 of Frat Ghost Wingman

And after we won the second round of playoffs – hosted by UVM in Burlington –- all I got was a congratulatory text.

The massive houseparty Liam put on as part of our win was too big. And Liam’s plan to bring women to the party for the dudes of the house had worked, making it even harder to navigate than usual. I couldn’t even find Zach.

I took two shots and went back to our room. Despite scoring a hat trick and being named player of the game, all I wanted was to have a repeat of what happened after the last playoff game, but Zach was nowhere to be found.

I slammed the door, half-tipsy, half-angry. Kicking off my shoes and pulling off my socks, I headed to my bed, illuminated by my bedside lamp.

I wasn’t sure who put it there, but there it was. Zach’s lube. On my nightstand. If that wasn’t a sign, I don’t know what was.

“Strip.”

“Yes, sir.”

According to Zach, it was Jake, but in my head, tonight, it was Zach. Zach was going to tell me what to do.

“Jeans first.”

I unbuttoned the top, then slowly pulled the zipper down. Pushing from the top, I felt the fabric collapse down each leg. I was already hard, my cock straining against the thong’s flimsy pouch. I had worn a lacey one for luck today, and it had been provided. I didn’t wear it during the game – there’s no way it would keep my junk protected enough – but before and after.

Admittedly, it was exciting, wondering if anyone would notice.

“Your shirt.”

As the cool air in the room caressed my bare nipples, goosebumps peppered my upper body and absent-mindedly I flexed, watching myself in the mirror. The weights had been kind to me this year. I wondered for a second if I had locked the door, but realized I didn’t care. I wanted Zach to interrupt me.

I felt something grope my cock through the thin lace and I closed my eyes, imagining Zach were here, fondling me.

“Show me your cock.”

I put a finger in the waistband on both sides, and shimmied them down my legs, kicking them off with a flourish. I was now completely naked.

“Get on all fours. Face the wall.”

I didn’t want to look behind me. I heard the squirt of the lube and immediately gasped as the cold spread down my crack. I had no idea how this was actually happening, but I wasn’t going to question something I was enjoying so intently.

“Relax.”

The cold along my ass crack dissipated as the lube was spread and warmed, a continuous presence smeared it into the area. I twitched as something slender dipped into my hole. I had never played with myself back there before, but according to my leaking cock, I liked it.

“When the pressure builds, push back into it.”

I did as commanded. WIth every increase in pressure, I pushed against it and eventually I was rewarded with euphoria every time. It didn’t take long to give up all control. The voice knew what it was doing and ultimate pleasure was the end result.

My first orgasm caught me by surprise. Despite the overwhelming feelings my hole was relaying to my brain, it’s not as if there were the usual loud noises of sex to accompany it. Occasionally, my cock would slap against my stomach, and that, in addition to my moans, were the only sounds in the room.

When the first spurt erupted from my cock, I had to grab the headboard and hold on. As the rest of my orgasm racked my body, I practically lost consciousness. It was as if a steady stream of semen was being milked from me and I had no control over its end. The comforter was plastered with jizz and I didn’t care. The pressure on my ass was unrelenting as well. I had never experienced anything like it, and I wanted more.

I glanced down as the last of my cum dribbled out of the end of my cock and smiled.

“That was amazing.”

“That was nothing.”

CHAPTER 12

ZACHARY

The moans coming out of our room were more pornographic than anything I had ever seen online. Whoever was with Teo was giving him the sex of his life and I was completely aroused because of it.