Page 44 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Hey man, if you need the room, I can leave.”

“No! You can stay!”

“And watch?”

It took me until Zach said, “I was kidding,” to figure out he was kidding.

“Let’s hope you clear your head before the games this weekend,” Zach said, messing up my hair before he turned, comic in hand, and walked away, leaving me hard, breathless, and needy for him to touch me again.

I did clear my head.

Of everything other than Zach.

Obviously, I was attracted to him – my dick proved that – and I already loved him. He had been my best friend for my entire life. But that kind of love was something two people had to share, and I wasn’t naive enough to think that just because I had feelings for him and he was gay that we would automatically be a perfect couple.

I wasn’t convinced I should tell him. He’d probably think it was because I was striking out with the girls and just horny, but looking back, even in high school, I only fucked girls because that’s what I was supposed to do.

I didn’t think of anything when I jacked off back then either; it just felt good. And I always closed my eyes during sex. A set of lips on anyone’s dick and they’d get off, right?

Shit, this guy’s a pain in the ass.

He was dribbling left and right, passing the ball between his legs, trying to fake me out. I just had to wait and watch his hips.

Now!

I lunged forward with my left foot, knocking the ball out from under him, then continued my circle around him and bolted down the field. He couldn’t catch up. A tap every few strides and I was within striking distance. Quickly glancing to my left, I saw Evan had matched my movement; his defender was no match for him, falling behind with each second. At the penalty marker, the sole opponent left seemed conflicted for half a second before deciding to confront me, but by then, it was too late.

Pausing my all-out sprint just before the byline, I pulled up short and crossed the ball in front of the net. I stood, watching, almost in slow motion, as Evan’s left foot met the ball perfectly about a foot off the ground and he drilled it into the back of the net.

At that range and with Evan’s power, the goalie didn’t have a chance.

Evan, who I had immediately tackled with a hug, and I were soon buried beneath a pile of our teammates. It would turn out to be the only goal of the game.

Three days later…

I expected Zach to be at the house, but maybe he didn’t know when we were coming back.

Teo: Where you at? I’m back!

Zach: Gym.

Zach: Welcome back.

I tossed my suitcase on my bed, packed a quick gym bag, grabbed a knit cap from the coat rack and headed back out. It was the longest we had been apart in months and I was feeling it. I was actually considering telling him about my recent sexual epiphanies.

Evan had hooked up with someone again after we won the championship, leaving me in our room alone, so I had a lot of time to think. And edge myself with PornHub. I had so many questions for Zach, but I wasn’t sure I should mention feelings at the same time, though if I just focused on sex, he’d think I was the typical frat bro looking for…well, dick, actually.

The campus must’ve had a storm while we were in St. Louis. The grounds were covered in four inches or so of pristine white powder. None of it had melted yet, so there wasn’t any brown slush anywhere ruining the vibe. This was one of the reasons I loved Middleton. It was one of the most beautiful campuses I had seen.

There was a time when Zach and I had fucked with our dads and pretended to look at other schools. Well, we did actually look, but we knew Middleton was our school. We just wanted to see them sweat, and maybe get an extended trip out of it.

I approached the gym from the west, so it wasn’t until I walked around the south side that the floor to ceiling windows came into view. They overlooked the majority of the sports fields; the lockers were at the back with the pool on the north side. It didn’t look busy for a Sunday and Zach was easy to find.

His auburn curls were already plastered to his forehead. Unless he wanted to really get a workout, I might be just escorting him home.

As I entered, I was surprised he hadn’t seen me yet, but he was pacing by the free weight benches. He lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and I stopped in my tracks. His stomach rivaled my own.

Fuck.