Page 53 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“I’m fairly certain it won’t be a problem,” he answered.

I immediately thought of Teo fingering himself and I wondered if he had thought about what sex between us would be like. My eyes drifted down to his lips, and then his chest, dusted by a hint of dark hair. In that position, his bicep was pronounced.

“Like what you see?”

I met Teo’s eyes again. “I’ve always liked it.”

Teo smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“If you don’t mind a little morning breath.”

Within a second, Teo’s lips were pressed against mine. His hand stopped touching my dick–it was now cradling my cheek–but that didn’t matter. His kiss felt a thousand times more sexual. It helped that when he shifted his body, his dick pressed against my leg. He was just as hard as I was.

All too soon it was over. He dipped his head, bashfully, then rested it against my chest, settling into the nook between my neck and shoulder.

“Was that okay?”

“It was more than okay, Teo.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about doing that again since yesterday.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I kind of skipped over that and went straight for your cock. I mean, it was hard not to since your body was so inviting. But to be clear, this isn’t just about sex for me.”

“Same for me,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d like nothing more than to fuck you until you’re cumming all over the place, but-”

Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.

“Is that what you want?”

There was no point in lying. “Yeah.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“It is?”

“I was nervous I was going to have to take the lead and honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Why did you think you were going to take the lead?” I thought I knew the answer already, but I might as well confirm.

“I don’t know. I guess since you’re shorter than me, I figured-”

“You figured I was a bottom?”

Teo buried his face in my armpit. Even muffled, I heard him say, “I know. It’s silly. I should’ve realized it’s not based on height.”

“Or shyness or intelligence or athleticism,” I added.

He pulled his face out of its hiding place and looked me straight in the eye. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. I’m well aware of the stereotype that the bottom is always the small one in the relationship.”

“You’re certainly not small,” he said, his hand trailed down my stomach to wrap itself around my cock again.

“Mmm. Trying flattery now, are we?”

“Is it working? Wait a minute, is this a relationship?”