Page 77 of Frat Ghost Wingman

Zach grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me towards him. I was surprised when he licked my cheek, but as soon as I realized what he was doing, I kissed him. It was an incredible turn-on to be making out with his cum on our lips.

“Sorry I got it in your eye.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t have a lot of room down there.”

“Close your eyes.”

I flinched as I felt a warmth cover my eyelid and shivered when I felt his tongue run along it. The unmistakable sound of sucking soon followed and then stopped.

“I think that got most of it.”

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yeah,” Zach answered, surprising me with another kiss. “Of course.”

It was almost time to drive home for Christmas break.

With my finals done, I did all I could to support Zach the last two days, bringing what seemed like half the kitchen up to our room to maximize his time. I had just finished making him some instant noodles for dinner when he looked up from his computer to ask, “Do you want to tell anyone about us when we’re home?”

“Like our parents?” I asked, surprised he was taking a break from studying.

“Sure, or any of our friends from high school we see.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.” I was honest. The frat knowing made sense because we lived with them. They’d notice.

“I mean, I’m not gonna pressure you or anything, but I kind of think my parents already suspect I’m gay.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

Zach shrugged. “Just a feeling. Plus, my mom bought me that Orlando Bloom poster”–Zach pointed to the wall above his bed–“as a frat-warming present. I think she knows.”

Before I could stop myself, I said, “Your cock is bigger than his.”

“How do you know that? You saw those photos?”

“Yeah, are you surprised?”

“A little.” Then Zach admitted, “I saw them too. His ass is nice and plump.”

“Nicer than mine?”

“Hmm, I might need another look to decide.”

“Not right now, mister. You’re supposed to be studying, and your noodles are getting cold.”

Zach pouted, but picked up the ramen and started eating. His eyes went back to reading whatever he was looking at on his laptop.

I went to take a piss, then on a whim while I was washing my hands decided to strip down and take a shower.

Ten minutes later, I was completely dry and wearing only socks. If he needed to see my ass again to compare it to a gorgeous British actor, then so be it.

Half-hard, I walked back out into our room, grabbed my earbuds, and turned the TV on. I flopped onto the couch, stomach-side down, so I was facing away from Zach, which meant my bare ass was on full display for him.

I didn’t even get through the cold opening of The Office before I felt his hands on me. Popping my earbud out, I looked over my shoulder and said, “See something you like?”

“You’re kind of a brat, you know that? I’m supposed to be studying.”

“No, you’re supposed to be eating your noodles, then studying.”