Page 78 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Fine.” Zach got up, grabbed his cup of noodles and came back.

I watched in fascination as he grabbed a chopstick full – I couldn’t use those things – and proceeded to drop them straight onto my butt.

Oooh. They were still warm.

“I’ll eat the fucking noodles, but I’m using your ass as my plate.”

Zach wasn’t joking. He practically dove in mouth-first. His tongue did not discriminate between my flesh and the noodles. He was licking and slurping everywhere.

I kept thinking this was it, he must be done, but every time he finished, he added more noodles. His tongue definitely made contact with my hole and that was something new. Even on Jake’s best day, it was just pressure. Not the heat, not the wetness. Zach tonguing my hole while slurping fucking noodles was way hotter than it should be.

“No, you’re not-”

He had the whole cup in his hand now.

“You wanted this, Teo. Just lie there and take the rimjob.”

Slowly but surely Zach poured the broth in between my cheeks. The warm fluid trickled down into his waiting mouth where he sucked it up. It probably only lasted a minute or two, but the feeling of it – the attention his mouth was giving me down there – was like nothing I’d ever felt.

“Fuck, Zach.”

“I knew you’d warm up to the idea.”

The cup was set aside, my cheeks were spread apart, and it felt like Zach’s tongue was inside me.

“Ohhh.” A slutty moan made its escape from my lips and I couldn’t help but grind into the couch. Zach’s strong hands had started to knead my ass while his tongue kept my hole wet.

“To answer your question, your ass is a thousand times better than his. Than anyone’s. It should be carved into marble and enshrined in the Louvre.”

To be honest, I always thought I had a great ass, but it was nice to hear someone else say it.

“Get up on all fours.”

I did as Zach instructed. The relentless assault on my ass continued, but Zach added a hand to my dick.

“I want you to cum for me.”

I could do that. I could definitely do that.

Embarrassingly, I was close within a few minutes. “Grab a towel or something!”

Zach’s hand and tongue only left their targets for a few seconds. I felt a brush of fabric against the head of my dick – I didn’t bother looking to see what he found – and then his hand was back and I was close again.

“Oh God.” I was practically fucking Zach’s hand. “I’m cumming, Zach. Fuck!”

My first rimjob was over, but his hand kept pumping, though it got slower with each stroke, milking the rest of my load out slowly. I glanced down between my legs. Zach’s shirt was on the couch, covered in my cum. That’s what he had grabbed.

I turned to see his bare torso and he met my glance with a smile.

“That was hot,” he said.

“You’re telling me. Fuck! I just wanted to tease you.” I pushed myself off the couch and slowly stood up, stretching my arms over my head.

“Bullshit! You wanted attention. You can’t traipse around naked in front of your boyfriend and not expect to be mauled.” Zach leaned forward and sucked the head of my softened dick into his mouth for a few seconds.

“Easy, killer. He’s already given all he can give right now.”

“Yeah, he has. My shirt looks like a cup of yogurt exploded.”