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Aiden throws his head back with a hearty laugh. “Haven’t you heard? Sexual experimentation is in. Plus, this is a pretty liberal campus.”
“Good to know.” I’d gotten that impression when I toured it, but after the last year it’s hard to take acceptance at face value. “I haven’t thought much about fraternities. Honestly, I don’t even know what frat this is. I followed the crowd.”
“It’s Sigma Rho.” He grins proudly.
“I’m sorry, but I have no idea what that means.”
“It’s like lacrosse, lesser known than football but way cooler.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh, something I don’t think I’ve done in… God, I can’t even remember when. I almost don’t recognize it. Come to think of it, I barely recognize the burn in my cheeks, although I’m pretty sure that’s because I haven’t smiled in ages either, and they’re atrophied, not overused.
“You wouldn’t be biased, would you?” I ask.
“Me?” Aiden points to his chest. “Never. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
I follow as Aiden leads me through the house, showing me the common areas, the bedrooms—which he doesn’t try to corner me in—and back to the kitchen for another beer. We don’t see the chapter room because apparently that’s off limits unless you’re a member, and I don’t mind. While I enjoy my tour and meeting all Aiden’s friends, I’m not sure I enjoy it to the level of wanting to sign up. It’s something to consider though, if I decide Greek life is what I want.
“Are parties always this popular?” I pull my shirt away from my body to get some air on my skin, hoping the thin sheen of sweat I feel isn’t noticeable.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Aiden gives me a bashful smile. “Want to head out back? It’ll be a lot cooler.”
“Lead the way.”
We weave through the tightly packed crowd until we get to the patio door, and while it’s too early for the air to be considered cold, it’s definitely cooler at this altitude without the sun. I shiver involuntarily.
“Cold?” Aiden asks.
“Nah, it’s just a bit of a shock after being inside. It feels good, though. I’m surprised there aren’t more people out here.” I look around, noting only a few people on the scattered lawn furniture, and most of them are either making out or look like they will be any second.
Aiden follows my gaze, giving me another bashful smile. “Yeah, it sort of turns into Make Out Point after enough beers. That’s not why I suggested coming out here, though.”
“So, you aren’t interested?” Oh shit, did I just imply I want to hook up? I totally did. I guess that wouldn’t be the worst way to end the evening considering it’s been ages since I’ve even kissed another guy, let alone felt the hard press of another shaft sliding along mine.
“I didn’t say that.” Aiden bites his lip suggestively, and my long-neglected cock takes notice, eager for something other than my hand to bring it relief.
“Good.”
Aiden doesn’t ask me to elaborate, just takes my hand and guides me to a nearby tree. It’s big enough to offer some semblance of privacy and support my weight when he presses me against it, crashing our mouths together.
For a nice guy, Aiden’s a pretty aggressive kisser, and since I’m so desperate for touch, any kind of touch really, I don’t care. Lips and teeth and tongues war for dominance as we rut against each other, our rigid erections coming together with such urgency there’s a tiny twinge of discomfort from my zipper amid the pleasure. But I’m too full of lust to stop.
A soft, guttural moan rumbles up my throat as I savor the friction on my shaft, which Aiden takes as an invitation for more. His eager fingers undo my pants, freeing my cock, and I mirror his movements so that I can feel him against me.
As we slide along each other, a warm hand dips between my legs and cups my sac, squeezing and tugging. My sharp inhale morphs into a contented sigh, and Aiden smiles against my lips. “I was right.”
“What?” I gasp.
“You do have a pair on you.” He rolls my balls between his fingers, and I chuckle softly before spearing my tongue into his mouth.
As we devour each other, his firm hand engulfs both of us and starts pumping. Slowly at first, then with increased urgency as our hips start to rock back and forth. My cock is sandwiched between Aiden’s own and his fist. The delicious push and pull of our frotting has my heart beating to an accelerated tempo. Breathless grunts punctuate each thrust of my hips as I rut against him, chasing the high of release.
I’m vaguely aware of the echo of sex drifting through the woods around us, the occasional glance from other horny coeds looking for their own spot to get it on. I wouldn’t classify myself as a voyeur or an exhibitionist, but in this moment the atmosphere adds to my excitement, building my impending release. Especially when I notice a particularly solid guy glance in our direction for a moment too long.
There’s something vaguely familiar about him, but before I can place what it is, Aiden’s grip gets tighter, faster, and I’m once again lost to my bliss.
As I careen toward release I have a brief moment where I wish this sensation could last longer. But my dry spell has left my body ill prepared to hold out, and I’m in no condition to prolong this encounter. The best I can do is save face and hopefully boost Aiden’s ego.
“Fuck you’re good at this. I’m close. Too close,” I mumble against Aiden’s lips.
