Page 19 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“You’re not gonna find me like that.”

“Well, then, how the fuck am I going to find you?”

“Just relax.”

Well, that was easier said than done with a noncorporeal voice likely haunting me, but I gave it a try. Smooshing the pillows back into place, I found my bookmark–a photo of me and Teo this past summer at the beach–and started reading again.

Sebastian pushed his waistband down and as soon as it cleared his hips, the shorts fell to the floor. His dick was hard, but that’s not what he wanted to show me. He slowly turned, grabbing a cheek with each hand and pulled, spreading them apart.

“It’s about time you fucked me, Mav. Get that monster over here and pound me.”

It wasn’t exactly literature, but it kept me entertained.

“That’s it.”

“First things first.”

Maverick grabbed Sebastian’s hair and shoved his face downward.

“Open up, stud. Get my dick nice and wet.”

“Not much more room in here.”

The button on my jeans popped open and before I could get back to the scene, I watched my zipper unzip itself.

“What the fuck?”

My surprise was interrupted by an intense wave of pleasure as something grabbed my cock through the fabric of my jockstrap and squeezed gently.

“I don’t even know your name.” Like that was really what I should be concerned about.

“It’s Jake.”

I forced a laugh. “Like Jake from State Farm.”

“Just Jake.”

I should’ve been more concerned. I would’ve liked to ask more questions. And I could’ve got the fuck out of there. But I didn’t.

Instead I was fascinated. Watching an invisible hand pull my hard cock out from behind the jockstrap pouch was otherworldly. It was careful enough to free my balls too, letting them settle against the coolness of my open jean zipper. It was like my cock had come alive. The head of my cock kept reappearing every time the foreskin was pulled back, my balls bouncing in time with the invisible strokes.

With the mixture of the football noises below and Jake telling me how hot my cock was, I had never been more turned on in my life. I shivered as an invisible fingertip swirled its way under my foreskin and slicked the shaft with the precum it had gathered.

“Oh, fuck.”

It was like using the clear Fleshjack. I could see the veins in my cock practically pulsing with each stroke. The slippery head of my cock was a perfectly dark pink now, my balls tight under the shaft. This spirit – that was my best guess for now – knew his way around a cock.

I heard the metal stairs creak before Teo called my name.

With no time to stuff my cock back into my pants, I just grabbed a pillow. But the stroking wasn’t stopping.

Fuck!

“Hey, you watching us from up here?” Teo’s head popped into view.

Please don’t come any further.

I could barely keep myself from humping the pillow. I had crushed the head of my cock against the fabric, but that sensation combined with Jake’s strokes was the perfect edger.