Page 23 of Frat Ghost Wingman

Okay, so we weren’t homophobic, but language like that was definitely off-putting and I could tell Zach was uncomfortable.

“Not yet, Liam. Just having a bro night.”

Liam nodded. “Totally get it. Sometimes bros are better, am I right?” He stumbled again, leaning into me, and this time, it was more than a fondle. He groped my ass.

“Hey, Mateo, I need your help in the bathroom.”

I didn’t have time to react. Zach grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Liam and out of the house.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Away from that douchebag!” was the only answer I got. Zach was still chugging along, dragging me outside.

He must’ve finally realized how cold it was because he finally stopped.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even think. You must be freezing.”

“I’ll be okay for a bit. He was just-”

“I don’t care what you’re about to say. He was groping you and I wasn’t going to let him. At best, it’s inappropriate. At worst…thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.”

I had never seen Zach so worked up. I didn’t know what to say, so I stood there. His hand was still wrapped tightly around mine. The noise of the party seemed to diminish.

My heartbeat jumped as Zach put his other hand on my waist. I shivered and broke whatever spell his touch had cast.

“Shit. We need to get you back inside. I’d hate it if you got sick because of me.”

“Let’s just go in the back door and sneak up to our room,” I suggested. “We can watch a movie or-”

“Suck him off.”

“-whatever.”

He hadn’t seemed to hear the voice that time, so when he answered, “Sure,” I relaxed, knowing he meant the movie.

I would’ve wondered if someone spiked my drink, but I had heard the voice before. It was probably just the sexual energy of the party.

I wanted to shower to warm up, but I didn’t want Zach to have to wait for me, and he was still bashful about showering together. Instead, I slipped the loincloth and thong off, and traded them for a pair of sweats and a threadbare t-shirt.

“You want me to wash your uniform?” Zach asked.

He was standing in nothing but a jockstrap, holding everything he had worn in a nicely folded pile in front of him.

When did his chest get so big?

“Earth to Mateo!”

“So-sorry, you don’t need to wash it. I’ll take it.” I walked over to grab my uniform and my eyes couldn’t help but stare at his dark nipples. They were much bigger than mine, and plump.

“Suckable is what they are.”

I turned, thankful to be out of the loincloth, to put my stuff away, as my dick came to life again. It wasn’t just the voice, or Zach’s confession that he was gay. Something else was different, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“What are we watching?”

I put my uniform away and headed to the couch, purposefully ignoring a half-naked Zach.

“The Witcher?” I suggested, stealing a glance. He pulled his jockstrap off and slipped an oversized shirt over his head. I watched long enough to see it drop down to cover his butt. “What are you wearing?!”