Page 25 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Wow! If I didn’t know any better, you tried to seduce me last night with your nightshirt. Sleep shorts would’ve been too obstructive. This way, you just hike your shirt up to your chin and shove it in my face, is that it?”

Teo sat up, allowing me to pull my shirt back down.

“Hey, I didn’t do anything. You’re the one who must’ve gone bobbing for wang.”

Teo shrugged. “I’m not a dick connoisseur, but it doesn’t look very big. You know, if you trim your pubes more, your dick will look bigger. I hear guys like that.”

“You ass!” I slammed him in the face with the pillow that moments before had been behind my head. “How do you know what guys like?”

Teo smiled and I willed my heart not to melt. “Just trying to make you feel less guilty for making a pass at me.”

I ignored that dig, knowing he was just trying to rile me up, and went back to his small dick comment. “Have you ever heard of growers versus showers?”

Teo shook his head.

“It’s a way to classify soft dicks. Some guys – like me – have really small soft dicks, but they grow, and get really big when hard. They’re called growers. Other guys have big, floppy soft dicks already showing and the change in size when hard isn’t as pronounced. Thus, the term showers.”

“That’s really a thing?” Teo asked.

“Yup.”

“I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to make yourself feel better.”

Was he challenging me?

“You want me to crank it right here and show you?”

“Yes!”

“Is there a webcam around that I'm not seeing? This seems like an OnlyFans thing.” Teo stood up, and my eyes did not check his crotch. Fucking grey sweatpants.

“How would you know?”

“Okay, okay. Enough about dicks. I’m totally cool with you being gay, but I’m not prepared for this percentage of my daily conversation to be about penises. We’re gonna have to ease into that.”

“That's what he said.”

“My dick is perfectly adequate.”

“I’m very sorry, Zachary. I shouldn’t have said anything. You have a beautiful dick. It should be in a museum.”

I knew he was still teasing, but I felt a little better so used the brief moment of silence to change the subject. “Plans for today?”

“Ugh, I’m sure the house is a mess. Wanna go get breakfast on campus? Ross?”

“Oooh, they do have a good breakfast spread.” My stomach rumbled at the thought of freshly-made french toast.

“Might want to change out of your nightshirt.”

I flipped him off before doing just that. I slipped on my tight look-at-my-ass jeans, an oversized hoodie and blue Chuck Taylors. All Teo did was add his team soccer jacket over the shirt and sweats he slept in. I was done with our morning of teasing, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Don’t you have a game this weekend?” I asked, stepping out into the cool mid-morning air. The leaves had all changed, and mostly fallen off, though a few dazzlers were still hanging on.

“Nope. It’s a weeknight game. Practice tomorrow though, and I’ll probably hit the gym later today.”

“Fuck!”

I looked up to watch the syrup mixed with powdered sugar drizzle down Teo’s chin and it did not remind me at all of a cum facial video I had watched two nights prior. Not even close.