Page 3 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Malik. I’m Mateo, that’s Zach. We’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Most definitely.”

And then we were alone in our palace. There was even a spiral staircase that led to who knew where. All of it just for us.

“What's up there?” I asked.

“Your reading tower,” Teo answered.

“My reading tower? You didn’t say we were living in a mansion.”

Teo shrugged. “I didn’t know it was quite this big but I don’t care, it’s awesome!” he yelled, pulling me in for a hug. “Let’s get to work on our furniture.”

“There’s not much left, actually.” I had just noticed a lot of it was already made.

A half hour later, I was sick of pushing my sweaty hair out of my face. Teo was seemingly just as warm.

“Dude, Vermont is supposed to be cold. It’s hot as fuck!” Teo had taken off his shirt after he finished his desk and it may have slowed me down.

I suffered, keeping my clothes on. “It is August.”

“I’m done for now. You want some help?” Teo asked.

“Nah, I’m almost done. Thanks.”

“Okay, I’m gonna take a shower.”

A few minutes later, my bed frame was done and the mattress slid perfectly into place. And I had to piss like a racehorse. I pushed open the bathroom door and there was Teo’s naked body.

Fuck.

“Hey, man. No curtain yet.”

“I can see that.”

“Not sure we need one. Just something else to clean, right?”

I quickly made my way across the room to the–

“Urinals? And a jacuzzi tub?” I stepped up, pulled my waistband down and– “Uhhhhh.”

“That good, huh?” Teo had walked up behind me. A glance told me he was drying off. “I think the urinals are cool. Makes sense. We’re all dudes.” He gave my ass a slap and thank God, I was almost done. Pissplay was a fantasy of mine, but it did not involve me standing at a urinal doing it to myself.

Teo wasn’t bashful about his body, and it was easy to see why. It was the main reason my dick liked him so much – dark brown coiffed hair, seemingly permanent scruff, two plump pectorals accompanied with their own patch of brown hair, eight abdominals dusted in just the right amount of fuzz, the perfect V stomach, which led down to a cut dick of undetermined size. I had never seen it erect. Also, his ass was like a shelf. Seriously. In his soccer shorts, it was almost offensive how much it popped out. It was probably all that running.

Buns of bronze.

“Don’t stand there too long, handsome. I’ll think you’re jacking it.”

That pulled me out of my reverie, so I shoved my dick back in my shorts and walked across the room to wash my hands. Double sinks. I waited a few seconds, hoping Teo would be clothed by the time I got back to the room.

Thankfully, he was.

“I’m gonna find Liam. You good here?”

“Yes, Mateo. I can be on my own without you for more than a few minutes.”

“Aw.” He came up behind me and squeezed me, inadvertently grinding into my ass. “It’s cute you think you can live without me.”