Page 30 of Frat Ghost Wingman

But no one was there. Not this again.

I tried to resume where I left off, but it felt like someone was watching me, and I couldn’t get into it. Grumbling to myself, I finished rinsing off.

“Good boy.”

Before, with the thongs, it seemed like an inner monologue, and then at the party, I thought it was the alcohol. But I was sober now and the voice was definitely in the room, and not just in my head.

I toweled off, wrapped it around my waist, and headed to the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the sink. I tried a few different poses, pleased with the progress I had made this season, especially with my obliques. I dropped the towel and admired my quads as well.

“Nice ass.”

I turned, as if hypnotized, to check it out.

It was nice. Plump. Like a ripe peach.

The smooth skin, the curve of each cheek, the dimple in the middle of them. I traced the outline of my crack with a finger, then pressed into the crevice, trembling with the soft touch.

Every time I flexed, I had something new to stare at. Despite the hair on my arms, chest and stomach, my ass was hairless. Two smooth and tan globes of muscle.

I bent over and looked between my legs.

“Spread your cheeks.”

I reached behind me and pulled my cheeks apart with both hands. I smiled – this is fucking weird – but was soon distracted by my silky pink hole. I thought about brushing a finger against it but didn’t.

Whoa.

Something touched it before I could and I jumped forward, practically falling on my face. I caught myself before crashing into the floor, grabbed my towel, and hurried into our room. I needed to get dressed and see what Zach’s plans were for the night.

Despite the cooler air in our room, I felt warmth all over me, rolling in waves of light pressure. I really tried to focus on grabbing clothes from my dresser, but so far, all I had succeeded in tossing onto my bed was a thong. It was like someone was massaging my body in all the most sensitive places.

“Fuck!”

I felt my cock throb under the towel. My breathing had picked up and I was about to give up and abandon the thought of getting dressed. I ran my hands up my torso, pinching each nipple on the way, and made my way over to the bed.

Maybe I could at least put my thong on?

I thought I heard the metal noise of someone on the stairs, but just as I was about to open my eyes, my balls were tugged down hard, causing me to throw my head back. I felt the towel pulled away as I arched my body in response. It was like I was humping the air in front of me. I was so hot.

“Jesus Christ, Teo!”

Oh my God. My eyes snapped open and Zach was standing on the bottom step, staring at my cock, as I shamelessly displayed my entire naked body like a stripper.

“Eyes are up here, handsome.” Why the fuck did I say that? Grab the towel.

“What? You've got a nice dick.”

I didn’t really process what he said. I’d never been hard in front of him before. “Yeah…uh, erections are a healthy part of being a virile male.” The towel wouldn’t budge…it was caught on something under the bed, so I went for the thong and pulled it up my legs. I was rock hard now and shockingly, the tiny garment only fit everything if I shoved it in, pointing down, which meant it stuck straight out in front of me, hiding nothing.

So I sat down on the bed, leaned forward, and covered my lap and obvious erection with my arms.

“Having a good time?” Zach asked.

“Yeah, so what if I was?” This bastard wanted to play. “How’s your friend Jake?” I gestured up the stairs. “Having a good time?”

“Uhhh.” Zach shrugged. “Just…talking on the phone.”

Despite the embarrassing situation, I immediately felt better.