Page 38 of Frat Ghost Wingman

I was about to open the door when I heard him scream, “More! I want more!” I stopped in my tracks, and waited for the sex-a-thon to end.

When he left me the other morning in Pennsylvania, I was so drunk I hadn’t realized exactly what had happened, but soon enough, I found the bathrobes and his note. Honestly, the smell was strong too. I recognized it immediately. One, or both of us, had jerked off, and I wasn’t about to ask him which one of those it was. He seemed fine about it, so I wasn’t going to burst our friendship bubble.

I was eager to try again tonight, but it seemed like I was too late. I shouldn't have been playing hard to get. I shouldn’t have been playing anything, but I wanted him to take the initiative, not me. Lately, it felt like I was inadvertently setting up little gay traps and he was getting caught in every one of them. But was that what he wanted? Or was he just humoring his best friend? Being sexually fluid was one thing, but I had feelings for him. I needed him to have those back. I couldn’t just fool around with him occasionally for the rest of my life.

“Fuck me!”

Okay, I was pretty sure a man wouldn’t say that to a woman. Maybe our jack-off session had awakened something in Teo?

I would be so pissed if some himbo was in there giving it to him. That's what I wanted to do. Badly.

I adjusted my hard dick in my pants, and banged my head against the door.

Shit.

I hadn’t meant to do that.

I was seconds away from leaving, trying to decide if he had heard me or not, when the door opened and I fell backward.

“I thought I heard a noise. What are you standing there for, Zach? Come in!”

He was shirtless, his face was flushed, and all he wore was a pair of gray sweats, which I had an intimate view of because I had landed on my ass. My face was at crotch level.

What game was he playing? ‘Come in?’

“Uh, don’t you have company? I heard-”

“I had the TV volume too loud.”

“Bullshit.” I took his offered hand and tried to ignore all of the muscle groups flexing as he pulled me up. “What were you watching? It sounded like someone was really having a good time.”

He smirked and put an arm up on the door jam. I stared at his hairy armpit.

“Maybe it was a good show?”

“I bet.” I entered our room, looking for his partner, but after a careful search, found nothing.

“I told you no one is in here.”

“What show were you watching?” I headed to the TV.

“Why is this such a big deal for you?” Teo beat me to the remote and held it out of my reach as I tried to grab it.

“Cause I know when you’re lying and I want the truth.” I took a few steps and he dodged backwards, running around to the other side of the couch.

“The truth? I don’t think you can handle it!” The son-of-a-bitch waggled his fucking eyebrows playfully.

“I can handle anything you’ve got!” I leapt over the couch, hoping to catch him by surprise, but all I caught was the fabric of his sweats as I knocked him on his ass.

I didn’t pull them completely off and it’s not like his dick went straight into my mouth, but his dick did leave a moist memento on my face.

Teo was speechless, while he re-covered himself, and I tried to not think about his hard dick pressed against my cheek as I went over to my desk, attempting to erase the last four minutes of our lives by pretending to use the computer.

“It was porn, okay?” Teo proclaimed from across the room. “I was watching porn.”

It seemed he felt the need to explain his hard dick, but the porn wasn’t a surprise. It was more Teo’s choice – whatever scene he had been enthralled with had plenty of manly, guttural moans and I don’t recall hearing any high-pitched squeals.

“I’m…sorry?” I had no idea how to handle this situation. “I really thought you had someone in here and wanted to tease you. I didn’t mean for it to turn into…this.”