Page 43 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“I guess? I’ve been going to the gym more.”

“When?”

Zach shrugged. “I don’t know. When you’re at practice?”

It seemed I kept staring without realizing it.

“What? You like it?” Zach asked, before pulling his shirt off to…tease me?

“Shut up and keep your shirt on.” We shared a laugh and I went back to my mail. There was a large padded envelope that grabbed my attention so I opened that first.

A graphic novel?

There was a horse and a Dalmatian on the cover with a rabbit on her knees in front of them. His knees? I wore thongs, so it could be a boy rabbit. I definitely did not order this but that didn’t stop me from looking inside.

Holy horse cock!

Things were definitely exaggerated in this animal kingdom, but it seemed that the Dalmatian enjoyed getting pounded. The rabbit was even getting in on it.

I reached down past my waistband and adjusted my hard dick, positioning it head up and to the right. It didn’t matter what thong I wore; my dick didn’t fit in any of them when I was fully hard. So I just picked a side and left it.

“Look at all the cum!”

Wait, what?

I searched the page until I found what he meant. It was a lot.

Why was this sent to me?

“Teo! Did you hear what I- Where the fuck did you get that?!”

Oh fuck.

I tried to cover up the comic, but it was obvious he had already seen it, especially when he said, “I think that was supposed to be in my pile.” Zach bent over, picking up the envelope I tried to toss in the trash off the floor. “This what it came in?”

I had no words, so I nodded.

“Zachary Cavallo.” He did what I obviously did not.

I was so embarrassed, but I had no excuse. “It was in my pile?”

Zach pursed his lips. When did his lips get so pink? “Well, now you’ve seen one of my dirty secrets. Would you mind handing it over or did you want to finish the story?”

Finish the story. “Here.” I closed the comic and held it out.

“Thanks.”

“Looks like you enjoyed it.”

For fuck’s sake, not now.

I watched as Zach’s eyes traveled down my torso to check out my crotch.

Why didn’t I smoosh it on the other side? It was just right out there, tenting out where a pocket would be if these sweats had one.

“Haven’t jacked off all week.” Why the FUCK did I say that?!

I mean, we had talked about jacking off before, and we had fooled around a few weeks ago in the hotel. It wasn’t a huge deal.