Page 76 of Frat Ghost Wingman

He motioned to his crotch and grabbed it. “I’m not going to be able to focus now. Thanks for the erection.”

I saw my opportunity and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers. “I can take care of that for you.” Without letting him answer, I pushed his chair back and crawled under his desk.

“Mateo Decker.”

I ignored the implied warning and reached forward to pull the lever, lowering his seat – and his crotch – to an easier to suck level.

“No fucking way,” Zach warned as I unbuttoned his fly.

“Relax. You need this,” I reasoned. “You haven’t cum in like three days.”

“Someone could see us.”

I maneuvered his lengthening dick through the opening in the front of his briefs and held it in front of my mouth. “If you’re that worried, drape your jacket over your shoulders. Cover your lap with a book.”

Before he could stop me, I engulfed the head with my mouth and went down as far as I could until I was about to gag, then pressed my lips down and sucked hard. Keeping my tongue sliding along the shaft as I pulled back, I felt a good deal of satisfaction when I felt Zach finally relax. A second later, he threaded his fingers through my hair.

“Fuuuuck, Teo.”

I began slowly bobbing up and down, making sure to keep the slurping sounds to a minimum. Pulling off, I pooled the saliva in my mouth and let it drip onto his cock, catching it with my hand so I could coat the entire shaft. After a few strokes, I glanced up. Zach’s head was thrown back, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes were closed.

With my tongue out, I gently slapped the head of his cock against it before sliding it into my mouth again. Zach thrust upwards, which only made me try harder to take more of him.

“Yeah, that's it. Suck your man’s dick.”

His man?

Fuck, I liked that.

With renewed vigor, I lunged forward, burying his thick cock deep inside of my throat. Tightening my lips, I did my best to lavish it with my tongue, imagining what it would feel like to be fucked by something so big.

“I’m close,” he whispered. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

Zach grabbed my hair and with gentle pressure kept my mouth on him, forcing me to breathe through my nose. After a few minutes, I could tell he was letting go. I had to grab his thighs to steady myself. At this point Zach was basically fucking my mouth.

I was still processing how my quiet, reserved bestie was a stallion when it came to sex.

My jaw started hurting and his thrusts were too much. I pulled off, wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock and started jacking it.

It didn’t take Zach long.

“I’m cumming,” he half-whispered.

I couldn’t get my mouth back on it in time. The first volley of jizz hit my cheek, but the next couple went in my mouth. Though after a few seconds, I needed a second to swallow what had collected. Of course as soon as I pulled off, I was hit with another spurt. This one got me in the eye.

“Sorry.”

I smiled and made eye contact with Zach as I spent the rest of his orgasm swallowing the remaining load. His expression said it all. I knew this was what he needed and his smile made it all the more worth it.

After he was done cumming, I sucked his softening dick clean and was rewarded with a content sigh.

“I feel like saying thank you isn’t enough.”

It was easy to slip his flaccid cock back into his briefs, though I let Zach button his jeans back up.

“Knowing you enjoyed it is enough of a thank you,” I said, crawling out from under the desk.

“Come here. You’re a mess.”