Page 87 of Frat Ghost Wingman

I wanted to shove my hand in his lap and hold his, but based on the tenseness of his body, I thought that might be too much. Instead, I draped my arm over his shoulders and pulled him against me.

A quick glance told me his mom’s attention had diverted back to the television, so I leaned in to whisper, “You can relax now, Zach.”

“I don’t know how you’re so chill.”

“They’re not my parents, I guess. You said they were cool about it, didn’t you?”

He didn’t reply, but I did feel him lean into me.

When whatever program Bridget was watching ended, she tossed the remote to us and told us to pick something. Zach hovered on a new dating show on Netflix that he mentioned to me a few days ago – it had just premiered and had gay, bi and straight contestants – but he ended up picking The Office instead. Our go-to show.

It got later and later and I was about to ask if Zach wanted to head up, but Rocco stood, stretched and said, “Good night, boys. I’m gonna hit the hay.” And when his wife didn’t react, he added, “You coming, honey?”

“Oh, I guess so.” She pushed herself off the couch. “I’m sure I’ve embarrassed my son enough, though I could always do this.”

She came over to where we were sitting, grabbed Zach’s cheeks and gave him a peck. “Good night, handsome. Don’t stay up too late. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow.”

“Night, Mom.”

“Good night, Teo.” She reached out as if she wanted to touch my shoulder, but stopped short and smiled instead. “Take good care of my baby’s heart.”

“Mom!”

Before she could say anything, I said, “Always, Bridget,” and winked.

Once his parents disappeared up the stairs, I grabbed the remote and turned the television off. “Wanna make out?” I pulled my feet up so I was kneeling on the couch, looking down at him.

“Here?!”

“I doubt they’re coming back down.” I grabbed his chin and tilted it up; the perfect angle for a kiss.

“I’d rather go to my room if we’re doing…that stuff.” He swallowed, sustaining our eye contact, then shifted his weight.

I took a chance and pressed my hand against his crotch. “You’re hard.”

“It’s a pretty natural reaction especially when you’ve practically been edging me the whole evening with your little touches all over my body.”

“Let’s go then.” I stood up and grabbed his hand. “We mustn’t wait a minute longer. Your sock awaits.”

We didn’t need the sock.

Apparently, I had been edging Zach while we snuggled on the couch. His dick was in my mouth for less than three minutes and he was painting my throat with his load.

“Fuck.” Zach ran his fingers through my hair. “That was embarrassing. I don’t usually cum that fast.”

That was kind of a lie, but I let it slide. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Let me suck you off.” Zach pushed me onto my back.

“You know,” I said, “you don’t have to blow me just because I did.”

“I know. I just want to make you feel good.” He paused, on his knees. “Is there something else you’d rather I do?”

I knew he wasn't going to give me what I really wanted, so I suggested, “Jack me off.”

“Okay.” He leaned forward, reaching for my cock.

“But take your time. Work me over until I’m begging for you to take me over the edge.”