Page 88 of Frat Ghost Wingman

CHAPTER 24

ZACHARY

My arm was tired despite switching hands and my back was starting to get sore, but I was determined to give Teo exactly what he asked for. If his writhing torso was any indication, he had to be close.

“Pull my balls tight, Zach.”

I circled my thumb and index finger around his practically hairless sac and pulled down until I made contact with the blanket. The added pressure changed the angle of his dick, but it also pulled the skin taut. His head was almost a dark purple.

“More lube.”

This is what he’d been like for the last few minutes. A couple words here and there. He was lost in it and it only made me feel better for allowing him to feel this way. To escape for a minute.

“I’m close.”

His hips were lifting off the bed now. He was bucking up and down.

“Make me cum.”

I squeezed on the downstroke, letting my fingers tease the head on the way back up, and increased the pace. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, catching on my eyebrows, and dripping on his torso below. I was half-hard again just looking at his body.

He caught himself mid-scream and shoved his fist against his mouth to muffle the noise. With one giant thrust, he came.

After the first spurt shot onto his stomach, I kept the same pace, milking the rest out of him until he told me to stop. The last few spurts had dribbled over my fingers. Before I could wipe them anywhere, he grabbed my hand and cleaned himself off of me.

“Thank you,” he said.

“It was a pleasure to watch.”

His drunk smile proved what I already knew. He had been fully satisfied.

“We’ll have to work on your stamina,” he teased.

I gave his softening dick a playful slap. “You brat. I didn’t hear you complaining when I fed you my dicksauce earlier.”

“I was taught not to talk with my mouth full.”

I smiled at his awful joke, then asked. “You need to shower?”

“I could go either way.”

“Let’s shower,” I said, sliding off my bed. “I don’t want it to smell like the sauna at a gay gym in here.”

“How do you know what that smells like?” Teo asked.

I shoved him in front of me and took advantage of the view. “I can guess.”

As Teo turned the water on, he asked, “You’re not afraid of your parents hearing us showering at one in the morning?”

I laughed. “Now you’re worried about being heard?”

“What?”

“You practically screamed when you jizzed all over yourself.”

After he tested the water with his hand, I joined him under the spray. My shower was an old-school tile deal with sliding frosted glass doors and plenty of room for two people.

“Was I really that loud?”