Page 22 of Frat Around and Find Out

True. This isn’t something that we’ll resolve in a single conversation. And by how quickly and calmly he came up with that, I know why the guy’s the president of Alpha Theta Mu. Guy can think through a complicated situation. It’s a good call, something I respect him for.

“Go get lucky and see what happens,” he says.

“There’s nothing lucky about what I do, Lance.” Reclaiming my cocky attitude helps me leave behind the anxiety I came to the party with.

He chuckles. “Okay, not surprised with that rock in your pants,” he says, referring to what he believed my dick was at first when we were bound together by Omega Psi last spring. “Think I’m gonna start calling you Rocky.”

“I kind of like that nickname, Stud.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Whatever. We should probably get back to the party. We cool?”

“As cool as rival frat presidents can be.”

He approaches and starts to put his hand on my back, as if to lead me out of the room, but stops himself. “Maybe I shouldn’t push our luck. Let’s just get our horny asses downstairs and play some beer pong.”

“Sure, Stud,” I tease.

We share a laugh, and it’s nice being able to laugh with him again, especially after how in my head I’ve been since the challenge.

When we return to the party, I find I’m calmer, though I’m still trying to process it all.

I may give Lance hell about some stuff, but he’s not an idiot, and he could be right that this is all just from being so fucking horny. I could find a girl, and we could rush back to one of our places and get this out of the way.

But tonight, I really just want to hang with him because once again, I’m reminded that despite how much hell we give each other, we get each other on some level. And it’s comforting that, whatever the fuck is going on, Lance is open to talking about it.

After the party comes to an end, I head back to my room,still thinking about our conversation. Maybe I do just need to get one out of my system, and then all that stuff will clear away and I’ll never get a boner for Lance again. And then we can both move on, and tonight will be one of the most awkward conversations I’ve had in my life.

I strip down, grab some lube from my nightstand, and lie in bed. I get situated and start thinking about Deidre. She’s the last girl I hooked up with, and it was like fucking fire. Sparks flew as we tossed around my bed. She was near weightless and just wanted to be pounded. I ran out of steam toward the end but had to push myself to keep going, passionate about making sure she came. And fuck, when she came…

But just as I’m really getting going, the image of Lance springs to mind. The way his ass was pushed back against my pelvis, wiggling about.

I try to ignore the thought, but suddenly, when I’m trying to think about messing with Deidre, all I can see is Lance under me, his sexy body, that great view of him in his G-string.

I envision him taking my cock, his expression all twisted up. Heat rushes to my face, and I find myself not resisting the fantasy. If this is something I’m into, then I want to know. And it’s not like I’ll ever have to tell Lance about this little innocent fantasy. Besides, it’ll probably make me soft the longer I think about it.

So I really get in there, imagine him calling out my name, letting me toss him around on the bed—no, begging for it. It’s the kind of fucking we would share—wild, competitive, sweat-filled fucking. In my mind, he’s not holding anything back as I take him. Make him mine.

“Yes, you’re mine,” I mutter as I realize my cock is stiffer than I can remember it ever being while I’ve jerked off.

In my dirty fantasy, his mouth is hanging open as he callsout my damn name and—

I grunt as my hips thrust forward repeatedly, cum shooting out, shocking me as I feel the warmth against my goddamn chest.

I never fucking shoot that far.

What the hell?

It takes me a minute to recover as the cum keeps spilling out in a second burst that lands on my navel, and then I collapse, my mind spiraling back through the intense fuck I imagined sharing with Lance.

Oh, fucking hell.

7

Lance

“How have youbeen?” Mom asks.

After my Biomedical Microscopy class, I had some free time, so I decided to give her a call. I make it a point to give my parents a call whenever I can. Since we lost Kacey, we all know we must take advantage of every precious moment since we never know how many we’ll have left.

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