Page 32 of Frat Around and Find Out

How could such a simple act get me so worked up?

While I finish sucking up his cum, he spits in his free hand before wrapping it around my cock. Keeping his fingers in my mouth, I moan.

“Yeah, you really had a good trick up your sleeve there. Had to steal it.”

His slippery palm moves faster, up and down, driving me wild as I keep sucking on his fingers even though I’ve lapped up every bit of cum.

“I think you’re getting close,” he says as my ass clenches from all the pressure, moving toward the urgency until he moves close to my ear again. “Come on, Lance, give it to me. Let’s see what your load looks like.”

And with those words, it’s over for me as my body erupts in a fit. I press my hands tight against the door behind me as the pressure finally releases.

Ty snickers. “Fuck, that’s it,” he says, and once I manage to open my eyes, I see him watching my cock, surely as fascinated by seeing me come as I was with him.

I pant, trying to catch my breath as Ty’s gaze meets mine.

Despite all the discomfort and uneasiness I had after getting him off, the satisfaction on his face takes all that away. Now I’m just blissed out, accepting that I’ll have to figure out later all the confusing bits.

“Well,” I say. “I guess we learned a thing or two from thissession after all.”

“Maybe more than just two, but yeah.”

I laugh, noticing how much the tension I had coming into Sigma Alpha has eased up.

“So…what does this mean?” I ask.

“Means…I think you need to swing by again so that I can determine…” He leans closer. “Exactly how sensitive these ears of yours are.”

Once again, I feel my nerves vibrating with excitement with how he’s stimulating them.

“Seriously, though, we’re going to do that again, right?” I ask.

I must sound so goddamn pathetic because I’m desperate.

“Lance, I still have my hand around your dick. What do you think?”

“I mean, I don’t know. Don’t you usually hit it and quit it with girls?”

That’s my real fear. I know how he is, and if this is the last time he’s ever gonna touch me, fuck, what the hell am I gonna do?

“Maybe that’s the issue,” he says, studying my expression. “I haven’t hit it yet.”

And there go my cheeks again as I recognize a familiar, determined expression.

“So much for thinking we’re straight, huh?” I ask, which makes him laugh.

Because yeah, that was as not straight as it gets.

10

Ty

“You not gonnaanswer me?” Ryan asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

He stands beside me in the gym locker room, assessing himself in the mirror.

“Huh?” I’m more than a little distracted. It’s been hard to think about much else since Lance came over and we fucked around the other day.

Whatever doubt I may have had about what’s happening between us has evaporated. What we did in my bedroom was explosive. And not just because of the way he worked my cock, but even getting him off, feeling the subtleties in his movements, the way his expression locked up as he came…it’s something I haven’t been able to get off my mind.

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