Page 59 of Frat Around and Find Out

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him, noticing the eagerness in my chest, this hope that it’s the same thing.

He gulps before pulling his gaze from my ass, finally making eye contact. “I think you might already have an idea.”

“Maybe you should just say it, then,” I press.

His face twists up. “How am I the one being all weird now? I think you might have rubbed off on me. But yes, I’m thinking about how it’d feel to fuck you.”

Now he’s swung the other way, just putting it all out there.

The back of my neck prickles with sensation.

“You don’t get to encourage me to say it and then start blushing,” he says.

“Shut up. I can blush whenever I want.”

He smiles. “It’s not something we have to jump in and do right away, but I’m curious, I guess.”

“We’ve been very curious lately.”

“There’s an understatement if I ever heard one.” As I laugh, he goes on, “But yeah, we don’t have to rush anything. I’m enjoying this pace.” He quiets, just staring into my eyes. His expression relaxes. “What we talked about before the auction… It means a lot that you shared that with me. I know you were bringing it up to help me through a tough day, and I want you to know it really helped.”

It’s shocking how quickly we went from having fun to himbringing up one of the biggest traumas in my life, but I understand why.

“Actually, I was surprised how good it felt to share that,” I confess. “It’s not something I tell a lot of people about.”

And I know he can understand why.

“Well, I’m glad you shared it with me.” He caresses my ass before offering a kiss.

I relax right into it. It’s so easy to let go and simply enjoy moments like these with Ty. And right now, it feels like things are moving at the perfect pace.

*

Throughout the nextweek and a half, between work, school, TaskFrat, and our various other frat obligations, Ty and I manage to squeeze in time to further explore this chemistry that there’s no denying exists between us. This raw desire reminds me of when I first discovered jerking off—how eager I was to get home from school and sneak away to explore this exciting new part of myself, waking to a world of pleasure.

What Ty’s awakened in me adds a new rush.

I keep wondering if the novelty will wear off, but with each handjob, blowjob, touch against my prostate, and kiss, I only find myself wanting more. I’m still not ready to be fucked, but that doesn’t keep me from wanting him to explore my ass with his fingers before the explosion.

And it’s not just the physical stuff I enjoy either. It’s our playful text exchanges, and this awareness that he understands the shit I’ve been through with my brother.

All these thoughts only intensify as I sit next to Ty during an emergency meeting with the Interfraternity Council, called by Zeta Tau’s president after he discovered an act of vandalismagainst their house last night.

Six of the Peach State frat presidents sit around the conference table reserved for this meeting, Ty and I next to one another, and he scoots his chair close, glancing around before copping a feel of my leg. I don’t look at him, not wanting to draw any attention to what he’s doing.

The door to the conference room flies open, and Omega Psi’s president, Jamie Sutton, storms in. In his usual ripped jeans and biker jacket, he looks more like the leader of a biker gang than a frat president. The perfect representative for his frat, really. He settles in a chair in the corner of the room, not at the table like everyone else. No one bothers to ask him to join the group, since you don’t tell Jamie Sutton what to do.

“Last night,” Zeta Tau’s president, Marcus, says as the meeting begins, “we discovered the side of our house spray-painted with the wordsZeta’s Glory Hole, with arrows pointing to our back door.”

It’s hard not to be a bit amused by it, but Jamie is the only one who actually snickers, earning a glare from several of us.

Marcus goes on, “Now, we don’t have any evidence of who was responsible, but there are rumors it was Omega Psi.”

All eyes shift to Jamie, awaiting a reaction.

He glances around, taking a breath. “Okay, just to be transparent.” He whips out his phone and keys into it. We’re all waiting, trying to figure out what he’s doing, when the door opens again, and two guys holding another by his arms come in.

The guy in the middle is just in a pair of briefs, with cartoon cocks and other graphic imagery scribbled in marker all over his body. It takes me a moment, but I recognize him from a TaskFrat challenge. He was one of the guys who cuffed Ty and me together before we got those raging boners.

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