Page 24 of Project: FU (Longwood U #3)

NOLAN

The frat house was once a single-home mansion back in the day. At some point in history, the basement was broken up into three separate apartments. Not large apartments, but distinct places to rent out.

Now those apartments house porn. One is for Rumor, one belongs to Confessions, and the other is just an editing space. The kitchens were taken out, but two to three bedrooms remained. The dining rooms were converted into offices.

On the main floor, the layout has primarily stayed in its original form. Long, wide halls—one of which is our shrine to dicks that leads to the basement stairs. An enormous gourmet kitchen, which always has hot food available since someone is always cooking.

There are a number of different living spaces, some with televisions, others with gaming consoles, and whatever. There’s a billiards room and a huge library/study. The only room that is rarely used as intended is the expansive dining room.

There’s still a massive table with really nice, elegant chairs, but we never eat at it. There’s seating in the kitchen for that. However, it tends to be where people gather to study. Like a study hall or the library. When you need some static sound instead of the solitude of your bedroom.

Most of the time, I study at the desk in my bedroom.

I’ve been too easily distracted today to keep my concentration on my homework.

I blame that on Tavis. He’s been sending me pics of him and his sons working on Orion’s new bike.

Not gonna lie—we could make a hot calendar of the Davenport men working on that bike and make thousands.

Since I’m not getting shit done in my room, I head for the dining room and take up residence across from the oldest set of twins in DIK—Elijah and Ezekiel Vincent.

Between them is little Mo, Elijah’s boyfriend’s adorably sassy nine-year-old daughter.

While I think Zeke is trying to help her with her homework, I’m pretty sure it’s Zeke getting tutored by Mo.

On Zeke’s other side is Mario, an Omega. We’re not talking about some magic breedable person who takes knots—though to each their own. I’m not shaming anyone’s kink. The school’s second frat is Omega Xi Lambda, so the school affectionately refers to them as Omegas. Just as we’re DIKs.

There are two sister sororities too, the Sigmas and the Alphas. Just after Kylen was fully inducted as a brother and Kole moved herself in, the guys tried to convince her to head to the sororities. She promised them that her dick was bigger than theirs and she was staying.

Needless to say, Kole is clearly still here.

“Hi, Nolan,” Mo greets. “What’re you working on?”

“Putting the finishing touches on my new government. You?”

“I’m learning about the Boston Tea Party. It wasn’t a party at all,” she says, giving me a deadpan expression. This girl has been around adults for so long, she’s mastered sarcasm in her facial expressions alone.

I chuckle. “Depends who you ask. The whole thing was to make a point, but I’m sure some of those men were having a blast.”

“There are peaceful ways to make statements.”

“Sometimes the people in charge see peaceful protests as weaknesses unless it’s in their favor,” Zeke says. “Then it’s admirable and a sign of maturity.”

Mario’s watch chimes, and Mo sets down her pencil. “Time for a frisbee break,” she declares, pushing her chair away from the table and jumping down. Thankfully, she doesn’t head for the dick-lined hall. I hope they’ve taught her which halls to travel.

“Guess we’re taking a break,” Eli says as he gets to his feet.

“We earned it,” Mario agrees. He pulls Zeke’s chair out and waits for him to get to his feet before he pushes the entire line of chairs back into the table and follows the group.

I stick my earbuds in and spread out my books and tablet. Most of these books are from the library and while I can access most of them digitally, it’s a bit of a pain in the ass moving between apps to take notes when I can just have it open in front of me.

I’m just getting into organizing my notes when a silicone dick is placed in front of me like a pole coming out of my book. I stare at it before looking up to find Arek standing over me. “Touch it,” he says.

My eyebrows knit together as I turn my attention back to the dildo. I reach for it and then pause. “This is yours?”

“How do you mean?”

“Ew. You better not have just put one you’ve used on my book, Arek.”

He chuckles that deep, dark laugh. “No. I don’t have any personal-use toys.” I give him a skeptical look. He shrugs. “I don’t have an issue getting laid.”

I shake my head. “Good to know. So this is your… dick model?”

“It is. Thoughts?”

“Are you asking me to rate your dick?”

“Nope. It’s a ten. I’m asking you to give the goods a look over. I want to talk about texture and flaws in the mold. I see a couple, but I want to know if it’s just me being anal—pun intended—or if they’re obvious to others, too.”

I reach for it again, but I can’t make myself touch it.

Arek sighs. “You’re not actually touching it,” he points out. “I can’t feel what you do to that one on my cock, boo. Touch it.”

My hand hovers over it, but I can’t make myself wrap my hand around it. Uh-uh. Nope.

Arek pulls another from somewhere and points it at me, offering it up. “Compare. This is one of moderate expense bought online. I both want to replicate and surpass not just the quality, but everything about it.”

Kylen steps into the room with his bag and stops. His eyes widen as he looks between us, the dick on the table and the one in my face. “Uh…” His face turns bright red. “Sorry?”

He backs out of the room while Arek laughs quietly.

“No, wait,” I call. There’s no way I’m going to be able to bring myself to touch Arek’s dick, fake or not. “I need you to come here and hold this dick.” I point at the one on my book.

For the record, Kylen is not the person to ask this kind of stuff. He turns into a beet, shaking his head wildly. “KOLE!” he calls.

She’s there in an instant, hackles raised, probably responding to the note of panic in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

“They need someone to touch their dicks. That’s you. Bye.” He gently shoves her further into the dining room before darting away.

I laugh. “In hindsight, I had a momentary lapse in judgment on that request.”

“Indeed,” Kole says as she rounds the table and looks at the two cocks.

“This one?—”

“No,” I cut Arek’s words off. “Hand them both to Kole.”

“Chicken shit,” he mutters as he does as I tell him.

I look at Kole. “Thoughts on both. Compare and contrast. Pros, cons, etc.”

Kole is already into it. Study mode activated.

“This one has a more fleshy tone and more texture,” she says of the purchased one.

“I like the girth of this one better, though. See how my fingers don’t touch when I wrap my hand around the thickest part?

And the head is super sexy, so pronounced and…

personal? No, I mean, individual. This one looks like a mass-replicated cock.

You can tell by the symmetrical balls. These balls are obviously fashioned more realistically in shape, and how they’re not quite the same in the way they hang. ”

I glance at Arek. Her compliments are all for his cock thus far. He’s listening intently, though. I don’t see any smugness on his face.

“I love the veining on this one. Look at this one along the underside. Fuck, it’s hot.” My cheeks heat as if she’s talking about my own dick. Jesus. She flips them over to look at the bases. “I think this one was cut off a person. Look how rough it is.”

Arek snorts while I grimace. Ouch.

“I think it needs the suction cup.”

“Not everyone suctions their toys to the wall,” I point out.

“Thank you for telling me your preferences,” she quips, “but they’re also used for gripping, putting in strap-ons, and clinging to the wall in the shower so your bird can use it as a perch to enjoy the water.”

I laugh. “What’s wrong with you?”

“So much,” she says and raises the replica.

“I like the weight of this one as opposed to this one, but I think it’s a little…

less firm? Like this one has a more solid core, which I think will lend it some stability when really thrusting it up there.

This one feels like it could be frustrating.

It’s not quite stiff enough to truly cause some damage when you drive it in, you know? ”

“Wow. You need to do product reviews.”

“I do. I have a gold star next to my name as an influencer voice on Zon.” She grins smugly.

“Anything else?” Arek asks.

Kole examines them a little further, noting texture, length, and the feel of the material. Then she drops them both on my book and gives us expectant looks.

“Do you get paid for your reviews?” I ask.

She rolls her eyes. “No. Why did you ask me to rate dicks?”

“If you had to choose one, which would it be?” Arek asks without answering her question.

She points at his replica, despite it not having the harder core and stability that she preferred about the store-bought.

“Thanks. I needed my ego stroked,” Arek says.

Kole rolls her eyes again. “No, you don’t. Your ego is bigger than your dick.”

“I don’t get complaints about my dick, though.”

She sighs. “You made this one?”

“Nolan helped me mold it.”

I wince. “Don’t say it like that.”

“You shoved my hard dick into a tight, tiny space while I held it at the base. You blushed the entire time. Then you tugged and wrestled my balls through and helped me stay hard.”

“I did not help you stay hard.”

“Sweetheart, those pretty pink cheeks are helping me stay hard right now.”

“I hate you,” I mutter. Yes, I can totally feel the heat in my cheeks. No one makes me blush like this infuriating man.

“Uh-huh. I don’t know what’s going on here,” Kole gestures between the two of us, “but I think you’re on the right track to making the superior mold. It’s texture and the core strength you need to work on.”

“That’s never what he said,” Arek says, smirking. “But noted. Thank you for your assessment.”

“Sure.” She looks between the two of us again before leaving the room. “Later.”

“Goodbye, Demon,” Arek says.

Kole waggles her fingers as she disappears around the corner.

“You can take your dicks and leave now.”

“I never took you for being shy,” Arek says, smirking as he picks both up.

“I think we’re going to need a five- or six-inch thin dick to mold for that hard core.

Kole’s right. That was one of my notes once I got a handful of mass-produced Zon ones in.

This seemed the most comparable to what I’m trying to make, though. ”

“I don’t think you need a model for that. Just make your own mold.”

He tilts his head. “I suppose I could do that, though it takes the fun out of what we’re doing here.”

“I’m sure,” I deadpan.

“I’ve refashioned the initial mold bucket. I like my dick tortured when shoving it in tight places, but as you also pointed out, I imagine not everyone will.”

At this point, I’m confident he’s found the trigger that makes me blush and keeps hitting the switch over and over as rapidly as he can. The fucker is being intentional.

“This new one still uses the tight cock ring, but it’s necessary since it’s truly a game of edging and we can’t have them coming too soon but the new bucket is in two pieces and then we’ll hold it together against the ring with super tight rubber bands. We’ll try it on your cock later.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“No? Hm. I’ll find another volunteer.”

“You do that. I have the webpage for the new dicks in privacy mode and a couple of email campaigns, as well as marketing pop-ups for the site that we can attach to certain videos. We can look them over later if you want.”

“Yep. First, how about we go upstairs, and I can truly make you blush? Then we’ll get back to business.”

I can’t tell if Arek is serious. I’m not sure he even knows. He wants to keep me red like Kylen, so he’s saying whatever it takes to make that happen.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what I just said.”

I sigh. “Go away, Van Doren.”

“I can leave this one here with you,” Arek says, standing his replica up beside my bottle of water. “Get a taste for what I’ll give you later.”

“Go away, Arek!”

He takes them both from the table and walks away, his quiet, cold laughter lingering behind him. Goddamn that man. Crazy fuck.

I rub my eyes with my finger and thumb and drop my attention to my books. There’s no way I feel like studying now. I wish I were one of those people who could study easily, but now my concentration is shot.

The light on my phone flashing gives me a good enough excuse to put it off once more. A text from Tavis. My boyfriend.

My boyfriend, Tavis.

Grinning, I open it to find him having sent me a selfie of his neck down. He’s bare-chested, covered in grease, his jeans super low on his hips. That damn happy trail disappears in the dark shadow where his waist doesn’t touch his jeans.

All the talk and examination of dildos did nothing for me, but seeing this right here has my cock chubbing. God, he’s hot. So fucking hot.

Me

Tonight above the bar?

Travis

Yes. Might be a little late.

Me

That’s fine. I need to be fucked all night. You best work on your stamina today.

Travis

Feeling needy, are you?

Me

It’s all these damn pictures you’re sending me. I’m already leaking for you.

His response is another picture. This one I can see his cock bulge. I love how horny he is for me. It takes almost nothing to get him ready. Which only seems fair since I suffer the same issue.

Me

Thank fuck.

I’m distracted from our teasing when a new notification pops up, this one from Orion. Huh. Does he know Tavis is texting me? Curiosity has me clicking over.

Orion

Are you free tonight?

Oh… oh no.