Page 53 of The Frathole

“Uh…? Well, that’s not something anyone’s ever said when I’ve offered to get them off.”

“But with everything that happened, you want to do stuff?”

“Not sure if you’ve noticed, but getting off with girls is one of the ways I de-stress, and I could use a release right about now.” I press up against his crotch again, feeling how tight his cock is. “And it looks like you could use one too.”

“I don’t want you to do anything you might regret because you’re vulnerable.”

“You worried about taking advantage of me?” I tease.

He angles his head, shooting me a look. “You know what I’m saying.”

“I do, and it’s cute. But unless you don’t want me to play with your dick, then I say it might actually help me get to sleep. Come on, Mart. Let me play with it.” He seems to be considering it, so I press, “Pretty please.”

He practically snorts. “I mean, I would be curious to see what happens.”

“I think you know what happens.”

“Whatever. You know what I’m saying.”

I grin. “I do.”

Is it weird that our combative dynamic makes this all even more fun?

He starts to reach for his fly, but I bat his hands away. “Hell no. I got this. You gotta let me do this for you.”

He raises his hands, surrendering, I know not only in this moment, but to messing around. I roll onto my hip beside him, then loosen the buttons on his jeans. His cock is already an inch stretched out from the waistband of his boxers.

“That’s nice and thick,” I tell him. “I’ve always been proud of mine, but you got a real monster down here.”

I watch his expression as he glances around uneasily, his cheeks pinkening.

I take him in my grasp, gulping. “I have to admit, I’m kind of intimidated by this.”

“By how big I am?”

“Not that. I’ve just…had plenty of sex, know exactly what I’m doing with women, but no experience with any other dicks than my own. But I’m confident I can figure it out.”

As I stroke his cock, his body vibrates, and I stare at his expression as his eyes roll back. Fuck, what that does to me.

“Yeah, doesn’t seem like you’re gonna have an issue with that,” he mutters.

A burst of heat swirls in my chest.

“Guess I can work on this while you work on this.” I kiss him while jerking him, my cock firm as fuck while I play with him. Can’t believe I’m locking lips and jerking with Marty McGovern, who was bound and determined to get me kicked out of Alpha Theta Mu’s house.

His dick stiffens even more in my hold, our lips tighteningtogether as I speed up my movements.

“Marty McGovern’s getting real stiff for me,” I whisper into his mouth. “Dirty bastard.”

That plumps him up even more before I steal another kiss. I don’t feel like an expert at this, but I certainly know how to please my cock, and what I’m doing seems to be working just fine as my hand glides up and down his shaft, which swells until it feels like I’m jerking off marble. Between how hard he is and the way he arches his back, I’m sure I’m getting him close, so I speed up my movements, determined to take him all the way.

He pulls away from our kiss and says, “Ryan, I’m gonna…”

“Give it to me,” I tell him.

He hikes his shirt up and shoots across his abs with a load that’s as impressive as his size. I keep pumping him to make sure to get every drop out, feeling like I just made a touchdown. He continues twisting his head either way, his expression locked up, again looking more adorable than I ever thought the guy could look. His body finally stills as he catches his breath.

“You liked that,” I say.