Page 56 of The Frathole

I chuckle.

Me: So make-out session in our room later?

Marty: MY room.

Marty: And why do I feel like it’s not gonna only be making out?

Me: Probably because you’re so horny. You haven’t had a good lay in a long time, so we gotta get all that bad sperm out of you.

Marty: *eyeroll emoji*

Me: Oh, okay. Never mind. I’ll just hit up Dax. He’s probably free.

I shouldn’t bring him into this, but remembering how Marty was fussing about me chatting up Dax, I can’t help myself.

Marty: You trying to emotionally blackmail me into messing with you again?

Me: Depends. Is it working?

Marty: *eyeroll emoji*

Marty: If you haven’t fucked your way through all the available queer guys at the frat before I’m back, sure.

A jolt of excitement pulses through me at the thought of getting to reenact that first experience.

Me: And don’t forget, you have to show me some more tango moves.

Marty: We’ll see if we can keep your hands off my dick long enough for that to happen.

Me: We should definitely do that after because I don’t know that it’s gonna work if I’m not fully drained first.

16

Marty

It’s been agreat week.

Part of being roommates with Ryan means I haven’t had any alone time to jerk off, but since we started fucking around, Ryan and I have gotten off every day—twice yesterday.

Now that he’s shown a side of himself that’s more than an oblivious, broey jock, he doesn’t get on my nerves as much. Probably in no small part due to what I’ve learned his mouth can do to me—something that’s hard to take my mind off as we work through a little tango coaching from one of the least qualified instructors in the dance world.

Both of us are dressed for tonight’s TaskFrat challenge, in gladiator outfits we put together with the guys earlier in the week. I wear a chest plate, but unsurprisingly, Ryan’s shirtless, with just a harness like he’s He-Man, which is about as distracting as his mouth.

That might be why I fuck up the ocho.

“That was me,” he says.

“No, that one was definitely me.”

He tilts his head. “You sure? I was supposed to step back when you stepped forward.”

“Oh yeah. That’s right. I guess it was you. My mind’s all over the place right now.”

“Maybe we take a break for some of those smooches.”

I laugh—a full, uninhibited laugh at something Ryan said to me. Wow. Things have changed over the past week.

“Don’t laugh at me too much, or you won’t get any smooches.”