The Fuck House on Frat Row: Episode 3
By
I.M. Cockman
Copyright © 2017 by I.M. Cockman, Smashwords Edition
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This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. It contains sex acts between consenting adults, and all characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Summer Break: Part One - Mike Parker
Summer Break: Part Two - Bobby Lane
Summer Break: Part Three - Mike Parker
Mike Parker
I swiped through the guys on Grindr, flopping down on my new couch and pressing my hand against my half-enthused cock as I scanned the app for someone hot to take the edge off.
Nope, too bulky.
Nah, too hairy.
Oh, hell no. I liked small guys, but… Jesus H. Hip bones and rib bones all showing, did this one even eat?
I swiped again, then tossed the phone down on the coffee table with a frustrated sigh and dropped my head back against the couch, closing my eyes. No doubt about it, college had spoiled me.
Well, not college—more like Phi Beta Nu.
After four years, I’d been more than ready to graduate and get on with my adult life, but not gonna lie, I did miss some of the perks of being a Nu brother. Of course, I’d always be a Nu brother and I knew damn well that my career path—and hell, this condo and the furniture in it and the shiny new car I’d just leased—had all come to me a little bit easier because of the Nu brothers who had come, no pun intended, before me. But having connections out in the real world wasn’t the same as the convenience of living with my brothers 24/7 in what had been known around campus as the Fuck House on Frat Row.
And it definitely wasn’t the same as having Bobby Lane at my beck and call.
As far as I was concerned, Bobby pledging Phi Beta Nu had turned my senior year into the most epic in the history of the Fuck House, and I groaned, grinding the heel of my hand against my dick as it started to get more excited now that I had Bobby on the brain.
I hadn’t seen him in weeks, not since I’d graduated and he’d fucked off to whatever the hell he was doing with the summer break between his freshman and sophomore years. I hadn’t asked where he was headed for the summer, and now I was kicking myself for it.
Well, I mean, technically, now I was basically jerking off, not kicking myself.
Remembering Bobby’s sweet, tight little ass and all the ways he’d let me use it.
Thinking about how hot it had been to initiate him into the frat… to hear him squeal and moan and beg for my cock… to have him not even try to hide the fact that he got off on the Phi Beta Nu tradition of freshman serving seniors.
Trust me, I’d been looking forward to my senior year for the entirety of my college career, but I’d still never counted on being blessed with a horny little freak like Bobby.
My horny little freak.
I lifted my hips and shoved my shorts out of the way, spitting into my palm so I could get serious about giving my dick what it needed.
Bobby Lane liked it a little rough, and even though he’d enthusiastically done his duty as a Nu brother whenever and for whomever asked, I was pretty fucking sure that he’d enjoyed it just a little bit more when he was doing it for me. That boy had looked for any excuse to bend over and give me his ass… to let me shove my cock into his hot little mouth… to go against one of my rules, just so I’d have an excuse to make him pay for it.
My freaky little Bobby got off on all of it.
He was fucking perfect.
I groaned again, my hand speeding up as the memories started coming hot and fast. You’d never know he was such a horny little cockslut to look at him. Pretty little face that he barely needed to shave yet. Pretty little body. All “yes, sir” and “no, sir” even when he didn’t have to.
How many times had we been out and about somewhere on campus—surrounded by other people with Bobby acting all cute and innocent so you’d think he was some kind of untouched virgin—but all the while, he’d be angling his delicious little body to hide the fact that he had one hand down my pants and was jerking me off. I don’t know what had turned him on more, getting away with public sex or knowing that I’d have to punish him for it later if he got caught.
Probably both.
I wanted him back.
I thumbed my slit, remembering how good his tongue felt there. Damnnnnnn. My breath was starting to sound like some kind of wet, sloppy porn soundtrack, but fuck if I could help it. That boy just did it for me. Especially when he turned those big eyes and pouty lips on me, somehow managing to look like he was smiling even when he wasn’t. It was an expression that I’d learned quick enough was his way of silently begging me to slap him around a little while I fucked him, and damn if it wasn’t hella sexy.
My balls went hot and tight at the memory, and I groaned again, not giving one single fuck if the neighbors could hear.
I was close to coming, and I was gonna come hard.
I let my head fall back against the back of the couch again, squeezing my eyes close so I could picture what I really wanted. The almost drunken look that would come over Bobby’s face when I’d twist his nipples too hard, or how fucking hot his bouncy little ass looked when I spanked it cherry red, or how it felt to pin him against a wall… a bed… his desk…
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
My hips slammed up into my hand, and the fingers of my other one scrabbled against the leather of my couch, looking for purchase on the too-smooth, too-tight surface.
Kind of reminded me of Bobby’s ass, actually.
Fucking Christ, I’d love to see my boy spread out on all this leather.
I was thrusting into my fist fast and furious now, panting out something that may or may not have been his name, but fuck if I cared. Sharp, hot waves of pleasure were shooting out of my balls and right up my dick, making my entire body tighten with the kind of impending orgasm I hadn’t had since school got out.
Since Bobby.