Page 22 of Frat Boy Confessions: Short Stories
“I can explain,” I offer clumsily.
Edward crosses his arms. His biceps pop as he holds them taut against his chest. “Oh?”
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
He smiles with amusement. “I really don’t see how that’s possible.”
“Okay, well it is what it looks like. I just got so curious.”
“As I said yesterday, there’s nothing wrong with curious.”
“Right.” I clear my throat.
“You could have put a towel down first,” he says, eyeing the big spot of lube I’ve left on his bed.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I grab hold of his sheets and begin stripping his bed. “I can throw these in the laundry for you.”
“Lance, take a breath.” Edward puts his hands on my shoulders.
I shudder under the warmth of his touch. My eyes meet his. “Are you going to call the cops?”
Edward laughs gently. “And tell them what? ‘Oh, hello, officer, I caught my house sitter fucking himself in my bed.’” He switches voices and speaks out one side of his mouth, imitating some old-timey caricature of a cop. “‘Take him away, boys.’”
I feel my cheeks turn red with blush. “So you’re not mad?”
“Mad? It isn’t every day I come home to find a hot frat bro in my bed.”
“You think I’m hot?”
He eyes my exposed body, my toned stomach, which I’m actually kind of proud of, and the tight muscles on my chest. “Hell, yeah.” He moves closer to me and I gasp. “I couldn’t help notice you were saying my name.”
“Yeah, I guess I was fantasizing...”
“Are you interested in making that fantasy come true?”
I smile nervously. “I... I’ve never done this before.”
“You mean sex, or sex with a man?”
“Both,” I answer shyly.
Edward’s eyes brighten. “So you’re a virgin?”
I nod. “But I’d like to change that.”
Edward cups my face in his hand and our mouths crash together. His lips tickle mine, his dark beard scratching my soft skin. Then his tongue explores my mouth, cautious at first. I part my lips to let him in, and our tongues wrestle.
I surrender. He takes control of my mouth, places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the bed. I settle in while he takes off his shorts.
Between kisses, I can’t help taking a peek at the goods. His cock is every bit as magnificent as I imagined. Thick and long, with a smooth head that glistens like glass.
“Can I taste you?” I ask between kisses.
He leans back and smiles. “As much as you want.”
He makes himself comfortable on the bed, pulls his shirt over his head and reveals his meaty biceps. His muscles flex as he joins his hands behind his head. He looks so confident, so carefree.
I take hold of him, the first time I’ve ever felt another man’s cock in my hand. It’s warm and soft and hard all at once. I feel him pulsing in my grip.
