doesn't come out as gay later on in life? I mean , your brother seems pretty straight."
Ellen lowered her voice again.
" Well of course. Once
you've left the frat, you're not allowed to ever talk about it. That's the rule . And like I said, they aren’t gay or
anything, they just do it to help each other out when they’re horny, that’s
all. You know my brother: he’s happily married with two kids. "
I shook my head in bewilderment.
I had never heard of any of this before, but in a weird, twisted way, it all sort
of made sense.
I walked home to my apartment
complex, grabbing my mail in the lobby before walking to the courtyard. I could
hear a couple of male voices talking by the pool, and when I turned the corner
into the courtyard, I saw Paul and his friend lounging in the pool chairs. It
was shaping up to be a hot, muggy summer day, perfect for a swim. My eyes
flicked over to Paul's body for a few seconds before he noticed me. He looked
even bigger and more muscular than usual, and I wondered if he was pumped from
working out, or something. His short brown hair was a little tousled, and his
chiseled face had a light layer of stubble. My eyes wandered down the line of
his neck to his broad chest, before exploring further, to his abdominals. Just
the sight of them made me feel a cold rush that aroused every nerve in my body.
I quickly pulled my eyes away before he could catch me staring.
But then my eyes settled on his
friend, and it sent another wave of sexual electricity through me. Oh my God , I thought. He was so hot !
Paul's friend, Drew, was almost
as muscular as Paul, and even better looking. He wore his dark hair long, and
it was fanned out on the towel under his head. His skin was darker as well, an
olive tone. He, too, looked way too young and good-looking to be a doctor.
"Hey, Katie," Paul
called out. I smiled and waved back girlishly like I usually did, before
walking up to my place. As soon as I was home I peeked through the blind that
was over my front window so I could spy on them. The window was already open a
crack, and I was just close enough to hear their conversation.
"Hey bro," Paul said,
rolling over onto his stomach, "can you get my back? The sunscreen's by the cooler."
I watched as Paul's friend
lathered the sunscreen on his back, running his slick hands over Paul's bulging
shoulders, working it deeper and deeper into his skin. I drew my breath in
sharply. Just when it seemed like he was taking a second too long, he finished.
Then he smacked Paul's ass sharply.
"Thanks, man." Paul
adjusted the wadded-up towel under his head and appeared to get ready for a
nap.
I let the chink in the blind snap
back shut, and sat down on my bed. Maybe Ellen was right: maybe all guys who
are in frats have sex with each other. I wondered if Paul and Drew ever did it.
Could they be gay? It was disappointing to let my mind run down this track,
because lately, I'd been letting myself think that Paul might be into me. He
invited me over the other day, and we'd had a wonderful conversation over a
light lunch before he had to start his shift at the hospital.
Still, even if I didn't have a
chance with Paul now, I didn't feel any less aroused. On the contrary, the
thought of Paul and Drew together made me feel kind of hot, to the point where
I wanted to lie down on the floor and take care of myself, right then and
there.
I decided I couldn't fight it. My
breath was already coming in hot waves, and I could tell my chest was heaving.
" I want you to fuck me ,"
I whispered to no one in particular as I grabbed the waist of my shorts and
impatiently slid them off. I spread my legs wide and began moving a couple of
fingers against the bottom of my panties. The wave of pleasure that washed
through my body was so intense it was overwhelming. I gasped loudly as I
continued to work myself up. I couldn't believe it: my panties were so wet they
clung to my
Ellen lowered her voice again.
" Well of course. Once
you've left the frat, you're not allowed to ever talk about it. That's the rule . And like I said, they aren’t gay or
anything, they just do it to help each other out when they’re horny, that’s
all. You know my brother: he’s happily married with two kids. "
I shook my head in bewilderment.
I had never heard of any of this before, but in a weird, twisted way, it all sort
of made sense.
I walked home to my apartment
complex, grabbing my mail in the lobby before walking to the courtyard. I could
hear a couple of male voices talking by the pool, and when I turned the corner
into the courtyard, I saw Paul and his friend lounging in the pool chairs. It
was shaping up to be a hot, muggy summer day, perfect for a swim. My eyes
flicked over to Paul's body for a few seconds before he noticed me. He looked
even bigger and more muscular than usual, and I wondered if he was pumped from
working out, or something. His short brown hair was a little tousled, and his
chiseled face had a light layer of stubble. My eyes wandered down the line of
his neck to his broad chest, before exploring further, to his abdominals. Just
the sight of them made me feel a cold rush that aroused every nerve in my body.
I quickly pulled my eyes away before he could catch me staring.
But then my eyes settled on his
friend, and it sent another wave of sexual electricity through me. Oh my God , I thought. He was so hot !
Paul's friend, Drew, was almost
as muscular as Paul, and even better looking. He wore his dark hair long, and
it was fanned out on the towel under his head. His skin was darker as well, an
olive tone. He, too, looked way too young and good-looking to be a doctor.
"Hey, Katie," Paul
called out. I smiled and waved back girlishly like I usually did, before
walking up to my place. As soon as I was home I peeked through the blind that
was over my front window so I could spy on them. The window was already open a
crack, and I was just close enough to hear their conversation.
"Hey bro," Paul said,
rolling over onto his stomach, "can you get my back? The sunscreen's by the cooler."
I watched as Paul's friend
lathered the sunscreen on his back, running his slick hands over Paul's bulging
shoulders, working it deeper and deeper into his skin. I drew my breath in
sharply. Just when it seemed like he was taking a second too long, he finished.
Then he smacked Paul's ass sharply.
"Thanks, man." Paul
adjusted the wadded-up towel under his head and appeared to get ready for a
nap.
I let the chink in the blind snap
back shut, and sat down on my bed. Maybe Ellen was right: maybe all guys who
are in frats have sex with each other. I wondered if Paul and Drew ever did it.
Could they be gay? It was disappointing to let my mind run down this track,
because lately, I'd been letting myself think that Paul might be into me. He
invited me over the other day, and we'd had a wonderful conversation over a
light lunch before he had to start his shift at the hospital.
Still, even if I didn't have a
chance with Paul now, I didn't feel any less aroused. On the contrary, the
thought of Paul and Drew together made me feel kind of hot, to the point where
I wanted to lie down on the floor and take care of myself, right then and
there.
I decided I couldn't fight it. My
breath was already coming in hot waves, and I could tell my chest was heaving.
" I want you to fuck me ,"
I whispered to no one in particular as I grabbed the waist of my shorts and
impatiently slid them off. I spread my legs wide and began moving a couple of
fingers against the bottom of my panties. The wave of pleasure that washed
through my body was so intense it was overwhelming. I gasped loudly as I
continued to work myself up. I couldn't believe it: my panties were so wet they
clung to my
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