Frat Guys In Underwear Novels & Stories

Just a guess though, based on how they talk about it. This weekend, though, I had all the cocks I could ever want or need fucking me in every way, and my pussy was getting a serious workout. It was sore in the best possible way, used and abused, but craving more. We all decided that after a long, sweaty shower… washing off the cum and sweat from the morning's fun, we wanted to go into town wearing shorts and tank tops with no underwear underneath. Then we'd come back to the cabin to get ready properly because we wanted to go out dancing at that bar where we frequently go to, teasing more guys, maybe bringing some back. The guys could pick out exactly what we were to wear, and they all agreed

One guy slap my face to see if I was really asleep, I didn't respond and then they started laughing and joking about how they could do whatever they wanted. They were all young and muscular white guys, and my dick started to get hard again. I was picking up straight vibes from the way they talked and acted and my mind instantly went to fratX videos. All four of them even had tattoos all over them, one guy had a sleeve. They started playing with some of the toys and talking about me and what a slut I was to let guys have such control. One guy tried to open my eye and look inside. Then he opened my mouth and stuck his fingers all the way down my throat as far as it could go. He got all the way

One man said out. All of them started teasing and laughing even louder at the wimpy looking man while the other males started taking off another layer from their clothing. Some were already shirtless and were left with their boxers on. From the corner of my eye, Nick is starting to pull off his shirt from his head and all the other females were squealing. Ugh, I know he's hot. Stop drooling over what's mine. I stared at Penny, who was already left wearing her red bra and mini skirt on. I hate how she touches Nick's chest like that. Alec, who's also shirtless, stared at me with a wicked smile on his face. "I never had sex with someone else in my sibling's room." Another guy called out.

"Alright! Listen up! On shirts I want Brody, Parker, Jace, Evan, and Sam! On skins I want Brian, Anthony, Dylan, Marco, and Max!" The shirts team laughed. As we passed them, they shoved us with their shoulders. I sighed and ripped my shirt off, throwing it onto the sidelines. The rest of my team was absolutely terrible. We had Brian the chubby kid, Anthony the manorexic, Dylan the chess team leader, Marco the scrawny Italian boy and of course me the geeky in-the-closet-gay boy.

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That asshole left me feeling awkward because of the situation that he created. And who was that guy calling him. He looked pretty rough for a posh gathering on the Upper East Side. His spiked hair was cut short, and it glistened stiffly under the mood lights. The black sleeves of his clean cut button-up were pulled to his forearms, revealing an array of colorful tattoos. This man looks gang-affiliated, not to put it lightly. What the hell is he in a fraternity for?

Luca says and I nodded while he walked away with one of the gammas. I remained seated where I was as i make my own findings but I cannot help but also watch the half naked bodies of young men and women dancing around as if something had possessed their bodies. Men were wearing under shirts, or no shirt at all, and pants. They kept eyeing the women who strut around in tank tops and tight dance pants or skirts, and who are smiling, and letting all their worries go away.

In the center of the bed, on sheets I'd changed not long ago, was a fresh bloodstain. There were lipstick smudges on the pillowcase, and the fabric reeked of Sophia's perfume. My nails dug into my palms. A key turned in the lock. Evan walked in wearing an expensive charcoal coat, every inch the star quarterback. He looked nothing like the boy who used to wait for me to bring him cheap hot dogs after my shift. He seemed surprised to see me, but recovered quickly with a smile. "Babe, still mad? Don't worry. Once the buzz dies down, I'll make Sophia delete that post right aw—"

Even in this chilly weather, some of the younger guys, at least, would swim, coming out with their hands over their groins to hide their cold-shriveled dicks. Werewolves didn’t have a lot of modesty. I’d skinny-dipped plenty of times with the whole pack, including my great-aunt and a bunch of kids, and never thought anything of it, just like they didn’t. Nudity in human skin or in fur didn’t bother anyone. But no guy wanted everyone seeing his junk after immersion in forty-degree water. They’d have thermoses of coffee to pass around. Luke, Ian’s and my other closest crony, would always have a bottle of cheap bourbon.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing a hairy chest, and tossed it onto the couch behind him. The room erupted in cheers and claps, like it was the funniest thing they’d seen all night, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched. It didn’t stop there. The next hand went down, and another guy had to peel off his pants, standing there in his boxers while the group razzed him about his skinny legs.