Frat Guys In Underwear Novels & Stories

His lips stretched into a mischievous smirk as he pulled up an empty beer cup, and threw it the two people making out. "Go get a room upstairs!" He yelled at them, and they got up and left. With the girl giggling as the guy pulled her by the arm, with she trying to keep her tiny pieces of clothing in order. Nate occupied the seat next to Mia. "So, Mia right?" The read head inquired. It looked like he was the head of the fraternity. And Mia gave him a firm nod. "Why do you dress like a guy?" "Cause I choose to. I grew up with seven boys." Turning to Nate, she jabbed him playfully on the shoulder, then complained. "I've been here for the past ten minutes, and you haven't offered me beer."

"That's all," "Yeah, with an erection," he said blushing. Samantha and I shared a look before we burst out laughing. "It's not funny. I wasn't wearing underwear, and you know what they say. Sweatpants are men's lingerie," "Oh they are," Samantha and I said before bursting out laughing. "Ya'll are horrible," Jackson groaned, pushing me away. "Yeah yeah, you love us,"

The little hairs in the back of my neck stand and I want nothing more than to run out and give in. We walk out together. Miles looks at me with a smirk. I return it wondering if he feels the same way. We are way too overdressed to be blending in. The girls here are wearing lingerie and nothing else. Some are just wearing panties with their long hair covering their breasts (if that) and stripper heels. The guys are no different most of them were wearing boxers with suspenders or male thongs. I laugh because that's fucking weird. "Hey, baby, you DTF?" a guy shouts over the music and chatter, coming a little too close to me

My host put his empty bottle on the table, "It's hot out tonight, wanna jump in the pool?" I didn't bother with any nonsense about not having a suit, "Great Idea." We stood and undressed. I hadn't bothered with underwear so my tee and shorts were on the concrete before Frank had his polo off. I stood, my cock already half-hard and watched Paul's father undress. He gave a small laugh, "Never thought I'd be nervous getting undressed in front of another guy."

Tossing his shirt behind him, he started to remove his shoes and socks, followed by his jeans. Stacy had on a cute top and a skirt. She surprised the group when she pulled the two pieces of clothing off to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties. The top was obviously not made for a bra, and Kelly suspected that it had built in support, but she hadn't expected the young woman to be without underwear completely. "Nice," one of the guys said, whistling in admiration. The rest catcalled her for a few seconds, causing her to blush and pout playfully over at Molly.

Uncle's forbidden touch 4 The reunion hit like a storm. Cars lined the drive, relatives pouring in with hugs and loud laughs. Aunts pinched my cheeks, uncles slapped backs, cousins eyed me up like fresh meat. I wore a sundress Uncle picked—short, thin fabric that hugged my tits and ass. No panties, his rule. The collar hid under a scarf, but I felt it choke light when I swallowed. His cum from the pool still leaked a bit, sticky reminder between my legs.

I took my seat on the next couch and dragged the unopened box of pizza to myself. I was halfway through the first slice of pizza when Nathaniel came out of his room looking like a snack. He wasn’t half-naked anymore. He had on a white round neck that did nothing to hide what was underneath. It fitted him like a second skin and he had on one of those shorts that guys wear. I have never found guys in skintight clothes attractive until now.

I whispered, dragging myself away. I walked to my front door with him behind me. “So I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked, breath still shallow. “Yes, you will… gorgeous.” One last kiss on the lips. He walked away and waved. I stepped inside, still floating on cloud nine, and then BAM… Welcome to Frat House HELL. “WHAT THE... ?!” “STINK!!” I screamed loud enough to shake the blinds. I kicked off my heels and stomped into a damn scene straight out of a BET Uncut video. Three half dressed dudes on the couch. Three barely clothed women giggling and drinking my juice. One girl had the nerve to be wearing my silk bonnet.

The room was… not empty, and from their uniforms and logo, I knew they were the senior students about to pass out. Both male and female were there. Some were laughing and tossing papers, but the other group of two ladies were bare naked and leaned against desks as a young man was going into the two of them. Two of the other guys were holding what looked like contraband energy supplements, maybe some challenge thing, I wasn’t sure… but the way they were joking, shoving, and pointing was… abominable. They all turned and looked at me as the girls grabbed a cloth to cover their naked bodies.

But my efforts were futile - she didn't return my smile for even a second. “I’ll be back tonight. Promise.” Tomorrow we'd hit another frat party - the same old, same old we did every weekend. I turned away quickly so she wouldn't see the color drain from my face. The frat parties were too much. The guys were always half-baked, drunk, or both. And if any guy dared boast about hooking up with a girl from our crew, he'd parade it around like some shiny trophy. He'd bask and preen in all the attention, puffing out his chest at the ego boost another notch on his bedpost provided.