Novel & Cerita Frat Guys In Underwear

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.

*** The sound of my shorts tearing registered in my brain, cool air from its absence soothing my burning core. “FUCK…Guys, she’s not wearing any underwear…” Bronx growled with Benji and Bayor joining in, the rumbling of it sending more pleasure shock waves through my body. “You’re our naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asked. I whimpered and nodded in response. “Words, babe, we need your words,” Benji reminded me.

I didn’t care as I took it with me upstairs, wanting to explore what a frat house was like. The first door I opened had me closing it immediately. There were two people in there, having sex. The next door had more people in it. I stepped inside hesitantly. They were seated in a circle, a bottle in between them. I figured they might have been playing spin the bottle but what shocked me was the fact that a girl was on her knees sucking off a guy in front of everyone. Was that part of the dares?

I'm not well-versed in flirting! "Hey, you!" Ritian involuntarily stiffened. He hesitated for a second. Deciding to ignore the guy, he humped. The cold wind swept his face. He gritted his teeth and continued to fight the cold. "You're not supposed to walk around naked!" Splashes of water indicated that the man moved. Ritian became alarmed. He hastened his movements, and almost grin in pride when he finally survived the sloppy way. He called, "I'm not naked! See this sexy white piece of see through something? This is called underwear! An ancient type of undergar—"

Reegan joked to lighten the mood and his words had the desired effect, helping me relax. A short time later, we were heading to the common room to make our announcement to the pack. The guys were dressed casually in faded jeans and t-shirts that pulled tight across their muscular forms. They both oozed sexiness and it took all my willpower not to turn around and try to lure them back to bed.

I give him a small smile. “Do you plan on ripping through your clothes?” “No!” Mina laughs and he just looks at us confused. “We don’t have to change, you’ll see.” She winks at him and he still looks confused, but shrugs. He and Mike strip down to nothing, stowing their clothes in the backpack Tyler brought. I am doing everything possible to not look at either of them. Naked guys are not new to me, but I just can’t get past it making me uncomfortable. I hope I’m not this weird about it when I do find my mate.

The heavy wooden door to the fraternity house basement swung open, and I was immediately pulled inside by strong hands. The room was dimly lit by red LED lights, filled with the scent of beer, sweat, and sex. Twenty of the most elite, dominant frat brothers waited for me, all of them already shirtless and hard, their eyes devouring my barely-covered body. I had barely stepped foot inside before they swarmed me. “Finally,” one of them, a tall, muscular senior named Jake, growled as he grabbed me by the waist and slammed me against the pool table. “We’ve been waiting all day for our campus whore.”

These people have no regard for decorum. “Here we go again. Carter is going to have another bitch fit,” says the one named Julian, his voice dripping with condescension. He’s 6’7” with deep, sapphire blue eyes, skin the colour of island sand, strong chiselled features with stubble and warm brown hair. Just like his friend, he doesn’t seem to care for the dress code since he’s in a navy blue long-sleeve wool shirt and navy blue skinny jeans. He looks fit and toned, but he has to have the broadest shoulders on the planet. He must struggle to fit through doors. So, these are the guys Irina was fawning over. Sure, they’re good-looking, but their attitudes suck. I distribute the drinks on the cen

“Well boys, I was wrong. That group is not going to require the older female generation. They’re off to a good start all on their own.” Oh, Shit didn’t cover it. All four of them had removed their baggie t-shirts and track pants. My eyes were only focused on one, the blonde hair beauty that was showing off the curves that I had been running my hands over just last night. I close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths trying to control myself the last thing I need to do is spend training trying to control the boner that is about to form in my baggie shorts. I open my eyes when I hear a panicked link from Levi. “You jackasses need to get down here and help me. They had clothes on when I go

She said in a duh tone. "No, I meant you keep looking round like you're expecting someone." "I'm not. I wasn't even expecting you." She said her eyes still roaming around the noisy cafeteria. "Your school's funny. " She said. "In what way? " He asked eating his fries. "Several. The most amusing is how girls would do anything to be with a guy. " Ari said as she eyed some girls that giggled at the canvas boy beside her. Austin noticed her disgust and smiled.