Hot Frat Guys Novels & Stories

Another hot guy came up, high-fiving the guy behind Ashly, making it clear they knew each other, before winking at Ashly and moving in close to rub himself against the front of her. "Mind if I join in?" The new guy said into Ashly's ear to be heard over the music, a kind of base-heavy version of 'A Little Death' by The Neighbourhood. Ashly knew what this guy was asking, and hell no, she wasn't about to say yes to this with two hot guys other than her Alpha, so she grabbed the guy by the back of the neck and quickly pulled him in to give him a light tap on his nose. The guys worked together to move in harmony on either side of Ashly, and she let herself relax for the first time in her life. S

“Why not?” “Because after the strippers showed up and danced for a while the guys got drunker and started spilling their guts to me one by one about how they fucked up their lives and marriages to good women during the past fifteen years. Then they warned me not to do the same thing because somehow I would live to regret it like all of them did – except two – Jack and Fink.” “You’re frat brothers attended?” she inquired.

“That was the culture, you know? You settled your differences by duking it out. Half the time, we didn’t even know what we were fighting for; just fighting for a story to tell, I guess.” “I’m sure it didn’t help that alcohol and drugs were involved.” “Hm. There was a lot of that floating around.” “Did you—” “Jonathan, are you asking me if I was a coke-snorting, pill-popping, riding the dragon ass bitch?” His mouth gaped in horror, and I snorted. “I haven’t sampled anything stronger than weed. How about you? I know how you rich frat boys get down.” “Who said I’m in a fraternity?”

Frankie blushed and the boys scoffed "Guys,,,we are in June right?" Trent asked "Yes why?" Seven asked "What do you mean why? Your birthday is coming up by September,,you and Frankie" Trent said and the boys screamed "Can't believe Seven always forget his birthday" Rocky smiled "Can't wait,can't wait,,some people are turning 18" Jerry danced Frankie and Seven laughed "I'm getting a tattoo once I'm 18" Frankie said "I don't have any" Trent and Rocky said at a time

I never did though. The oddest candidate in my imaginary list were a group of four guys in their late twenties and thirties, who came into the pub both with their partners and sometimes just the four of them. They were youthful but not the prettiest guys I had ever seen. One in particular had tattoos on his arms, shaved hair, a broken nose and was muscularly stocky. His three mates were leaner and a small taller than him but all equally looked like ex-boxers.

They were my best friends, the ones who knew all my slutty stories, but this was next level even for me. Liora set her cup down hard, spilling a little beer on the table, her laugh coming out nervous at first but then full. “Zara, you’re insane. The entire frat? That’s like 20 guys over at Delta Rho. You’d be walking funny for a week.” She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up, but I saw the spark in her eyes, like she was half daring me, half worried I’d actually try. Niamh shook her head, her long braids swinging, taking a sip before speaking.

I barely turned around when I heard the sliding glass door open, and a bunch of voices break out into the silence. “Check this place out. These San Marco guys really go all out for these frat parties,” I heard one guy say. I stood up from the chair at the bottom of the deck stairs and tried to peek at who had come out, but didn’t recognize any of them, and one of them had a shirt on that said Jacksonville State. Clearly not students from San Marco. “Hey, who’s over there?” One of them called out to me. ‘Oh, shit. I don’t feel like confronting these guys.’

“Have you been hooking up with your best friend’s sister behind his back?” The room went dead silent for a beat. Marcus’s face twitched, but he laughed it off. “Nah, man. Never.” Drake’s nostrils flared slightly. “Lie.” Chaos erupted in cheers and groans, then a punch from Lucas, his best friend, landed on his face, hard. Then, two guys dragged Marcus toward a random girl in the circle…a fiery redhead who looked more amused than annoyed. They made out sloppily right there while everyone cheered.