Hot Frat Guys Novels & Stories

“Why don’t we find you a guy to dominate instead? You need to get laid, it’ll take your mind off of work.” A loud crash at the revolving doors in the front of the lobby caught our attention. Both of our heads pivoted to the source of the noise. A group of guys wearing fraternity shirts came tumbling through the doors, shoving each other and laughing. Their sneakers squeaked on the polished marble floors.

Many of them, sometimes all at the same time. He’s completely shameless. “Sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” I shrug it off and leave him with his fan group as they slowly start to swarm him. His best friend saunters past me, the same swaggering walk as Dane, with a wink as he heads his way and gets an eyeroll in response. Another beefy hot boy, although that one isn’t as pierced and inked as my brother. Tyler and Dane are those two kids every high school has. Hot, muscular jock types who pair up young and have this bromance where they do everything in sync and become legends for the less worthy. Sometimes even the same girls.

Antony was a rough grizzly bear, and the two men who worked for him looked like - what? Stereotype much, Kristin? "Sorry. That was very rude of me." She cast about for something innocuous to say. "If you're very hungry, you should try Danny's barbecue ribs and fries." "Think I will. Especially if they taste half as good as they smell."

"The pizza is finally here." I looked around the rooftop, quickly counting the men in the shadows. Five. Just like they had stated in the contract. They were five married men in their forties, and every single one of them was already completely naked. They were celebrating the divorce of their wealthy friend, and they had decided to kick off the bachelor freedom with a massive gangbang. "You ready for us, sweetheart?" another man asked, walking out from behind the bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes locked onto my shaking body.

I've spent enough days with you to know you're a cool person. I think we make a nice pair. Besides, I'm not in search of many friends. I know where that got me. "I reply, and she smiles. She makes to speak, but we both jump at the sound of someone's growl. " Hey! "We turn to find Mason screaming at a junior who looks like he's about to pee his pants, near the middle of the field. " Are you mad!? "Mason screams at the boy, and the boy just stands there with his head dropped. Trembling with fear.

“Alpha Niall took me in as his own. Raised me alongside Alpha Nate. Why do you think he wasn’t bothered by me being late?” “I don’t understand.” “He is an Alpha. If anyone else is late, he gets mad.” “Because he is an Alpha? Isn’t that something to do with American universities? The whole Greek thing for frat houses?” “Has he not told you?” We walk past a group of large guys. They start whistling at us. “Who’s the pretty girl, Lola?” “Guys, back off. Not today.” “Come on, tell us your name, little wolf?” A blonde guy smiles at me.

She looked up to see two masks, and her heart lurched, panic rising into overdrive. The bed dipped, and she looked down at her legs to see another guy crawling over to her. He had no mask, and there was a smirk on his face. “What the hell are you doing!” Sadie struggled as she saw the phone. “Hey sexy girl!” he called. “We are all adults here, and this is a frat party, so one kiss wouldn’t hurt you.” He called, holding the phone close to Sadie’s face. Sadie tried to struggle away, but soon enough the guy’s lips had touched hers, and her eyes widened. His friend cheered while he tried to push his tongue past Sadie’s lips;

She adds, with a sigh. "Oh please, it's not like I'm still holding my V card anyway..." "We're talking about the typical frat house party movie thing, Keira." Keisha deadpan. Breathe Hazel. Slow, and easy. Breathe... just breathe... "Chill the fuck out, would you? I get it... frat boys could be a jerk sometimes. But, not all... and not all of them would get 'rapey' and horny at every single frat house party."

The Bet. The frat house was loud and smelled like cheap beer and sweat. Jake and Tyler had been rivals since freshman year — both tall, built, cocky as hell, and always trying to one-up each other. Tonight they were drunk, playing pool in the basement, and the stakes had gotten stupid. “Loser has to let the winner fuck him,” Jake slurred, grinning wide. “No backing out. Right here, right now.” Tyler laughed, eyes flashing. “You’re on, asshole. But if I win, I’m breeding that tight straight ass of yours until you can’t walk.”

one of the freshmen says up from across the room, "you've literally never shown interest in anything with a pulse. When we talk about relationships, you get this look on your face like we're discussing sewage." "We literally have a running bet about whether you'll ever date someone," Isaac adds, his voice flat. My head snaps toward him. "You what?" "Five hundred bucks says you die alone and bitter," Brandon grins. "I'm winning so far." The guys start laughing and throwing comments around, and I can feel my face heating up. This is exactly why I don't talk to these idiots about personal shit. "Forget I asked," I snap, shoving my gear into my bag harder than necessary.