Hot Frat Guys Novels & Stories

I don’t even bother changing; I just grab my keys and run out the door in the sweatpants and sweater I was already wearing. I drive over to the frat house, the baseline of the music vibrating through the pavement blocks before I even park. When I push through the front doors, the heat, the smell of cheap beer, and the volume of bodies hit me like a wall. I start moving through the crowded living room, frantically looking around for LJ’s bright hair. “Look who crawled out of her hole,” a guy sneers as I pass a beer-pong table. Before the humiliation can even set in, Connor steps into the guy’s space, pushing him back. “Shut the fuck up and mind your own business,” Connor snaps defensively.

I replied. “She’s very hot—you’re blind if you don’t see it, buddy,” Brian corrected. “So, let me get this straight—no one is dating her, and we’re all going to the movies with a nice girl?” Frank summed it up. “Yes, that’s right. It won’t be a date for any of us—just ignore the fact that she’s a girl,” I concluded the conversation. Just as I expected, the guys confronted me in the locker room. “Jay, why did we have to watch that crap?” Aaron asked while fixing his red hair. Everyone loudly commented on his question—even Brian grumbled something.

Since I have now seen my two best friends with hard cocks, taking turns shoving them in my gasping wife, I'll tell you we're average there too. The girls, well, Tessa says her tits are too small, Laura says hers sag and Frankie says hers are uneven. Nobody shaves their cocks or pussies. Average. Lars—his first name is actually Morris, but he looks so Nordic we nick named him Lars—Frank, and I were roomies the first year of college. Our behavior was typical, we studied some, drank more, did drugs and tried to fuck just about any girl we could. Then I met Contessa, Tessa for short, Lars met Laura, and Frank met Frankie, well, Eleanor, actually, she hated that so she used her middle name Franci

the blonde stammers, elbowing her co-worker like she’s shoving words out of her. “Sorry,” the brunette blurts. Her round cheeks flame crimson. “I just … never saw so many hot dudes in one room before.” Every San Francisco boy’s grin flashes at once. The air thickens with smugness. “Oh, girlfriend …” Lee croons, his voice positively dripping camp. “Wait till you see the full house.” He is officially sounding as gay as Dean. “More?” The brunette’s eyes widen to dinner plates, sparkling with scandalized delight. Her friend elbows her so hard she almost keels over.

Mia said, applying a dark, vampy lipstick, "we forget that men are trash. We just dance until our feet bleed." Hannah arrived twenty minutes later, looking like a firecracker in a silver sequined mini-skirt. "The Uber is downstairs. Let's go before I lose my nerve and stay in to watch N*****x." The frat house was a pulsating beast of bass and heat. Even from the sidewalk, the smell of stale beer and cheap cologne hit us. As we pushed through the front doors, the atmosphere changed instantly. It was a den of hedonism.

“Yuck! You and Black are so gay!” “Stop it. Guys, please keep it a secret. We were drunk,” Grey pleaded. “And now that’s your excuse? Drunk? Hmmm,” Blue said. Green and Blue burst into laughter, hitting their friend with pillows. They even ganged up on him and pinned him down. They looked like little kids teasing each other. “You’re too heavy. I can’t breathe!” Grey shouted. “You’re just being flirty,” Blue insisted. “But what about Katleya?” Grey suddenly asked, making Blue fall silent.

His last sentence has all of us staring at him wide-eyed. Tony is the one that speaks first. breaking the shocked silence. “Tasted like him?” “Yeah bro,” frat guy swings his beer, “it sucked. A lot. Never trust a woman.” “Dude, if you knew what he tasted like then don’t you think that maybe you were the problem in your relationship,” Jackson mocks. Frat guy shakes his head. “Nah bro. He was my bro, and she did him all over.” Tony snickers and taps his shoulder. “So what? You off women now?”

I answered, standing in an akimbo. "You have more than three friends so which ones?" she asked, staring at me in the face. "Anger, frustration and forlornness" I answered. Eva Luna "Anger, frustration and forlornness" he answered. "Really?" I said with an eye roll. "Yh" he replied. "You are a fool, you know" she snickered. "And, you are an even bigger fool," he smirked. I pretended to be looking for a comeback but instead, I was further admiring the environment.

Ashlee said. “Seriously?” said Gaby. “So there are four of them? Like F4?“ Sasha nodded. “Yes. Four handsome, rich guys.“ Ashlee giggling. “They have a luscious body that all women talk about.” Gaby chuckled. “Really, luscious?” Sasha giggled. “Of course. Clark and Dylan are even more handsome. They are the most famous of them. Well, Clark’s got a lot of fans.” ‘Dylan’s here? No way! He can’t be my best friend!‘ Gaby thought.

From nowhere, a smack landed on my ass tore a terrified and startled gasp from my throat as I hastily whirled around to see a bunch of four guys who were guffawing their lungs off, like they had done something impossibly funny right now. Meanwhile what they had done was to harass me sexually, and there was nothing funny about that. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I demanded angrily at who was definitely the culprit because he was the one gloating while his friends snickered on and on. “You look so damn sexy in that pair of shorts, couldn’t resist. Bet you’d fold so well when getting fucked, tiny thing that you are.” As soon as he was done, his friends laughed on and on like the biggest jo