What makes me hard, wet ...

Disclaimer: These stories are purely fictitious and the events and scenarios are as well. I try to touch on some real, meaningful experiences of Greek Life but the sex in these stories are based on fantasy with some realistic scenarios involving Fraternity Life for context. Make of that what you will. I don’t own the photos and videos featured on this story and I do not represent any official fraternal entities in any official capacity.

Note:  Adam and CJ from Academic Probation and Morning After are featured in this story. To get caught up on their previous experiences together, check those stories out!

Dr. Adam Daniels (Me)

I got into my condo relatively late, having spent the evening in a meeting with some of my colleagues as they helped plan a Spring Awards program.

I was exhausted, so I wasn’t mentally present during most of the meeting but I figured my presence was enough. I was sitting on my couch, drinking a beer and checking Instagram. I began to loosen my tie when someone began to aggressively knock on my front door.

I wasn’t expecting guests, so I wasn’t sure who it was. I got up and walked over to my front door.

“Who is it?” I asked, regretting not having had a peep hole installed.

I was surprised when I heard CJ’s distinct voice say “You know who it is.”

I instantly got upset, as It’d taken me months to get him out of my system and here he was, showing up at my spot unannounced.

“CJ, what do you want? Why are you showing up at my spot unannounced?” I asked, refusing to open the door.

CJ Brown 

“Adam, open this damn door, I came here to fuck.” He said loudly. I instantly panicked, as I didn’t want any of my neighbors to see someone (that was clearly a student) at my front door, talking about fucking. I quickly unlocked my front door, opened it and pulled him inside of my condo, shutting the door behind him.

“CJ, what the fuck!?” I hissed as I locked my door. I turned around to face him, and he was already sitting on my couch, smirking as he made himself comfortable.

I felt my blood boiling as he smugly sat there. Staring into his eyes, I could tell that he was high, as his eyes were bloodshot red. He was wearing a green hoody and a pair of black basketball shorts and a pair of Nike Slides - clearly, he’d come in clothes that he could slide off and on.

I instantly got upset with myself, because I ‘d taken extreme measure to make sure we weren’t alone in the same room for the last couple of months, and here he was, sitting in front of me looking sexy as hell.

“CJ, why the hell are you here?” I asked him as I folded my arms.

CJ picked up my beer bottle, taking a swig from it. He placed it back down on my coffee table before he stretched out his legs.

“You don’t seem happy to see me, Adam. That makes me sad man, because I’m happy to see you.” He said, holding back a laugh.

“CJ, why are you here?” I asked him again, raising my voice.

CJ shrugged.

“I honestly just came here, Adam. I don’t know – I-I missed you.” CJ said, staring directly into my eyes.

I felt myself getting tense at his admission.

“CJ…” I said, before he immediately cut me off.

“No, before you cut me off, let me finish. I get it, we can’t be together, I’m a student, but damn. It’s hard to find good, consistent dick around Charleston. Why can’t we just hook up how we used to?” he asked. With the mention of our history, I felt my dick beginning to stiffen.

I sighed as CJ stared into my eyes, awaiting an answer.

“CJ, you know why we can’t go there anymore, I’m not trying to lose my job. We haven’t talked about any of this in months, so what made you work up the nerve to come over here tonight?” I said as I studied his facial expression. I could tell that based on his expression, he hadn’t planned this – he’d really spontaneously decided to show up at my condo.

CJ looked down into his lap. I could tell that he was deep in thought. He looked up into my eyes once again and said “First of all, I’ve never shared what we’ve done with anyone, ever. I came here tonight because I miss you and that dick. You haven’t kicked me out yet, so I know you miss me too.”

I stood there, silent as CJ looked into my eyes. When I didn’t respond, CJ stood up and he began to remove his hoody, revealing his bare chest and abs. The sight of his semi-nude body was enough to make my dick stand at full attention.

“Like I said, you haven’t kicked me out yet, so I know you miss me too.” He said, staring down at my crotch.

“Let me show you just how much I missed you.” He said as he slowly walked towards my bedroom. Watching his hips and ass sway as he entered my bedroom was enough for me to change my mind.

Before I could think logically, my dick began to make all of the decisions for me, leading me to follow him into my bedroom.

As soon as I entered my bedroom, I saw CJ sitting on the edge of my bed. I snatched my tie off and I began to unbutton it as I walked up to him.

CJ boldly reached towards the bulge in my dress pants and began fondling my dick through them. I stared into his eyes, which were filled with lust. I could tell that he was excited because without me saying a word, he was unzipping my pants! He tugged the waistband of my Emporio Armani boxer briefs down and he pulled my dick out.

I watched as he began stroking my dick. I finally managed to remove my dress shirt and under shirt when he suddenly brought his face towards my dick. I gasped as I felt his lips wrap around the tip of my dick.

I stood there in euphoria as CJ began to drag his tongue up and down the length of my dick. I felt guilty that we were once again crossing the line but as CJ coated my dick with his saliva, I decided to enjoy this moment.  I stifled a moan as CJ glanced up into my eyes. He knew that he was having an effect on me already.

CJ sucked his way back and forth for a few minutes, before he took my entire length into his throat! I felt his nose buried in my pubic hair as I felt my dick curing down the underside of his neck. I was impressed with his ability to take my dick deep into his throat, but if he continued to do that, I’d nut sooner than I wanted to.

“Uhhh, fuck come up man!” I moaned as I tried to pry CJ off of my dick. He wasn’t making it easy, as he continued to suckle on the tip of my dick for a minute or two before releasing me.

“What’s wrong?” CJ asked me as he grinned.

“You still have your clothes on, that’s what’s wrong.” I said.

CJ laughed as he kicked his Nike slides off. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and underwear, sliding them off at the same time.

I followed suit, pulling my dress pants and underwear completely down so I could step out of them. We were both naked in record time. I walked over to the other side of the bed and I crawled onto it. I laid on my back and I sprawled out on top of my California King Bed, with my dick standing at attention.

CJ followed my lead, crawling to the other side of the bed. He positioned himself my spread legs and resumed where he’d left off. I threw my head back as CJ sucked and swallowed my dick. I thought back to our previous hook up’s – CJ had been a competent dick sucker but it was clear that in the past few months, he’d been getting his practice in. His throat muscles kept flexing as he sucked me off and it were as if he had no gag reflex.

I let CJ continue to suck my dick for a few more minutes, moaning each time he tightened his lips or drug his tongue along the underside of my dick. I eventually had to stop him, as I keep darting my eyes down towards his ass. I knew that I wanted to bust this nut by fucking and not by a blowjob, so I once again pulled him off of my dick.

“What now?” CJ asked as he looked up into my eyes.

“Ain’t nothing wrong, I’m just ready to get a piece of that ass.” I said as I leaned down over his back and slapped his yellow, perky ass a few times. CJ moaned a bit as I slid my finger down the crack of his ass. When my finger reached his hole, he purred like a cat in heat.

“I knew you missed me nigga.” CJ said in a sexy, low voice as he arched his back.

“Yeah, I did…I also know that you didn’t just ‘spontaneously’ show up at my place.” I said as I sniffed my finger. My finger smelled like like flowers and men’s body wash. It was clear to me that he’d come here with the intention of getting fucked and I was here to deliver that.

CJ laughed at my statement.

“I did what I had to do. I’ve been craving that dick.” He said with a grin.

I didn’t want to waste any more time. CJ crawled higher up on the bed as I rolled to the side to make space for him. I got behind him as I took in his nude body. His ass was sitting just right.

CJ looked over his shoulder in anticipation as I rubbed my hands together. I crawled back onto the bed behind him, straddling him as I pushed him face down onto the bed. I forced him to spread his legs and I lowered my face to his ass.

CJ looked back over his shoulder in anticipation. I forced him to spread his legs and I lowered my face to his ass. I slapped it a few times before I pulled his ass cheeks apart. Without warning, I plunged my tongue into his asshole, swiping his hole with my tongue.

“Damn nigga!” CJ moaned as he threw his head back. I continued to swipe my tongue in and out of his hole, tasting his sweet ass as CJ arched his back, elevating his ass and giving me even more access to his hole.

I felt my beard dripping with my spit as I continued to feast on his hole. I needed to get this shit wet!

“Fuck!” CJ moaned as I pried his cheeks apart, trying to bury my tongue in even deeper. CJ was throwing his ass back towards my face, and I was enjoying the feast. It was truly just preparation for a long overdue dick-down.

I loved hearing CJ’s masculine moans and groans – I could tell that he was really into this. Initially, he was trying to stifle his moans but now, he wasn’t holding back – in neither his body language or his actions. He was practically throwing his ass to me and moaning without any regard to how loud he was.

I got the vibe that he was ready for some dick, so I began to finger him, using my fingers to open up his hole a bit more to prepare it for my dick.  CJ began pushing his ass back on my fingers, enjoying the sensation before he told me that he needed ‘the real thing’.

I pulled off and climbed on top of him, which made CJ visibly tense up. I slid the length of my dick up and down his ass crack, which made CJ look over his shoulders.

“You ready?” I asked him.

CJ bit his lips and said “Hell yeah.”

I took that as my signal to really get this shit started.

I rolled over to the side of my bed and I grabbed a condom from the nightstand. I quickly put it on, and I rolled back over to him, laying on top of him.

I leaned in against CJ’s back as I reached for my dick. CJ reached behind himself and spread his ass as I aimed my dick towards his moist hole. I didn’t give him an y warning – I began  pushing myself deep into him, prying the tip of my dick into his asshole.

CJ gasped as I penetrated him. Neither of us spoke as I bit my lips. I buried my head into his shoulder as I slowly sunk my dick into his tight tunnel. I could feel CJ squirming underneath me, trying to get adjusted to my girth.

“Ughhhhh” he grunted as I continued to sink into him. I lightly massaged his waist and I kissed on his neck as I felt my dick halfway into him.

“I’m almost there, baby.” I cooed into his ears as CJ tried to soldier through the pain.

“Oh God!” he moaned as my pubes made contact with his ass – he’d managed to get all 9 inches of my dick up in him – he probably felt me up in his gut.

I gave him a minute to adjust to me, but I couldn’t last too much longer before I began to fuck him. Having my dick up in CJ felt like…it felt like having my dick swimming in a tight, wet tunnel. Especially whenever he unintentionally squeezed his asshole on the base of my dick? I loved that shit.  

After a few minutes of fucking, CJ got used to my stroke. I guess it was just like riding a bike – you never forget how to ride once you’ve mastered it. CJ began pushing his back onto me, giving me the license to fuck the way I wanted to.

“Let’s change positions, Adam.” CJ said. I obliged, pulling out of him and resetting our body positions. Soon, he was on his back with his legs wrapped behind my back as I dunk into his depths once again. I looked down and watched my thick dick sliding into CJ once again. I looked up into his eyes – CJ’s eyes were shut as I sunk my dick into him yet again. He was clearly drunk with lust. I looked back down between us, loving the sight of seeing his asshole clinging to the base of my dick as I fucked him.

I rubbed my hands along his ribcage and his abs as I continued to fuck him. At this point, I’d was starting to lose control. I began to fuck him with deeper, longer and stronger strokes. CJ took the fucking like a champ as I continued to pump my dick in him at a record pace.

“Fuck me, Adam! Fuck me good daddy!” CJ shouted as he began stroking his own impressive 8-inch dick.

“Please don’t stop, I’ve been wanting this shit!” he said, moaning as I continued fucking him. CJ didn’t have to worry about me stopping, I was too far gone to stop.

Hearing CJ’s moans and watching him stroke himself did something to me. I leaned my face down to his, forcing my tongue down his throat as I continued fucking him. CJ moaned as we made out, both of us fighting to take control of the kiss that we were sharing. Eventually, CJ realized that I was in control and he let me suck on his tongue as we fucked.

I could feel CJ trembling underneath me – I could tell that he was close. I could feel my own nut approaching, so the timing was perfect! I pulled away from the kiss and I doubled down on my efforts.

“You want this nut, nigga?” I asked him, taunting him.

“Hell yeah!” he said, throwing his head back again.

I continued stroking his ass and without any kind of warning, CJ’s body trembled again before I saw cum shooting out of his dickhead between both of our bodies. CJ moaned as he painted his chest and abs with his own semen!

“Fuck!” he moaned as he continued to coat his chest with his nut.  

That moment sent me over the edge! I felt my own nuts tighten up and I took one final plunge into him as I began to come!

“Fuck, I’m coming!” I moaned as felt my dick explode, filling the condom up with a thick load of semen. If CJ were a woman, and I wasn’t wearing a condom, I would have definitely impregnated him.

CJ lay back on his back as his tight hole milked me dry. I laid on top of his body for a few minutes as we both came down from out sexual high.

I felt spent as I slowly began to withdraw from him…not wanting the contents of the condom to spill onto my bed sheets.

Once I was out of him, I carefully removed the condom and I tied it the end of it shut. I threw the condom in a wastebasket (beside my bed) before I looked back over at CJ.

CJ was still laying on his back as he rubbed his hands through the mess that he’d made on his chest. He smiled at me as I stared into his eyes.

“So…that was dope.” I said, unsure of what to say. Was the sex fire? Absolutely. Was it supposed to happen? Absolutely not.

I climbed off of the bed to fetch him a clean towel to clean up with, as I didn’t want that mess that was on him to find its way to my comforter.

I returned from the bathroom with a washcloth and I tossed it to him. CJ caught it and he began to clean the cum off his chest and stomach.

I opened my mouth to speak, when CJ cut me off.

“Listen, I know we weren’t supposed to be doing this anymore, but it happened. What’s understood, doesn’t need to be explained. I know you ain’t trying to lose your job, and I don’t want you too. I just think we could both use an occasional fuck buddy. Let’s agree on that?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

I contemplated his offer for a minute, weighing all of the options. Unfortunately, my dick had already made this decision for me.

“Fine.” I said, smiling.  Against my better judgement….we had an agreement.

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Disclaimer: These stories are purely fictitious and the events and scenarios are as well. I try to touch on some real, meaningful experiences of Greek Life but the sex in these stories are based on fantasy with some realistic scenarios involving Fraternity Life for context. Make of that what you will. I don’t own the photos and videos featured on this story and I do not represent any official fraternal entities in any official capacity.

It was a chilly Friday evening in Mid-January and instead of spending it out with my frat brothers, I’d decided to stay in for some much-needed alone time. As a chapter, we were getting ready to pledge a new line of young men into Sigma and I wasn’t looking forward to giving up all of my free time.

After the week that I’d had, I really needed a break. My fraternity’s Founders’ Day Celebration had been an epic affair – we had chapters from all over the state of North Carolina come through to kick it with my chapter (in Charlotte) and I’d hosted a ton of brothers in my tiny apartment. All of them had left town this morning (finally) after a few days in the city…so I really just wanted to chill.

Christian Stewart (Me)

Rather than hit the clubs, I was spending my Friday evening on my couch watching television while I waited for a dick appointment to come through later in the evening. 

I was clicking through my cable channels, searching for something to watch when the doorbell rang a few times.

I wasn’t in the mood to be bothered, so I sat quietly on my couch, hoping whoever was there would go away when whoever rung my doorbell began to knock on my door.

“Yo, Christian, you in there?!” a deep voice yelled from the other of my door. Whoever it was sounded familiar and they obviously knew that I lived here.

“Fuck.” I mouthed to myself as I stood up from my comfortable couch and I walked over to the door. 

I was lounging around damn near naked - I was only wearing my favorite pair of navy blue Calvin Klein briefs so I quickly ran to my bedroom and threw on some sweatpants and a black t-shirt before I returned to my living room. 

I was curious to know who was visiting me on what was supposed to be my night of peace without contacting me first. I found myself getting more irritated with each step.

I looked through the peep hole and on the other side of my door stood Robert Marshall, one of my older chapter brothers that’d crashed with me over the past few days. He was standing there, looking exhausted and impatient with…his duffle-bag beside him.

Why did he have his bags? I just knew that some bullshit was about to go down.

“Dammit.” I whispered to myself as I unlocked the door handle and I opened the door to be greeted by Robert.

“Rob…what’s going on?” I said as I stepped aside to let him in. Rob was supposed to be on his way back to Asheville on the Greyhound, so clearly something had happened if he were back here.

Rob ignored me, opting to drop his duffle-bag by my door and he walked over to my couch, plopping down without any kind of acknowledgment that he’d interrupted my evening.

I took in a deep breath before I spoke.

“Rob, what’s going on? Aren’t you supposed to be back in Asheville?” I asked him in a voice that barely masked my irritation.

Rob continued staring at the television, which was really pissing me off. I’d already allowed him to crash at my place for four days, keeping my place stocked with weed, allowing him to bring women (ew) into my place, the whole nine yards. I’d done my due diligence as a fraternity brother. I wasn’t about to allow him to ruin my night further.

“Rob, what the fuck!” I shouted, walking over to the area where he was sitting. I stood in front of the television, demanding an answer. Rob initially looked past me, before looking up at me in my eyes.

“Christian, clearly something happened if I’m back here.” Rob said, copping an attitude.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I asked him, folding my arms.

“Clearly, I don’t want to talk about it. I just need to crash another night, damn!” He shouted, raising his voice. He began to remove his white t-shirt, leaving him shirtless.

Robert Marshall

I stared at his tatted upper body for a second, taking his beauty in before I could resume getting to bottom of why he was here.

I folded my arms and I took a deep breath. “Rob, why are you still in town? And how do you know I didn’t already have plans for the evening?” I asked him.

Rob looked down at his phone before speaking. “Ugh, if you must know, I missed my Greyhound bus. I came back because I the next bus doesn’t leave until tomorrow around noon. Clearly you were just watching television, so you aren’t too busy.” He said, which pissed me off.

Before I could stop myself, I was already popping off at him. “For your information, I was expecting company later!” I replied.

Rob looked up at me and laughed. “Okay, and? You can have your little friends come over, I’m not stopping you, bruh.” Rob said, laughing to himself. When I didn’t immediately reply, a light-bulb went off in his head and his eyes got big.

“Oh, you were waiting for a nigga to come through?! Yeah, you can cancel all of that shit, I need to crash tonight and I don’t want to see nothing gay.” Rob said, laughing.

“Is that your way of asking me if you can crash, or are you telling me?” I asked him. I refused to acknowledge his homophobic comments, because I expected nothing but ignorance from him.

“I’m frat, I didn’t know I had to ask!” He shouted at me, looking completely bewildered.

I stepped back, shocked that he was yelling at me in my own place. I was really taken aback by how Rob was acting towards me.

“You know what Rob, yeah, you can crash but you gotta get the fuck up out of here first thing in the morning. You can spend your morning at the Greyhound station. Goodnight, asshole.” I said, snatching my phone off of my coffee table and walking towards my bedroom before Rob could say anything to me. I quickly shut and locked my door behind me.

I sat on my bed, irritated that yet again that I was hosting a brother in my personal space. I normally didn’t mind, but Rob was a different story.

Rob and I had a really weird history. When I pledged as a sophomore (two years ago), he was a Graduate Student at our university, so he wasn’t technically in my undergraduate chapter anymore. 

This didn’t stop him from being involved in the chapter’s business, which meant that when I pledged, he was one of the many Sigma men that was apart of my pledge process. He was especially hard on me, being vocal about his discomfort with bringing in a Gay brother but I didn’t allow him to break me.

When I crossed and got initiated into the fraternity, he was congratulatory, emphasizing how ‘proud of me’ he was for not giving up. It was almost as if he’d expected me to quit, which didn’t sit right with me. He’d gone from being cold and distant to suddenly trying to be my friend, which didn’t sit right with me.

I brushed him off, not wanting to deal with him after he’d treated me so badly. He graduated that Spring semester and moved to Asheville to take a job at the university there, so I only saw him whenever he visited Charlotte. Unfortunately, each time he was in town, he would approach me about crashing on my couch. It was as if he just ‘knew’ I would say yes…and each time, I did…because I was taught to always look out for brothers.

I was frustrated with Rob, because he’d treated me so bad, I couldn’t understand why I continued to let him take advantage of me. Yes, we are fraternity brothers but at this point it felt like I was being taken advantage of.

Rob was attractive and charming – most people usually gave him whatever he wanted. I always sat down and had to ask myself if I was giving Rob a pass because he was ‘my type’. I refused to allow myself to be another gay man allowing a straight man to mistreat him due to his physicality.

“I can’t stand that nigga.” I said, feeling my blood boil as I laid back on my bed, thinking about how my night was ruined.

Now, I would have to cancel my plans with my hookup…which was upsetting as I’d cleaned myself out in anticipating of me getting some dick. 

I looked at my clock and I saw that it was now 11:50PM. It was getting pretty late. I was upset with Rob, but I knew that if I was going to host him, I should probably give him some pillows and some covers, so he could sleep comfortably on the couch.

I got off of my bed, walked over to my closet and I grabbed my spare bedding. I walked over to my bedroom door and I opened it. The lights were off in the living room, so I assumed that Rob was asleep. 

I tip toed out to the couch and I threw the covers and pillows on top of him, not caring if he actually utilized them. I’d provided him with bedding, I’d done my part.

As I walked away, I thought I heard Rob moving on the couch, but I didn’t care enough to investigate it. He was probably just trying to get comfortable.

I walked back into my bedroom and I closed the door. I thought back to how I should be getting dicked down at this very moment and I felt myself getting upset again.

“I may not be getting any dick tonight, but I still have my hand and my toy.” I thought to myself as I crawled on top of my bed. With Rob asleep, I figured I could at least bust a nut in the privacy of my own room.

I slid my sweatpants off, I removed my tank top and I grabbed some lube from my dresser. I then slid my briefs down and I began to feel myself up, caressing my dick and rubbing the tip of it. I hadn’t bust a nut all week, so my dick was hard in no time. I was obviously horny.

As I continued to stroke myself, my mind drifted to thoughts of getting fucked and how Rob had ruined that…then, those thoughts turned into imagining Rob on top of me, fucking me. 

I couldn’t stand him, but I kept thinking back to seeing him shirtless earlier. He definitely had an effect on me – the thought of him fucking me made me want to experience something more impactful than my own hand.

I rolled over to the edge of my bed (so I could reach my dresser). I opened it, and I grabbed a 7-inch vibrating dildo that I kept hidden for emergencies like this. I quickly coated the dildo in lubricant and I turned the dildo’s vibrating feature on. Moments later, I raised my legs and pushing the tip of the vibrating dildo into the entrance of my asshole.

Before I knew it, I was moaning and squirming on the bed, fantasizing about Rob fucking me hard and deep! 

In reality, I was pressing the dildo harder into my anal cavity, feeling a wave of euphoria rush through my body. I hated that I was having these thoughts about someone that was routinely disrespectful, took advantage of my kindness and abused our relationship as fraternity brothers. In this moment, none of that mattered – Rob was the object of my fantasy and he was going to help me catch this nut.

I struggled to focus on both shoving the dildo in and out of my own ass as I jacked off, wanting to really get the most out of this moment. I found myself moaning and groaning as the dildo sunk deeper into my ass. 

I clenched my hole as I wished that I was experiencing a real dick. The dildo was nice, but it couldn’t mimic the feeling of having a man on top of me.

I removed the dildo, turned it off and I threw it on the other side of my bed so I could focus on jacking off. I used my right hand to stroke my dick as my left hand made its way down to my ass. 

I began to touch my asshole, pressing into it and feeling how wet I was. I stifled a moan as I allowed two fingers to enter my ass. I bit my own lip as I continued to try and bring myself to orgasm.

“Mmm…” I moaned as my hole puckered (in response to me darting my fingers in and out of my sensitive hole.) I bit my lip as I thought about how good all of this felt. Having a real dick (preferably Rob’s) up in me would feel even better, but this would have to do for now.

Before I knew it, I was close to finally busting this nut!  I continued to stroke my dick and fingering myself as I felt my balls tightening, signaling that I was about to nut! I bit my lip and I tightened my hand around the base of my dick, preparing to shoot all over myself.

“Fuck!!!!!” I moaned loudly as four thick ropes of cum shot from my dick, coating my pubic hair, my abs and my chest. I was in the middle of busting my nut when I heard Rob saying “What the fuck is going on…” before my doorway swung open! Without warning, Rob was standing in my doorway – shirtless with just his sweatpants on!

“What the fuck man?!” Rob said as one last rope of nut came shooting from my dick, landing messily over my chest, mixing in with the rest of the nut that had coated my body.

I was so fucking embarrassed as Rob stood by the door, grinning at me as I removed my finger from my ass.

“I look like a fucking frosted toaster strudel. The category is…glazed doughnut.” I thought to myself as I laid there, still in shock at Rob catching me as I busted a nut all over myself.

“I knew you were in here doing some freaky ass shit. All that moaning and shit.” Rob said, raising an eyebrow. I laid on my bed, naked, coated in my own cum. I was frozen in shock as my eyes fell to Rob’s crotch – I could see the beginning of what looked like a hard dick. 

I decided to turn the tables on Rob (to deflect from my own embarrassment.)

“Are you sure you didn’t enjoy the ending of my little show? Cause I’m pretty sure your dick is getting hard over there.” I said.

Rob frowned and rolled his eyes. “Never, I was out in the living room, dreaming about a girl I’m fucking, my dick was hard before I came in here. Anyways, this shit is weird…clean yourself up nigga. I know you gotta get your nut, but you were making all kinds of noise, so I had to make sure you were good. I’m going back to the couch.” Rob said, taking another glance at me. 

I swear I saw a wet spot forming at his crotch before he walked away but I wasn’t going to press the issue.

As Rob walked away, I sat up on my bed, grabbing some tissue from a tissue box to wipe myself off.

“That nut was worth it.” I thought to myself as I continued cleaning myself off.

I laid there for a few moments, trying to process what’d just happened.

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           I’d been with my girlfriend Demetria since high school but we’d only been serious for about three years. Now that she was pregnant with my son, I was ready to take it to the next step and ask her to marry me. However, there was something I’d never told her about myself and had no plans of telling her about. Although I hadn’t acted on it in years, I’m into dudes just as much as I’m into women. In high school, I fucked around with five of my basketball teammates and a few other dudes from our school on the low. I continued messing with dudes and other women until me and Demetria moved in together. That was when I decided to become faithful to her. I never thought someone so close to both of us would test my faithfulness.

           “Baby, I’m horny,” I said over the phone to Demetria. “You know I get morning wood like crazy. Can we have some phone sex or something?”

           She laughed and replied, “You know I’m not in the mood. I know it’s been tough but I’m not one of those women who get horny while pregnant. Once I hit three months, I just lost that feeling. My sister says it’ll come back though after I have the baby.”

           “Why you still at your sister’s anyway? Are you coming home or are you gonna stay there until you have the baby?”

           “I don’t know, Horace. These last few weeks have been miserable and my sister and my mama have been making me feel so much better.”

           I sighed and told her, “I love you and I wish you’d let me comfort you. You’re carrying my little boy.”

           “I know, baby. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m punishing you for something. Well, I actually am punishing your ass for getting me pregnant!” She laughed and I laughed, too. “But for real, I love you and I can’t wait to have this baby.”

           “I still wanna name him Tyler or Tyree.”

           “And I said one of those could be his middle name. His first name is gonna be Jabari.”

           “Yeah, we’ll see.”

           “So, what’s my brother been up to? He acts like he can’t call no damn body or respond to my text messages.”

           “He’s good.”

           “Are you sure he hasn’t been giving you any trouble? He hasn’t been smoking weed in the house, has he?”

           “Dante is cool, baby. I keep telling you that boy has changed. He got a job and stopped escorting. He’s helping pay the bills. Your brother is staying out of trouble this time.”

           “He better. Because I’m the last family member that’s willing to help him.” She yawned before saying, “I’m gonna go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you later, baby. I love you.”

           “I love you, too.” I ended the call and then climbed out of bed to go make myself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. When I got in there and saw all of the Honey Nut Cheerios were gone, I called out, “Dante, can I have some of your Apple Jacks?”

           “Yeah, man,” he replied from his room.

           “Thanks.”

                                                    Me (Horace)

           I made myself a bowl and after adding milk, I went into the living room to watch TV while eating. Not long after I finished, I heard Dante talking on the phone with somebody. I could’ve sworn I heard him say something about weed so after taking my bowl back into the kitchen and putting in the sink, I went up the hall and stood outside his open door. I peeked in to see he was playing a videogame in his underwear while his phone was on the bed on speakerphone.

DL friend needed a favor.

Loved the way he took control.

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