Frat boy confessions, p.1
Frat Boy Confessions, page 1
FRAT BOY CONFESSIONS
NATHAN BAY
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2022 by Nathan Bay
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First edition: October 2022
Bay Cove Press
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SYNOPSIS
Frat boys. They’re nothing but trouble. But the guys at Beta Gamma Zeta sure know how to have a good time. Discover their deepest secrets with these 3 short stories of MM romance.
Each pulse-pounding tale is just the right length for an exciting bedtime story. Join the bros for some pillow talk. Happy endings are guaranteed.
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
PITCHING A TENT
SEDUCED BY THE NEIGHBOR
BIG NICK ENERGY
ALSO BY NATHAN BAY
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
PROLOGUE
A NOTE FROM THE PRESIDENT OF BETA GAMMA ZETA
Can you keep a secret?
You’re about to meet the guys of Beta Gamma Zeta here in sunny California. They’re my bros, my amigos, my partners in crime. And they have some exciting stories to share with you.
Our fraternity is a place for fun. Sometimes we give each other a hard time, but deep down, we love each other. The house gives us the freedom to bond and share a special sort of intimacy. There’s no fear of labels or judgment here. It’s all about what makes people feel good. After you’ve read these stories, I hope you feel good, too.
So settle in, get comfortable, and join the bros for some pillow talk. A happy ending is guaranteed.
Chad Johnson
President of Beta Gamma Zeta
PITCHING A TENT
Synopsis: Ian has a secret. The shy college freshman is wild with desire for his cocky jock roommate, Jarrod. In order to join the Beta Gamma Zeta fraternity, the two guys must hike to the haunted woods outside of town. A wicked prank leaves them stranded alone on a chilly fall night. As they huddle together for warmth, something grows between them.
CHAPTER 1
“Alright, are you ready to do this?” My roommate and future fraternity brother, Jarrod, hoists his sleeping bag onto his back. Another bag, which holds a pop-up tent folded down to miraculously small proportions, is slung over his shoulder.
“Yeah, ready as I’ll ever be,” I answer, carrying my own sleeping bag on my shoulder, a mini cooler in one hand, and a bag full of snacks and essentials hanging from the other hand.
But actually no, I’m not ready at all. This is a horrible idea. I can’t believe I am going through with this camping trip.
There are only two very simple rules to follow:
1. Survive a night in the “haunted” forest.
2. Take selfies outside our tent every hour on the hour until dawn.
If we complete this mission, we’ll be initiated into the fraternity of Beta Gamma Zeta. If we fail, we’ll be stuck with toilet cleaning duties for an entire month, after which we’ll receive one final opportunity to pledge again. Parole, they call it.
I’m not an outdoorsy person, nor am I a fan of haunted houses, or haunted forests, for that matter. But I really want to join this fraternity. And it’s just one night, I tell myself. Camping in the woods couldn’t be nearly as bad as some of the hazing horror stories I’d heard from other fraternities.
Chad Johnson, the chapter president of Beta Gamma Zeta, checks the seats of his jeep to make sure we haven’t left anything behind. “Last chance to back out, ladies,” he says with a snort.
“We’ll be fine,” Jarrod says.
Chad stares him down for a second, then smiles wickedly. “Good. Call if you need anything.”
I check my phone. The words No Service are displayed in the top corner. “Is there cell reception in these woods?”
Chad shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Then how can we—?”
“I said we’ll be fine,” Jarrod growls.
“I’ll be back here at 6 AM to pick you guys up.” Chad gets in his jeep and slams the door. Without another word, he peels out from the gravel turnabout and takes off toward the highway.
“That guy thinks he’s such hot shit,” Jarrod mutters. “Come on, Ian, let’s go. It’s a mile hike to the campsite.”
I follow behind my hulking frat brother without arguing. He’s clearly the confrontational type. I’m not sure he’s doing us any favors by getting into a pissing contest with Chad. But at least I feel better knowing we’ll be camping together. I’d never survive these woods on my own. Of that much, I am certain.
The terrain is kind of steep. We seem to be walking sideways down the grassy hilltop, one bumpy step at a time. I never feel like I can really get my footing, and my arm is already getting sore from the heavy bag I’m carrying.
The hike seems to have no effect on Jarrod, who is built like a stack of bricks on legs. I’m in pretty good shape, slim with an athletic build, but admittedly it’s been a while since I’ve worked out, and I am definitely feeling it.
“So you really think this place is haunted?” I call ahead to Jarrod, who is soon outpacing me, the distance between us growing wider.
He looks over his shoulder and slows down just a hair. “Probably.”
“Wait, what?”
“Just kidding.” Jarrod chuckles but keeps moving.
“I read that people have died out here.”
“People have died everywhere. You think we’re the first humans to walk on this land?”
I furrow my brow, surprised at how succinctly my roomie can make a point. “I...hadn’t thought of it that way.”
He shrugs. “Thousands of people have lived and died everywhere you step. Ghosts are all around, if you believe in that sort of stuff. There’s nothing special about these woods.”
I don’t think Jarrod would be up for a debate, so I decide to let the subject go. Still, the woods do have a history. Strange sightings, freak accidents, a couple of unexplained fires. He’d probably say there is a logical explanation for all of those events.
As if sensing my apprehension, Jarrod stops and turns to face me. His bushy eyebrows draw together at the bridge of his chiseled nose. “Ian, we’re in this together, bud. Are you going to be able to hold up your end of the deal?”
“Yep, absolutely.”
He doesn’t seem convinced, and neither am I.
It’s just one night...
I take stock of our surroundings, figuring I might as well enjoy our trek through nature since I don’t plan on camping ever again. The leaves are changing to red and orange, and the hills are bathed in golden light from the setting sun. I take a deep breath, noting the crisp September air. Maybe this won’t be so bad.
“So, what’s your story, newbie?” Jarrod asks as he forges ahead.
“I’m no more a newbie than you are,” I say with a laugh.
“My brother was in Beta Gamma Zeta. My real brother,” Jarrod clarifies. “I’ve been partying with the fraternity since I was a sophomore in high school.”
“Oh, got it.” He’s put me in my place once again. “Is there anything I should know about the guys?”
“They’re mostly good people. Loyal to the end, that’s what my brother says. Chad’s a real dick, though. Watch your back around him. Actually, watch your front too. He loves to swat guys in the nuts.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s fun.” Jarrod turns and makes a quick leap toward my crotch with his open palm. I jump out of the way, just missing as he grazes the inside of my thigh. He smiles and bursts out laughing. “Good reflexes, newbie.”
“I’m beginning to wonder if Chad’s the real troublemaker. Maybe it’s you.”
“Never know.” Jarrod winks at me, his pink tongue darting out between his teeth. “So, I asked what your story was.”
“There’s not much to say.” It’s too soon to tell him my secret. “I moved here from a little town a couple of hours away. Got accepted into two colleges, but my other choice was too far away and too expensive.”
“You don’t really seem like the type to join a fraternity.”
“Like you said, Beta Gamma Zetas are loyal to the end. I like the idea of joining a brotherhood for life. I’m an only child, so it’d be nice to have some ties outside my parents.”
“Makes sense.” Jarrod squints off into the distance. “I think we’re just down the hill here.”
I pull out a crudely drawn map. “Yeah, looks like there’s a small creek that feeds into a river. I can see the water.”
“Did you think I was lying?”
“No, I—” There is no winning with this guy. He always has to have the upper hand. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just agreeing that we were getting closer to the spot.”
Jarrod continues ahead of me. Each step he takes exudes confident, frat bro energy. He will be right at home with the rest of our house. But despite his cocky attitude, I can’t deny his appeal. He has blazing blue eyes that pierce my soul. If he ever doubted himself or second-guessed his choices, I’d never know it. He is always in control, always taking command. A natural-born leader.
And he is hot as hell.
I’ve been insanely attracted to Jarrod from the moment we met. Sharing a room with him only intensified my feelings. Thankfully I’ve been too busy to think about him most of the time.
Settling in as a college freshman is a new experience for me. I’ve never lived away from home, never had to share anything, what with being an only child. And my schedule seems to have been organized by a masochist. Every class takes place on an opposite end of campus. I am racing back and forth here and there, down sidewalks, up stairs, through hallways, with only ten minutes between classes. With all the changes in my life over the past month, I’m usually too tired to think about the temptation sleeping in the bed only a few feet away from where I lay. But now we’re all alone, and I’ll have nothing but my thoughts to consume me.
We follow a path down the hill and under a dense canopy of trees. Suddenly everything feels different in the atmosphere. The world grows a little darker, the air a bit cooler. And the woods are eerily quiet. Shouldn’t birds be chirping? Squirrels chittering? All I can hear is the crackle of our footsteps among the dead leaves.
“Over there, by the scorched tree.” Jarrod nods toward our destination.
A feeling of dread twists my stomach into knots. We set our bags next to the battered trunk, which looks like it could disintegrate at any moment. Most of the tree’s foliage had been burnt to ashes. What is left of its limbs protrudes like charred bones.
“You know, a man died right here last year,” I point out. “He was burned to death.”
“Did you think I didn’t know that?”
I fight back an exasperated sigh. “We don’t have to sleep in this exact spot. It’s not like the guys will know if the tent isn’t right here.” I tilt my head toward some normal looking trees that don’t scream death. “How about over there?”
“Fine, I guess you’re right.” Jarrod picks up our bags and moves them under the cluster of trees. “The guys just said we had to sleep by the scorched tree, not directly next to it.”
Wait a minute. Did Mr. Know-It-All actually admit I was right? Score one point for Ian.
I pull out two bottles of water, offering one to Jarrod. “Care for a drink?” He gratefully accepts, then raises the lip of his black tank top and wipes his face. His abdominal muscles, gleaming with the sheen of sweat, clench and flex. I feel myself grow rock-hard in an instant, hypnotized by the view of Jarrod’s exposed torso.
“Ian, did you hear me?” he asks.
“Sorry, what?” I try to blink away the cloud of desire swirling in my head. “I must have zoned out.”
“No worries. I was saying we should go for a swim.”
I tear my eyes away from the dark trail of curls that dances down to the waistband of Jarrod’s shorts. “Swimming?”
“Yeah, you know. That thing you do in water. Paddling, kicking one foot behind the other.” He makes a show of moving his arms and legs to demonstrate. “They call that swimming.”
My cheeks feel flushed. “Right, of course.” I try to conceal my protruding wood by holding the bottle of water in front of me. If Jarrod notices, my secret will come out. “I didn’t bring any swim trunks.”
“Swim trunks. Bro, seriously?” Jarrod laughs and takes a swig of water. I watch his glistening lips tighten around the bottle top. “You don’t need swim trunks. We’re out in the wild.”
Wild. That’s what I feel when I imagine skinny dipping in the creek with Jarrod. Suddenly spending the night in the haunted woods doesn’t seem so scary. There are darker disasters that loom on the horizon.
I fear I’ll never make it to dawn.
CHAPTER 2
Jarrod is already peeling off his shirt before we get down to the water. He hops on one leg as he pulls off a shoe, then the other shoe, and then slides down his socks. He makes quick work with the rest of his clothes, and in the blink of an eye, everything he wore is carelessly abandoned in the grass. All I can comprehend is a whirlwind of perfectly sculpted muscles dressed in dense body hair. Just before he’s out of sight, I catch a fleeting glimpse of his thick butt cheeks.
He splashes into the water with a relieved howl. “Ahhh, that feels so much better.”
I stand awkwardly on the creekside, willing myself to go soft, and kind of wishing he’d somehow forget I’m there. But no such luck. His penetrating eyes fixate on me. “What are you waiting for? Come in and join me. The water feels great.”
“Yeah, okay.” I raise my shirt over my head. My nipples grow stiff when a breeze kisses my bare chest. My roommate’s eyes remained focused on me, and insecurity consumes me. “Dude, stop being gay,” I snap. “You don’t have to watch.”
“Damn, sorry Ian. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He turns away quickly.
I feel guilty for my angst-ridden outburst, but at least I’ve bought myself some privacy. I quickly undress, look down and see that I’m still half-hard. Thankfully Jarrod keeps his face turned, looking off into the distance. I leap toward the creek and swim out until the water rises past my waist.
“Sorry,” I say, wading over to Jarrod’s side. “I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just...you know, self-conscious. You look like you—” I gesture across the expanse of his body. “And I look like, well, me.”
He smiles assuringly, though I’m not sure I deserve his kindness. “No need to be self-conscious, man. You have a great body.” He studies me in a way that makes my heart tremble. “You’re so smooth too. Do you shave?”
“No.” I cross my arms across my chest. “I’ve just never been very hairy.” Most of my body is naturally smooth, and the fine blond blades on my arms can barely be seen. “I kind of wish I had more hair like you.”
“Are you kidding? I feel like a grizzly bear.” Jarrod points to the dark swirls that circle his pink nipples. “I’ve tried trimming it all off but then I just feel prickly. And it itches like hell too.”
I nod. “Yeah, I guess that would suck. But still—”
“Like I said, you’re a real catch,” Jarrod adds with finality. “Be proud of how you look.”
His flattery is turning my knees to jelly. It was one thing to think of him as a bossy jock who always had to have the last word. I put up with guys like him all through high school. But now he’s being nice to me, checking out my body, telling me things he likes about it. This is doing nothing to tame the wild desire that burns deep inside me, not to mention that we are alone and naked side-by-side.
Without warning, he dunks his head underwater, and my breath hitches in my throat, afraid of what he’ll see down below. But he returns to the surface just as fast, smoothing back his lush black hair and scrubbing the sweat from his face.
“Better?” I ask.
“Much.” He flashes his dazzling smile my way and chuckles. “You should try it.”
I take his advice and dive underwater. That’s when I catch an up-close view of what hangs between his legs. Damn, it’s even bigger than I imagined. Long and thick. I shudder as I wonder how much I could fit between my lips.
When I rise back to the surface, I know I have to think of something to distract me. “So, Jarrod, uh, what do you like to do?”
“For fun?”
“Yeah.” I try to look casual while I secretly tame a stomach full of butterflies. “It seems like we only see each other coming and going back at the house. We haven’t really had a chance to talk.”
His eyes sweep across me as if he’s sizing me up. What did I say wrong? Was it the way I said it?
“I like soccer,” he says finally. “And pizza. And beer. I like working out. I have to do it more often these days, you know, on account of the pizza and beer.” He pats his insanely ripped stomach and laughs. “I guess that’s it. How ‘bout you?”
“I like reading. Haven’t had much time to read since school started.” Panic suddenly strikes as I worry he’ll ask what kind of books I read. My Kindle is full of porny titles, which will surely give me away. I quickly switch to a less loaded subject. “Oh, um, I like animals. That’s actually what I hope to pursue, a degree in veterinary medicine.”
