Frat Curious
Copyright© 2025 by Golden Ghost Pen
Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A fraternity house competitive matchup unlocks something between the 'straight' boyfriends of a couple sorority girls.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual School Humiliation First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex
“AYYYY!!!” Sam screamed, sinking the final pong cup, “that’s game boys! Get the fuck off my table!”
His own brothers flipped him the middle finger and downed the rest of their beers before sliding away off to the side.
“Prezzy stays perfect, like always.” Sam finished his cup anyway and tossed it off to the side onto the floor to deal with later, or never.
Sam was a college senior and the president of the DK fraternity on campus. The vibe he gave off was a cross between charming, intimidating, and intently masculine. It was a timeless kind of ‘cool’, an old school handsomeness like a 1950s movie star. Dark black hair, a tan complexion, deep brown eyes, a strong pair of biceps, thick chest, broad shoulders, and a smile that reeked of charm but something twisted with a sleeping aggression.
“Jess! Chalk that up as another point for GG!” He called to his girlfriend, who was the president of the sorority cohosting the party tonight. Her sorority, GG, was competing against a rival sorority, ABP, for an annual trophy that passed to the winner’s house each year.
Tradition was that a fraternity on campus hosted the series of games and this year just happened to be in the basement of the DK house, 2 floors down from Sam’s room. There’d been a ton of questions on how things had lined up so perfectly for one of the sorority president’s boyfriends to be hosting, but Sam and Jess had bulldozed through them, ignoring the massive conflict of interest and daring any loser to raise a stink at their own peril.
“Babe we can’t get points from your random wins again your own frat brothers tonight...” she rolled her eyes at him. “He’s such an idiot...” she whispered to her best friend, loud enough for Sam to hear.
She made sure to constantly remind Sam of how little respect she had for him. It was her way of keeping him on his toes and playing hard to get, even well into their relationship. The two of them were extremely independent, together more for the attention that came from the presidents of the top frat and sorority on campus dating each other.
“We’re ready for the next game.” Maddie, president of the ‘enemy’ sorority tonight, at least to Sam and Jess, said sternly. She’d bought into the hype around this tradition, even though the result was fairly obvious given the unfair advantage of where it was being hosted.
“What’s up next? How are we kicking their asses now?” Sam couldn’t help himself from interrupting the girls from both sides, dominating the basement like a jackass, despite the fact that he was supposed to be playing the neutral host.
“Babe, go be like the other boyfriends and drink in the corner!” Jess was almost always annoyed with him and tonight was no different. To her, Sam had one job tonight; to keep the pressure on Maddie’s sorority and to shut the fuck up ... something he was terrible at.
“Flip cup? 7 on 7?” Maddie said. She was brunette, 5’7”, and known as the full package on campus; attractive and kind, the rarest of traits amongst these groups from Greek life.
“Yep, over there on the other side,” she pointed across the basement, “I’ll get my girls. Your side can set up the table.” Jess commanded more than suggested.
“Will...?” Maddie turned and looked for her boyfriend.
A younger college sophomore at 5’10” and just about 145 pounds, Will had a golden retriever smile, blue eyes, and messy brown hair. He was often aloof, kind like his girlfriend, and a little jittery in his own skin.
Half the campus still couldn’t believe that he’d landed Maddie. They were high school sweethearts, together since Will was a freshman, the age gap now a little more awkward in college given their different life stages. Maddie was close to graduating, while he was in his prime years in the middle of college. He was infatuated with her and was often teased for trailing around like her lap dog. At times, it felt to some people like he was trying to compensate for something with how over the top he could be for her.
“Will, can you set up the table for flip cup!” Maddie yelled, startling him and demanding his attention.
Will rushed up behind her and filled a series of cups, orderly setting them up in perfect sequence for the competition. As the girls lined up to compete, a few guys gathered around to spectate.
“Wait who the fuck are you?” Sam put his hand on Will’s shoulder, putting enough pressure into it to try to intimidate him.
“My boyfriend, Will,” Maddie spoke for him.
“Oh, boyfriends from other frats are allowed in our house now? Let me check...” Sam looked at an imaginary book in his hands, “nope, no fucking way!”
“Chill, dude,” Will said quietly, looking at the ground. “I’m not in Greek life, so they said I could come and help.”
Sam squinted at him, “hmm. Weird but okay, fair...” he turned his attention back to the table.
“Survivor style? 7 on 7, and loser drops a person each round?” Jess looked side to side, eyeing up the competition.
Maddie nodded, communicating for her side.
The girls on the far end of the table tapped their plastic solo cups. Down, up, down and the game erupted to life. Both sides threw back drinks after landing a successful flip, their sorority sisters cheering them on, with a couple extra guys from DK on the GG side yelling. ABP won the first round, disappointing two thirds of the room.
Jess seethed when she lost. GG had won 6 years in a row and she knew that it was her reputation on the line if the streak ended tonight. These kinds of competitions and traditions had lived on through decades, flowing through the history of their campus.
She also hated ABP, and especially, Maddie.
“Lucky first round,” Sam again spoke on behalf of his girlfriend, “good guys always win in the end,” he flashed a wink at the girls on the table from GG, who swooned. Jess rolled her eyes.
“Alright, shake it off! That was just luck!” Jess yelled over the music, rallying her girls. “Let’s go! This is our house!”
Sam’s eyebrows crinkled at the notion that his frat’s house was the girls’.
The flip cup game continued, with frantic chaos everywhere in the basement. Drink chugging, cups slamming down and flipping, before moving onto the next girl. Cups slid all over the wet table, some flipping perfectly on the first try, others only after many frustrated attempts.
The table felt slightly less crowded as the game went on, the space between players widening, as it continued down to a four on four tie. The back and forth began again. ABP took the next round. Then GG retaliated. Tie again. Three to three now, the intensity ramping up.
The cheers from the sidelines grew louder as Sam and his guys chugged alongside their girlfriends in the game on the GG side. Jess, eyes narrow and hyper focused, slammed her cup down after a clean flip, staring down the opposing player. Maddie, watching from her end, smiled and continued to maintain a look that was deeply confident.
“About time you hit one,” Jess sneered at a GG girl who’d been struggling.
Sam, who had been lurking nearby, watching the spectacle unfold, started to rejoin the trash talking and team rallying. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
“Let’s fucking go ladies! 6 years in a row!” he called out. When an ABP girl missed a flip, he taunted them like an asshole, “you don’t have shit! Worthless losers!” It was rare for frats to be rude to any sororities on campus, always wanting to stay neutral and keep their options open for parties and hookups, but in this case, Sam had set the tone that there could be one group on campus they’d reject, at least this semester.
Will, standing closer to Maddie and the ABP side, felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He hated this part, the meanness that seemed to boil under the surface of Greek life. He just wanted to watch Maddie win, hoping it would be over soon. He offered softer encouragement, feeling out of place amongst the aggressive energy of the other guys.
The match fell to two on two.
It came down to the presidents and their respective best friends. On the GG side, it was Jess, her face flush, sweat dripping from her brow, paired with her friend Abby. For ABP, it was Maddie, composed despite the chaos, and Bridget, breathing heavily but ready.
Sam moved closer, right behind Jess, while Will stood a little further back, near Maddie’s shoulder, feeling smaller.
“Alright, Jess,” Maddie’s voice was clear, cutting through the tension. “This is it. 2 on 2.”
Jess glared back, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. She tied her hair back. “7 years incoming...”
“No way,” Maddie continued, a flicker of her usual confidence returning to her eyes, “we’re starting a new streak tonight.”
Jess scoffed, dismissing her. “You’re full of shit, like always.”
Sam laughed, a sharp bark behind Jess. Maddie didn’t react to Sam, keeping her focus on Jess. “You’re that confident, huh?”
She paused, looking between Jess and Sam, her eyes then drifting to Will, standing next to her nervous. A new idea coming to her mind, a new way to ramp up the stakes and embarrass her hated rival sorority. “You know what? If you’re so sure, let’s make it interesting ... we should make a wager.”
Jess narrowed her eyes. “A wager? Maddie, you know we can’t wager money. We’d get suspended from campus...” she rolled her eyes.
Maddie waved a hand dismissively. “No, no, not money. Something personal. With real stakes...” She gazed from Jess to Sam to Will. A predatory smile spread across her face, different from her usual, kind expression. It sent a shiver down Will’s spine to see his girlfriend embrace the kind of look he hated to see on people like Sam and Jess.
“Since it’s really just you and me battling it out here...” Maddie said, her voice dropping slightly, making her lean in to hear over the music, “maybe Sam and Will should be involved?”
Will’s heart began to pound. What could that possibly mean? He wasn’t in a fraternity, wasn’t part of this world beyond being Maddie’s boyfriend.
Maddie took a deep breath, her eyes dancing with a daring fury. “Okay, here’s the wager.” She locked eyes with Jess. “Winning side gets bragging rights, the trophy, all that ... but the real prize? Let’s put our guys on the ‘table’. All of it. Loser’s boyfriend has to ... ya know ... with the winner’s...”
The basement seemed to fall silent for the four of them. The pulsing music from the speakers faded into the background of Will’s awareness.
“You’re gonna need to be more specific...” Sam said, taking a step closer to the table.
“Fine. Winning boyfriend gets to have some ‘fun’ with the losing boyfriend. Real stakes...” Maddie held his gaze, daring him on.
WHAT? Will’s face contorted in confusion, his mind reeled. He must have heard her wrong. Winning side’s ... boyfriend ... does what to the ... losing side’s ... boyfriend? Him? And Sam? He felt a wave of dizziness, panic flooding his chest.
The idea of doing that with a douchebag like Sam was so far outside his understanding of himself that he got chills just thinking about it. His eyes darted to Maddie, searching her face for a sign that she was joking, that this was some elaborate prank. Her expression was serious and focused.
Then his eyes hung on Sam. Sam’s reaction wasn’t what Will expected. At first, Sam’s confident posture seemed to falter for just a second. His eyebrows went up, and a look of something akin to surprise, maybe even slight disgust, flickered across his face.
“Woah woah woah, okay, that’s not fucking happening.” Sam’s voice was stern. “I don’t want to be on either side of that ... no fucking way...” he made an exaggerated face of disgust, but it seemed over the top, as if he were trying to prove something about his own masculinity.
Will was freaking out inside. Sam was terrifying, like the bullies he’d tried to avoid his whole life and, on top of it, he was behind enemy lines in this unknown house of horrors.
But then Sam’s eyes shifted from Maddie to Will. Will knew, in that horrifying moment, that Sam saw how the blood had drained from his face, the way his eyes had gone wide with fear. Sam’s reaction changed instantly. The initial surprise vanished, replaced by something cold. A slow, wide grin spread across Sam’s mouth, much more unsettling than Maddie’s had been. Sam walked a step closer to the table, closer to Jess, closer to Will. His eyes never left Will’s face.
“Actually you know what?” Sam’s voice was smooth and seething with domination. “I think that’s a perfect idea.”
Will’s breath caught in his throat and he thought his vision was going blurry. Sam turned and slung his arm over Jess’ shoulder, kissing her cheek. But his focus remained fixed on Will, a cruel amusement dancing in his dark eyes.
“I’m in,” Sam announced. At this point, only the four of them could hear Sam as he leaned in more and whispered, “and honestly,” his eyes locked onto Will’s, “it’ll be fun to make you my bitch...”
The words were a punch to Will’s gut. Jess slowly nodded, eyeing Sam, who smiled and nodded back, a look of encouragement.
Maddie turned to Will, who felt like he might vomit, “what the fuck are you doing?!” He whispered to her.
“We’re going to win...” Maddie put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him aside.
“But what if you don’t? Or even if you do, you want me to do ... that?!” He pointed towards Sam.
Maddie smiled at him, “Will...”
“What?” he replied, feeling flushed.
“What percent ... straight ... are you?” Maddie said.
“What? What kind of question is that?!” Will panicked.
She took a deep breath. “I’ve known you forever. I’m not doing this for you, but I don’t think you’d hate the idea of me winning here...”
Will’s face flushed with embarrassment. “What? Huh?! I love you!” He was stumbling over his words.
Maddie smiled back, “I love you too. But come on. I don’t think my other guy friends’ social media feeds have as many shirtless boys on them as yours does...” Will’s face froze in panic. She continued, “it’s okay. I want to win and for them to never forget it. I don’t want to ‘use’ you, but this would be kinda legendary. We can talk more about everything later...” She nodded confidently at her boyfriend, reassuring him as best she could, but the bomb she’d dropped, here in public, rattled him to his core.
Will took a deep breath, in shock, but deciding to worry about what it all meant later. He wasn’t sure what to make of her accusation, even if the detail she’d dropped was true. He tried to focus on letting loose, embracing some of the daring competitiveness that everyone else in the house had today. “Okay ... let’s win this...” He turned back towards Sam and Jess and stuck out his hand. Sam’s devilish grin returned as he took the 19 year old’s hand and shook it. Sam’s grip was rough, sweaty, and extremely strong.
Maddie squeezed Will’s shoulder gently.
“Ready?” she asked, her voice calm but with an edge Will hadn’t heard before.
Will swallowed hard, forcing a nod. “I guess so. Let’s do this.”
“Alright, ladies,” Sam drawled, leaning back against the wall, “time to end this...”
Jess was quick, her wrist flicking with ease. Her partner hammered through her cups, slopping liquid over the side.
“Let’s go!” Jess called out, her cups all landing on the first try.
“Cmon!” Maddie yelled a second later, slamming her empty cup down and reaching for the next.
Maddie’s partner fumbled a flip, the cup spinning off the table. A collective groan went through the small crowd of onlookers that had gathered.
“Get ready Willy!” Sam taunted.
“BOOM!” Sam roared, as Jess finished their team’s last cup, pushing off the wall and high-fiving Jess. “One more!” He shot a look at Will, his grin wider than ever. “Get ready for daddy, kid!”
Will flinched, a wave of nausea washing over him. “Not over yet,” Maddie said meekly.
They reset the cups. This time, as the music pulsed, Maddie seemed to find a different gear. Her movements were sharper, her flips cleaner. Jess’ side was still fast, but Maddie was quicker. In the blink of eye it was 1 on 1. Will felt a fragile flicker of hope. Just one more game. One more win, and this nightmare would be over. Sam still looked confident, like he fully expected to win and to collect his humiliated prize.
They agreed on 3 cups each and began. Jess seemed nervous, her movements less fluid than in the first round, while Maddie was a machine. Calm, precise, and fast. All attention was on the four of them. Maddie and Jess traded quick flips on their first two cups before both missing their first attempt at the winning cup. Maddie brought it back to the edge of the table, her wrist coiling back.
The cup spun, a perfect rotation, landing squarely on the rim. Upright. A cheer erupted on her side as Maddie threw her hands up, a triumphant grin splitting her face. Will felt a wave of relief wash over him. They won. Maddie won.
He turned to Maddie, ready to hug her, when he saw Sam’s face. The cocky grin was completely gone. His mouth was slightly open. His eyes, wide and fixed on the winning cup, slowly scanned to Maddie, then to Will. The realization hit him like a train.
As Jess’ side began to disperse in shame, she approached Maddie. “Okay, congratulations, fair and square, you won. But obviously the shit with the guys was just a joke...”
“Shut up, Jess,” Sam snapped, cutting her off. His eyes were still wide, but they were no longer looking at the cup or Maddie. They were locked on Will. Sam’s expression shifted rapidly, from shock to one of peace at his predicament. The color had drained from his face. He took a breath, his chest rising and falling unevenly. He walked a slow circle around the table, his eyes never leaving Will.
“Alright,” Sam said finally, his voice low, almost gravelly. He stopped directly in front of Will. Will braced himself, unsure if some kind of humiliation or even a punch was coming.
Sam swallowed hard, “I don’t back down if I shook a guy’s hand.” The words sounded hollow and empty, laced with anxiety of what he was agreeing to. He looked past Will for just a fraction of a second, towards the stairs leading up from the basement before his eyes snapped back.
“Come on,” Sam said, his voice barely above a whisper, “come upstairs.”
He turned abruptly and walked towards them, his posture stiff, leaving Will standing stunned in the middle of the basement.
Will’s mind reeled. Upstairs? He looked at Maddie, who gave him a small nod that it was okay. She probably didn’t actually expect anything to actually happen. He felt a knot in his stomach from the anxiety of wondering whether Sam was just setting him up ... but there was also a glimmer of excitement at the potential that he wasn’t ... something Maddie had alluded to that he couldn’t fully deny to himself.
Taking a shaky breath, Will turned and followed Sam towards the stairs, leaving the noise and tension of the basement behind. The party continued, but for the guys, it had just entered a terrifyingly different phase.
Will slowly made his way up the stairs, passing the curious eyes of frat guys wondering who he was and why he was following Sam. The house was dated and a mess, with beer cans scattered everywhere, and every single room filled with the smell of sweat and unclean everything
He followed Sam up the worn, wooden stairs to the second floor, each creak sounding like they’d break beneath their feet. They made their way down a long hallway lined with closed doors and names carved or drawn on the walls along the way.
Will kept his eyes fixed on the back of Sam’s tank top, the way it stretched over his broad, muscular shoulders. There were a few tiny strands of hair at the top, just below his hairline. He was practically oozing masculinity.
He hated Sam for it. Hated his arrogance, his toxic masculinity, the way he’d dismissed all these people he viewed as ‘less than’ earlier tonight. But in this light, without hearing him run his mouth, he looked absolutely ripped, a sculpted jock with two rock hard biceps on each side. Sam had a physical presence to him that Will, at 5’9” with only about 145 pounds of friendly aloofness, usually tried to steer clear of in his friends. Sam just felt intimidating; like the kind of person Will could never imagine being ‘nice’ in any kind of setting.
Sam stopped outside one of the doors, fumbling for keys. “This is it,” he said flatly, lacking his usual swagger. He pushed the door open and stepped aside to reveal another stairwell that went up to a loft on the third floor, the only room in the finished attic, that was reserved for the president.
Will hesitated at the threshold, worried that he was walking into a dangerous trap. What were the chances that an alpha like Sam was actually going to go through with this?
“I’m not gonna bite,” Sam said sarcastically, but also in an attempt to lower the temperature just slightly.
Sam’s room was exactly as Will would’ve guessed based on every stereotype from movies. Clothes piled up on a chair and the floor, half-eaten chip bags bunched up on the desk, beer cans were sprawled about everywhere, and a game console sat on the floor in front of a 75 inch TV mounted on the wall.
“Nice place,” Will said, the sarcasm unintentional.
Sam shrugged, tossing his keys onto the desk. “It’s a frat house dude. What did you expect?” He ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair. “It still blows my mind you’re not in Greek life.”
Will bristled internally, “some of us don’t need it to make friends...”
Sam leaned against the closed door, crossing his arms. The tank top pulled tighter across his chest. “Yeah instead you have your high school sweetheart bossing you around, I’m sure all your friends are just her friends, am I right?” he smirked.
“Maybe...” Will shrugged nervously, unable to refute the harsh but true jab.
Will avoided direct eye contact, letting his gaze drift over the room. Surprisingly, the bed was made and there were a few glass bottles of cologne spread across the top of the dresser. On the wall were pictures of his friends, many of whom Will had seen downstairs.
“Look,” Sam said, his voice dropping a little. “This is ... fucking weird. Right?”
Will finally looked at him. Sam’s eyes were dark brown, intense. “Yeah. It’s weird. Really weird...”
“Cool, see? We can agree on something. Our girls are crazy.” Sam pushed off the door. He walked over to the cluttered desk and threw a few papers and a stale beer can into the trash bin.