Frat Curious
Copyright© 2025 by Golden Ghost Pen
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
Sam woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. The hangover was brutal. Had last night been a dream? Had he really put a ... dick ... in his ... mouth?
He’d gone back down to the party to find that most of the girls had left, Jess’ group furious at their loss. He played a game or two more of pong before slugging back up to his room for bed.
Looking to his left, he thought of the spot, just next to him here in his bed, that Will had been sitting last night. A naked guy, bare ass on his bed. What the fuck had he agreed to. How many girls had been in that spot over the last few months, before Jess? How many times had he fucked them? Now, a dude had been there. Now, he was left wondering if he could ever look at his own bed the same again.
Picking up his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until he settled onto his brother, Milo.
Sam: Yo are you awake?
His brother was usually quick to respond. This time was no different
Milo: Yeah what’s up?
Sam: Can I ask you something weird
Milo: lol ok Sam what
Sam: Have you ever gotten with a straight guy?
Milo: What? No ... not actually. I feel like that’s not a real thing. Do you know what “straight” means Sam?
Sam gritted his teeth, frustrated.
Sam: Yes dumbass. Are you sure? What about someone who tried it and didn’t like it?
Milo: What the fuck are you even saying??? I have other gay friends who CLAIMED they got with straight guys. Why???
Sam: Just wondering. What happened with them?
Milo: I feel like they all ended up dating the supposedly straight guy lol
Fuck, Sam thought to himself, throwing his phone onto the floor. He was sure that wasn’t how this was gonna go, but given he’d already invited Will over to hang out this week, he knew it wasn’t the end of whatever all of this was.
He thought the little shit was a puny joke down in the basement. This aloof nobody, trailing his girlfriend like a lost puppy ... but there was something there. He didn’t like the way that Will had judged him, assumed Sam was some frat star, douchebag incapable of being a nice person. He’d been determined to prove him wrong and, in the process, somehow walked his way right into giving a dude a handjob. Fuck. He looked down at his own hand and the image of it wrapped around a penis was all he could see now.
There was only one thing that had made total sense last night, something he’d seen coming for a while but that had now definitely reached its finish. Climbing out of bed, he pulled on some briefs and made his way downstairs. The house seemed empty, quieter than usual at a relatively early hour. It was the rare moment of calm in a house full of animals. He brewed some coffee and opened his phone again, pulling up Jess’ name and hitting the dial button.
“Sam? It’s so fucking early. Why the fuck are you calling me?” She sounded half asleep and annoyed.
“Why did you leave last night?” He was a little hurt that she’d known why he went upstairs but didn’t stick around to see if he was okay after.
She chuckled into the phone. Her tone wasn’t friendly, nor was it joking; it was just cold and mean. “What was the point of staying? We lost. I was pissed off. And I knew you weren’t actually gonna get with a guy for god’s sake.”
Sam felt his heart rate speed up. She wasn’t wrong, even if she was a bitch.
“We’re done, Jess.” He kept it blunt like he usually did in these situations.
“Whatever. You’re not all you think you are anyway. I can do better.” She sounded relieved.
He heard the call end and stared down at his phone. Going back up to his room, he brushed his teeth, something he knew he’d forgot to do last night before bed. As he moved to bring the tooth brush to his mouth, it hit him like a pile of bricks; the taste and texture of a dick. Will’s dick. It was ... fine? He struggled with it last night more out of a self-imposed psychological aversion, rather than from the actual act itself. It was just skin, ultimately, and unlike a girl, the thing wasn’t on the side at least.
He didn’t want to admit it and was terrified of the thought, but did he ... kinda like it? Not because it was a guy, or a dick, but because as the night had gone on, he wanted Will to feel good. The way he often felt when he was invested in any sexual partner. There was a rush from getting someone else off, watching them squirm and fall under your spell.
Even so, he still couldn’t get past the weird sight and feeling of a dude being naked in his room, the different parts down there, and most all ... Will’s butt out and on his sheets ... it was all so fucking weird. The chaos brewing in his head was exhausting ... he needed a drink.
But somehow if he buried the body parts deep into the back of his mind, the thought of Will, just Will, brought a much different feeling. Something curious ... drawing him in. He shook his head, violently, trying to shake whatever the feeling was out of his mind. This wasn’t him. Whatever was going on was probably from the lack of sleep, that sorta thing happened sometimes, even if it wasn’t usually this extreme.
Going back downstairs, one of the frat brothers who didn’t live in the house stopped him.
“Yo, man!” He dabbed Sam up, who returned the masculine energy.
“Sup?” Sam said, nodding.
“Sick party last night. I bet Jess is pissed but they’ll get the fuck over it!” The guy, whose name Sam couldn’t even remember, swayed back and forth, his lip packed with dip.
“Yeah man. Good shit.” Sam shook off whatever he felt earlier and embraced his role as their leader again.
“Some girls were trying to say there was some gay shit going on? You know anything about that?” The guy eyed him before quickly adding, “not that there’s anything wrong with that of course...”
Sam hesitated. “No clue man. I gotta go, help yourself to the coffee in the kitchen.”
He walked outside and sat on the porch, putting his head in his hands. No more girlfriend, and now a hangout planned with the straight or maybe gay or maybe bi guy, who’d sucked down his load last night in his bed.
Jesus Christ ... what the fuck was going on.
After his run-in in Sam’s room, Will had returned to find that Maddie and the rest of her sorority had left the frat house to celebrate their victory on their own.
Will walked the two miles home in the middle of the night, pissed off that he’d been left behind while also cursing himself for completely fucking up his life. He had some self-doubt before about who he was, but was happy and in an easy, safe, relationship.
And now he’d sucked off a guy. A frat guy.
When he got home that night to his dorm, he took a long, hot shower to try to rinse away the confusion. He failed to do so.
Sunday morning, he took his time getting ready before walking off campus to Maddie’s house, knocking loudly on the door just after 11AM. One of her housemates opened the door in a long t-shirt, her eyes squeezing shut from the blinding sunlight late in the morning. Will marched through the house and up the stairs to Maddie’s large suite and opened the door without a knock, like he usually would.
She was laying in bed scrolling on her phone. The morning light trickled through the closed blinds of Maddie’s bedroom, creating a serene setting that was about to explode.
“Hey! I’m sorry we left last night, we were excited!” Maddie stirred and moved to the side, making space for him on her bed.
Will took a deep breath and walked to the bed, sitting on top of the covers next to her. He’d barely slept, his mind a tangled mess of confusion, shame, and yearning, but not for her.
“Will?” Maddie’s voice was gentle.
He didn’t move, just hummed in acknowledgment.
“Will? We really need to talk...” Her voice was steady, calmer than he felt.
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