Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Yeah, we don’t want to be accused of being a bunch of copycats.”
I consider how we should break it to the guys when Marty’s eyes widen. “What if we waited another week?”
“Huh?”
“I actually have a fun idea.”
“I like fun ideas. What is it?” I press.
“Maybe you should have to earn it from me.” He smirks.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, I don’t know that it’s fair that you got me up inside you, but my ass is empty. That’s a foul or…what do they call it in football—a penalty?”
I raise my hand to my chest like I’ve been shot. “A penalty? Ooh, you really know how to hurt me.” I roll toward him and offer a kiss.
“Does this mean I get a penalty kick?” he asks when our lips part.
“You get a penalty dick…and don’t you dare roll your eyes at that one.”
As he laughs, my lips crush against his again, and as my cock stiffens, I know I’m not gonna have any problem giving Mart exactly what he wants.
26
Marty
Though we both want to be out and open with the guys, we manage another week because our surprise is just too good. The following Friday, we’re at the final TaskFrat Challenge of the year. Tonight’s challenge is an obstacle course on the Peach State football field, which we always secure for the final. It’s a beautiful, warm April evening, which is perfect weather for the skimpy outfits we’re in. Alpha Theta Mu selected G-strings and crop tops to pay homage to the prank Sigma Alpha pulled on us at the start of last semester, while Sigma Alpha wears the lingerie from when we got them back.
The stadium is packed, far beyond the usual frats and sorority attendees we’re used to, which is why we always have to make sure this is like the Olympics of fratting.
There are beer-pong tables set up at the start, where one of our housemates represents Alpha Theta Mu. Each frat has to sink a pong into a Solo cup to proceed to the next part and tag their teammate. Our house makes its way through the series of tasks involving Hula-Hoops, a blindfolded potato-sack race, and a sound meter to determine whether the guys have barked at the right decibel.
Lance and I stand alongside one another on the track around the football field, at the second to last obstacle. Pairs representing each house are lined up alongside us as we all wait for our teammates to reach us so we can begin our task. As Payton approaches from his task, he passes a condom he had to fill with water so that it looks like a water balloon. I catch it, and quickly realize it’s doused in lube, which is gonna make this a tricky task.
Ty and Ryan have already handed off their condom, so they’re a few feet ahead of us in their own lane.
“Come on, come on, come on,” Lance urges.
“Not helping,” I assure him, passing it to him.
We’re not allowed to hold it for more than five seconds—if we do, we’ll have to restart this task—so Lance and I continue passing the slippery water-filled condom between us.
This is the second to last task, and we need to get past the slip-’n-slide and hand it off to Ash, who’ll take it to the finish line.
I sneak a glance to where Ash is waiting on us, waving his hands over his head to flag us down. If we don’t succeed, Sigma Alpha will, and win not only today, but the year. And Lance sure as fuck isn’t having that.
En route to the slip-’n-slide, an idea springs to mind. If he can get some lubrication on himself, he might be able to zip right through the slip-’n-slide.
“Wipe some of the lube on yourself,” I tell Lance.
“Huh?”
He assesses the situation before his eyes widen as he catches on. “Good idea.”
After passing me the condom, he rubs his hands up and down his body. We swap a few more times before Ty’s already diving onto the slip-’n-slide, which leads to Keegan, who waits for him at the end. Fortunately, we’re right behind them, and I’m hoping this will give us an advantage when Lance takes his dive. As soon as he hits the plastic cover, he goes blazing past Ty, and he’s practically shot out the other side like a cannonball.
“Ash, Ash, Ash!” I hear him call as he somehow manages to toss it right to our buddy.
Ash fumbles with the condom, earning oohs from the crowd, but quickly recovers and spins around a moment before Ty passes his condom to Keegan. It’s the narrow lead we need as Ash rushes through the finish line only a few seconds before Keegan.
It’s done!
Alpha Theta Mu has reclaimed our title for the TaskFrat Challenge, and the frat goes wild as the audience cheers from the stadium seats.