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And stroke it and lick it and suck it.

“Take the shot, Ryan!”

I got yanked out of my horny daydream by the drunk frat bro across from me. The last red Solo cup came into focus. I took a step back from the table and tossed the Ping-Pong ball, not even watching as it hit the target and knocked the last cup over, spilling beer onto the grass and earning me cheers from the gathered group.

“We’ve got our newest pledge,” Tyson—at least, I thought that was his name—said.

God. Could they not be so damn desperate to have me join the fraternity? It was so fucking obvious they wanted me here because of my dad and his money. None of them even knew my major or what I liked to do in my spare time, and yet they were so ready and eager to call me a brother. Ironic, considering I never really wanted a brother, so why would I all of a sudden want an entire house full of them? Especially when all of these smelled like a mixture of ball sweat and Natty Lights.

“I’m still not sure I’m joining, bro.” I saw the wind deflate out of Tyson’s sails. The music was loud and obnoxious, and my head started to hurt. I figured now would be a good time to make my escape.

“I’ll text you,” I said. I had a feeling Tyson was SAC’s president. He was taller than me by a few inches and carried himself with an importance that only came from being voted into your position. I grabbed a still-full Solo cup, chugged it down, set it back on the table, and turned to leave.

There. That was a language he likely understood.

“You’ve got until the end of Rush Week!” he called out after me.

I gave him a casual wave over my shoulder and continued on with my escape. All I wanted was to get back to my dorm, where I could empty this nut, imagining how it would look all over Jay’s bubble butt.

I walked out onto the huge front lawn bordered by tall palm trees. All of Frat Row was lit up for the night, every house throwing as big a party as they could. Delta Iota Kappa, or DIKs as everyone fondly called them, appeared to have the biggest crowd gathered on their lawn. It was like a literal dick-measuring contest, except most of these guys were too drunk to even get it up.

Not me. I was tipsy, but my dick still worked, and I planned on working it at least a couple of times before the night was over.

It was time to clock in—cock in? Cock clocked in? Whatever, I just wanted to jerk off.

My dorm was only a short walk away from Frat Row. I had the option to live off campus, but I liked to be right in the thick of it. Plus, I lived two doors down from my best friend, Colton Lee. We grew up together, so it was nice having that kind of connection to my past just a minute or two away. I wouldn’t say I had a difficult childhood by any stretch of the imagination, but Colton was unfortunately on the other end of the spectrum.

Colt had dealt with tragedy after tragedy, shit that no kid should ever go through. When he lost his parents in a car crash three days after the start of our freshman year in high school, our family immediately took him in. That was something I loved about my dad: his heart was in the right place when it came to people.

The planet? Not so much, but he was always there for me and my friends.

A whoosh of cool air greeted me as I stepped into the dorms. The clean scent of freshly washed laundry drifted from the room to my right, where someone was up late doing one of the worst tasks known to man.

My thoughts drifted back to my dad as I walked past flyers advertising some internships in finance. It was the route my dad wanted me to take. Following his footsteps and shit. If I had it my way, I would drop my major in finance and focus solely on a software engineering degree. That was where my heart and soul lay.

I especially didn’t want to fuck with the environment the way my father’s company was.

Yeah. Fuck that noise.

I just had to figure out a way to tell my family. That was going to be the hard part.

But it would also be a problem for Tomorrow Ryan. Today Ryan had a different agenda, and it currently grew harder and harder to ignore it.

I made my way through the common spaces of the dorm, the white-bricked walls a little different to the white pine and black marble slabs that made up my family’s living room. Erica and Jane, two friends who lived above me, were sitting on the tan couches with towels wrapped around their shoulders. They had trash bags full of clothes by their feet while Sheree, one of our RAs, spoke to them as she tapped away on an iPad. She was still dressed in her pink-and-white pajamas.

“Ryan!” Erica got up from the couch.

“Hey, did you guys decide to take a midnight ocean swim?”

“Ryan, oh my God, no. Our dorm, it flooded. Can you believe it? A pipe burst, and all of a sudden, it’s like we’re under a waterfall. It really freaking sucked.” Her wet brows dipped downward. “I think your dorm got damaged too. Sorry if you lost anything.”

“Ah, shit,” I said, scratching the back of my head. I wasn’t necessarily worried about my things getting wet. I had the money to replace whatever I needed to. I was more concerned about where the hell I would sleep tonight.

As if reading my mind, Sheree looked up and waved me over.

“Hey, Ryan, I was about to call you. Your dorm got flooded.”

“I heard.”

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