There’s a lot to love about frat boy fantasies. Young guys, out to have a good time, and eager to experiment with all that life has to offer.

I’ve written a collection of short stories that follows the encounters of a group of frat boys who know how to have fun on campus - it’s called Frat Boys.

It's erotic gay fiction, if you're into that kind of thing.

“Good evening brothers, let me call this meeting to order.” Tapping the wooden gavel on the table, Pete Jansen, president of the fraternity, looked sternly around the room.

The membership of Alpha Delta Beta was limited to twenty brothers — all twenty were in the room for their first official fraternity meeting of the year.

“Nearly done!” came the reply — it sounded like Joachim, one of the new frat members.

Pete stood outside the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet, anxious to get in the shower and finish jacking off, his cock continuing to strain and throb as he tried to contain it beneath his towel.

In a little while the bathroom door opened and Joachim came out, wrapped in just a towel.

“Sorry Pete” said Joachim, looking a bit embarrassed.

“No problem Joachim” said Pete, admiring Joachim’s broad chest, a light dusting of blond fur trailing around his nipples.

Pete had to fight an urge to reach out and touch Joachim’s body.

His train of thought was interrupted by the appearance of frat brother Michael who followed Joachim out of the bathroom.

Pete was confused.

“What were they doing in there together?” he thought to himself.

The next day, Frank was in the cafe waiting for his appointment with Leroy Dupont  -  the student that the Dean had asked him to help get back on track with his studies.

“Busy day today?” asked Carlos the barista, handing over Frank’s regular coffee order.

“Thanks Carlos - not too bad. I’m here for a meeting this morning with this kid…” said Frank, holding up a photo of Leroy. “If you see him come in, can you send him my way please?”

“Sure thing, Frank” replied Carlos. “He’s cute!”

“Easy Carlos…” winked Frank. “Let’s try and keep it professional.”

Frank led the way over to the large couch in the living room, Zhang sat next to him - feeling a little intoxicated by the wine and the prospect of getting naked with Frank.

“Your boyfriend won’t mind if we…” began Zhang.

“If we fuck?” grinned Frank. “No - he won’t mind. He’ll be a bit jealous actually, when I tell him - he’s really into intellectual guys. We could Skype him in if you want?”

A party?” asked Pete, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you want a party? What sort of party?”

“So many questions!” laughed Scotty, “Why do we need a reason to have a party? I just think it would be fun. We could have a Halloween party or something.”

“Halloween is months away…” corrected Pete. “Who are you planning on inviting to this party?”

“Well we could just make it a frat house party..." suggested Scotty. "There’s twenty of us in the fraternity, that’s enough for us to have a laugh.”

“An exclusive party? When do you want to have it?” asked Pete.

“Oh good,  I’m glad you’re on board with this..." grinned Scotty. "I was thinking that we could have it this Saturday night.”

Scotty swung into action to organise the party. Letting all of his fraternity brothers know that it was on, that it was an exclusive party just for the fraternity and that there would be a theme. Scotty had bought the masquerade masks for everyone — it had taken him a while to find the style that he was looking for, they weren’t expensive, they were just simple black masks that covered the eyes. Because they all knew each other so well the masks wouldn’t really conceal their identities but it would give everyone a sense of anonymity. Combined with a few drinks, Scotty thought that it should be enough to make the guys a bit more adventurous than they might normally be.

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