Frat Boys: Addicted to Sex - New on Campus. Perfect for Us

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

I got out of the Uber with two bags and one big worry. A new city, a new university, a new start. I didn't really know myself that well yet. I knew one thing: I like sex. I think about it often. Maybe too often. But I didn't talk about it out loud.

The dorm wasn't impressive, an old brick building, a little run-down, with windows that looked like they were from the 90s. My room was on the second floor. I was sharing it with some guy I hadn't met yet. Typical layout: two beds, two desks, a shared closet, and zero privacy.

I threw my bags on the bed by the window and looked in the mirror. I was still sweaty from the trip. 24 years old, dark hair, slightly muscular body, which I maintain more out of a need for control than a passion for the gym. But it wasn't my face that attracted attention. It was my ass. I don't know why, but all the guys, straight, gay, insecure, ended up glancing at it.

I always felt their gaze. At the gym. In the locker rooms. In lines.

I sat down on the bed, took a deep breath, and stared at the ceiling. I didn't know yet that at that very moment, a few blocks away, someone was already talking about me.

Someone who had influence.

Someone who had a plan.

I left the dorm for a moment to look around the campus. I was wearing gray, fairly tight sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Nothing special. But I knew how my butt looked in those pants, and sometimes I took advantage of that.

I was standing by the stairs drinking water when I heard footsteps. A group of guys was walking down the sidewalk, six or seven of them. All wearing identical sweatshirts with a Greek letter embroidered on the chest. Tall, muscular, standing straight as hell. The kind who know that everyone is looking at them.

But they were the ones looking at me.

They walked slowly. They talked in hushed voices. And then suddenly there was silence. One of them, with light hair and a smile like a toothpaste commercial, looked straight at my ass. As if he were analyzing it. Next to him walked a brunet with a sharp gaze. He tilted his head. Someone else raised his eyebrows.

I registered it all out of the corner of my eye, but pretended to be looking up at a tree. Finally, one of them whispered:

“Fuck, did you see that?”

The other, in a deeper voice:

“He's got to be ours. An ass like that can't go to waste.”

I snorted under my breath, slightly amused. I didn't know who they were. Not yet. But I could feel their eyes on me long after they had passed the dorm.

And I don't know why... but for a split second, I felt like prey.

The university gym was surprisingly modern for an academic building. I decided to get some exercise after moving, a few sets for my legs, some abs, nothing major. I just needed to release some tension.

The locker room was empty when I walked in. Silence, the smell of men's cologne and sweat. I took off my T-shirt and grabbed a towel. When I took off my pants, I saw someone come in out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over and froze.

The guy who just walked in looked like he was carved out of stone. He had the body of a Greek god, no exaggeration. Every muscle was sculpted, his skin was taut, he didn't have an ounce of fat. His chest glistened slightly with sweat, his face was calm, but there was intensity in his eyes. It was as if nothing moved him, except what really turned him on.

It was Ashton. He was 25 years old. As I later found out, he was one of the best players on the football team. He trained hard and had a reputation for taking better care of his body than most models. But that's not all.

Ashton loved to be fucked. He liked it when someone shoved his cock so deep down his throat that he choked. He didn't talk about it openly, it was “inside” knowledge in the brotherhood. But I figured that out later. At that moment, we were just looking at each other.

We went into the showers at about the same time. I stood three stalls away. I didn't look, as a rule. But I could feel it. I could feel his eyes on me, on my back, on my ass.

And then I heard someone gasp.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye. Ashton was standing sideways, pretending to wash normally, but his dick was getting hard. I didn't comment. He didn't say anything either.

As I stepped out of the shower, I reached for my towel. Ashton was already wrapped up. He walked over to me slowly. He smiled slightly and asked,

“Are you new?”

“Matt,” I replied, smiling back.

“Ashton. Nice to meet you.”

His dark eyes glanced at my towel, then returned to my face.

“I think we'll see each other again.”

Before crossing the threshold of the fraternity house, Ashton glanced at his phone again. He sent Sean a short message: *“I met someone. You have to see him.”*

The house looked the same as always, clean and dignified. If you were just a student passing by, you would think: this is where future lawyers, team captains, the best of the best live.But these leaders shared one obsession: sex. Intense, insatiable, daily.They were addicted to [sex.No](http://sex.No) one outside the brotherhood had any idea.

Inside: warm light, the scent of men, a slight buzz of voices and the rumble of music from the gym in the basement. Max, as usual in his boxer shorts, was wandering around the living room with a protein shake. Dean was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, staring at the monitor screen. Jason, leaning against the kitchen doorframe with a smile like he was auditioning for a porn movie, raised an eyebrow when he saw Ashton.

“What are you so pumped up for?”

Ashton threw his towel over his shoulder, flexed his shoulders, and said just one word:

“I met someone new.”

That was enough to get everyone's attention in the room. Johnny looked up from his bottle, and Max sat up straight.

“Well... tell us,” said Matthew, just leaving the gym, all sweaty.

“North dorm. Showers. Alone. Ass like a dream. Seriously. I'm not kidding.”

About 5'8“, muscular but natural. Sparkling eyes. But that ass...” Ashton paused and bit his lip. “He was made to be fucked.”

“Isn't that the guy we passed today at the campus entrance?” Dean interjected, tilting his head.

“Gray sweatpants. I almost lost my tongue when he bent over.”

“Yeah,” Max confirmed. “We saw him. He was... well, perfect.”

Sean, who had been silent until now, looked up from his book and closed it slowly.

“What's his name?”

“Matt,” Ashton replied.

Sean stood up from his chair and stretched his arms. His body was, as usual, perfect, tense, built like a professional athlete.

“We'll see what we can do,” he said simply. “But take it easy. If he's new, we can't scare him off.”

Jason laughed.

“Really? You're talking about patience?”

“I want him here,” Sean said firmly. “But he has to want it himself. The real fun is just beginning.”

“You said Matt, right?” Max was already sitting with his laptop on his lap. His fingers flew across the keyboard.

“Okay... here he is,” Max muttered and turned the screen toward the rest of the group.

In the photo was Matt. Smiling, wearing a T-shirt from his previous college, sideways to the camera. But it wasn't his face that caught everyone's attention. It was his butt. Even in jeans. Lifted, firm, perfectly rounded. A natural sculpture.

Dean whistled softly.

“There's no way he wasn't made for us.”

“He looks like he doesn't know how much he wants it,” said Johnny, leaning over Max's shoulder. “Not yet.”

Matthew stretched, the wet towel falling from his hips, but no one cared. Everyone was looking at Matt.

Ashton nodded. “He didn't look me in the eye once in the shower. But he knew I was watching. And he didn't run away.”

“So he already knows,” Max concluded. “Or he has a hunch.”

Sean, standing against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, he came closer, looked at the screen, and just muttered,

“We have to have him.”

“Take it easy,” Jason reminded him. “Rule number one: no pressure.

Sean nodded.

“We'll reel him in. We'll show him he wants this more than he thinks he does.”

The boys nodded. There was no hesitation in their eyes, only excitement, energy, and a shared goal.

Matt didn't know it yet, but the brotherhood had already made its decision.