Kenny just grinned, pouring himself another shot. "Yeah, best to pace yourself, I always say." He threw the shot back like it was the first, making a loud "ah" sound and putting the glass down. "I feel pretty good." He stretched his arms up overhead, and I could see the big lat muscles fanning out underneath his sweater. "Too bad no chicks around." He winked at me.

"Yeah." I tried to sound enthusiastic. I was starting to sweat a little.

He grabbed his crotch and rubbed it. "Tequila and coke always make me horny, ya know?"

"Uh-huh." My mind was racing through its fog. The tequila had soaked in, and the pot wasn't helping much, although the coke had me completely alert. It was a weird combination, one I wasn't sure I liked very much. And I wasn't entirely comfortable with the direction this conversation was heading. Don't even think he is going therefor one second, I told myself, because he isn't. Kenny Frame is into women, and women only. Keep your hands off and remember that. This is where you could get yourself into some serious, major trouble.

"You don't get laid much, do you?" Kenny was looking at me seriously. "I mean, I don't think I've ever heard of you banging one chick all semester."

This wasn't the first time this had come up with one of the brothers. I shrugged, giving my standard response. "I just don't see much need to brag about it." This often had the desired effect; implying that brothers who bragged didn't get much action-which usually made the person who brought it up in the first place redden and shut up.

"I don't buy it." Kenny winked at me. "Me, I think you like guys."

My jaw dropped. Oh, fuck. Through my fogged mind, I tried to figure out an appropriate response. "I do not!" I squeaked out finally and cursed at myself. Yeah, that sounded masculine and convincing. Nice move!

"You sure?" Kenny gave me that big grin again. "Some of the other brothers think so."

The tequila churned in my stomach, just as a big drip of coke went down my throat. I gagged, horrified, not knowing what to say, what to do. Blair and I had always been so careful. We knew that not ever hooking up very publicly with any girls was a risk-especially since we spent so much time together. Chris and Eric were very publicly heterosexual, even though I suspected they really weren't as "bisexual" as they'd told me. Blair and I had never once talked about what might happen if people started talking about us in that way. Fuck! I wanted the world to collapse then, wanted a big hole in the floor to open up and suck me down. "Who?" I managed to keep my voice steady. "Who's said that about me?"

"Nobody who matters, really." Kenny poured himself another shot of tequila. "Assholes nobody likes, nobody listens to. I don't care, myself."

"Huh?" I couldn't do anything but stare at him. My mind was racing a million miles an hour. Who is saying that shit about me? Are they saying it about Blair too ? What the hell are we going to do?

"Don't matter to me," he went on as though I hadn't spoken. "You get your rocks off how you get your rocks off, ya know? I don't give a shit. Hell, I've done it a couple of times myself."

"You have?" I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. Kenny Frame, the big muscle stud football player who fucked any chick who even looked at him sideways? It had to be the tequila. I reached for the bong with shaking hands and took another hit.

"Everyone has." He looked at me. "Anyone who says they never have is a fucking liar." He smiled. "I mean, come on, Jeff. Haven't you?"

"No. No, I never have."

"Really?" he shrugged. "Okay, man, if you say so." He measured out two more lines of coke. "Damn, it's hot in here." He passed me the picture frame. As I took the rolled up dollar bill and started to inhale my line, he pulled the sweater up over his head.

This can't be happening, I thought to myself as I tried not to look at his body. He was all smooth, tanned thick muscle. Big hard round pecs with half-dollar-sized purple nipples, a completely flat hard stomach with a trail of hair leading from the navel to the waist of his tight jeans. His arms were big, solid, thick, and strong. My dick was getting hard, in spite of myself.

He laughed. "You're getting a boner, just thinking about it. Aren't you?" He winked at me.

I crossed my legs, passing the frame back. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My mind was racing, my coked-up blood pumping into my dick.

He did his line and put the frame down, kicking off his shoes. He stood up and undid the button fly of his jeans and then peeled them off his powerful legs, standing before me in just his white briefs. He had a hard-on, too. He got back onto the bed, kneeling in the middle of the mattress. "Let's wrestle." He growled. "I've got some energy I need to burn off."

I laughed, but it sounded choked and forced to me. "Like that would be fair. You'd kick my ass in two seconds." But the thought of having that body wrapped around mine was enticing.

"You chicken?" he taunted, flexing his big arms.

"Well, yeah. I mean, you could kill me without even trying."

He laughed, delighted. "You should be chicken. I knew you were a smart guy." He winked at me. "Aw, come on, I won't hurt you, Jeff. That wouldn't be any fun. Of course I'll win, but it's the struggle that's fun, you know? Two men tussling together to see who's the strongest? Don't you think that's hot, Jeff? You know you do."

"I don't think it's such a good idea." I shook my head. "Seriously, man." I forced out a laugh. "I mean, Kenny. It's kind of weird, don't you think?"

"What's weird is why you have such a problem with having a friendly wrestling match with one of your brothers." He climbed off the bed and walked over to my dresser, pulling out the top drawer and pulling out a pair of pale blue underwear Blair had given me. They were bikini cut, which he liked to see me in, saying "It always reminds me of you in my red bikini next to Dad's pool, sexy as hell but shy and nervous with no idea of just the affect you were having on everyone around you." Kenny held them up and grinned. "Very nice," he said with a grin and tossed them to me. "Put those on. It'll be fun, you'll see."

"Kenny, I-"

"If you're worried about getting a hard-on, don't be." He reached down and grabbed his own. "See? I've got one. No big deal, you see?"

I swallowed. It was so tempting. "Um-"

"Come on, man." He was losing patience. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you. Don't be such a pussy. You'll see, it's fun."

I gave up and got to my feet. "All right, already." I dropped my sweatpants and pulled the underwear up and on. "You happy now?"

He hopped back on the bed, the grin back on his face. "This'll be fun, you'll see. And the hard-ons are no big deal. If you watch the Olympic guys, they have hard-ons in their singlets all the time. It's a male thing, you know? Primal."

"Uh-huh." I took a deep breath and climbed up onto the bed. He was about a foot away from me, both of us on our knees.

"You ready?" he asked, a big grin on his face.

I nodded, and he grabbed me.

It took him about twenty seconds to pin me. As I'd thought, I didn't have a chance against him. I couldn't budge him. He outweighed me by too much, and was much stronger. Anything I tried to do was useless ... whenever I got him into a hold, he could counter it and get me into something much worse. We went a couple more times, him even letting me get him in a hold to start with, but it made absolutely no difference. He could just power out of it and then I was just there for the taking.