“Jordy!” Chad’s entire face lit up with a smile. He and his impossibly perfect boyfriend walked toward me, and I plastered a phony smile on my face.

I wanted to be anywhere else in the world at that moment—preferably a monastery high in the Himalayas.

“Hi, Chad.” I tried to make my voice sound light and jaunty. “How are you?”

“Great!” His eyes flicked up and down my body. “I really like that shirt. This is Dante Bertucci.” He smiled. “My boyfriend.”

“Jordy, hi.” Dante’s voice was deep and his smile was genuine. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Don’t believe a word.” I smiled back in spite of myself. His grin was infectious. He grabbed my hand in one of his huge ones and pumped my arm.

“Oh, it was all good,” he said, smiling at Chad. “Chad couldn’t say enough nice things about you.”

I’ll just bet, I thought, still smiling.

“Will you two wait for me here?” Dante said. “I’ve really got to use the bathroom.”

We said we would, and I watched him walk away. His tight jeans looked great on his big, hard ass.

“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Chad whispered.

“Where did you meet him?” I somehow managed to keep my voice light.

“At Fusions on Wednesday,” Chad replied.

Thanks for calling me. “I’ve never seen him there before,” I observed.

“Oh, he broke up with his long-term boyfriend a couple of months ago, so he hasn’t been out in years. I was just fortunate to be there the night he finally decided to get out of the house again.” Chad lightly punched me on the shoulder. “If I hadn’t been there, some other queen would have snapped him up like that.” He snapped his fingers. “Can you believe my luck?”

Obviously there’s no justice in the universe was what I wanted to say, but instead I just nodded.

“He’s an architect,” Chad went on. “You should see his house—he designed it himself. It’s gorgeous.”

He kept talking, but I wasn’t listening. The high from the pot I’d smoked and the slight buzz from the beers I’d drunk were both gone.

He hadn’t even noticed that I looked different.

I might as well have been part of the furniture for all he cared.

I was stupid to think I could turn myself into someone Chad would want—he wants guys like Dante, and there’s no way I can measure up or compete with guys like that.

All of my hard work had been for nothing.

Dante came walking back toward us. The music had switched again to the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling.”

“I love this song. Let’s dance!”

“Okay.” Chad turned to me. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Don’t be silly.” Dante smiled at me. “Come dance with us, Jordy. I’m looking forward to getting to know you.”

Chad gave me a look I completely ignored. “Okay!” I smiled back at Dante and followed the two of them out onto the dance floor.

We danced through that song and stayed out there through the next three. At some point, both of them removed their shirts. Dante tried to get me to take mine off, but I refused. There was no way I was going to stand next to the two of them and have my pitiful body compared to their godlike ones.

It was during the fourth song, “My Life Would Suck Without You,” that I couldn’t take it anymore. They started singing to each other, and put their arms around each other and kissed. I escaped, doubting they would even notice. I grabbed another beer and wandered away down the dark hall of the dorm. It was taking everything I had to not cry.

A door opened to my right. “Hey, Jordy!”

I turned. “Oh, hi, Mike.”

“Are you okay?” He peered at me in the dim light.

“Fine,” I replied, turning a bit so he couldn’t see my face.

He laughed bitterly. “I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?”

“My stupid girlfriend dumped me.” He wiped at his eyes. “We’ve been together five years, and tonight she decides to tell me she’s not in love with me anymore.”

“I’m so sorry.”

To my horror he started crying. Not knowing what else to do, I put my arms around him and hugged him. His arms went around me and he pulled me in close. He put his head down on my chest and sobbed.

“Maybe we should get out of the hall,” I said. “I mean, you don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you?”

“Good point.” He pulled me into his room and shut the door.

He had a single room, with a double bed pushed up against one wall. There was a desk on the opposite wall, and there was a poster of Pamela Anderson in her Baywatch bathing suit taped to the wall over the desk. The curtains were closed, and I could hear “Fergalicious” coming from the Great Room.

I sat down on the bed.

“Can I ask you something?” He sat down on the bed next to me, almost uncomfortably close.

I nodded. “Sure.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“What?” I stared at him. “Mike, you’re straight.”

“I know it’s weird, but I really need someone.” He put his hand on my leg. “I like guys, I just like girls better.” He sighed. “But right now I need to be with someone, okay, and I don’t want to be with another girl.” He slammed his other fist down on the bed. “I don’t know if I want to be with a girl ever again.”

He’s vulnerable, Jordy, and a little drunk. You don’t want to do this. He’s going to regret this in the morning, and you’re only doing this because of Chad and Dante.

But he’s awfully hot.

I kissed him.

Our arms went around each other. We fell backward onto the bed, and he rolled over on top of me. My legs wrapped around his waist, and his tongue entered my mouth. Our crotches ground together, and I could feel he had a huge cock inside his jeans. I pulled his shirt up over his head. His chest was amazing. The pecs were perfectly formed and huge, and he had large pink nipples. I kissed one, and then the other. His body shuddered, and he started grinding his crotch into mine again. I put my hands on his big, thick arms. They were hard, no give to them at all. He pulled my shirt up and off, lowering himself back on top of me. He started kissing my neck while I fumbled with his jeans, finally undoing the button fly and pushing them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and smiled at me as he got off me and kicked his pants off. He undid my pants, pulling them off and throwing them aside. I smiled at him as he pulled my underwear off—

—and put his mouth on my cock.

I put my hands on the back of his head.

He certainly knew how to suck a cock.

“Ooooooooooh.” I moaned as he worked me with his mouth. He reached up with his big hands and started playing with my nipples. “Oh, God, Mike, that’s awesome, don’t stop, man. . . .”

He stopped and smiled at me. He got up and straddled my face. I found myself staring at one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen—and he was uncircumcised. He leaned down and started sucking me again, and I reached up with my head and took him in my mouth. I licked the head of his dick and he moaned, but he kept working on mine. He tasted slightly of sweat and smelled faintly of urine. I reached up with my hands and gripped his ass, pulling it down as I swallowed his entire length. His ass flexed, and he pushed himself deeper into my throat as I swirled my tongue around it, gripping his ass tightly with both hands.

It tasted wonderful. I wanted it deep inside of me, and I felt my own load starting to build, and just as I was about to shoot he pulled his mouth off and stroked me until I came in a huge load that rained down on my stomach.

I could feel him stiffening, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

As soon as the head passed through my lips he started shooting his load down into my face. He moaned, his ass stiffening, his entire body going rigid, his eyes closed and his body jerking with each shot.

Finally, he was finished and he rolled over onto his side.

“Wow,” he whispered.

I reached for a towel and wiped off my face, then my stomach.