I blushed happily. Finally he was noticing my hard work! “Thanks,” I replied.

“Two months ago you wouldn’t take your shirt off, and now look at you!” He beamed, and turned to watch a muscular guy who’d climbed up on one of the speakers.

He still hasn’t noticed.

I felt my eyes well up, so I used my shirt to wipe sweat off my face and hide my tears. I suddenly became aware of a guy dancing behind me, grinding his crotch against my ass. I looked back over my shoulder and grinned at him. “You’ve got a great ass,” he said into my ear.

“Thanks.” I glanced down at his torso. “Nice pecs!” I turned around and faced him, still dancing. He put his arms around my neck and pulled my head down to his. We kissed on the dance floor, the lyrics of the song pulsing through my head as our crotches came together. My cock was already hard, and I could feel his through his jeans, which had crept down low enough for me to tell he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“My name’s Devon,” he shouted once our mouths came apart.

“Jordy,” I shouted back.

“I’ve never seen you here before.”

“You just never noticed me.”

“I would have noticed.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue over my right nipple.

I smiled at Devon. “You want to get out of here?” Devon winked at me as one of his hands brushed against the crotch of my jeans.

I looked around for Chad but didn’t see him at first . . . and then I saw him.

He was up on the speaker, grinding his ass into the muscle god.

“Yeah,” I said to Devon. “Let’s go. You want to go to my place?”

“Better.” He grabbed me by the hand and led me off the dance floor to a darkened corner of the bar, and opened a door. It was a bathroom, one I’d never seen before. He locked the door behind us. There was a dim light over the mirror. He pushed me against the door and turned his back to me, grinding his ass into me. He reached back and grabbed my cock. “Oh, yeah, I knew you’d have a big one.” His pants dropped and he bent forward a little. “Come on, fuck me, man.”

I undid my pants while I dug a condom out of my pocket. I tore it open and slid it over my cock. He pressed a little brown bottle into my hand. “Take a whiff,” he whispered.

I held it up to my nose and took a deep inhale. Within moments my head was roaring, I could hear my heart pounding, and I wanted to be inside him.

I grabbed his hips and slid my cock inside him.

He took the bottle back. “Oooooh, yeah.” He pushed back against me. I started pounding at him. It felt amazing, like his ass was gripping me and not going to let me go until—

He cried out, his body shuddering.

He slipped forward and my cock popped out of his ass.

He turned around and licked my face.

He peeled the condom off and spat on his hand, and started stroking me.

It didn’t take long before I came.

He pulled his pants up and unlocked the door. “Thanks, man.” He winked, and opened the door and was gone.

I shook my head. Did that just happen? I pulled my pants up and fastened them. I walked back out onto the dance floor. Chad was dancing by himself, the muscle god he’d been on the speaker with nowhere to be seen. “Where have you been?” he shouted over the music.

“Bathroom.”

He put his arms around me. “Man, I’ve missed this.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

And even though I knew better, I started believing again.

Chapter 9

“You’re really turning into a bit of a whore,” Brandon Benson said, opening his eyes wide as he took a sip of his iced tea. “Chad’s kind of worried about you. And so are we.”

I stopped, a forkful of cucumber halfway to my mouth, stunned. I couldn’t have heard that right, could I? It was completely out of left field. One minute we were talking about the new pledge class and which ones we might want for little brothers. And then WHAM! A shot right between the eyes—and a cheap shot, at that, given who it was coming from.

“No, I’m not,” I replied, putting my fork back down. “Why would you say that?” Yes, pot, I am black ran through my head as I sat there staring at him. I looked from him to Rees, who just gave me a little helpless shrug and a rueful smile, as though to say, This wasn’t my idea, sorry.

We were sitting in the food court in the Student Union. It was crowded, and the noise level made it hard to hear. I’d run into them as I was heading home from my last class. They’d invited me to join them for lunch in the Union, and it was time for my next meal. I’d just planned on going home and making a protein shake, but maybe something solid was in the cards. I’d only had a shake for breakfast and a protein bar for my second meal of the day, and there was a decent salad bar in the Union. I had about two hours before I had to meet my trainer at Body Quest, and I rarely got a chance to talk to either of them without Chad around. I’d always gotten the sense they only put up with me because of Chad, which was more than fine with me. I kind of only put up with them because of Chad. But the friendly request made me curious, so I’d agreed.

Being told I was a whore wasn’t what I’d been expecting.

“How many different guys have you slept with in the last couple of weeks?” Brandon asked, raising his eyebrows, a slight smile playing at his lips. “Seriously, Jordy.”

“I don’t know. I don’t count them,” I said, giving my attention back to my salad. Maybe the same amount as you, give or take? I thought, getting irritated. “It’s not like I’m trying to break a world record or something. I don’t see what the big deal is. I use condoms.”

“Chad’s just worried, is all,” Rees said. He took a bite of his grilled cheese sandwich. “He thought we should have a talk with you.” He gave me a nervous little smile.

“I don’t understand.” I speared a mushroom, trying to push down my rising anger. “If Chad is so damned concerned, why isn’t he talking to me about this?” And you’d be surprised if you knew what he thought about YOUR behavior, you idiots. “I mean, it’s not like you guys—” I stopped and took a deep breath. Don’t argue with them, find out what this is all about. It’s coming from Chad. What is he up to now? I felt a little surge of triumph. He couldn’t be jealous, could he?

“Oh, we offered.” Brandon gave me a smile.

I smiled back at him. He really was cute, I decided, with the gap in his front teeth and the big jug ears. I’d never paid much attention to him before—why was that?

Because he’s one of Chad’s inner circle, that’s why.

“Yeah,” Rees chimed in. “We care about you, Jordy, and you know, we don’t really get to hang out with you that much.” He gave me a wide smile. “I mean, you’re not just our fraternity brother, you’re a part of our circle, you know?” He touched my hand.

“Circle?” I popped the mushroom into my mouth. “That’s sweet. You know, I always kind of got the impression you guys didn’t like me very much.” There, what have you got to say to that?

They exchanged glances. “I don’t know why you’d think that,” Rees said slowly. He touched my hand again. “I can’t speak for Brandon, but I like you, Jordy.” His hand stayed on top of mine for maybe a beat longer than it should have. “You’re smart, and you’re funny.”

“Thanks.” I studied his face. He seemed sincere, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust him.

“Besides”—Brandon leaned in and lowered his voice—“we’re the hottest four gay guys at Beta Kappa—probably in the whole Greek system—and so we have to look out for each other. We owe it to each other to watch out for each other. You know what I mean?”

It was all I could do not to laugh. Sure, it felt good to hear him say it, but seriously? My body had really been changing—the hard work at the gym and the diet and supplements were creating a true miracle, and I’d had to buy some new clothes because my shirts were getting too small—but I was hardly in the league of Chad, or Jeff, or Blair. For that matter, Rees and Brandon were hot guys, but they weren’t, either.