“But you dance in the gay bars . . .”

“I don’t have to fuck anyone, either.” Jeff cut him off. “It’s different, Blair, and you know it.” He put his big hand on my shoulder. “I’m a go-go boy, Jordy. I hope you won’t think badly of me. I only did that one shoot—I did several different scenes in one weekend, and they used them in several different movies.” He sighed. “It gives the impression that I did a lot of movies. I’ve regretted doing it ever since—it doesn’t seem like I’ll ever live that down, either.”

“Think badly of you?” I gulped. “I think it’s cool.”

“Tongue back in your mouth, child,” Blair commanded. “I take it you’ve never met a porn star before?”

“I’m not a porn star!” Jeff insisted.

“Darling, I’m teasing you,” Blair said patiently. “Now, Jordy, are you a freshman?”

I knew it was rude to stare at Jeff, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I nodded.

“Perhaps you should rush our fraternity,” Blair went on when he realized I wasn’t going to say anything else.

That got my attention away from Jeff. “A fraternity?”

“Beta Kappa, the best house on campus,” Jeff said. “That’s where we met.”

I swallowed. “Is Beta Kappa gay friendly?”

Blair laughed. “We wouldn’t have asked you to rush if it weren’t, Jordy.”

“How did you know—”

“Outside of the fact you recognized Jeff from his venture into the gay porn industry?”

“Oh.”

“You’ll love Beta Kappa,” Jeff went on. “It’s a great house, and the brothers are all really cool. Why don’t you come over for dinner and we’ll tell you more about it?” He sniffed his armpits and frowned. “I really need to get in the shower.”

“Six o’clock,” Blair directed as they walked out my front door.

I opened my mouth to say I’d just eaten but shut it. It wouldn’t kill me to eat again, so I nodded.

The door shut behind them, and I plopped down on the couch.

A fraternity.

A gay-friendly fraternity at that.

I smiled. I wanted the college experience, and what better way to get that than to join a fraternity?

I took another swig from my Coke and leaned back on the couch.

Jeff and Blair were so nice, and sexy. I closed my eyes and imagined the two of them in bed together, their naked bodies covered in sweat as—

My hand crept down to my crotch. I’d been hard from the moment Jeff had walked into my apartment. I undid my shorts and slid them down, wrapping my hand around my cock.

What would it be like to kiss Jeff? Or Blair?

I summoned up the memory of a scene from one of the movies of Jeff’s I’d downloaded. My hand started moving up and down on my cock as I imagined that beautiful body on top of me, his lips pressing against mine, that huge cock rubbing against mine as he pushed my legs apart and began trying to push it inside of me.

I came almost immediately, my entire body going rigid with the orgasm.

I laughed out loud.

I was definitely going to love it here.

Chapter 2

Iswallowed and steeled my nerve, resisting the urge to get out my cell phone.

You wanted to do this on your own, I reminded myself. You can’t call Jeff and Blair now and beg them to take you to Beta Kappa. They’ll think you’re an idiot.

It was the first night of Rush, and I was standing at the end of Fraternity Row. Ten fraternity houses facing each other across a pedestrian mall stood in front of me. Guys were strolling along the sidewalks, a steady stream going in and out of each house. You can do this. This isn’t St. Bernard, this is somewhere you’re going to fit in and have lots of friends. This is why you came to school here. Jeff and Blair have thoroughly prepped you on what to say, how to act. You can do this without their help.

I took a deep breath and started walking. Beta Kappa was at the end of Fraternity Row, right across the mall from the Sigma Chi house.

The first week of school had been remarkably easy. None of my classes seemed particularly challenging, as I’d suspected. According to Jeff and Blair, pledge semester would be rough and time-consuming; not having a conflict with studying would make it much easier on me. My main fear with my classes was actually being bored; I’d found myself nodding off a few times in my eight a.m. Comp class. My Biology class was so basic as to be laughable, and my History of Western Civilization class looked to be equally easy. I’d already gotten a good start on my term paper for it. I didn’t think I would have a problem with Algebra—I’d gone much further at St. Bernard in math—and Intro to Sociology looked simple.

I’d bought some new clothes and gotten a haircut. My new clothes fit well, but I hadn’t been able to style my hair the way it looked when I’d left the salon. I finally gave up and didn’t bother with the gel, combing it flat and parted on the side. I thought it looked okay.

Blair and Jeff had offered to take me to Beta Kappa and introduce me to the brothers, but I’d said no. They thought I was crazy, and said so in no uncertain terms.

“I want to get a bid on my own,” I’d insisted. “You guys have done enough for me already.” As I walked now up the mall toward the house, my stomach began to knot up. Stay calm, it’s just a fraternity house, and it IS Rush. They’re going to be nice and friendly because they want people to join. This isn’t St. Bernard. These guys aren’t princes and nobility and the sons of billionaires. These are just normal, typical guys, and they aren’t going to look down their noses at you. It was important to me to get a bid on my own, without any more help from Jeff and Blair. The “Rush boot camp” they’d put me through had already given me a leg up on the other guys rushing. At my insistence, Jeff and Blair had even agreed to not show up for the first night of Rush. I was on my own, and as I walked past the other houses I started to relax. You’re getting yourself all worked up for absolutely no reason. Just because you didn’t fit in at St. Bernard doesn’t mean you aren’t going to fit in at Beta Kappa. You’re smart, you’re funny, and you have a lot to offer, just like Blair and Jeff said. Just be yourself and don’t be nervous, I said to myself over and over as I drew closer and closer to the end of the mall.

And before I knew it, I was standing in front of Beta Kappa.

I swallowed nervously again.

Just go up the walk and inside, I told myself. There’s no reason to be nervous.

Yet in spite of myself, I flashed back to being ten years old and arriving at St. Bernard. I remembered my roommate, a French kid named Guy deMontespan, looking at me as though I were something he’d stepped in. “I am descended from Louis XIV, the glorious Sun King,” he’d said, his lip curling into a sneer, “and they put me in a room with some nobody American?”

It was the last time Guy spoke to me. He’d complained and gotten switched to another room. I wound up with a single room because no one else wanted to be my roommate. And I’d stayed in a single room for eight long, lonely years.

That’s the past, Jordy. No one here knows you were the most unpopular student at St. Bernard. No one here is going to judge you because you don’t have royal blood or because you can’t trace your ancestry back to the Crusades. This is the United States and things like that don’t matter here. Here you’re judged on your merits, and that’s what the brothers will do. You’re an A student. You speak four languages.

And my parents were stinking rich.

I put that thought out of my head. Mom and Dad always drilled into me the importance of standing on my own. So what if I was a failure at making friends at St. Bernard? This was a whole new world. No one here knew I’d been lonely and picked on there. I was making a fresh start.

Maybe I should have come with Blair and Jeff. Why am I so stupid? They already know everyone. They could have introduced me around, and it wouldn’t be like I’m a total stranger.