“Seemed like you were kind of into it,” Todd murmured, a new, odd tone to his voice.
“No, I wasn’t. I mean, no more than you. And we were drunk.”
“I was more drunk than you,” Todd suggested. “I barely remember it, except that you were the one who kept wanting to do stuff.”
“That’s not true.”
“Doesn’t really matter now,” Todd said. “It’s not like either of us isgaybecause of it,right?”
“Right,” Katt mumbled.
He cleared his throat. “Look, I’d let you off the hook on this initiation thing, but it requiresvideoevidence. None of the brothers would be cool with me inducting you into the brotherhood otherwise.”
“I get it,” Katt said quietly. “And I don’t blame them if they had to do it, too.”
“So…?” Todd asked. “What’re you going to do?”
Katt released a long breath. “I’ll do it. I’ll figure out how to deal with it.”
“Great.” Todd sounded genuinely happy. “I really want you in the fraternity.”
“I… I really want to be in it,” Katt said, realizing it was truer than ever now. Once a frat brother, he and Todd could rekindle their friendship. He suddenly understood just how important that was to him. He wanted his best friend back.
“You want to make it easier on yourself?” Todd added. “Choose the guy with the smallest dick. So, whether you’re suckin’ or fuckin’, it won’t be as challenging as a huge cock.”
“Yeah,” Katt mumbled. “And how am I supposed to know who has the smallest dick?”
Todd’s grin came through in his voice. “Ask them. Or if you don’t want to be soforward,ask toseetheir cocks. They’re porn stars, they’ll show you.”
Katt could picture it going either way—asking outright, or just asking tosee—and neither image sat well with him. The men themselves probably wouldn’t even blink.
7
“Are you okay?” Garrett asked when Katt returned to the rec room.
“Yeah.” Katt glanced around the room. “I’m… fine.”
Marcus approached. “I didn’t scare you away, did I?” He seemed genuinely concerned. “I shouldn’t have given you tongue.” The blunt sincerity almost made Katt laugh, despite the situation.
The other guys in the room did laugh.
“It’s okay.” Katt smiled uncertainly. “I’m just, ya know, not used to this.”
Mickey joined Marcus. “What can we do to help you relax?” He lay his head on Marcus’ shoulder and softly batted his thick, blond lashes. “There’s nothing we won’t do.”
“He ain’t lying,” Lucas snorted. “Then again, there’s nothingnoneof us won’t do.”
The young men lounging around the room nodded in agreement.
Katt shifted in place, hands flexing at his sides. “How does this work?” he mumbled. “Do I pick one person to… do stuff with, or…?”
“You can,” Marcus said, a natural softness to his voice. “Or you can sample all of us.” A smile formed. “There are no rules.”
Katt nodded, feeling little comfort from the answer. He turned to Garrett and lowered his voice. “I want to ask a question, but…” He swallowed. “… I don’t know if it’s offensive.”
“Is it sex related?” Garrett asked.
“Yeah, sort of.”
