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And then, there’s Oliver Jacoby. This fine specimen of a man has been more than happy showing off his green-painted ass to anyone who asks—and even to those who didn’t. I watched spellbound as he dropped his ripped shorts right there in the living room, flexing his meaty glutes for a hooting crowd of soccer jocks.

But the award for the most homoerotic moment of the night goes to Gerard Gunnarson. Moments ago, he was spotted making out with his mystery man on the dance floor. And when I say making out, I mean full-on, hands-everywhere, get-a-room-already making out.

I know what you’re all wondering. Will I uncover the identity of this mystery man already? Well, after tonight, I have no choice. Everyone saw, which means he’s not such a secret anymore.

So, without further ado, Gerard Gunnarson’s mystery man is none other than…Elliot Montgomery. The grumpy campus librarian.

Until next time.

Ice Queen skating off!

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GERARD

What do you get when a murdered football player and a bumblebee make out on the dance floor? A very happy Gerard.

I’ve kissed a few girls in my lifetime, but none compare to making out with Elliot. His tongue battles mine for dominance in a way I never knew I needed.

Iloveit.

The second we stumble into my bedroom, Elliot wastes no time pushing me up against the door and slamming it shut in the process. His hands roam over my broad chest, and I struggle not to take over and place them where I’ve never been touched.

I don’t want to rush him into anything he’s not ready to do. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Elliot since he moved into the Hockey House, it’s that he can be more skitty than a kitty.

“Can I grab your ass?” Elliot asks me, and I think my heart stops beating.

Why does that question send my dick from semi-hard to straight up pitching a tent?Or as much of a tent as one can pitch when wearing spandex pants.

There’s only one answer to Elliot’s request, and it isn’t no. “Only if I can grab yours, too.”

Elliot smirks. “I’m amenable to that deal.”

He places his lips back on mine and slides his hands down my back to grip my muscular glutes. I moan loudly, which surprises me. I know I can be vocal at times when I jerk off, but I never sound this needy. I’m about ready to die if I don’t get some friction on my groin in the next five seconds.

Elliot’s fingers are small but powerful as they knead my cheeks, and I moan even louder.

I reach around to grab his pert butt, and I have to stifle the chuckle threatening to escape my throat when I realize how tiny it is. Or maybe my hands are simply that big.

He gasps when I give his cheeks a good squeeze.Igasp when he finally grinds himself against me, sending a thrill from my dick to my brain. If my eyes were a slot machine, they’d be rolling like crazy right now.

Elliot’s hard length presses into my thigh, and I moan for the third time in less than thirty seconds. I pull my lips away from his. “God, Elliot. Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

We continue making out like horny teenagers until Elliot’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of my pants and tease the sensitive skin there. I shudder as his fingertips trace lazy circles over my tailbone.

I never knew someone’s fingers could make me this turned on. “You’re driving me wild.”

“Good,” he chuckles. “That’s the plan.”

He steps back and examines my body in a way that makes my toes curl in my cleats. His gaze caresses every inch of me, from my broad shoulders to my quivering thighs.Huh. Who knew a guy like me could quiver?

I hold my breath and silently pray I don’t collapse under his scrutiny.

When his eyes land on the unmistakable outline of my hard cock pressing against the spandex, they widen with surprise and hunger.

“Yep. That’s my penis.” It’s almost obscene how visible it is, but I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed. Not when Elliot wants to devour me whole.