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as one of the most progressive campuses in the state, and in California that was saying a lot. Polk also had a pretty strong and vibrant gay community. The Greek system was one of the few in the country that welcomed gays and lesbians with open arms. I figured it was better to get my feet wet as a young gay man in a smaller city with a strong community rather than jumping into San Francisco or West Hollywood or New York with both feet. No, these two years in Polk were going to be all about me finding myself before I left for Harvard.
    So I was a little nervous but a lot excited.
    I pulled into the driveway for the Alhambra Apartments and swiped my entry card at the guard gate. I’d wanted to live in the dorms, but this was a battle I let my parents win. The Alhambra was a gorgeous luxury complex with heavy security—way out of the price range of the average student—and I’d allowed them to get me an apartment there as a compromise. The security would make them feel better, and it was a really nice place. I’d picked out the furniture I wanted, and Lars took care of getting the apartment set up for me. He’d even stocked the kitchen with groceries. I drove around to the building I was going to call home for the next two years and pulled into a parking spot underneath a palm tree. I sat there in the car for a few moments, taking deep breaths. Opposite the building was a swimming pool. When I got out of the car I saw a guy climbing out of the pool, and I caught my breath.
    He was tall, and once he was out of the pool he shook his head. Drops of water flew in all directions. He was deeply tanned, and his skin was smooth other than a slight patch of hair in the center of his impressively developed chest. His entire body was defined and sculpted muscle. His waist was very narrow, and the cuts between his six-pack were deep. Two deep grooves ran from his upper pelvic bones down toward the top of his low-rise, white bikini. The white Lycra clung to a long, thick penis that reached from the center of the bikini almost all the way to his right thigh. Underneath was a thick set of balls. I gasped a bit, unable to tear my eyes away from this godlike apparition. He turned around, and my own cock began to stir inside my pants. The bikini exposed the top of his crack, and his ass was firm, compact, and round. I watched, enthralled, as he ran his towel over his skin, wiping away drops of water. Every muscle in his body flexed when he moved, his broad back rippling as he bent one way and then the other. Finally, he finished and stretched out on a lounge chair, placing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.
    No one at St. Bernard came even remotely close to that level of perfection.
    The spell broken, I couldn’t help but grin. If this was the kind of view I was going to get, I was going to like it here just fine.
    I locked up the car, walked around to the staircase, and climbed up to the second floor. I was just putting my key into the lock when the door across from mine opened. “Hey, neighbor!” a voice said from behind me.
    I turned and smiled. “Hi. I’m Jordy.”
    He stuck out his right hand and grinned at me. “Blair Blanchard.” His robe fell open, revealing a navy blue bikini. I caught my breath. Blair was a little shorter than me, and the broad smile lit up a handsome face, creating dimples in his tanned cheeks. His hair was bluish black and curly, cropped a little short, and his bluish green eyes were set on either side of a sculpted nose. His lips were thick and his body lean, definition lines cut into every muscle. A trail of curly black hairs ran down from his navel to the waistband of the bikini. The bulge inside the blue Lycra was impressive, but nothing like the guy at the pool’s—but then, that guy was practically a freak of nature.
    This apartment complex was apparently full of gorgeous guys who wore tiny bikinis.
    Oh, I was definitely going to like it