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two Britannians’
    cheers. They’re beefy with brown and red hair and handsome smiles, but I don’t find them
    attractive. Why is that? They’re guys, after all.
    I’ve been scanning the big room, searching for Grayson, but each time I catch myself
    doing it, I remember that I told him to stop stalking me. But stalkers don’t stop just because
    they’re told to. He could still be here.
    “Coby, I said that’s enough,” says Ray, dropping a big hand on my shoulder.
    “Fuck off,” is my slurry reply while one of the Britannians pours me another shot and
    tosses me a lime.
    Hunter, the leader of Nova Britannia, walks up to the green card table and puts his
    hands down on it, looking pointedly at my two new friends.
    “Gary, Trevor, you guys aren’t up to anything, are you?”
    “We’re just drinking, H,” says one of the beefs, casting Hunter a forced-looking grin.
    When I down another shot, lick the salt off my hand, and clamp my teeth down on the
    lime, I start to feel a little funny, like my soul is hovering around my body – trying to fit itself under my skin, but never able to puzzle itself directly.
    “Ugh,” I groan, holding my stomach tightly. “I need ta pee...or throw ‘p...”
    “Want me to come with you?” asks Ray, who only ever downs a couple of beers, even
    when there are free drinks.
    “Nah, ‘m fine.”
    “Bathroom’s upstairs to the left,” says Hunter.
    I stumble up the curvy stairs – or maybe they just look curvy because of all the booze
    – and find a toilet to puke in. After I’ve returned a large chunk of what I’ve consumed, I sit
    on the floor – back to a bathtub – and try to breathe through my cold shivers.
    It feels like I’m getting sick.
    The music thumps from downstairs speakers, and I can hear a couple moaning in a
    room on the other side of the bathroom wall. But both their voices sound so deep, like two
    guys...
    I rest my forehead on my knee while Grayson squeezes his way into my mind for the
    hundredth time this evening.
    He didn’t do this to me. I kissed him first and asked if I could touch his cock. He
    didn’t make me do anything. Then I practically ate him up after he sucked me off.

    Why me?
    The pang in my stomach won’t go away, and it doesn’t mix well with all the shit I’ve
    been drinking.
    I stumble forward to hunch over the toilet bowl, my previous mess still in it. Then I
    spew my guts out while my body convulses and shivers. I try to spit, but it just hangs down
    my lip.
    The pang won’t go away. It only increases when I think about how he cowered from
    me. He did that twice. Was he beaten up by someone he had sex with? Someone like me, who
    was horny as hell for him, but then felt disgusted afterward?
    It couldn’t be. I mean, he’s so shy and doesn’t look like someone who sleeps with a
    lot of guys. But his sucking technique, and the way he talked about lube and spit as if it was
    no big deal...
    I jump at the sound of the bathroom door bursting in with two guys all over each
    other. Kissing, moaning, working each other’s clothes off while fighting for control. My cock
    swells in my pants as I watch them, numb and breathless.
    Is it that easy?
    The one slightly taller pulls away and screws up his nose.
    “Did someone puke in here?”
    The other stops to sniff and then covers his nose.
    Then they both look at me, their eyes going from my face to my crotch.
    “Hey there handsome,” says the taller one with a smile on his thin lips. “There’s
    mouthwash at the top shelf if you want to join us.”
    What – the fuck sort of a fraternity is this? And why the hell is my cock all stiff and
    my heart beating faster than the techno beat coming from downstairs? These guys aren’t
    Grayson or other scrawny little twinks. I’m pretty sure I’ve never considered beefy guys
    before.
    I hunch over the toilet again to spew out what I hope to be the rest of the alcohol from
    my guts.
    “Hookay, we’ll just go find a room,” says the