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heard others echoing it. All eyes were riveted to the huge, perfectly outlined bulge of his cock showing clearly through the front of his shorts.
    “Oh yeah.” Jake heard the words breathed behind him. “There’s the money shot.”
    Roan did it again, another shot that gave a clear view of the treasure he kept hidden in his pants.
    Jake couldn’t resist. He turned to the girls behind him. “Why is he doing that? Doesn’t it ruin the picture?”
    One girl giggled. “Are you kidding? He’s, like, famous for that huge cock. Some photographers love to slip in a shot that shows it off just so the magazine readers will, like, drool.”
    “Jesus.” He turned back only to realize that the people he’d been hiding behind had moved away, and he was clearly visible. He looked frantically for another hiding place, but too late. When he glanced back at the diving board, the clear green eyes were staring straight at him.
    Roan gave no sign of recognition. He continued to pose for several seconds, and then suddenly he simply dropped backward into a perfect arching backbend, hands and feet on the board, lithe body ripped and straining, and the bulge of that huge cock sticking straight up toward the heavens.
    Jake had to give a little smile. The message was clear. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Look what you missed, straight boy.
    Yeah, that guy was something.
    Roan pulled himself out of the backbend gracefully. Apparently, the session was over, and he stalked off the diving board to a smattering of applause from the crowd. He flashed a smile briefly but never glanced at Jake.
    Jake realized he was trembling, shaking all over, and to make it worse, his dick was hard as steel. Thank God his jeans were fairly tight, so they kept him under control, but he still pulled his T-shirt down, trying to hide it. He looked around and saw the Valley girl from behind him grinning at him knowingly. “That’s okay, sweetie.” She giggled. “I know just how you feel.”
    Embarrassed, he couldn’t even give a witty reply. He just rushed toward the nearest entrance to the hotel, which proved to be the men’s locker room. Perfect, a hiding place . Inside, a few men were wandering toward the steam room wrapped in towels, so he headed for the quiet back lockers. With no one around, he collapsed onto the nearest bench, ripped off his sunglasses, and dropped his head into his hands.
    Shit, why was he reacting this way? It wasn’t like he was some closet queen who had been fighting his attraction to men for years. He never noticed guys, not even Tom. He’d loved him as a friend and hadn’t been turned off by his oral sex, but he hadn’t lusted after him. He never thought of him that way. Why the fuck did Roan turn him on?
    He stood up and paced a little. God, he wanted to deny it, but he was still half-hard in his jeans. Just thinking about the model made his palms sweat. But he didn’t have to explain it. Tomorrow he could go home and forget the whole fucking episode.
    Fucking…? Wow. What if the guy had wanted to be fucked last night? Would Jake have done it? Was he that far gone over the beautiful man? He shook his head, trying to dislodge the image—the clear, full-color image of his cock buried deep in Roan’s ass. Shit, this was so not helping his erection.
    A soft sound made him look up.
    His beauty was wearing only a towel; the black hair clung to his forehead and neck, wet from the shower. Clear green eyes stared at Jake with some intense but indescribable emotion. Jake knew for certain he’d never seen anything so beautiful. A fully clothed guy—really big—stood behind Roan. The model looked over his shoulder. “It’s okay, Jimmy. He’s a friend. Give us a minute, okay?” The big man disappeared around the lockers.
    A friend? Oh shit, yeah.
    Maybe a stop-action camera could have shown who moved first, but Jake couldn’t describe how he was one moment standing by the lockers and the next locked in Roan’s arms, his