Straight College Jocks

Two dudes. One tent. Zero privacy.I didn’t expect my fellow yeti hunter, Ace, to be a total jock. I thought he’d be another nerd like me, not a six-foot-five wall of muscle with piercing blue eyes.I should be focused on finding a yeti. To prove I didn’t waste years chasing a myth. But trapped in a tiny tent with Ace...

I’m straight. He’s straight. This is just revenge.When I find out I’m sharing my girlfriend with another guy, and not in a fun way, we skip the fight and team up. We want payback.The plan is simple: pretend we’re into each other and rub it in her cheating face. It’s all fake. We’re not really gay. We’re just two...

My best bud dares me to play football while wearing a plug.It’s the most ridiculous dare yet. And we have a long history of ridiculous dares. I’m a straight, 200-pound linebacker. I’ve never had anything up there. Ever.Now I have to make it through an entire practice with this thing shoved inside me. Problem is, it ...

“A hole’s a hole, man.”When my roommate says he messed around with a dude, I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Isn’t he the straightest guy on campus? Why would you let another man go down on you?But the more he talks, the more my own curiosity takes over. I can’t stop staring at the big print in his sweatpants. W...

The jock was supposed to wreck her. Not me.I’m a bartender who can’t keep it in my pants. My coworker Roxy’s just as bad. So we make a bet: who can last the longest without hooking up. My plan? Push the hottest football player her way.Tall, cocky, athletic. Exactly her type. Should be an easy win. Except he doesn’t...

I can’t get it up.Me. Six-four, two-twenty. The Golden Boy. Star quarterback. The guy every girl on campus wants to take home. And I can’t get hard for a single one of them.Coach knows something’s off. My stats are slipping. My timing is shot. That’s why he sends me to this discreet doctor. An older, broad-shoulder...

The walls in my new dorm are paper thin, and the guy next door is driving me insane.When I work up the nerve to knock, a six-foot-five jock answers the door in his boxers. Broad chest. Washboard abs. And a grin that makes me forget why I’m there.I’ve always thought I was straight. But now I can’t get him out of my h...