ZACK should have known something was up when he saw Larry engrossed in a conversation with Steve Marsh at the frat party. It wasn’t that Steve was a bad guy, really. Just that he had a reputation for being a little… well, sleazy. Zack wasn’t even sure what he’d done to get the rep, though he’d heard something about fucking a dog on a drunken dare in high school. That was probably bullshit. But it still made Zack a little uncomfortable to see his best friend and roommate spending the entire party talking to this guy.
Usually, Larry was hitting on every girl at the party. Striking out, generally. He was handsome enough, and built like an athlete, but as soon as he opened his mouth and girls realized how dorky and spastic he was, it was all over. He was lucky to get an occasional pity fuck. But he never gave up trying. Except for tonight.
It all became clear when they walked back to the dorm together a couple hours later. Larry was even more wound up than usual, which didn’t sit well with Zack’s level of inebriation and slightly sour stomach. But they’d been friends since middle school, so Zack was pretty used to Larry’s manic episodes. He just let him ramble without interruption, until Larry said something that made his ears perk up.
“Porn?”
“Yeah!” Larry replied, his bright blue eyes wide with excitement. “They got two thousand dollars for it! Isn’t that fucking nuts?”
“Wait a minute. Back up a bit. Who made a porn film?”
“Steve and Alan. Weren’t you listening?” Larry sounded hurt. He was used to other people tuning him out, but Zack usually listened.
Zack was too startled to pay much attention to that. “They’re both dudes.”
“No shit,” Larry replied, rolling his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re homophobic.”
“No.” At least, he didn’t think he was. “But aren’t they both straight?”
“That’s the point! There’s this whole fetish market for straight guys who are willing to go down on each other.” Larry waved his hands in excitement, as if this wasn’t a totally fucked up idea. “Steve says this porn director he knows likes to recruit from college campuses because he thinks college guys are totally fucking hot. And Steve’s willing to put me in touch with him.”
Zack stopped dead in his tracks. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck are you talking about? If Steve wants to blow his roommate for a few bucks—”
“A thousand dollars, man!”
“Whatever. That’s his business. But don’t tell me you’re seriously thinking of sucking some guy’s dick for money!”
Zack was pissed. He’d always felt protective of Larry, even though they were the same age and Larry was a little bigger than he was. The guy was just too naive; too trusting. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body. If that asshole, Steve, wanted to recruit Larry for this sleazeball pornographer friend of his, Zack would have a few things to say to him!
“I wasn’t going to suck some random guy’s dick,” Larry replied, oblivious to his friend’s foul temper. “That would probably be pretty gross. But I figured sucking on yours wouldn’t be too bad.”
