Voted OUT!

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“Welcome to another exciting episode of ‘Straight to the Top!’” he cheered into the microphone. “I’m your host, Spencer Brooks.”

We all clapped and cheered. They always film the Friday episode in the back garden, and we were all sitting on a wide set of stone steps. Spencer was in front of us, preening for the camera. When I signed up to be on TV, I never realized how much time I’d spend clapping in the background.

“If you’re just tuning in for the first time, let’s get you caught up,” Spencer said, probably flashing a huge grin at the camera.

I had a pretty good view of the back of his head.

“We started off with thirteen guys, all competing for the attention of our beautiful Queen, Molly Jones! Here’s the trick – only one of these guys is actually straight. Each week our audience learns more about the housemates. They’re on camera 24/7, living in this amazing California mansion. Every Friday – that’s today – we let YOU test your gaydar and vote for which housemate you think has given himself away – as gay.”

It was such a stupid premise, but the audience really ate it up. Apparently we had huge fanbases with both gay men and straight women. I loved that – these guys could split up the gay fanbase, but all those ladies would be jumping on my cock, especially after I won...

“If the straight guy makes it to the end, Molly and our lucky straight boy will each win five million dollars and this beautiful house. If the last remaining suitor is gay, every one of the gay men takes home a million bucks, and the straight ones walk away with nothing!” Spencer explained. “Welcome to week three – you already correctly guessed that Ricky and Milo were gay, and tonight we’ll see if you can do it again.”

We director signalled us and we all started clapping again. I tried to give a confident smile, making sure the audience knew just how straight I was. Not that it mattered – I’d won the bench press challenge earlier in the day, so I was safe from elimination this week.

“With Parker winning the immunity idol,” he said, gesturing at me, “It’s your pick which of the ten remaining contestants will be voted OUT tonight!”

The director pointed at me, I popped a bicep flex and hefted the wooden statue with my other hand. On millions of TVs and phones around the world, girls were drooling over my muscles.

Spencer rattled off all the standard information about voting. If you texted in the next five minutes with the name of one of the contestants, you’d add your vote to the final tally. You’d also add a 99¢ charge to your next phone bill.

Over the next five minutes, they showed a clip reel of our ‘gayest’ actions from the last week. Whether it was Joel and Nick in the hot tub together, Aiden checking himself out in the bathroom mirror, or Riley walking around in his boxers with half a hard-on, it was all pretty incriminating.

Of course, I’m the only one who’s totally sure who’s gay and who’s straight. All those fuckers are gay, and I’m the straight one.

This is gonna be such a slam dunk. Even if they did show a clip of me slapping Ianto on the ass. That was taken totally out of context.

Whatever, I was safe.

“And the results are in,” Spencer said, the director cutting back to our group. “With over three million votes – Aiden, we’re showing you OUT!”

I looked over. If I’d met him in the locker room, I would have assumed Aiden was straight. He was this short little gymnast – blond, pumped, and always laughing. Just another one of the bros. But America had decided, and Aiden just hadn’t faked it well enough.

Aiden gave a goofy look, shrugged his shoulders, and stuck out his tongue. “Oh my god... you totally got me!” he laughed, his voice about two octaves higher than the fake one he’d been using. “Sorry ladies, I’m gay AF!”

Aiden jumped up off the steps and turned to face our group. A roaming cameraman moved around to catch his speech, while the main camera panned down to get a good look at his ass. There had to be a lot of thirsty gay guys out there who were thrilled by that shot.

“I’m really gonna miss you guys,” Aiden said, gesturing flamboyantly. “Michael, you’re such a sweetie, and I love your cooking! Wes, I’m gonna miss watching you do those heavy squats every morning! And Parker... baby, I hope you’re one of us, cause I wanna squeeze those big muscle titties! I love you all!!”

Aiden gave us all a big wave, then strode over to the back gate. It slid open, revealing a glimpse of the outside world – a private path that led to a television studio on the property. He was off to get interviewed for the live show.

In the meantime though, the cameras stayed on us.

“Bye Aiden,” we all chorused, waving like we could still see him.

“Now, Molly, let’s tell the guys what’s special this week!” Spencer said, gesturing for Molly to come forward. She turned to address us.

“Alright guys,” she said. “That’s three gays down, nine to go. And one of you, my Mister Right, is still here too! I’m going to need some help figuring out who’s the straightest man here, so we’re changing up the sleeping arrangements, starting tonight!”

I raised an eyebrow. Maybe I was finally gonna get a chance to share a bed with Molly.

“We’re locking down eight of the bedrooms, which means there are only six left. One is mine, obviously,” she said. “And the ten of you will have to pair up. Two men to a room, and I’d better not see any hanky-panky,” she giggled.

“You heard that right!” Spencer said, for the benefit of the TV audience. “Two men in every room – let’s see if that gives anyone away!”

“Whoa...” I said. I didn’t expect to say it out loud, but once I’d started speaking, I had to follow through. The camera was on me. “I don’t wanna sleep with another dude,” I protested.

“You’re welcome to walk out that gate anytime,” Spencer said, pointing at the exit gate. “But remember, it’s a one way trip. If you go, you’re never coming back.”

“It’s just...” I trailed off. Fuck, I sounded like such a homophobe. But these guys *were* all gay. They wanted me to sleep with a gay guy.

“Relax Parker,” the host said. “You just have to share a bed. It’s not like there’s mandatory fucking!” he laughed. I sure hoped there was a seven second delay.

“Yeah, get over yourself ‘bro’,” Joel said, slapping me on my shoulder. Everyone had a laugh. Fuck, I hate being the butt of the joke.

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I got paired up with Riley. I don’t mind Riley. For a gay guy, he’s pretty masculine. The guy lifts heavy, and though he’s not cut from marble like me, he makes up for it in bulk. The bedrooms only have queen sized beds – I hoped we’d both fit without having to rub shoulders or whatever.

After the voting ceremony was done, everyone headed off to move their stuff. Wes and Connor were moving into my old room, while Riley and I got to take Aiden’s old one.

Riley got there like five seconds before me, and he’d already claimed the side of the bed closer to the door. He’d also started putting his stuff into the top two drawers of the dresser. I won’t lie, I would have done the exact same thing.

“You wanna swap?” he asked, watching me bend over to put my stuff in a drawer.

“Nah bro, you got it fair and square,” I said, pissed off that he’d offered. He was probably staring at my ass every time I bent over.

Whatever. They can make me share a bed with him. Hell, I’m the only straight guy in this house, Riley’s probably the only one not getting some action tonight. The clip show next week is just gonna be four sets of guys fucking every night, and Riley pouting cause he got paired with the one guy who isn’t interested.

“Just don’t try any homo shit,” Riley growled, doing a pretty good imitation of a straight guy.

“Hey, I’m the one who didn’t even wanna share,” I protested.

“Yeah, the lady doth protest too much,” Riley laughed.

“Fuck you,” I said.

“You wish,” Riley shot back.

Then the dinner bell sounded. It was taco night, so I took over the stove and fried up a mess of beef while the other guys chopped vegetables. Heavy handed? Sure, but the TV audience was gonna understand exactly which way my bread was buttered.

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Normally I sleep in my boxers, but I wore a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to bed that night. I figured Riley would do the same, but that fucker rolled out of the shower dressed in those short little boxers he likes and jumped into bed.

“Night bro,” he said, pulling the covers tightly over him. Of course that lifted them off my side, so I had to tug back until I had enough. I’d intended to sleep on the edge of the bed, as far away from Riley as possible, but there just wasn’t enough blanket for that. I settled for sleeping in the middle of my side, making sure I left a couple inches between us.

I’d slept close to guys before. Of course I had. I grew up playing football, and the coach always stacked four guys to a room when we had an overnight game. But football players are straight... Riley wasn’t.

I laid in bed, trying to sleep but unable to relax. God... was I gonna stare at the ceiling all night? Riley wasn’t having a problem – he’d fidgeted for a moment, but now the burly man was snoring away next to me like he didn’t have a care in the world. I should be grateful he wasn’t trying to make a move on me.

He could try all he wanted. It’d never work.

Between the sound of his snoring and the heat radiating off his body and the musky smell that drifted from his pits... fuck, it was hard to put him out of my mind. I even had to reach down and adjust my package a couple times – just a pavlovian reaction from having another body in bed.

I counted sheep. At least a thousand of ‘em. I didn’t fall asleep until after midnight, but once I managed it, I slept pretty well.

When I woke up though... at some point during the night, I must have rolled towards him and he’d snagged me. My back was pressed up against his torso, and his thick arms held me in place. I’m not gonna lie – dude might be a hell of a cuddler, but that’s not for me. I eased my way out, hoping the producers wouldn’t decide to air a clip of me in his arms.

Fuck, that clip was gonna hurt me. It’s not like I’m accountable for how I roll when I’m asleep. And he’s the one who was holding me.

I adjusted my cock and made for the bathroom. I always get morning wood, and this morning was worse than usual. It was a couple minutes before I could piss.

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The week flew by. We’d cook, clean, do whatever stupid challenges the producers threw at us. I spent a lot of time in the outdoor gym, pushing heavy weights and trying to make sure Molly saw my chiselled body. Riley started lifting more too – now that we’re roommates, we’re sort of developing a buddy buddy relationship.

But every goddamn morning, I wake up, wrapped tight in his arms. Sometimes I think he pretends to sleep longer, just so he can hold me. A couple times I woke up and I could feel his cock against my ass. He better not think that’s going anywhere...

I told myself it was just two big guys sharing a small bed. There was no real way around it, not if we wanted to be comfortable.

The only thing that worried me was... it was Friday. I knew I had to win the immunity challenge, the producers had way too much film of me in Riley’s arms, and unless the other guys were fucking or whatever, the audience was definitely gonna get confused and think I’m gay.

We all met up in the front room after lunch. Spencer was there to lay out the rules.

“Okay guys,” he said, flashing the camera that handsome grin of his. “This week’s immunity challenge is a test of how sexy you can be for Molly! We call it... Strip to Safety.”

Molly clapped her hands excitedly. They always gave her a little heads up about what was going to happen, and this one clearly thrilled her.

“We’ll meet up here in one hour. Each of you will prepare a strip routine, dancing to a song of your choice. Molly will judge who has the sexiest dance, and the winner will receive immunity during this weeks vote.”

Straightforward enough. I hoped I was up for it. I know how to dance with a girl in a club or whatever, but aren’t gay guys all supposed to be amazing dancers? I was probably gonna place dead last.

But I spent the next hour in my room, trying out some moves and rummaging through my clothes for something that’d work. I let Riley grab his shit, but then I kicked him out and kept the space for myself. He didn’t seem worried, and that bugged me.

Downstairs, Molly drew our names out of a goldfish bowl. Wes was up first, performing a dance that focussed mostly on shaking his thick ass at Molly. He was coordinated, but clearly uncomfortable. I was sure I could beat him.

Joel, Tyrone, and Connor all gave similar performances. It’s weird which muscles each guy chose to focus on. Connor spent a lot of time flexing his pecs at Molly, even though they’re not that impressive.

I watched with interest while Riley did his routine. It was surprisingly polished, and despite his bulk he managed to look graceful. He wore an open dress shirt over a tight tank top, then a pair of track pants underneath.

Somewhere near the first chorus of the song, he lost the shirt, in the second verse he bared his pecs, and the second time the chorus came around he tore away the track pants and gave Molly a lap dance in only his boxers. I felt a weird twinge of jealousy in my stomach – that was gonna be hard to beat. I’m not gay, but I can tell when a guy looks hot. Riley looked like he could audition for Magic Mike.

Then it was my turn. I got nervous, grinding my hips to the TikTok version of ‘Shower’. I got my shirt caught on my biceps when I tried to slide it off, and I kept getting distracted, glancing over at Riley to see how he’d react. It was pretty clear he was my competition, and I wanted him scared. Eventually I ended up in a pair of exercise shorts, hands over my head, moving my hips while Molly slapped my ass.

I think I did okay, but man... there was no way I’d beat Riley.

And I was right. Molly made her ruling, and Spencer made me hand over the wooden statue. He was protected... if they showed that footage of us sleeping together... fuck, I was screwed.

Screwed. And sweaty. My dance had left me dripping. As soon as they stopped filming the competition, I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers, hoping I’d have them to myself.

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“Hey bro,” Riley said, hanging his towel on a hook and finding a shower head across the room from mine. The showers in this place are done up like a locker room. No privacy.

“Uh, hey man,” I said. “Good job back there.”

“Thanks,” he grinned. “I guess it was finally my turn to win one. I gotta admit... my last girlfriend made me learn how to do that. She said it spiced up the bedroom.”

I glanced over at Riley. He was soaping himself up, running his hands over his beefy body. He had a light coating of hair all over. I don’t know why it caught my eye – I’ve seen him in his boxers every night this week.

“Uh, you don’t have to pretend like you had a girlfriend... bro,” I said. “I’m the straight guy. I know the rest of you are... uh...”

“Sure dude, you’re the straight one,” Riley laughed. “Some straight guy, getting hard in the showers.”

I looked down. Sure enough, I was at half-mast. It must have been doing that strip tease... yeah, Molly was hot, this must be because I was dancing for her.

“Whatever,” I said. I noticed Riley was getting hard too, probably cause he was looking at my cock. “You just keep to yourself.”

I heard his shower turn off. I glanced over, expecting to see him going for his towel, but he was coming over to me, joining me under the hot water.

“Riley... bro, you’re gonna get us voted out,” I hissed, trying to stay quiet. I didn't want a microphone to pick us up.

“Nah, I’m immune,” he said, flashing me a grin. “Besides, there’s no cameras in the showers. Relax. I know you want my dick... c’mon bro, I haven’t gotten off in weeks. I know you’re gay... just take it one time...”

“I’m stra–“ I started to say, but Riley cut me off, kissing me hard on the lips.

“Sure you are,” he said. “You’ve been cuddling up to me every night this week bro. Whatever, I’m no homophobe, but don’t pretend like it’s not true.”

Fuck... my cock was so hard. I didn’t know what game he was playing but...

I kissed him back. Hard. There was tongue.

Once I broke that wall, I couldn’t keep my paws off him. My hands roamed over his broad back and grabbed at his thick ass like they were running on autopilot. I swear, I’d never done anything like it before, but I just... I hadn’t been laid in weeks either. And I hadn’t been able to jerk off all week, not with Riley sharing a bed.

Sometimes guys just get horny, you know?

Riley spun me around suddenly, taking a dollop of soap out of the dispenser and rubbing it into my asshole. Wait... of course that’s what he wanted, but... oh fuck, he was pushing his cock up against my hole.

I bit down on my lip and gave a muffled moan as he pushed inside of me. Without thinking, I pushed my hips back, impaling myself on his rod. I could feel him inside me... was this what it felt like for girls? Did this mean I wa–

Whoa!

There’s a... place back there, and he found it. Holy shit. I braced myself against the wall of the shower and pushed back again, letting his cock hit my spot over and over. God... I heard rumours and shit but... why didn’t I ever let my girl do that strap on thing she wanted? It’s not gay... I’m straight... I could do this with my girl... fuck this felt good...

And then I heard his breath get ragged and his cock throbbed inside of me. Fuck me... he was cumming inside of me... goddamn this was gay as fuck...

How had I let him talk me into this? I’m the one straight guy in a house of gays, and I’d let one of them talk me into... how the hell was I the bottom?

He hit that spot again, and my cock started jumping too. Riley reached a hand around me, pumping my cock empty while his balls emptied into my ass.

Then we were both there, gasping under the water.

“What the hell...” Riley said breathlessly. “Dude... you can’t tell anyone we just did that, okay? I’m straight, I promise I’m straight. I just... what just came over me?”

“I’m the straight one,” I insisted. “You can’t tell anyone you just...”

“Okay, whatever Parker,” Riley said. “Neither of us will tell anyone.”

“Yeah.”

Riley grabbed his towel and left the room. I followed a few minutes later, after I cleaned his cum out of my hole. Fuck me... I tried to find that spot again, but I couldn’t reach it myself.

I couldn’t believe we did that.

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I got dressed and headed right for the front room. Molly usually liked to hang out before the voting ceremony, and I needed to flirt with a lady right then. I’m straight. That’s what straight guys do. I needed to be straight.

Whatever just happened, it was a total one-off. I hadn’t gotten off in a while, and when guys are horny... we make bad decisions. Everybody knows that.

“Hey hon,” I said, giving Molly my biggest ladykiller grin. I’d slipped on a pair of five inch shorts and a workout shirt, eager for her to see my gains.

“Hey Parker,” she said happily. “You doing okay? You were in the shower for like... a long time.”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Just bummed about losing the challenge, y’know? I was hoping you’d like my striptease.”

“Sure,” she said, rolling her eyes a little. “You know, you and Riley were in there for a long time... together?”

“Just bro talk,” I assured her nervously. “Guys gotta gossip too, y’know?”

“Uh huh, sure,” she smiled. “It’s just about time for voting. We should go. And Parker... you’re a really sweet guy, you know I like you, right?”

“Yeah?” I grinned. “How much?”

“After this is done, we should stay in touch,” she said, flipping her hair. “Go shopping or something.”

Fuck me. She wanted a BFF.

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“Welcome to another exciting episode of ‘Straight to the Top!’” Spencer cheered into the microphone. “I’m your host, Spencer Brooks.”

I didn’t feel much like clapping, but I put on a show of it. I was nervous... last week I was immune. This week, I just felt vulnerable.

“If you’re just tuning in for the first time, let’s get you caught up,” Spencer said. “We had thirteen guys at the start, all looking to attract of our beautiful Queen, Molly Jones! Here’s the trick – only one of these men is actually straight. Every Friday – that’s today – we let YOU test your gaydar and vote for which housemate you think is gay.”

“If the straight guy makes it to the end, Molly and our lucky straight boy will each win five million dollars and this beautiful house. If the last remaining suitor is gay, every one of the gay men takes home a million bucks, and the straight ones walk away with nothing!” Spencer said in his announcer voice. “It’s week four – last week you guessed right with Aiden, let’s see if you can do it again.”

We all clapped along.

“Riley has the immunity idol,” he said, gesturing at my beefy roommate. I couldn’t stop thinking about his fat cock. How good it felt, squeezed tightly inside of me. “It’s your pick which of the ten remaining contestants will be voted OUT tonight!”

Then the clip reel from last week was up. This one focussed a lot on our shared bedrooms. Fuck. Wes and Connor were arguing over who hogged the blanket. Joel and Nick woke up with their mouths only inches apart. And of course... there was a shot of me, sleeping peacefully in Riley’s arms.

My friends were gonna razz me about this forever. I’m a ladies man. So why was I still staring at Riley’s crotch?

“And the results are in,” Spencer said, the director cutting back to our group. “With six million votes – Parker, we’re showing you OUT!”

I was shocked. This was supposed to be easy. Twelve gay dudes, and me repping for straight guys everywhere. I couldn’t believe...

... I couldn’t believe I’ve been lying to myself all this time. I felt so safe in Riley’s arms. I loved the feel of his cock inside my hole. When he pounded me, it was pure heaven. All I wanted to do was lock lips with him and beg him to fuck me again.

It felt like being born again. Of course I was queer. I was gay. I was a slutty bottom who needed my ass filled like... now!

I gave a big grin and flashed my eyebrows at the camera.

“You got me!” I cried out, my voice sounding more nasal than I’d ever sounded. “I can’t believe I got this far! I’m like... soooo gay.”

The director gestured to me, and I stood up to face the group. Man, I hoped they were getting a good shot of my ass. The TV audience deserved it! I was a total stud, and I loved that the gay population of America was thirsting over me.

“It was so good to be here,” I said, holding one hand over my heart. “You’re all the best! I don’t know which one of you is the real straight guy, but I hope we all stay friends!”

I gave them a big wave, then moved towards the back gate. It slid open, and a production assistant escorted me away from the mansion and into a hair and makeup room. Thank god... I wanna look fierce for my interview.

“Bye Parker,” I heard them all shout in the distance.

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In the makeup room I was handed a stack of my real clothes. I mean, I don’t know where they came from, but they felt so right. I stripped off my shorts, replacing them with an outfit that was so much more ME!

I pulled on some underwear, then a pair of dark wash jeans that clung to my ass. They rode low on me, giving everyone a great view of the neon pink jockstrap. I fastened a white belt around my waist, then draped a loose pink tank top over my torso. I liked the way it’s neckline dipped low enough to show off my cleavage. Then a pair of glittery socks and white shoes, and I was ready for makeup.

The stylist came in and did me up right. We only had a few minutes – I could see the remaining housemates getting instructions about the new rules for the next week. It sounded like the guys were giving up shirts next. I stuck my lip out and pouted... I guess I’d have to watch at home, just like everyone else.

“Baby, stop that,” the stylist guy said. “You’re gonna fuck up your lip gloss.”

“Sorry,” I giggled. He was doing a great job, giving me a light layer of makeup that’d play great on camera, but not so much it looked like I tried... perfect.

“All good?” he said, spinning me around and giving me a look in the mirror.

“I look fuckin’ FIERCE!” I screamed.

“Yeah, you guys always clean up so well,” he laughed. “Now, go with Emily, she’s got to get you to the set.”

I followed the production assistant down a corridor. We paused by the door for a couple minutes. I could see Spencer on stage, warming the crowd up to meet me. The whole place was full of hot dudes...

“So let’s all welcome... Parker!” he said, a wave of applause carrying me on-stage.

There were two red leather chairs on stage. Spencer took one and gestured for me to take the other.

“So, Parker, now that America has voted, why don’t you tell us a little about the real you?”

“Oh wow,” I said, staring out at all the people watching from the stands. Even though the lights were impossibly bright, I could still see the outlines of hundreds of adoring men. “So my name’s Parker, and I’m like... sooooo gay,” I laughed.

The audience applauded loudly. I heard more than a few wolf whistles. Damn... I think I’m gonna enjoy my new celebrity status.

“Let’s talk about living in the house,” Spencer said. “What was it like to ‘play it straight’ for all those weeks?”

“Soooo hard,” I said, giving the camera a wink at my double entendre. “The whole place is full of hotties, and you know that only like... one of them is straight. It was so hard not to just walk around naked and see who fucked me,” I laughed.

“We saw you get nearly naked today,” Spencer said. On a huge screen behind us, they replayed a clip of me dancing for Molly. Well... really I was dancing for Riley, but nobody else needs to know....

“Yeah!” I said excitedly. “That challenge was soooo much fun. I wanted immunity, but I didn’t want to give away what a good dancer I am, so I tried to play it like a straight guy would. I guess Riley’s a really good dancer though!”

I jumped up from the chair and moved my hips smoothly, showing everyone that I really *did* know how to dance, I was just faking it before. The crowd clapped and cheered approvingly.

“Now, you’ve got a huge fanbase online,” Spencer said. The screen flashed to a montage of stan accounts, comments, and supercut videos of my around the house. “The fans all call you ‘Packer’. I think some of them are hoping you’re a top.”

“Sorry boys,” I said with a giggle. “I’m all about riding that cock!”

There were a few disappointed groans from the crowd, but mostly it was solid applause. I know, I know... the world needs more tops. I was sure I’d get more than my fair share of them.

“But I can’t wait to meet the fans,” I said, giving the camera another flirty wink.

“You won’t have to wait long,” Spencer said. “We have a little surprise for you. There’s a party at Club Spectrum, just down the road, and you’re the guest of honour. We’ll wrap up here in a minute, and then the night is all yours – our treat!”

“Oh my god, that’s sooooo sweet,” I crowed.

“You’re welcome. Now, Parker... is there anything you want to say to America?” he asked.

“Just one more thing,” I said, standing up and giving a bright smile to the camera. “No matter who you are, no matter who you love... you are special and beautiful and you deserve the very best. I may have lost the game, but we’re all winning at life! I love you America!”

I blew a kiss at the camera, grinning as the crowd gave me a standing ovation.

Emily, the production assistant, she ushered me offstage and into a waiting limousine. It only took a couple of minutes until we pulled up in front of Club Spectrum.

The party was already in full swing, and I made a grand entrance. I was swarmed the moment I got through the door. Autograph seekers, super fans, and of course there were lots of tops who wanted to fuck me. I saw Ricky, Milo, and Aiden out on the dance floor, but we didn’t really get to talk. Whatever – there would be soooooo many parties together.

I felt a tinge of regret. I wanted to be riding Riley’s cock tonight but... well, that wouldn’t stop me from enjoying my adoring fans and their eager hard-ons. I even invited a bunch of them over to my apartment after.

The ones I didn’t fuck tonight... well, I’d be back next week. We could all watch the show together.

I wanted to vote. I wanted to vote Riley OUT!