My best friend Steve–all muscle and classic jock charm – is finally my roommate. I figured living together would be easy. No surprises, no drama. We know everything about each other. I was wrong. On the very first night, everything changes. First, a glimpse of him that I can’t unsee. My God, he has the biggest package imaginable. Then, a quiet, loaded comment from him that flips a switch inside “Guys can do everything faster and better when it comes to having a really good time.” What the hell does he mean? And more importantly, why is the straightest guy I know suddenly looking at me with an intensity that feels like pure craving?