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Frat Boy and Toppy (Theta Alpha Gamma) by Anne Tenino - Romance>LGBTQ>GayBrad is great at meeting other people’s expectations. But his own? Not so much. Take the gay thing. Okay, so yeah. It took a morning meeting with a frat brother’s hairy, naked ass for him to admit it, but he knows the truth about himself now. Let the gay life commence.
Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. He hasn’t quite determined how to come out to anyone, even Sebastian, the geeky-hot TA in his history class. Sebastian is everything Brad is not. Intellectual, suave, hairy. Out. And he doesn’t seem interested in Brad, even when Brad makes a fool of himself trying to catch his notice.
Score one for foolery: Sebastian does more than notice Brad; he takes him to bed. Brad’s been with plenty of girls, but with Sebastian, the sex is something else entirely—hot, mind-blowing, affirming, and a little domineering in a way that drives him wild. But when great sex turns into something more—dare he admit the “L” word?—Brad must face the crushing realization that Sebastian doesn’t feel the same. Unless, of course, he does. After all, even grad students can be idiots about matters of the heart.
Reader Rating: 4.5 (88 Ratings)
From Joyfully Jay4.75 STARS: [A] great mix of lovable guys, great humor, and super hot sex. Definitely highly recommended.
From Queer Magazine OnlineA great mix between humor and a healthy dose of realism, the story . . . had me laughing and thoughtful in turns.
From Dear Author[T]he sex is smoking hot, the relationship is interesting, and the humor is just nonstop. I loved this book.
From The Jeep Diva[I]ncredibly enjoyable . . . I am looking forward to continuing reading Anne [Tenino's] Theta Alpha Gamma series.
From RT Book Reviews[D]elightfully steamy m/m romance . . . An engaging storyline and witty dialogue will have readers laughing and wanting more . . .
One of Brad’s frat brothers bent over naked in the locker room showers early one Thursday morning, and he thought, “I’d tap that.”
He stood there frozen, skin stinging from the pelletized water, soap suds streaming down his chest while his world made a . . . What did they call that? Paradigm shift.
Dammit, dammit, dammit. He’d been trying to avoid this. Admitting it to himself. Consciously. His subconscious had been admitting it for a while in his sleep. Emitting it.
Brad flicked another quick look at Collin. Yeah, he still had a delectable ass. Dammit.
Brad had spent years trying to avoid the “G” word, but denial was suddenly circling the drain. He stared at the water pouring down at his feet, and thought about hanging on to the security that came with telling himself he wasn’t into guys. But it was pointless, right? It wasn’t going to go away. Trying not to know it now was like trying to make the soap suds go back in the bar.
He’d tried girls, lots of them, alcohol (even more of that), and running himself ragged. Waited to grow out of it. Looked like maybe he’d grown into it instead. He’d been doing all right his first couple of years at college, but this last year things had gotten difficult.
He’d started having dreams again a few weeks ago, like he’d had when he’d started high school. About naked guys and hard dicks and touching skin. Waking up with sticky sheets. Lately nothing helped with the dreams, not even tequila, but he could sort of ignore them. If he worked at it. Blame it on a fucked-up childhood or something. Pheromone poisoning from spending too much time in the locker room.
Lusting after a guy’s wet, hairy, naked ass while awake? Not as easy to avoid noticing.
This isn’t the first wet, hairy, naked male ass you’ve checked out in the shower.
Shit. It wasn’t.
Brad heaved a sigh. Water ran from his temples to his chin like a curtain of tears. Except not. He didn’t really feel like crying about it. He sort of just felt like . . . dealing with it.
Somehow, a while after Collin and the other guys had finished up and wandered out of the showers and back to their lockers to dress, Brad finally made himself move again. He rinsed off—he wasn’t sure what he’d washed and what he hadn’t, but who the hell cared? He made it to his locker, but once there, he sort of stalled out, standing there in his boxers and a clean T-shirt, staring blankly at the pair of jeans in his hands.
“Brad, you all right?”
Brad startled when Collin asked that from behind him. “Yeah,” he answered automatically. “Fine. Just . . . thinking about a paper.”
That was a lame excuse. He never thought about homework unless he had to and everyone knew it. He started pulling on his jeans like everything was normal, and after a few silent seconds, Collin went on his way.
Brad didn’t actually know what he’d been thinking about. His brain had mutinied, and he couldn’t make sense of all the things swirling around in there. On autopilot, he got dressed and went to his history class.
He hated history. He never would have taken it, but he needed one more humanities class to graduate next year, and his roommate Kyle was taking Classical Greece and had promised to help Brad through it.
In spite of the fact that Professor Whitehall was just as annoying as every other humanities professor out there—fake semi-British accent, amusing little stories about summer trips to Europe, peppering his lectures with foreign phrases—Brad found himself in every class. Even when Kyle didn’t go. Wanted to just . . . be there.
It wasn’t until Brad was sitting in history that morning, on the south side of the room in the first third of the auditorium just like always, that he even realized he could deny his revelation. Just pretend it had never happened. He wasn’t attracted to guys. Couldn’t be. He was a jock.
Although there were pro players out there who were gay. They all came out after they retired, but they came out. He was nowhere near pro caliber. No auto-out for him by being a jock.
Maybe he wasn’t completely gay. Was that possible? Could he be bi?
Brad looked at the table in front of him from between his forearms, tunneling his fingers through his buzz-cut one more time. He rested his forehead on the heels of his hands and closed his eyes.
He needed to think. Just think. Slow down the brain tornado and focus.
He was still trying to get his head to settle down when Ashley Waylon sat down next to him. He could tell it was her even though she didn’t say anything. Her perfume, for one thing. It would choke a horse, she laid it on so thick. Brad had dated her for a few boring-as-hell weeks, so he was pretty familiar with it.
I used her for cover. It made his stomach churn. If someone did that to one of his sisters, he’d kick the guy’s ass.
Not that he’d done Ashley—he’d managed not to have sex with any girl in quite a while. He’d been telling himself for years he didn’t like girls that were “easy.” Maybe that should have been a clue, numbnuts. He closed his eyes in disgust, rubbing his head. He’d asked out Ashley when she’d refused to sleep with his frat brother Julian because (according to Julian) she was a “good, Christian girl who was saving herself for marriage.”
Virgin girls were rarer than unicorns at Calapooya College and twice as hard to catch. Finding a girl who didn’t expect him to try to sleep with her was gold. Brad had heard Julian bitching about Ashley and known she was the girl for him. At least, she would be until she got sick of his unenthusiastic attitude toward her and dumped him. Which was what usually happened.
That hadn’t worked as planned with Ashley, though. When Brad had discovered she indeed did want to have sex, very much so, he was forced to do the dumping.
Brad stilled when it hit him. That’s when this all started up again. Right after the beginning of winter term, when he’d broken up with Ashley. He’d felt restless and trapped and bored and he wanted out of what could barely be called a relationship because, whenever he saw Ashley, he felt like he was wearing wool long-johns: itchy all over.
After they’d broken up, he’d started having the dreams again.
Brad remembered Ashley’s actual presence when her pink-lacquered nails wrapped around his forearm. “Brad?” Her voice was the practiced honey of a boyfriend-hunter. “Sweetie? Are you all right?”
“No. I’m gay.” There, he’d said it. His heart tried to gallop right out of his chest. He heard sudden rustling in front of him. Like someone was turning around to stare. Brad’s stomach swooped down low and balled itself up tight. Whoops, guess that guy knew now, too.
Ashley laughed. “Oh, Brad!” She hit him softly in the shoulder. “You’re so funny! I swear; always kidding.”
No. Not really, actually. He wasn’t known for his sense of humor. He dropped one arm and turned to look at her, temple on his palm now. “You think I’m kidding?” He could hear the slight snarl in his voice.
Ashley began to look unsure, losing her smile and sucking her lower lip into her mouth. “Of course,” she answered. She nodded for emphasis.
Brad opened his mouth, but came to his senses just in time. “Well, yeah, course I am.” He rustled up a fake smile for her. Then he straightened up and eyed the guy in front of him, who was eyeing him right back. Brad stared. The guy turned around.
Being a big, imposing football player had its uses.
“Brad, I was thinking maybe we could get together for coffee sometime.” Ashley was twirling her finger in her hair. Didn’t girls know that was a dead giveaway? “Hang out, you know. Just friends.” She was leaning toward him, keeping her voice down. Brad glanced at the guy in front of him again. He was leaning as far back in his chair as possible. If his ears were on stalks they’d be waving in Brad’s face.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.” He kept his voice gentle. “It’s only been a couple of weeks since, you know, I told you I needed some alone time.” Brad looked away, overcome by being a lying sack of shit. He turned back, putting on his “brave” face, and shrugged. “You’re a great girl. If I were ready for a real relationship . . . but I’m not.” He gave her his broken-hearted smile.
That “real relationship” line was so useful. He didn’t know what the fuck it meant, but his older sister Ellie told him to use it, and it worked. She’d said if he was going to go through girls like toilet paper, he should at least try and mitigate the damage. “You bastard,” she’d added.
Ashley was all overdone sympathy. She shook her head sadly, looking soulfully into Brad’s eyes. “Oh, Brad,” she said in that sugary way. “I understand. You just let me know when you’re ready for the next step.”
Brad groaned internally. He was in a fucking soap opera. “I can’t even think about it. I’m not ready. Gives me anxiety attacks.” He rubbed his chest, as if he had a tightness there and could massage it away.
She finally subsided. Looking troubled and a little bit pouty, but trying to hide it. “Well, you know if you ever want to try it again. Or, you know, if I can do anything for you . . .”
“Man, Ashley, thanks. I really need someone to take notes today. I kind of have a headache. That’s what I was doing when you sat down.”
If there was a hell, he was headed there.
“Sure!” She was like an annoying little bird. Feed the damn things once and they just keep coming back.
If someone thought that about one of my sisters, I’d kick his ass.
Brad was in a daze. He didn’t know what was going on but he could hear Whitehall droning on, and pens scratching on paper. Someone typing on a keyboard behind him. He let it all wash over him. White noise. Eventually he managed some kind of zoned-out calm. More forgetfulness than Zen. His head on the desk, chin resting on his fists.
An hour into Professor Whitehall’s lecture on Pallas Athena (whoever the fuck that was), Professor Whitehall’s aide, Sebastian, walked in with a stack of papers—their last batch of essays, maybe—and set them down on the desk at the side of the room. Brad’s brain woke up a little to watch; he always had a good view of Sebastian from this seat. Whitehall lectured from the podium on the stage, and Sebastian’s desk was down low and off to the side. People probably didn’t even notice Sebastian.
He noticed Sebastian. There was something about him Brad couldn’t seem to stop noticing. Maybe it was the way he was always so perfect-looking. Not in a stuffy way. Just . . . put together. His T-shirts never had stains, and they always fit him, and if he had holes in his jeans you knew they were there on purpose. His hair was always perfect. Not like he put a bunch of crap in it, but just there, and dark and kinda short, choppy, freshly brushed. It never stuck up in the back like he’d been drinking ’til all hours with the guys and rolled out of bed thirty seconds before he had to leave for class.
Sebastian had cool shoes, too. Like Vans or Chuck Taylor’s or other sorta retro stuff. Today he was wearing his pink high-tops. His jeans were classic, almost too baggy, but his really tight T-shirt made up for it. Jesus, he had to work for abs like that, didn’t he? That couldn’t be natural.
Brad shrugged to himself, almost dislodging his chin from his fist. Maybe Sebastian’s abs were natural. Brad was used to guys who went to fat if they didn’t work out—that’s how most of his frat buddies were—but Sebastian probably wasn’t that kind of guy. He wasn’t slim exactly, just not bulky. He was trim. Lame word, but whatever. Fit. Tight. Well made.
That’s how come Sebastian had abs like that. Damn, they just looked so solid under that shirt. Maybe sometime Brad could get a better look at them. He let his eyes drift closed, falling into some kind of vision where Sebastian’s naked torso was under his hands. He could trace those muscles, see just how cut the guy was. Did he have chest hair? In Brad’s head, he did. Lots of it, all black and swirling in toward his sternum. Brad pushed his fingers through the hair, tracing the lower edge of a pec. A pinkish brown nipple peeked out at him. He let his hand fall slowly to Sebastian’s abdominal muscles. Six-pack. Oh, eight-pack. And those muscles that cut in right over his hips that gave guys that beautiful V shape. He ran a hand down one of those, and whoa. Sebastian was naked.
Brad’s eyes popped open.
He was gay. And hard as a railroad spike.
He’d kind of thought that might be the case.
It settled into him, coating him and soaking into his skin. Like metal filings on a magnet. Oil on plastic. Marinara on a white T-shirt. Homosexuality seemed to have taken a liking to him, and it wasn’t likely to wash out.
* * *
Sebastian made no effort to learn the names and faces of the students in the lower-level history class he was the TA for. He knew the history majors from repeated contact, but the other people weren’t going to feature in his life past these three months, so he didn’t bother.
Which was why it surprised him when his brain automatically supplied the name of the hot jock who always sat next to Kyle (Medieval History, class of 2013). When Kyle bothered to show up.
Fucking undergrad history majors.
Sebastian’s brain was kind of insistent on returning to Hot Guy, so he put Kyle out of his mind. Brad (a.k.a. Hot Guy) had turned in a paper this week. Smart. He’d be one of the people who wasn’t scrambling at the end of term to write and hand in all the required papers during finals week. Probably Kyle’s influence. In Sebastian’s experience, frat boys and jocks weren’t generally the kind to do the homework today that they could put off for nine weeks.
He watched Brad walk up to the desk and turn in this week’s essay, shuffling along in the line of other students. Watched Brad fairly openly, but Brad never looked at him. As if he was trying really hard not to.
Whatever, it was fine. Because Brad was nice to look at, and Sebastian didn’t need to deal with some pissed-off frat boy jock feeling like he’d been violated because the gay guy appreciated his muscles. And his cheekbones. Brad had high, prominent ones.
That was the nice thing about man-watching. Each one had something unique Sebastian could appreciate. Sometimes he had to look a little harder than other times, but . . . yeah. Brad had unique cheekbones.
And beautiful musculature, coming or going, he thought as Brad walked away.
On his way back to his office, Sebastian dug out Brad’s essay. Brad Feller. Just Brad? Not Bradley? Sebastian might have to look on the class attendance roster. Somehow, Hot Guy looked like a Bradley to him.
The next Tuesday, Brad dragged Kyle’s ass to class. If Brad had to take notes, he couldn’t imagine what would happen. There’d be no fucking notes was what would happen. Figuring out you were gay made it difficult to concentrate on Classical Greece. In spite of all the queers floating around back then.
Figuring out you were gay made it difficult to concentrate on much of anything. Although he’d sort of managed a decent attitude about it the last couple days. Achieved some equilibrium.
Dragging Kyle to class was easy, actually. Kyle was worried about him. The whole fucking frat was worried about him. Everyone was worried because Brad hadn’t hooked up in over a month. Hadn’t even tried to fake it. Even El Presidente Eduardo, who saw Brad as his main competition when it came to “the ladies,” was worried. In his own special way.
Ashley didn’t seem worried about him, though. She was sitting totally on the other side of the auditorium. Thank God. Brad shook his head at himself for the hundredth time since last week. He still didn’t understand what he’d been thinking when he went out with her. Or all the girls before her.
For some stupid reason, he’d thought he needed an image as a player when he started college, and he’d begun cultivating it as soon as he’d arrived by hooking up with lots of girls. Or at least seeming to. Most of the time he was fronting for his image, but he’d had years to perfect his act. No one ever seemed to suspect anything.
Brad was no competition for ol’ Eddie, that was for sure. Unless Eduardo was chasing the same brand of tail, and Brad was pretty damn sure he wasn’t. ’Course, most guys would say the same about him, he figured.
He snorted softly to himself and caught Kyle’s swift look out of the corner of his eye. Brad’s whole image was lame. He had to be nearly falling-down drunk to touch a girl now. Why women chased him was a mystery. He was a complete asshole to them. Shit, he wasn’t even that good-looking. He had a mirror; he could see it was true.
He was suddenly seeing a lot of things that were true about himself.
Among all the other revelations last week, Brad figured out he was attracted to dark-haired guys with tight, compact bodies. Like Sebastian’s. He wanted guys on the short side, with hairy chests and thighs and even hair on their ass. Maybe because he had so little body hair.
His palms tingled just thinking about body hair.
He needed some shoulder, a nice meaty ass, but yeah, compact. It got his motor running. He’d faked being sick all weekend so he could skip the frat’s morning workouts and do some internet “research” on the subject. He’d spent a lot of time looking at clips of guys who looked kind of like Sebastian. The best ones were when the guys who looked like Sebastian paired up with guys who looked kind of like himself. Most of the dreams he’d been having since he broke up with Ashley had featured a guy who looked a lot like Sebastian.
That was when he first started thinking maybe being gay wouldn’t be so bad. His reaction to straight porn was pretty much a yawn, but show him two (or more) guys getting it on? He’d never jerked off so many times in a row in his life. Not even when he was fifteen.
He’d been kind of surprised to find out he wanted a guy who wore glasses.
Sebastian had glasses, but he only wore them when he was reading something.
Sebastian looked really smart in those glasses.
Brad wanted to see Sebastian wearing those glasses and looking down on him. Unzipping his jeans and reaching in, letting him—
Kyle jostled Brad’s arm. Brad looked at him. Kyle was looking back with concern. “Wha’?”
“You all right, dude?” Kyle whispered. “You made a weird noise.”
“What kinda noise?” Brad whispered back.
“You sounded kinda sick. I dunno. Like a dying mouse.”
Brad narrowed his eyes and stared until Kyle sighed and went back to his note-taking. Prof Whitehall was still yammering away up there.
Right on time, Sebastian walked in to pick up the weekly essays. Brad’s whole body tightened up, but he fought to hold his nonchalant, head-on-desk pose. He tracked Sebastian with his eyes, though. Like a bird dog or something.
Fuck. Okay, he needed to take some action here. Needed to get Sebastian’s attention. He had plenty of experience with girls; how different could it be? He knew Sebastian was gay, everyone did. The thought of being with Sebastian . . .
Shit. He’d made that noise again.
Brad was such a dumbass sometimes. He almost hit himself in the forehead. But if he’d done that, he would’ve missed what Ty and Sloan were saying. He forced away the “gay jocks!” moment and concentrated.
“What, that little Sebastian dude?” Sloan was asking.
“Ain’t nothing little about him,” Ty said in a smug voice. Brad scowled into his locker, where he was pretending to look for something.
“That boy gets around. You’re like the fourth guy this month who told me they got with him.”
Brad stilled. Four guys? In a month? That was like . . . like him with girls. At least according to the carefully nurtured rumors.
Okay, so the good news was that Sebastian was easy. Well fuck, he was a guy. Wasn’t “easy” in the definition?
Brad missed the next couple of things Ty and Sloan said as they slammed their lockers shut and moved toward the showers. Then he heard Sloan’s voice again, drifting away. “I can’t believe you bottomed for that little dude.”
“Telling you, ain’t nothing little.”
Brad’s gut tightened so suddenly he lost his breath. He flushed hot and cold and broke into a sweat. Sebastian was a top? Brad’s ass clenched up tight. Not in a this-is-the-US-Mint-and-you-aren’t-getting-in kinda way, either. His blood started pounding in various extremities, and he had to lean his forehead against the cool metal inside his locker door.
“Hey,” Kyle said, coming up behind him. Brad jumped, just a little. Hopefully Kyle didn’t notice. “What the hell’s taking you so long, man? We’re all in the weight room but you.”
Brad turned to look at Kyle, and the compulsion to tell him just exactly what was taking him so long was so overwhelming he opened his mouth. But even though he was pretty sure Kyle wouldn’t freak out (much), and Brad knew he’d have to tell him—knew he was going to tell the whole frat eventually—what came out was, “Do you know Ty Broca and Sloan Tines?”
Kyle looked at him weird for a second, trying to judge what was up. He’d been looking at Brad that way a lot since that Thursday afternoon a couple weeks ago. “No.” He shrugged. When Brad just looked at him, he went on. “They’re in track.” He leaned forward and added in a whisper, “And they’re fags.” Because Ty and Sloan might be fags, but they were tall, built fags with big muscles and a supportive frat behind them.
Would Brad’s frat be supportive? Could he join Ty and Sloan’s as a senior? Did he fucking care? “I think you’re supposed to say ‘gay,’ dude.” Brad slammed his locker shut. He needed to get some exercise and stop thinking so Goddamned much. “C’mon, stop talking and let’s go.”
Kyle made a face at him and followed Brad out of the locker room.
* * *
Sebastian was a top. He stuck his dick up other guys’ stretched, lubed asses and . . . oh God.
When Brad had started checking out gay porn, he was a little surprised to always find himself identifying with the guy getting fucked. It made his asshole twitch and the muscles in his butt contract the first time he watched some guy push his dick into another guy’s tiny little hole, stretching him wide and smoothing out all those little puckers.
Brad wanted to know what it felt like, so he’d done a little experimenting after he’d started the gay porn fest. He wasn’t about to go buy a dildo, but finding a penis-shaped object lying around was, like, no work at all. He got off, of course, thanks to ol’ Lefty (or was it Hairy?) but it was uncomfortable having something inside him. It made all his hairs stand up, all over his body. Made him feel like he had to take a dump.
He wasn’t so into it. Except doing it once had created this kind of itch inside of him. And even though he knew it wasn’t that great, he’d been sorta obsessed with it. Like, to the point where he was lying awake at 2 a.m. almost squirming after having heard Ty and Sloan in the locker room. The muscles in his ass were throbbing at him. From his sphincter to somewhere just south of his belly button, they wanted. It nearly drove him nuts.
Brad got up and locked himself in the bathroom, surreptitiously carrying the hairbrush with the perfect handle. How was he going to explain the need to brush his hair at 2:38? It was less than an inch long; he could barely explain the need to brush it at all. He didn’t even own a hairbrush.
Hopefully, Kyle would never notice it missing.
It had ridges ringing the handle. This time, Brad took more time working it into himself. His brain must have had some idea he was going to try this again, because he’d picked up KY. It seemed to work better than the lotion he’d stolen from Kyle last time.
And fuck, even though he knew it was going to be uncomfortable, that first touch of his lube-smeared finger sliding across his hole, feeling the little puckers . . . Brad shuddered and shivered and nearly moaned with it.
No moaning. He bit his lip, hard.
The tapered end of the brush slid in, stretching him—okay, that felt fucking good. He’d had no idea he was so sensitive there. He took his time, pushing in, pulling out in tiny increments. He felt each one of those rings slip past his sphincter, and every time one stretched him wider and then slipped in, releasing some of that pressure but still there, he felt it zing up his spine.
When it was in up to the bristles, he lay there panting and feeling shaky, skin prickling with the feel of something foreign in there, breaking out in a sweat. He still just didn’t know if he liked it. Somehow, though, it lit him up inside. Especially when he closed his eyes and pictured Sebastian’s face hanging over his.
Tentatively, he touched the hairbrush, moving it slightly. Oh fuck.
He was starting to see how this could feel good.
His skin still crawled a little, and he still felt like he was being sort of invaded, but he wanted it. Craved it. In a very physical way—needing more of that feeling of being filled and the sliding touch into his asshole and against the muscle inside. Smooth muscle, his brain told him. Like he fucking cared. Oh, God, and that was his prostate one of those ridges had just slid slowly across.
A small noise escaped him, and the last of the uncertainty about how much he wanted this dissolved into sensation. Brad felt like something was blooming inside him. It felt so good he didn’t even make fun of himself when he was hit with the image of his ass opening up like a flower.
So he fucked himself with the handle of a hair brush while he jerked off, lying on the bathroom floor. He bit his lip so hard trying to be quiet that he could taste blood on his tongue as he arched into his hands and shuddered out one of the best orgasms of his life. The muscles in his asshole clamped down on the thing inside of him, and he bit down harder to keep from crying out.
He sprawled out spread-eagled on the bathroom floor, panting, spooge all over his belly, hairbrush up his ass. Little shocks pinging around every few seconds, then tapering off. He opened his eyes and looked at the light above him. A wave of affection for the little bathroom with the stupid goldenrod wallpaper and the too-bright fluorescent light almost brought tears to his eyes. He lifted a shaky hand and swiped his mouth with his forearm. It came away with a streak of blood, and even that was enough to cause a little shudder.
Brad sighed and closed his eyes again. I’m so gay.
Reader Reviews (21)
Submitted By: aw0820 on Jun 25, 2015It took a morning meeting with a frat brother’s hairy, naked but for him to admit it, but he knows the truth about himself now. Let the gay life commence. It’s not that easy. He hasn’t quite determined how to come out to anyone, even Sebastian, the geeky-hot TA in his history class. Sebastian is everything Brad is not. Intellectual, suave, hairy. Out. And he doesn’t seem interested in Brad, even when Brad makes a fool of himself trying to catch his notice. I didn't think I would like this book.
Submitted By: roula on Jan 21, 2015when you buy tennino's books you know you won't be dissapointed. this is the first of stand up alone very well known series. the plot was good (college love) and the characters developed. Brad was adorable
Submitted By: amarillis183 on Jan 16, 2015I really liked this book. It was hot, well-written, and I really liked the characters (especially Brad). His attitude is what sticks with me the most from this story.
Submitted By: bookreader10 on Jan 13, 2015Hot hot hot! I really liked this story and how everyone's fav joc found love after admitting what he wanted. I would definitely read more from this author.
Submitted By: hollismaine on Jan 13, 2015A fun, quick read from Anne Tenino. Brad, aka Frat Boy, realizes he's gay and is hot for teacher, or TA to be specific. Not over the top comedy, but I did find myself LOLing a few times. Sebastian, aka Toppy, the grad student who is more than happy to initiate Bradley into the pleasures of gay sex. Overall I think the characters felt real, though things that would have been a RL issue (ie morals of TA taking student to bed) were glossed over.
Submitted By: enjoy on Jan 13, 2015A really good story that made you feel good, sweet couple.
Submitted By: trix on Jan 11, 2015It's a fun story, but I actually prefer the later books in the series. On the other hand, it is easier to follow the other stories by reading this one. So, it's your call.
Submitted By: CynicalRomantic on Jan 2, 2015I actually really enjoyed this. Brad is adorable and I loved him from the start. If you're looking for a sweet, sometimes funny, college romance with likeable characters, then you'll probably like this. To me it had a similar feel to Love Lessons (by Heidi Cullinan) which was one of my favourite college m/m romances. Also recommended for readers who like first-time sex and coming out stories.
Submitted By: lisa44837 on Aug 6, 2014Brad decides he's gay once he's at college & he starts crushing on one of his TAs, Sebastian. To get Sebastian's notice, he cheats on a paper. That works. But not exactly the way he wants it to. One thing about Brad is when he makes up his mind about something, he's all in. So once he decides he's gay, he's all about it. The coming out to this fraternity is rather funny. This is good light read & I enjoyed it a lot.
Submitted By: menieves on May 3, 2014This is my first book by this author. I really like the story between Brad and Sebastian. It is funny and sexy ...
Submitted By: kkerk on Jan 14, 2014Another good read from Anne Tenino. Addresses challenges of coming out and of new relationships. Love the author's sense of humor.
Submitted By: tonihip on Jan 31, 2013What a terrible cover for a good M/M story about two different personalities that fall in love. Anyway, Brad is ready to come out and have some fun (with a man) but not just with any one, he wants his history TA Sebastian. Great story and sexy scenes were romantic, even the 'punishment' episode. 174 pages
Submitted By: lilandra on Jan 25, 2013an amazing book really well written with funny and cute moments and hot steamy scenes
Submitted By: alanakae on Jan 21, 2013Anne Tenino did it again by writing a completely engaging book that I didn't want to end. Brad and Sebastian are wonderful and funny. Highly recommended.
Submitted By: hooked on Jan 21, 2013Awsome book worthy of my keep file.. Fast moving from first page to last.
Submitted By: vayld on Jan 16, 2013A sweet romance that was also hilarious. What more can I ask for?
Submitted By: littleflicker on Jan 11, 2013A great coming out story complete with the pressures that Brad faces from his team mates and frat brothers. Add on top of that, the pressure to please his family, and you have a typical in the closet male...but I love the way Brad really finds himself with the help of Sebastian. It's a story of hope and trust and new love. I highly recommend it.
Submitted By: greenpolish on Apr 27, 2012I LOVED this book! The characters were well developed, and their chemistry was thru the roof. Parts of it made me actually laugh out loud, while other parts made me cry. It was believable. Definitely going in my "read again" pile!
Submitted By: imarybug32 on Apr 17, 2012Very good read. Loved the characters. Laughed out loud quite a few times. Highly recommended!
Submitted By: banjs24 on Mar 29, 2012This story was sweet and funny. I enjoy a good coming out story where the main character is more concerned about how being gay affects him and his choices in life and not what other people think.
Submitted By: aphelia6 on Mar 27, 2012This author has penned yet another great story! I loved the characters (engaging without being predictable). I loved the story (great balance of touching romance, H*O*T, mildly-D/s-flavored sex scenes, and snips of laugh-out-loud humor). And I loved the overall pace and flow of the story. My only complaint is the title: it's a little trite. But don't be put off by the title! I give this book 5/5 stars.
Frat Boy and ToppyBy: Anne Tenino