Nothing I had experienced before, however, prepared me for Champs. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I felt a thrill just from being a straight man in a gay world, an arrogant assurance that my pussy-dipped dick and low hanging balls made me more of a man than all the boys who stared so hungrily as I passed. I liked going there: The throbbing music, the lean bodies, and most of all, the way everyone's eyes lingered on me as I sauntered around the room.
I had been to a couple of gay clubs before. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. My name is Jess Sudhir, and I'm half-black and half-Arabic.
