An Exclusive Kind of Love

Faced with the guy's relentless pleading, the girl was at a loss. Then she spotted me. Her eyes lit up, and she hurried over.

"Actually, I'm a lesbian. I like girls. I only agreed to meet you because I thought you were bluffing. See? My girlfriend's here to pick me up!"

She leaned close and whispered, "Hey, do me a favor."

The next second, she planted a loud kiss right on my cheek. "See that? Hmph!"

Then she grabbed my hand and ran off, leaving the guy standing there questioning his entire existence.

After we'd put some distance between us, she told me what happened.

She hadn't had a hookup in six months. On the app, she'd come across a guy who went by "DualBaseGod." She thought he might be a little bigger than average, so she agreed to meet him in the grove, ready for a good time.

But when she showed up, she found a monster. Not only was he impossibly large, but he had two of those impossibly large things.

My mouth went dry. This girl had no idea how lucky she was. If only I could trade places with her.

She thanked me for the help and offered to walk me back to my dorm. I made an excuse—said I had something else to do.

The moment she left, I ran back as fast as I could. That man and I were a perfect match. I couldn't let him get away.

Luckily, he hadn't left. As I got closer, I saw him sitting on a rock, hugging his knees—crying.

I explained that I'd just been playing along to help that girl get away.

He said his name was Otis Miller. He went to our school too.

Wait. Otis? I leaned in for a closer look. That was when I recognized him—he was our campus heartthrob.

Honestly, I'd had a crush on him forever. But ever since I discovered my own flaw, I'd been too ashamed to even let myself think about him. I'd noticed earlier how handsome he was, but it was too dark to make out his face.

Otis told me his secret. He'd been different since birth—he had two reproductive organs. And to make matters worse, both were affected by hypertrophy.

He'd had girlfriends before, but every time he took off his pants, they ran. Eventually, he lowered his expectations. He didn't need a girlfriend—just a hookup. But the very first time he tried, he got rejected.

He looked almost embarrassed. "To be honest, I'm still half a virgin."

Then he buried his face against me and started crying again, like a big, fluffy dog.

The scent of his body wash hit me, and my heart raced.

I used to think he was untouchable—the unreachable campus hunk. But now I knew he carried the same kind of shameful secret as me. He had two, and others rejected him for it. And I…

Weren't we made for each other?

He wasn't just good-looking—he was strong and fit. To be pinned down by a face like that, to be taken by him… I'd probably roll my eyes back from sheer pleasure.

And his hypertrophy against my narrowness—it would be the ultimate collision.

I was so lost in thought that I accidentally brushed against him. A current shot through my whole body, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Just thinking about what he had hidden in his pants—two enormous things—made me want him to drag me into the grove right then and there and have his way with me.

That was when the dorm curfew bell rang.

Panic hit me. Our dorm matron was strict—once the bell rang, no one got in unless they wanted a call to the advisor.

On any normal night, I would've sprinted back at full speed. But tonight, I didn't.

Instead, I gathered my courage, looked up at the campus heartthrob, and said, with no small amount of shame, "The bell rang. I can't get back into my dorm now. Can I sleep at yours tonight?"

The words barely left my mouth before I regretted them. Would he think I was some kind of slut?

But he just looked surprised for a second, then nodded. "Okay."

In the end, he came up with a plan. He'd hung his bedding out to dry during the day. So he rolled me up inside his quilt, tucked me under his arm, and carried me back to his dorm.

Somehow, it actually worked. The matron didn't notice a thing.