For Jay's thirtieth birthday, his straight best mate Brenden takes him to a gay bar. Great idea, except that it's full of guys who think Jay would look great under them. Only one problem with that â€" Jay may look like a twink, but he's no one's bottom. And when he spies the gorgeous, muscled specimen at the end of the bar, he's not about to waste his time. He knows a top when he sees one.
Dean has had enough of the guys who want him to be their Daddy. What makes it worse is that they're just his type. Dean is under no illusions. He knows what he looks like. But there has to be one guy in that bar who wants to top him, right?
Story also appears in Designated Bottoms Anthology.