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both sides. I won’t lie to you. There’s a shift that happens in the relationship. But people who love each other can work past that. Maybe find a new balance. New ways to please each other. Get creative. It might not be the same, but it can be just as good.”
    Allan peered at him. “You sound like you know what you’re talking about.”
    “I do.” Erik swallowed the lump in his throat and continued to knead Allan’s palm, working the pressure points and then massaging each finger one by one. He didn’t want to think about George right now. About how similar this man was.
    Allan’s breathing deepened as Erik continued stroking his palm. George loved a good hand massage, and so it seemed did Allan. He didn’t appear to have a problem with Erik touching him. So maybe Cindy was right about her husband’s little secret after all.
    Allan sat in silence for a long while. “This body of mine—it doesn’t work anymore,” he finally said, bowing his head shamefully. “You’re wasting your time. I can’t get it up. Even the little blue pill won’t work.”
    “So?” Erik challenged.
    “So? I’m not even a man anymore.”
    “Do you think getting hard makes you a man?”
    “Well it sure as hell helps,” Allan snapped.
    “Have you talked to the doctor?”
    “He says there’s nothing wrong with me down there. That it takes time.” Allan snorted. “Tell that to my wife.”
    “I don’t think Cindy’s the problem. Maybe you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. The connection between the mind and the body is incredibly intertwined.”
    “Did Cindy tell you that? She’s a regular blabbermouth, isn’t she?”
    “She loves you.”
    Erik saw the fear behind the man’s eyes, the fear that he would never be sexual again, the fear that without his cock he was less than a man. His chest tightened in sympathy. He had to help these two find their way.
    He squeezed Allan’s hand. “Look, I’m not a sex therapist, but I have learned a thing or two over the years. And the one thing I know is that orgasm, erection and ejaculation are three different things. It’s possible to have the first without the other two.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “Orgasm happens up here.” He tapped a finger on Allan’s temple. “You have to adjust your expectations. Focus more on stimulating your brain.” He ran the back of his knuckles down Allan’s papery cheek in a deliberate caress. He let his hand rest on the back of Allan’s neck. “Fantasies are good for that.”
    Allan’s eyes widened. “She told you,” he breathed, aghast. But as close as Erik was, he saw the telltale sign of interest in the way Allan’s pupils dilated.
    He kneaded the tense muscles of the older man’s neck. Yes, Cindy had confided their joint fantasy of a threesome. While Erik couldn’t give them exactly that, he could come close. And maybe that would help restore some of Allan’s lost confidence.
    “You’re here already,” he said with a gentle smile. “Why don’t you let me massage you and we’ll see where it goes?”
    Allan eyed the massage table warily. “I can’t lay on my front. Makes it hard to breathe. And my mouth starts drooling.” He looked down at his feet. Erik had an inkling of what it cost him to admit that. George had been proud once, too. Accepting his limitations had been a huge step for him.
    “No problem. We’ll make it work.” Erik gave Allan a one-armed hug and rose to get things ready. He handed Allan back his cane. “You’ll need to undress.”
    “All the way?”
    “All the way. You can use the bathroom if you prefer.”
    “Here is fine.”
    Erik lowered the table to a better height, queued up his music and adjusted the thermostat so that the air conditioning wasn’t quite so cold. July had entered hot and humid and the annual summer fights over the thermostat had begun. He preferred it room temperature, but his office assistant always complained about being too hot. She jacked up the A/C when he