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with it,‖ Nick demurred
    with a cough, while the reality of who he was addressing splashed ice
    water on his sudden ardor. ―I gotta get goin‘,‖ he added tersely,
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    wanting to make his getaway before things got even weirder.
    Companionably examining a classic Thunderbird with a remarkably
    arousing, eerily familiar, convicted abuser was plenty weird enough
    already.
    ―Okay,‖ Logan acquiesced, though his reluctance was clear.
    The two men said an awkward goodbye before Nick re-covered
    the car, locked up, and clattered down the steps to his Jeep. All the
    while, he analyzed his disturbing reaction to Trudy‘s patient. Nick
    finally shrugged it off as mere horniness brought on by an undeniably
    attractive man.
    ―Obviously, three weeks‘s just too long to go without a workout.
    Could probably fuck that car‘s trunk ‘bout now,‖ Nick muttered to
    himself as he called home to see if Polly could stay a little late. With
    that taken care of, he punched in the number for The Downtown
    Athletic Club and asked to speak to the personal trainer, Adam Cecil.

    NICK stretched out luxuriantly, enjoying the looseness that always
    came into his muscles after a good hard romp. He rolled on his side and
    came face-to-face with a bedside table lamp sporting a plastic Steelers
    helmet as its base. Nick had already chided Adam more than once on it
    being more appropriate for a six-year-old than a twenty-six–year-old,
    but his happy-go-lucky friend had always shrugged him off. Still, he
    couldn‘t resist another try. ―You ever gonna get rid of this lamp?‖
    ―Sure,‖ came the mirthful reply over his shoulder. ―When they
    come out with one that has a Steelers helmet and a Pirates cap.‖ Nick
    rolled back towards the auburn-haired man and gave him a playful
    swat. Adam rewarded him with a mock scowl, complaining, ―You
    know if we could fuck at your place once in a while, I could take
    potshots at your furniture.‖
    ―Oh, that would be lovely. I can just see it now—I‘d be sucking
    you off, and my mom would come pounding on the door wanting to
    know if I‘d finished my math homework.‖
    Adam gave a bark of laughter, finally chortling, ―Okay, I can see
    where that would kill the mood.‖

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    ―Worse than when my Aunt Hetty caught me and Alison Barstow,
    ‗half-nekkid‘, on her ‗good sofa‘.‖
    ―When was that?‖
    ―Twelfth grade.‖
    ―You were still messing around with girls then?‖
    ―Yeah—not many other choices in a town like Freeport. Besides,
    at that age any chance to shove your dick in something felt good.‖
    ―Huh,‖ Adam answered. ―Not when what you‘re really craving is
    a cock up your ass.‖
    ―You never bothered with girls?‖
    ―Not much. I always thought they were a pain in the ass. And not
    the good kind.‖ Adam waited for Nick to stop laughing before
    continuing in a more serious tone. ―From what I hear at work, it gets
    worse when they‘re older. Always whining about relationships and
    their feelings —or wanting guys to dress up and go to stupid things like
    the ballet or some goopy chick flick.‖
    Adam warmed to his subject, sliding up onto his knees and
    affording Nick a chance to admire his muscular form. ―I bet if straight
    men really knew how it was for me and you, they‘d die with envy. We
    can hook up for sex if that‘s all we got time for, or shoot hoops
    together, maybe catch a ballgame, and best of all, you don‘t give a rat‘s
    ass what I wear or who I screw when you‘re not around.‖
    ―As long as you‘re using condoms,‖ Nick shrugged, comfortable
    in the knowledge that the caution was completely unnecessary for the
    health-conscious young trainer.
    ―Yeah,‖ Adam answered sheepishly. ―Not that I ended up needing
    one last weekend.‖
    Sensing a story, Nick asked, ―Okay, what happened?‖
    ―You‘ll love this. I hit on another straight guy at Sully‘s.‖
    Nick sat up