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“So long, stupid.”

10

By the time Ryan returned from the funeral to San Francisco, he
knew he had been too long gone from Kick. He missed the man. If life
was short, he wanted sunny California days and endless nights. He had
long before given up the bleary life of baths and sex with men who could
be anybody.
“But I still defend anonymous sex,” he said. “When you’re up to here
with interpersonal relationships, there’s no better balance than making
love with a nameless stranger who carries no burden of history.”
For almost three years, he had touched hardly anyone but Kick. Their
start continued ascendant. Even with Logan fucking around, the more
they had of each other the more they wanted.
The night of Ryan’s return, Kick pumped out a top-notch musclesex
posing scene. He knew Ryan was exhausted. “You strip and lie back on
the bed,” Kick said. He handed Ryan the can of Crisco. “You don’t have
to do anything but beat your meat.”
Kick grinned and opened a surprise package. He stripped and slowly
suited himself up in a professional football uniform complete with pads
and cleats and black grease under his eyes. He was a dream of a quarter-
back. He called out plays and numbers, hiking back, faking a pass. His
cleats struck the wood floor. He pounded on his pads. He jumped up on
the bed and took a lineman’s squat over Ryan’s body. The helmet framed
his face. The chinstrap jutted aggressively forward. Ryan ran his hand over
the helmet, the face guard, and out across the pads exaggerating Kick’s
big shoulders.
Ryan wanted to cum, but Kick backed off and hopped to the floor.
He slowed the scene down. He shuffled around the bedroom like it was a
locker room. He pulled off his helmet, stripped off his jersey, and unlaced
the fly of his tight pants. He reached inside, around his jockstrap, and
pulled out his cock. His powerful erection defied gravity. Half-stripped,
the bodybuilder jock worked through an Attitude Fantasy, posing, flex-
ing, spitting, pumping his dick, laying strategic pieces of his football gear
on the bed around Ryan. His routine made him seem the most generous
man in the world. Ryan needed generosity. He needed the Energy Kick
put out in their cuming together.
He wrote in his Journal:

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