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Seeing himself faced with all possibilities, murderously dangerous, visions
rising, converging, surreal, mystical, himself naked under his priest’s vest-
ments intoning high mass in a dark cathedral, sexy, himself moaning in
a sling at the Slot with a fist up his ass, gaudy, himself singing “Muscle
Blues” on The Tonight Show, flexing his own beautiful body, holding a
cordless mike, oiled and pumped, naked but for Kick’s brown nylon pos-
ing briefs, tight, transparent around his bulging cock and balls, hard-on,
bathed in a tight dramatic spot, the Johnny Carson congregation sitting
in a church, a silent priest praying for the dead and dying, bumping,
grinding slowly through his posing routine, showing them true suffering,
exhibiting real pain, the Face of the tortured and crucified, in living color,
on network TV, singing “Stars Fell on Alabama,” his own man, cuming,
shooting, his cock convulsing in his hand, spewing sperm, white, hot,
gelatinous across Kick’s face, across his blond moustache, into his open
mouth, never-ending orgasm, cum shooting up his own belly, down his
own legs, across the rock, over the cliff edge, a voice, his voice, Kick’s
voice, their voice, roaring into the roar of the night, into the roar of the
City, below the wild outcropping where he stood, high, alone, naked,
afraid of loss, lost, mad with fear, howling into the exploding New Year’s
night.

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“What’d you do last night for New Year’s?” Solly Blue asked.
“I went crazy,” Ryan said.
“Temporary insanity, I hope.”
“I don’t know yet,” Ryan said. “Insanity isn’t temporary until it actu-
ally goes away.”

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