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can take that big muscular arm in one hand and your dick in
the other, and discover that between the stroking of the two that
you’re cuming, then we’re both gonna have fun! I’m on my way
to the gym now. If BIG-GUNS rap-n-jackoff make you break
into a sweat you can’t cool off by yourself, give me a call. Health
conscious. No fluid exchange. Universal Appeal. 100% repeat.
$300 minimum. I’m expensive, but I’m worth it.

“I don’t believe it,” Ryan said.
“Didn’t I read this once before in Maneuvers?”
“The life force. I’ll teach him the life force.”
“At least he’s selling safe sex. He told you he was turning professional.”
“He meant professional bodybuilder, not hustler. There’s some mis-
take. Some two-bit model who wanted to be like Kick lifted this ad from
Maneuvers. Kick’s not a hustler.”
“Who paid your phone bill?”
“He’s not a hustler.”
“I always thought you wrote that ad for him.”
“He wrote it. This only sounds like him talking like me. Some hustler
who read me in Maneuvers rewrote that. I’m easy to mimic. It’s a sex style.”
“Who knows your style best of all?”
“Who would dare to steal this ad?”
“Find out. Call the number in the ad.” Solly handed him the phone.
He dialed.
It rang.
A machine answered. The taped voice was unmistakably Kick. “I’m at
the gym pumping up right now. After the tone, please leave your number
and I’ll call you back to verify your message.”
The machine beeped and Ryan slammed the receiver into its cradle.”
“Easy!” Solly said. “I own my phone now.”
Ryan threw The Advocate across the room.
“That long ad must have cost him a fortune,” Solly said. “But he can
afford it. He’s charging three hundred dollars an hour.”
If only Kick had died like Tony Tavarossi in intensive care, then Ryan
could have remembered him the way he was, the way he remembered
Charley-Pop, the way he remembered Thom. But Kick had not died. He
had gone on living. A walking, talking insult, hustling his muscle.
“Everyone will think I was paying him,” Ryan said.
“How many times did you have sex with him?” Solly asked.
“Almost every day for the first two years. Not as often last year.”

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