Chapter 1
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“You get any shuteye, dude?” Damien asked me as we entered the gym together the next morning.
I’d ridden my bicycle there, while he’d walked the couple of blocks from our duplex to the fitness center. He was disgustingly chipper and oozing with life, the happy state of a man who got f****d regularly.
“I got a little. Hard to sleep when you and Les are going at it, right over my bedroom,” I replied and smirked.
He laughed. “What can I say? The man’s ass is a work of art that should be worshipped up close and personal.”
I shook my head and smiled at his smug, self-satisfied air. “Yeah, yeah. You know I’m happy for you both. I’m just bitchin’ ‘cause I don’t have anyone to make noise with and get you back.”
Damien snickered. “All you need to do is pick up a guy. You know they’d be lined up to f**k you if you’d let ‘em. I hear the guys talking about you when I’m in the locker room.”
We both clocked in, then headed to the back of the gym.
“Whatever, man,” I said. “The guys here are horny idiots who’d f**k any hole that was available.” And I meant that literally. I opened my locker and stashed my things inside. “I want something with a little more to it than that. s*x I can get anywhere or with my hand.”
“True, but, Kenny, it’s been months since you’ve even looked at a guy. Are you still…dealing with issues from the assault last year?”
“Maybe. But even before that, I wasn’t the kind of guy to sleep around a lot. I can count on two hands the men I’ve slept with since my first time when I was eighteen.”
Damien walked beside me as we made our way to the main floor that housed all the workout equipment. “All I’m sayin’ is, you’re twenty-six years old, though you could pass for twenty. You need to get out there, take a chance on a guy. It’s not healthy for you to be cooped up like you are.”
“I know, and I appreciate your concern.”
I wandered over to the spin area to setup for my first class of the day.
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