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so… big. I think your arms are bigger than my
    thighs.”
    I laughed again. “Not quite,” I said. “I just like to keep
    myself in shape. It’s amazing what you can do with a
    personal trainer keeping on your ass. And there is nothing
    wrong with your thighs.” Now what the hell had made me
    say that?
    Shawn went even more red and tried to hide his
    expression by taking a long sip of his hot chocolate. I don’t
    know if was his blush or the morning sun, but I was again
    noticing just how blue his eyes were. Was he wearing
    contacts? They were the most amazing color. And huge.
    Otherworldly.
    He really was sweet. Like a kid, but the more I looked at
    Shawn the more I could see he was no kid. Surely no more
    than about thirty, but all man. Handsome too. His skin was
    pale, and it really brought out the shadow of a threatening
    beard along his jaw. Maybe it was that complexion that
    made his eyes look so blue? “How long have you been out?” I
    asked.
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    Shawn almost spit out his chocolate. “What? Why do
    you ask?”
    “This guy you are seeing, is he your first boyfriend?”
    “My second,” he said, chin out again.
    “You just come out recently?”
    “Why do you want to know that?” Shawn asked.
    I shrugged. “You seem so naïve. How old are you?”
    “You sure do ask a lot of questions for a guy trying to
    talk me out of buying that bed.”
    “Just trying to get the lay of the land,” I said. It was
    what I did. How I’d become so successful.
    “I’m thirty-two. And how old are you, oh Master Yoda?”
    It was my turn to nearly spit out my coffee. Master
    Yoda? “I’m thirty-nine,” I said. “And I’ve been out since I was
    fourteen, so I guess I know a few things.”
    “Fourteen?” gasped Shawn, and once again did that
    thing with his eyes. Made them look huge.
    Oh, if we weren’t both already taken, I thought, I’d take
    you home right now.
    “You knew you were gay when you were fourteen?”
    Shawn asked again.
    I nodded. “Coach Brennermyer—”
    “The coach—!”
    “No!” I said. “No. He never touched me. But his thighs!
    One look at him in those shorts of his, and Janet, my
    ‘girlfriend’ never had a chance.” As a matter-of-fact, it was
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    the coach that had inspired me to get myself in the shape I
    was in. I liked my body. It made up for what I considered a
    boring face—light brown eyes, big nose, lantern jaw—and it
    surprised me when a trick told me it was my looks and not
    my body that had gotten them interested.
    Shawn reddened again.
    “Did you have a Coach Brennermyer?” I asked.
    Shawn smiled, then nodded slowly. “He was my art
    teacher, though. Mr. Finsecker. He was also the track coach,
    and I became his assistant for the chance….”
    “To see him naked? Or was it the team?”
    Shawn hid his face behind his hands. “I can’t believe I’m
    talking to you about this.”
    “Sweetie, you’re thirty-two, not fourteen,” I said. The
    kid—no, the young man, I reminded myself—was charming,
    no doubt about it. His man, whoever he was, was lucky.
    Shawn peeked from between his fingers. “I guess I am
    naïve,” he said. “The thing is, I didn’t know I was gay. I didn’t
    know why I wanted to see guys naked. In retrospect, it
    boggles my mind that I didn't know. How could I have not
    known? I hung out as long as I could in locker rooms and…
    Oh God!” Shawn closed his fingers over his face again. “I
    can’t believe I just admitted that!”
    “You’ve never told anybody that? What about the guys
    you’ve had sex with? Or your boyfriends…?”
    “You’re a stranger,” Shawn said and all but giggled.
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    I smiled once more. I hadn’t stopped smiling around this
    guy. He was just that charming. “You’re a sweetheart. Your
    man is lucky to have you.”
    Shawn dropped his hands and revealed a shy smile.
    “Thanks.”
    I took a big swallow of my coffee, and then