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they realized that they were not cut out for this.
    He had wanted to come, and he knew, deep down, that had to come. But the reason he was there cared him shitless. He was there because while he was married and he had a great wife he had no desire for her, or for any woman. He could not seem to manage to keep that fact, that he did not desire her, so secret anymore.
    He hoped, really hoped, that he was wrong. Gay? Him? He had been the high school quarterback, a minor league baseball star and he was the guy who was always looked at by women when he passed by.
    He had tried, really he had, to ignore that desire that rose up in him when he was in the gym and he saw a tight from bottom strolling past, naked or tucked into a pair of tighty-whities. But he could not ignore it, not anymore.

He had tried to tell himself that he was just not interested in his wife anymore because they had been together for so long. They had met in junior high, dated all through high school. She had taken a Purity vow for her parents and he had respected that or had he just been relieved because it made it easy for him to date, and not have to involve his body.
    It was in college, when she had drifted away for a year that he had become painfully aware of just how much he needed her. But why? Had it been because he knew she would never ask for much from his sexually? She had broken her Purity vow as a freshman, while she was dating someone else, and she seemed to believe that he was unable to have sex because of his rigorous training schedules and his need to ‘keep the old testosterone flowing’. Brent swallowed hard as he saw his reflection in the mirror.
    He was 28 and almost too handsome. His light brownish-blonde hair was in a trendy cut; his skin tanned just enough to give him a perfect glow. His body was long and lean, his clothes perfectly fitted.
    He had taken his wedding ring off on the way here, it was in the console of his car and he knew that when he left here he would either put it back on, or leave it off his finger…forever.
    He paced, wondering again if he had the nerve for this. He had paid to be here, to try to sort it all out with no fear of reprisal or being caught but was this is a mistake? What if he was right?
    What if he was gay?
    His cock was slightly hard and he looked down at the front of his slacks to see the chubby outline of that organ. He wanted to pretend that it had been the concierge, Natasha, who had done that to him. She was gorgeous, a little curvy and still lean, her hair a glorious tumble down her back, but he knew that she was not the cause for that slight lifting and lengthening of his dick. It had been the incredibly sexy bartender with his green eyes and jet-black hair that had done that. The man had handed him a drink and their fingers had touched, making his heart pound and his mouth go dry. And his dick stiffen.
    He grabbed the bottle of premium whiskey and poured himself a long slug, hoping the fiery liquid would clear his head and give him a little sense but no such luck, it just made him feel fuzzy and even more confused.
    Shit. The boat had begun to move. If he was going to get off he had to do it now, or else he would be swimming for shore and he was fairly certain that he had heard that there were sharks in these waters. He knew the sea lions could be vicious and God knew they were lying around out there on the dock in huge slippery piles, just waiting for their chance to waylay some poor bastard.
    So get off now.
    No, stay.
    The argument went on and on in his head while he paced the room, trying to figure out if he really wanted to do this or if he was simply going insane. Because he had to be going insane. There was no way that he was gay.
    There was a knock at the door. His shoulders stiffened. He took a look at the balcony that sat off the bedroom. Could he swim for it? Should he swim for it? He was a damn fool to stay here and take his chances that he knew but he had to. He had to.
    As scared