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I still wasn't tuned in to knowing what sexual pleasure was. I did find
myself dreaming, more than once, that Andy would ask me over to his house
after gym class. We'd go up to his room, close the door, and play strip
poker until we were both in our underwear. We'd make that last deal to show
all, and there he'd be, that pretty boy, showing a stiff dick even bigger
than mine. I attached no emotion to this dream, and didn't even make the
connection that it was a sex fantasy.
I squeezed my eyelids tight to bring myself back from my reverie. The
shimmering shower tiles came back into focus. I sighed, and headed with my
bag to my corner locker.
A few minutes later, I emerged in full battle dress, ready to get with
the program. The membership included a few hours with a trainer, and I had
one to myself. Brian was a nice enough guy, with biceps the diameter of my
skull, and he was patient and understanding. "I know you haven't worked out
before," he intoned, "so we'll start you off easy. You'll build some
endurance on the bike, the rower and the climber--use whatever's free, but
don't push yourself." I snickered to myself as I realized I was now paying
to use the same gear I sold in my driveway over the past year.
