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looked at him sideways. “Then I‟m glad too.” He patted Hunter‟s knee but withdrew his hand fairly quickly, not wanting to draw attention to himself. “So Flynn and I were talking when you went for coffee and decided we should all go out to dinner together after we‟re done here.”
    “Are you sure? I mean….”
    “You mean me and Grant in the same room, trying to exchange polite dinner conversation?”
    Hunter nodded.
    “I think I can manage. If Grant‟s okay with it, so am I.” Hunter scrutinized Gable, clearly trying to gauge whether Gable was simply putting on a brave face. “I‟m sure Grant won‟t mind. I‟ll have to square it with him, of course, but I think he‟d be more worried about your reaction than his own. Why the change of heart?” Gable chuckled. “I‟m like you. I used to think I knew what it was like to be in love with someone. Now I‟m sure.” Hunter patted Gable on the shoulder. “So where should we go?” Gable didn‟t get to answer, since Flynn walked back into the waiting room with a triumphant look on his face.
    “Am I the first one?”
    “Yup,” Gable answered. “Grant‟s not back yet. I always thought you had more stamina than this.” He winked at Flynn.
    “I do when it counts,” Flynn answered smugly. “Now the end goal was to produce… something, and I always think of the end product!”
    Grant followed soon and close behind came the nurse. “Mr.
    Sutton? Mr. Krause.”
    “Our turn,” Hunter said as he got up.
    Gable followed them into a sterile-looking hallway with a counter, where they were asked to sign a form and then given a plastic cup and a room number. Gable eyed the cup suspiciously and entered the small room. It had a comfortable-looking chair and a window with colorful curtains. There was a TV on top of a low dresser and one of the drawers was open. He peered inside and realized it was full of porn, 198

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    both DVDs and magazines. He shrugged when he saw all the bare boobs, but as he rummaged through it, he was surprised to find a DVD
    clearly meant for gay men. He decided against putting it in the player and figured he‟d be able to conjure up enough images to get himself off. He cocked his head when he thought he probably wouldn‟t be able to beat Flynn‟s record time, though.
    On the table next to the easy chair was a box of tissues, and Gable put the plastic container next to it before turning around to wash his hands like the nurse had very efficiently instructed them to do.
    Gable looked at himself in the mirror over the washbasin. He had a few more lines around his eyes than he used to and he was still on the thin side, despite Flynn‟s excellent cooking, but what struck him most was that his hair, which used to be dirty blond, was now copiously streaked with gray. He shook his head while he dried his hands on a paper towel. He had no idea why a vibrant young man like Flynn would choose an old cowboy like him, but he didn‟t question it too much anymore these days. For that, Flynn‟s love simply felt too good.
    Unzipping his pants, Gable plopped down in the chair and took out his limp cock. He realized it still made him nervous. Months of impotence after his near-brush with death had left traces after all. He was pretty much healed up now, although his injured leg and prosthesis still didn‟t completely feel like his own. He started touching himself, trying to bring Flynn‟s image to mind. Flynn always found ways to distract him and make him feel good. It was his infinite patience and caring that had restored Gable‟s faith in his own abilities and had eventually brought them a rather prolific sex life. He no longer doubted whether Flynn enjoyed it too. He just had to conjure up the image of Flynn leaning over him, driving into him; the determination and ecstasy in his face as he thrust hard and accurate, and Gable felt his cock swell.
    Yes, that was it.
    The image easily turned to Gable riding Flynn. Gable liked being in control. He liked it a bit too much, but he‟d learned to leave some of the initiative to Flynn as well, and since then Flynn often let him do the work. He‟d lie there, smiling up at him, running his hands over Gable‟s lean thighs. Flynn would urge him on and not start thrusting up until 199

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    Gable was so desperate to come he was practically begging. Fuck, that man turned him on.
    Gable was nowhere near to coming, though. He stopped his ministrations and sighed deeply.