I visualized him in my masturbatory fantasies… and
even thought about him occasionally, when I was buried
deep in my wife. These were harmless musings that made
my orgasm stronger. He was ten years younger than me,
attractively fair, quite effeminate and charmingly gay.
We took kayaking classes together the month before I
ran into him at the neighborhood community center.

Inside the cafeteria, we gabbed about kayaking. I felt
awkward because I was certain he could feel my curious
homosexual fascination.

After coffee, he invited me into an empty, cozy room
where old folks play bridge Wednesday evenings. We …