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across the table, and he’d had to excuse himself for a few minutes to go into the bathroom and jerk off thinking about the big cock sliding into his throat.
    These interruptions of his usually ordered routine had a surprising effect on him, similar to what would occur if he turned a corner on a familiar road and suddenly found himself in a new place. At first they annoyed him, the way they rippled the smooth surface of his life in unexpected patterns. But then he began to welcome, even invite, them. Every so often he would take the ad out of his wallet and look at it. It pleased him to have the man’s picture folded and resting in his back pocket, as if somehow they knew one another and shared some kind of a history. After repeated foldings, the paper was crossed by pale, thin lines that neatly sectioned Tony Gioconda’s body into squares. Albert liked the way the different parts of Tony’s body were framed by these windows, especially the way his cock hung in the center square like a fine cut of meat in a butcher’s display, something for hungry men to gaze at longingly.
    Once he had stood naked before a mirror and compared his body to Tony’s. He would examine one part of himself and then look at the corresponding area of the picture, noting the differences between them. At thirty-seven, he was in very good shape. His stomach, while not as ridged and tight as Tony’s, was flat. His chest was smooth and fairly hard, if not sculpted into the twin rises of the Italian’s, and his arms were evenly muscled. His face was strong, his blue eyes intent beneath light brown hair.
    Assuming the same pose as Tony held in the ad, he noted the way his cock and balls hung. In school he had often sneaked glances at the penises of other boys as they stood awkwardly in the showers trying to focus their eyes anywhere but where they really wanted to look. He had been especially intrigued by one boy, the son of a local politician, whose cock seemed always to be half-hard, rising slightly up and away from his balls in a thickening arc. The boy seemed either not to notice or not to care that anyone saw his erection, soaping himself as if he were in his own shower at home. Albert had stood next to him several times, and once the boy’s dick had brushed his leg when he turned to rinse himself. He had made no apology, and Albert had been forced to cut his own shower short to avoid being caught with the hard-on that was beginning to rush up from between his legs. That night in bed he had masturbated furiously, his hand rubbing over the burning spot on his thigh.
    He looked at his cock as it was reflected in the mirror’s face. The head, rounded to a blunt point, hung a little ways beyond his balls. He was always amazed when he became hard how much larger his cock became. Soft, it always appeared slightly small, like it belonged to a teenage boy instead of a grown man. But hard, it grew to a surprising length, sticking straight out from his body in a thick line. He knew from his limited experience that men enjoyed it, but he had never been able to ask any of his partners how it compared to others they had had.
    After inspecting the rest of himself, he had gone to bed, where he dreamed that he was once again in the school shower room. Someone was standing very close to him, and because it was very steamy, he couldn’t tell who it was. Then the steam opened up and Tony had stood before him. Albert had looked on in surprise as Tony reached out and took his cock in his soapy hand, jerking it slowly until it was hard. Then he had dropped to his knees and begun to suck on it while Albert put his hands in Tony’s shiny wet hair. The dream had been very realistic, and when he woke up he saw that he had come all over his stomach and decided that he would go to the Showtime that evening.
    Having made his decision, he was able to work the whole day without thinking about it. Then, he had come home, changed his