Itâs all man in there.â
Under ordinary circumstances Myles would have been jealous of the exchange, but he realized Brody would never be tamed. The dancer had about as much chance of getting anything more than a one-night stand out of Brody than a cheerleader had of scoring a touchdown.
âAll this is fine for you Brody, but honestly, what does this have to do with me?â Myles asked.
âEverything, buddy!â
Myles was dying to see how Brody could rationalize this pointless situation. He knew it made sense in Brodyâs twisted brain, but how could he explain it so it made sense to him?
âAre you saying that guys want them, but the guys will go home with me?â
âThatâs exactly what Iâm saying! You want a man and these boys will help you get one.â
âNot for me. I want someone who cares about me. Not someone who has sex with me while fantasizing about some greased-up muscle twink in a G-string.â
âSex is sex, buddy. Youâve got to lighten up.â Myles knew when heâs been beaten. This was a dead-end. Brody was never going to be tamed, and he knew it. Sex was sex to Brody and heâd never be able to understand what Myles was looking for. He was running from his feelings, any commitment, and love. Exactly what Myles so desperately wanted. They were on opposite sides of the fence when it came to relationships. If Myles were the âheadsâ of a coin, Brody would be âtailsâ. Thatâs just the way it was and Myles had no choice to accept it.
âGrab that cutie over there. Heâs serving mouth shots.â
Myles glanced at a cute shirtless twink wearing a G-string and carrying a tray with shot glasses. âAnd possible meningitis! Iâll stick with the cocktail in my partially clean glass,â Myles quipped as he looked at the faint lipstick mark on his glass from a previous patron.
Brody sensed that Myles was frustrated at him and their most recent conversation. He had wanted nothing more than to show Myles a good time tonight, but suddenly he could see that Myles was entering into a slump and he needed to act quickly.
âWell, in that case, at least tip the go-go boy. Come on, he likes you. Here!â Brody summoned the same boy as earlier and placed a five-dollar bill in Mylesâ hand.
âIâd rather not,â he said.
âI know, but do it anyway.â He motioned for the go-go boy to present his tight ass to Myles, who really didnât mind the taunting. In fact, it was fun. The thought occurred to him that if it werenât for Brody, his life would be all work and no play. Just the opposite of Brody whose life was mostly play and not a lot of work.
âIn that case, here you go!â Myles stuffed in the bill like a champ and smacked the go-go boy twice on the ass. He looked at Brody to let him know that everything was fine. He wasnât going to be a downer tonight. He also wanted to prove he wasnât the prude that everyone thought he was.
Brody is obviously taken aback at Mylesâ skill and assertiveness.
âHey,â Myles told him with a naughty grin, âif Iâm going to do it, I might as well do it right!â
Chapter 4
As Myles sat at his desk in the law firm of Bernstein, Goodman, Scheckman, & Tyler, inundated with paperwork, Diane, his best gal-pal and also an attorney with the firm, walked into his office without so much as a knock on the door. With long brown hair and a slender figure she was smart, cultured, beautiful and classyâthe female version of Myles but with Brodyâs bravado. Like Brody, she was sexually confident and comfortable at expressing her feelings. She sat on the edge of the desk. Obviously, she planned to say something profound and Myles made for the perfect captive audience.
âPlease Diane, not now, Iâm up to my nose in briefs... And not the good kind.â He paused and looked at her with a grin. âIf