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person,” as his hand slid up Chris' back side to his lower back.
    God, that felt good, Chris thought. He felt a shiver run up his spine.
    “That’s cool,” Chris said.  “Wish I could be like you.  I t can be kind of addictive. I need it for work sometimes.”
    “What do you do?” Mason asked , as he pushed Chris’ feet into position over his head, trying to stretch out the hamstrings. The position was incredibly erotic, and it was turning Chris on big time to have Mason essentially opening him up and stretching him out manually.
    “Oh, I’m a writer,” Chris stut tered, feeling the bulge between Mason’s leg as he pushed against his legs even more.
    M ason’s eyebrows popped up, and he seemed very interested, yet oblivious that what he was doing was turning Chris on as surely as porn or an inner thigh massage could do. “Oh, really? Wow. I’ve always wanted to do that. I just don’t have the talent for that sort of thing.”
    “You can do it, believe me, i f I can,” Chris said, taking a deep breath, praying Mason wouldn’t notice the growing bulge of his own.
    “No, I... ” Mason stared at the ground a bit, releasing Chris’ legs slowly and jogging in place, “I’ve got a bit of a learning problem.”
    “Learning problem?” Chris asked, jogging in place like him, “Oh, like a learning disability?”
    “Is that what they call it nowadays? They used to just call me dumb ass in class,” he chuckled at the painful memories as they began to jog around the park.
    “Yeah, my brother had A.D.D. and dyslexia. But he worked through it. He’s an entrepreneur. But looks like things turned out pretty well for you now. I mean, you’re here in Costa Rica, you’ve got a daughter, you’re doing what you love. What more could you ask for?”
    Mason shrugged, “Yeah, I guess so. I just want a bit more for my daughter.”
    “What’s your family like? Your roots?” Chris asked.
    Mason smiled. “My folks live in rural California,” he said wistfully. He talked about his mom and dad’s fruit farm, and growing up in the middle of nowhere. His sister Gabriela was a physician’s assistant in San Francisco.
    “That’s good money, I bet,” Chris commented.
    “Yeah, she and her partner do well,” Mason said.
    “Partner? They’re not married?”
    “Well, it hasn’t been legal. She’s a lesbian,” Mason explained.
    “Ohh,” Ch ris said. “That’s cool. I mean, not that they can’t get married.”
    “I know what you mean,” Mason said, smiling. “Speaking of good money, did Jessica tell you about my ex and how I lost my job at the gym?”
    “She didn’t go into many details, but she said you had a nasty ex-girlfriend,” Chris said, trying to keep up with Mason as they jogged up a hill.
    He shook his head, “What a mess. It’s for the best anyway,” he sa id with a sigh. “Hey, remember:  try to jog on your toes as much as possible.”
    “Okay,” Chris said, remembering what he said the other day about the knees , and noticing what a round bubble butt Mason had in the process.
    “I was working at a stupid , shitty old gym which I hated,” Mason continued, totally unaware Chris was checking him out. “I figure you only live once, so you might as well do what you’re really passionate about, and I’d rather work on my own.”
    “Amen to that,” Chris said, trying to keep his mind on the exercise.
    “Yeah, man. That’s why I’m going to school and...” Mason started.
    “Really? What are you studying?” Chris sa id, surprised.
    “Oh, massage therapy, reflexology, natural healing. That’s kind of my thing.”
    “Oh, like Reiki and stuff?” Chris asked, as they rounded the corner.
    “Yeah, exactly.”
    “You ever read any Wayne Dyer?” Chris asked, out of curiosity.
    Mason’s face lit up, “Yeah, man. Wayne Dyer , that’s my man, and Deepak Chopra. I even love The Secret books.”
    “Me too. My ex used to say they were just commercial , but I think they made very