“I brag about being able to masturbate alone, about having control of my body in solitude… but I’ve never come with another person, Aidan,” he confessed, staring at me with a rawness that made my stomach knot. “Never. Not with Claire, not with the couples from my escort past… and least of all with my boyfriend. I’ve given myself, I’ve served, I’ve performed pleasure my entire life. But the moment of receiving, the moment of truly being with another person, I become a stone. I shut down. My mind locks itself in the dark.” The revelation fell between us like a shattered mirror. The pain of the man I had helped destroy thirteen years ago was there, bleeding in front of me, wearing a different mask from mine, but carrying the same weight of numbness. “This is destroying my relationship,” Kyle continued, his voice failing into an almost inaudible whisper. “He doesn’t understand. He thinks the problem is him. He thinks I don’t desire him… and I don’t know how to keep pretending that eve
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