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“What?” He laughs at my face. “That’s just what I heard. I didn’t say it was true.”

Fuck. I’ll never admit it out loud, but I’ve read that rumor a couple times too. It’s not an uncommon hazard in the industry, unfortunately. Especially back in the day. Tons of performers took pills or straight-up injected ‘roids into their dicks to stay hard all day. Doing that kind of stuff over a span of years can really fuck someone up. I don’t see it as much these days, though. Most of us stick to more holistic approaches like regular exercise and healthy eating. There’s even a paleo diet support group, I shit you not.

But Chris Preacher? No, it couldn’t be that. I don’t want to believe it.

“It doesn’t matter why he retired,” I say. “My point is, he’s working at Mars now.”

“Did you sign up for a membership?” Rhys asks.

“Hell yeah, I did! And I have a one-on-one session with him on Monday!”

Rhys’s grin matches my own. “Whoa, that’s so cool!”

“Let us know how it goes. If the place is that good, maybe I should join too,” Hayden says.

Noel smirks at me. “Yeah, Sebastian. Let us know how it goes.” And we all know he’s not talking about the personal training session.

“I will,” I say pointedly. “I was told that he’s one of the best they have.”

“Uh-huh.” Noel’s smile is still dripping with innuendo.

Whatever. Noel can joke and tease all he wants. That doesn’t change the fact that I have a fucking one-on-one session with Chris fucking Preacher. I’m not going to let Noel ruin my excitement.

Beside me, Rhys’s eyes light up and he nods at Noel. “No, he’s right. You should see if Chris Preacher’s up for a collab.”

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of that the second I got home from Mars yesterday. But I also dismissed the idea as soon as it popped into my head.

First of all, he’s retired. And secondly, why the hell would someone as famous and legendary as Chris Preacher want to work with me? I’m not a nobody—I’ve done all right as a camboy in the last couple of years. But I’m not even within spitting distance of Chris Preacher’s level when he retired.

It’s a nice fantasy, but that’s all it’ll ever be. The last thing I want to do is piss him off and then get myself kicked out of the gym. “I don’t know.”

“It can’t hurt to ask, can it?” Hayden says.

“The worst he can say is no and it’s not like you’d have lost anything,” Rhys adds.

Maybe… but, I don’t know. Asking to have my one-on-one session with him already feels like I’m reaching. I don’t want to push my luck.

“At least find out if he has erectile dysfunction. Inquiring minds want to know.” Noel smirks again.

“Shut up.” I scowl at Noel and this time even Rhys and Hayden glare at him.

I mean, the possibility that Chris Preacher retired because of a limp dick is not zero. I doubt he would’ve been able to avoid all the “performance-enhancing drugs” that were floating around back then. But I don’t like the idea of Chris Preacher being anything less than the perfect specimen I remember him as.

Who knows why he retired. Maybe he met someone who didn’t want him doing porn anymore—ew, no, I don’t want to think of my Chris Preacher with anyone who isn’t me. Or maybe he pissed off the wrong person and got blacklisted from the industry. There could be a million reasons that have nothing to do with his cock.

Either way, I do want to know why Chris Preacher quit. I wouldn’t be a true fan if I didn’t. He was at the top of his game, hugely popular and well-respected. Then one day, he hung up his jockstrap and walked away. Something had to have happened. People don’t just up and leave when they’ve got everything going for them.

“Hello? Sebastian?” Rhys pokes me on the shoulder.

They’ve continued with the conversation while I was obsessing over the state of Chris Preacher’s cock. Now I have no clue what they’re talking about.

Noel snickers. “You’re drawing up a mental storyboard for your scene with the old guy, aren’t you?”

“Shut up. I am not.” Though that’s not a bad idea. Definitely something I wouldn’t mind wasting a few hours on.

“So what were you thinking about?” Hayden asks.

“Nothing. Just, you know, zoned out.”

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