Trevor sucked in his breath. “4” presented the time to meet. Gay sex I’ll get your duffel bag out so you can dress.”“You’ll let me go alone?” They indeed needed to shop if Trevor was going to fix a dinner, but he was mostly testing again whether Tony was going to let him off the boat by himself. The third guy was good-looking, beefy, and fit. This left him bare-chested. It’s freer.”“Freer sexually?” Trevor asked.“Yes, it suits an active gay lifestyle better than London does.”As if to pin down where they were going with this, the man reached over and fingered the male-on-male silver key fob clipped to Trevor’s belt loop. I live alone in Amsterdam, on one those nifty houseboats that dock on the many canals through the city.”More signaling, as Trevor knew The Retro Bar was a gay bar. “4” presented the time to meet. He’d had hookups and short-term boyfriends, none of which compared with Arif, which was why he was dropping everything and answering the call, but he hadn’t had to sell his body for the last few years.He hadn’t forgotten how to hook up or lost his looks and form, though.
