f*****g…old…fag. Who…the…hell…does…he…think… he…is? Denny’s thoughts were in cadence with his reps as he benched a barbell. His adrenaline was still up after his confrontation with Sam at the towel window. Denny finished the set, racked the bar and sat up, grabbing the towel and wiping his face. For the tenth time, his mind replayed the interaction with the old man.
“Hey, Dennis,” Sam had said. “See that boyfriend of yours finally saw the light and dumped you for someone who appreciates him.”
“f**k you,” Denny had returned.
“You wish,” Sam had rejoined, laughing.
Denny had held up his hand in Sam’s face. “Does this look like he’s dumped me, you senile old queer?” He wiggled his fingers to make sure the man saw the new ring.
Sam had hesitated before responding, looking at the ring. “Mi
