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283 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 4, 2013
Testosterone+Sports+Muscle+Cock+Jocks=Happier than a pig in shit (me). But I'm kind of f'ing simple in the fictional sporting arena..too. 
"You can go a long time, a very long time, without love. The mind adapts. The body accepts. You get a dog, or a cat. But. If love ever shows up, or even the promise of it, you’re fucked. You haven’t really accepted the lack of it. You’ve stored the lack, like a black hole, and the possibility of it being filled…sucks you in with its gravity. That’s why they call it falling in love. It’s scary, it’s a long way down, the fall could kill you."
“I’m gay.” Saying it out loud was a relief. It was over! The hiding, the worrying, at least here, at home.
“Well, you’re not the only one in the world.”
It was worth the hiding, the lying, the hurt. To be here, now, to do this. And to do it again, and again, as long as he could.
You want us to hit home runs, you want us to jump and run and do amazing shit, and we want you to love us, we want to do that for your love, and if it takes a fucking pill to do it, I’ll take it. Most guys would take it.




