Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
FOREWORD
Prime beef.
The body beautiful.
And the image of himself.
Steve could not think of anything else that mattered try as he might.
And at this point, he wished he could.
He wanted to get out of the body game, to find something outside himself, something he could fall back on when he lost in the contests.
As he had just done. Again.
Which depressed him.
Which caused him to wander the night streets. Which caused him to go into the bar.
Because it had a poster out front, with the silhouette of a bodybuilder, biceps flexed.
Entertainment nightly, the poster announced.
And Steve managed to smile with dark, grim humor.
But that was before he saw Hump’s act.
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