Chapter 3

To be honest, he felt like a walking hormone, half-hard most days from just thinkingabout Mac. When he actually saw the man, Kevin needed a cold shower. He hadn’t felt like this since he was a teenager.

Not that he’d ever dated as a teenager. Not in the community in which he’d grown up. While he’d known he was gay most of his life, he also knew coming out in his rural town would not only bring on the bullying, it could very well cost him his life. He’d learned to hide who he was, fighting the desperate need to be true to himself because the risk of getting his ass kicked every day by a bunch of homophobic imbeciles kept him on high alert at all times. Once he’d started high school, he stuck to his plan of keeping his head down, graduate, and getting the hell out of there.