Filthy Bromance

It's totally normal for two straight guys to do this when they're alone, right?

That's what I keep telling myself after I meet Reggie. I'm a pro tennis player, and I usually spend my life on the court. But an embarrassing injury in the middle of the US Open sidelined my career, landing me in the hands of my new athletic trainer.

Reggie is a big old jock with an easy smile, and my grumpy butt has never met anyone like him. We start hanging-at the gym and at his place, on the tennis court and out at the bar. I haven't had a real friend in years, and Reggie's big heart warms me deep inside. He finds something I've tried to keep buried, and when we end up sweaty in a hotel bed one night, my world turns upside down.

Then comes the cabin weekend, and all the long massages at the gym . . . Reggie gets his big hands all over me, and I can't stop thinking about him. It's chill, though, because we're a couple of straight guys, and this is just a bromance.

A sweaty, grunty, sticky bromance.

It can't be more than that, not with my tennis career waiting-and no matter what my heart insists.

Contains mature themes.