What happens to the self-image of a young man and his sex life when one morning he wakes up to see his good looks changed for the worse? Three twenty-something gay friends—an embalmer, a coach in the movement, and a literary agent—find the answer when one night they hit a club's wrong patron.
Todd, Fallon, and Jake, aka the Hunt Club, believe they're hot pretty damned. As a result, their standards are appallingly superficial for valuable hook-ups. The men aren't total jerks; in perspective they just need an adjustment. And in spades, they get it from a mysterious stranger who is sick to see his beautiful partner pawed with dawgs.
For the hideous rashes that erupt on the trio overnight, there is no medical explanation. Doctors can't even detect it, much less cure it. Nevertheless, the mirrors of the Hunt Club reflect ravaged faces, and the beautiful, toned guys they usually pursue shun them now.
As the vulnerability that is always lurking beneath their vanity is beginning to surface, Todd, Fallon, and Jake are beginning to see themselves and potential partners in a new light. Little did they know that in the eyes of three ordinary men who were overlooked on the sidelines of their lives, it was always the heart that mattered much more than the hot.... Read More