From time to time, I gush about Aaron Travis: Writer of the BEST PORN EVER. Back in the 90's he and other pornster put out a book called Tag Team Studs. It is long out of print, and I've never been able to scrounge up it (except occasionally on Amazon where some jerk wants me to pay $80 American for it)or anything from it (excepting one completely awesome short story in an anthology). Tonight, I find out there's a short in the book called Pile On Matt.
AM I GOING TO DIE FROM WANTING AND LONGING AND DENIAL? Probably. Arg. This is the one time my pessimistic nature is helpful. I keep telling myself Pile On Matt could never live up to the expectations I'm *ahem* piling on it except that omg it's Aaron Travis and his other wrestling story made me all wiggledpants and that one featured a thinly disguised Vince McMahon as the main characters. Omg, pile on Matt. No other porn will do. Rooned. I will spend my life in want or 80 bucks poorer.
AM I GOING TO DIE FROM WANTING AND LONGING AND DENIAL? Probably. Arg. This is the one time my pessimistic nature is helpful. I keep telling myself Pile On Matt could never live up to the expectations I'm *ahem* piling on it