"He was about as male as male could be; strictly T.O. -- Testosterone Overload. He was almost totally bald, and sported a blue-black five o'clock shadow by noon. Tufts of dense black hair played peek-a-boo over the collars of his polo shirts. He'd sweat great wet swatches down and across his back and chest at the very mention of physical exertion. He turned me on."
--p. 204- 205
Chapter 52 of Larry Duplechan's Eight Days A Week: