My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out.
"Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down."ĭoug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. You need to let her cool down a bit-then fill her up. "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself.Ĭhris gave the engine a once-over. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!'Ĭhris was somewhat of a Twink himself. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Poor Doug had one other deficiency-he knew nothing about cars. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream.ĭoug had no idea how sexy he was. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream.