For as long as Boyd can remember, he's been pushing pins into a map. Carson City, Las Vegas, Albuquerque -- all places he wants to see, for a dozen different reasons that wouldn't mean a thing to anyone else. When he finally gets a chance to purchase the '70 Plymouth Duster of his dreams, at a price that even he can manage, Boyd jumps at the opportunity.<br><br>Oliver seems like just another kid with a broken dream when their paths cross in Vegas. Against Boyd's better judgment, he offers to let Oliver hitch along for the ride when Oliver confides the need to get out and get gone.<br><br>But isn’t long before Boyd realizes Oliver's reasons for running are more complicated -- and more dangerous -- than Oliver let on. Boyd doesn't like people who play hardball, and he definitely doesn't like people messing with a man who's managed to light a fuse that Boyd forgot he had.

Road Trip

Instead, Boyd turned his head that much farther into Oliver’s hair and breathed in cheap shampoo and sweat. “Sweet dreams, kid.”


A soft sigh began to suggest to parts of Boyd’s mind—parts that were not interested in hearing the suggestions in the least—that cognizant realization should probably be found. His subconscious seemed to flinch, pull back, and try to cocoon itself with the comfortable web of dream worlds. It was, after all, a land where the slide of a hard, warm body was doing amazing things to his straining cock. For what had seemed like hours, the sensation had lured him towards orgasm, only to still and fade and drop Boyd’s mind back into full-on sleep, only to be repeated yet again, and draw his interest back.


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