Two young men from very different backgrounds end up roommates at a state college in west Texas in the latter part of the turbulent sixties. Riki is the black sheep of a wealthy family, on his third and final chance to avoid the draft or disinheritance. His big dream is to be a hot guitarist with a rock band, and he has a weakness for recreational drugs that make him feel better about himself. Jerry is a true son of Bible Belt America, happy to be able to go to college and perhaps rise above the lower middle class level of his family. The two form an unlikely friendship that develops into a deeper bond as they experience drugs, sex, and rock n' roll in their heyday.

Midnight Cowboys

It felt good, a lot better, Jerry had to admit, than jacking himself off. Then when Riki’s lips encompassed him and began to suck, it felt real fine. All at once, the vague reasons for not giving in to his gay impulses dimmed and faded away. He’d told himself sucking cock wasn’t really being queer. And what the hell. What if the preacher at home condemned “crimes against nature” and all that kind of shit? It was the sixties now, and the motto of the day was, “If it feels good, do it.” For sure, this felt realgood.


He tilted his head back, shut his eyes and gave up to the flood of sensations. Oh yeah. Oh, man. Hardly realizing what he did, he grabbed a handful of Riki’s thick, long hair and dug his fingers into the wavy mass. Riki mumbled something. Coming from around a mouthful of dick, the words blurred. Already Jerry was too far gone to care.


Chapter 10