It's June 1972, and the Vietnam War overshadows Ed Sorenson's life. He's barely out of high school, and there's nothing ahead of him except war and death. On a whim, he packs up his old station wagon with California in mind. He invites his friend Sammy to join him on his journey, never expecting the other man to jump at the chance.<br><br>The station wagon barely makes it as far as Nevada. It dies on the shoulder during a freak summer thunderstorm, trapping the two young men and giving them no choice but to face the secrets they've been hiding, the fears they've been harboring, and the desire they can barely keep at bay.

A Busted Afternoon

“It’s just…it seems like that could hurt. And I don’t want to hurt you.”


Sammy smiled. “Which is a refreshing change from when you punched me in the face.”


“I know.” He spit in his palm and spread it over Ed’s cock, which was still slick from his come. Sammy hoped that would be enough to help ease his way. “And I forgive you. But I don’t think I’m in any danger of being really hurt.”


Sammy fisted Ed’s shaft, squeezing the hard flesh. “Don’t you want to find out how tight my ass is?”


“Then we don’t have a problem here. We both want the same thing.”


Sammy could still see some doubt in Ed’s eyes, but his protests had stopped. He had the feeling that once he actually sank down on Ed’s cock, all warnings and concerns would completely flee his mind. In fact, they would probably flee both of their minds.


Chapter 12