Chapter 11: Pothead
June 7.
12:13 P.M.
Sharon, Pennsylvania
Basker Road
My d**k craved some tight male ass. The guy to my left in the driver’s seat of the Mustang maybe wanted to ride my c**k. Maybe not. No matter what, I was willing to share my nine inches with him, whether he wanted me to or not. His looks were above average and I rather liked his deep-green eyes and curls of cocoa-brown. The guy’s lips were a pink hue, narrow and almost feminine looking. He was trim with some muscle, but didn’t have the shape of a trophy winning beefcake.
God bless the little fucker for picking me up ten minutes ago. My legs were starting to cramp and the sack on my back was beginning to hurt my shoulders. Both feelings told me that I wasn’t immortal, although I wanted to be.
The driver’s name wa
