Jimmy called. Parents off to Tahoe, come on up. He had three ounces and tickets for the ‘Mo to see Joplin and The Dead.
I jump-thumbed to Santa Barbara, then scored a longy to San Jose. Dude was cool and we grooved right off.
When we hit the city, he parked on a back street.
“Something to payback, man?”
“No, we’re good, really.”
I could read the vibe and he didn’t stop me. His cock was strong and gave me a sweet swallow.
I kissed him goodbye and headed for the highway.
I wasn’t going up just for the music.
