That’s how they met, really, in a parking lot sort of like this one over a year ago now. CJ palled around with a different crowd then, younger boys still in school like he himself was at the time, and he used to spend half the night hanging around in the shadows outside convenience stores, popping wheelies and whistling at the people who came in after midnight for beer or cigs or munchies. That evening he was outside a gas station and he noticed Richard the moment he got out of his car. While he filled his tank, he kept one hand fisted in his pocket, pulling the material of his pants tight across his full ass. CJ liked the way Richard’s sports coat looked pushed back behind his wrist. The fuzzy brown hair that covered the guy’s cheeks and chin, a contrast to the receding line above his bro
