Brian’s uplifted mood didn’t last long, so two weeks before Christmas, on a Saturday morning, the boys drove again to San Francisco to experience more of the magnificent city. Jim said, “This will help you feel better. Only think of positive things.”
Brian tried to smile as he drove. “I never thought Dad would let us go. Bless Michelle for talking him into it.” A devious thought came to him. “Take your d**k out and jack off.”
“Hell, no! I’ve heard Dad’s stories of stuff he sees on the road, sitting high in his truck, people screwing, sucking, and playing with themselves.”
Brian licked his lips. “So? All the people that see you are strangers, and you’ll never see them again.”
“Sometimes you are a very sick and perverted puppy.”
They laughed and talked about what to see and do in San Fr
