Dead Hungry
The autumn sky was bathed in an eerie red glow. The clouds, which were casting long shadows over the ripening stalks of corn, appeared blood-tinted. Hidden in the crop, on the day of his eighteenth birthday, Beau lay naked with a travelling man he knew only as Lou.
“Make love to me like we were really lovers,” he said as Lou kissed his neck. “I wanna feel passion.”
Lou’s whiskers scratched the soft skin of Beau’s cheek, but it was a sensation that Beau enjoyed. It was how it should feel when one man kissed another.
“And remember,” said Beau, “if I’m not completely satisfied, I’m gonna tell my Pa that you were trespassing on our land. He’ll come after ya with his shotgun. Remember that!”
Lou’s tongue and lips stayed busy on Beau’s neck, kissing, sucking and tasting his youn
