HIS69-200 Teachin’ the Chicken
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Excerpt
Chris Adcock was free, fifteen, and on the road. It was a beautiful April morning and the wind ruffled Chris’s thick blond hair and penetrated beneath his thin Levi’s jacket and through his jeans. His all was cold and his thumb was out. He was headed to California to live with his older brother Tony. He shivered slightly as the cars on the New York State Thruway entrance whizzed by.
He wished that he was home in bed with his other brother Joe, but Joe had joined the Marines a month earlier and home just hadn’t been any fun without him. Chris had tried jerking off, but it just wasn’t the same as sex with Joe. He didn’t know why he was going to California except that he was in search of adventure and was bored in the small town where he had grown up.
He began to wonder if he was going to be able to get a ride when a long, sleek, silver, bulletshaped XKE pulled to a halt fifty yards up the road. Chris ran as hard as he could to get his ride. He had never ridden in an XKE and the prospect of riding in one excited him.
“Climb in, kid,” said the driver. He looked to be about thirty with short cropped dark hair. He was an elegantly dressed man wearing a velour shirt in a soft gray color and gray flannel pants. He had a lean dark face, clean-shaven and handsome in a refined, masculine way. There was also something a little sinister in his appearance, something that made the young Chris Adcock just a little bit uncomfortable.
The man introduced himself as Chuck and smiled a strange, secretive smile without showing his teeth.
When Chris had told him his name, Chuck asked, “Well, Chris, how far do you go?”
“I’m going to California to live with my big brother Tony,” Chris replied with fresh-faced eagerness. Chris had very little beard, just a blond peach fuzz on his cheeks.
The man laughed, a low laugh in his throat, and looked sideways at Chris. “No, that’s not what I asked. I said how far do you go.”
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