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Justice for Caleb: California Series, Vol. 2
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by Ed Petty
California Series, Vol. 2
When Adam's friend Caleb is murdered, the victim of a hate crime behind a gay bar, the young man vows to find his killer. In this sequel to DIARY OF A TEENAGED HUSTER, Seth returns to help Adam seek the killer of his one-time lover.
Together the two young men track a killer and attend a murder trial
Strong Adult Content. Only for sale to 18 and older.
ISBN 978-1-61386-090-8 GAY, Murder, Mystery,
Although it was the late Caleb Conroy’s sky blue eyes and sable hair that drew me to him first, it was his sense of humor and southern accent that made me want to always be in his company.
I bemoan his assertiveness every day. I treasured hearing the regional jargon, with sentences that often ended with the word “Honey” from him. Vernacular like this: “Miss Priscilla’s wearing her upside-down smile again. She won’t be winning herself any pageant crowns today, Honey.” He used to call me “Miss Priscilla” whenever he saw that I was upset.
Getting a phenomenally in-shape body seemed to be effortless for him, too. I chalk up my being unable to readily achieve the same kind of body to my slower metabolism.
Caleb’s reply, because he knew how flimsy that excuse was, might have been, “Don’t be lazy, and get up. Go on. Work the flabbiness off of your ass at the gym.” His biting and sometimes caustic wit often motivated me.
I believed that it came more from his caring nature than from his being critical.
We met each other while we were standing in a line for registration at California Institute of the Arts in Valencia where we enrolled in its music and theater programs respectively.
We became roommates, and we were tight from then on. We never allowed embarrassment to keep us from telling each other everything. He was gay, and I think that was the most difficult thing for him to tell me. I’d already talked incessantly about finding girls for him to date and happily offering to console his leftovers.
I had been talking as if I were a guy who got around a lot, trying to impress him, though nothing could have been farther from the truth. I was pretty naive about relationships of any kind back then.
“I’ll need to put guys on the playing field since you’re batting for the other team,” I said.
“You could still console my leftovers.”
We both smiled, though his smile looked a bit knowing; I ignored that.
Caleb introduced me to an old friend of his, Seth Satterwhite, shortly before his nineteenth birthday. Seth had sand-colored hair and chestnut eyes. I knew him to be Caleb’s former boyfriend, and had heard that he had previously worked in the adult-film industry. Presently, Seth was working as a disk jockey. He’d been in love with someone else for awhile, but he and Caleb still remained pals.
Everybody enjoyed Seth, he was a fun guy.
My own predilection was, as yet, undistinguished.
Then, one day, I scanned Caleb’s amazing posture as he stepped from a shower stall inside our dorm. I hadn’t thought about him sexually before then.
California Series, Vol. 2
When Adam's friend Caleb is murdered, the victim of a hate crime behind a gay bar, the young man vows to find his killer. In this sequel to DIARY OF A TEENAGED HUSTER, Seth returns to help Adam seek the killer of his one-time lover.
Together the two young men track a killer and attend a murder trial
Strong Adult Content. Only for sale to 18 and older.
ISBN 978-1-61386-090-8 GAY, Murder, Mystery,
Although it was the late Caleb Conroy’s sky blue eyes and sable hair that drew me to him first, it was his sense of humor and southern accent that made me want to always be in his company.
I bemoan his assertiveness every day. I treasured hearing the regional jargon, with sentences that often ended with the word “Honey” from him. Vernacular like this: “Miss Priscilla’s wearing her upside-down smile again. She won’t be winning herself any pageant crowns today, Honey.” He used to call me “Miss Priscilla” whenever he saw that I was upset.
Getting a phenomenally in-shape body seemed to be effortless for him, too. I chalk up my being unable to readily achieve the same kind of body to my slower metabolism.
Caleb’s reply, because he knew how flimsy that excuse was, might have been, “Don’t be lazy, and get up. Go on. Work the flabbiness off of your ass at the gym.” His biting and sometimes caustic wit often motivated me.
I believed that it came more from his caring nature than from his being critical.
We met each other while we were standing in a line for registration at California Institute of the Arts in Valencia where we enrolled in its music and theater programs respectively.
We became roommates, and we were tight from then on. We never allowed embarrassment to keep us from telling each other everything. He was gay, and I think that was the most difficult thing for him to tell me. I’d already talked incessantly about finding girls for him to date and happily offering to console his leftovers.
I had been talking as if I were a guy who got around a lot, trying to impress him, though nothing could have been farther from the truth. I was pretty naive about relationships of any kind back then.
“I’ll need to put guys on the playing field since you’re batting for the other team,” I said.
“You could still console my leftovers.”
We both smiled, though his smile looked a bit knowing; I ignored that.
Caleb introduced me to an old friend of his, Seth Satterwhite, shortly before his nineteenth birthday. Seth had sand-colored hair and chestnut eyes. I knew him to be Caleb’s former boyfriend, and had heard that he had previously worked in the adult-film industry. Presently, Seth was working as a disk jockey. He’d been in love with someone else for awhile, but he and Caleb still remained pals.
Everybody enjoyed Seth, he was a fun guy.
My own predilection was, as yet, undistinguished.
Then, one day, I scanned Caleb’s amazing posture as he stepped from a shower stall inside our dorm. I hadn’t thought about him sexually before then.
