18. mr. mueller - Sick Sacraments
18. mr. mueller “Hey you!” came a grunt from an automobile as it pulled into the parking lot of La Bou Bakery. Martin squinted looking through the heat waves rising from the black-tarred surface. “You sun of a gun. Is that you?” came a yell from the red Fiat convertible as it drove up to the shade of the blue and white striped canvas awning hanging from the facade of the white concrete building. “Martin, over here.” Martin moved slowly over to where the car was now parking, stood at the passenger side and tried to place the face of the driver. “What the hell have you been up to? I haven’t seen you in years. You still live in the valley?” It was Mike Mueller manager of the Fresno Community Theater or FCT for short. Martin and Mike had been classmates and jack-off buddies during their high school days. Mike had often wanted to try anal intercourse with Martin during their budding pubescence adolescence, but Martin had ...