Here goes...
Campus Hook-up
The pedestrian bridge about half a mile off campus was well known for being a prime cruising location. Parker leaned against a tree, his Ray Bans concealing his vivid blue eyes, his nondescript navy blue hoodie concealing his blond-streaked hair and his broad shoulders. Through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, he studied the men passing by the bridge, first checking out their physique, their walk, their hair, and especially noting if they seemed to be looking for someone the same way he was.
Nobody knew that Parker spent his Sunday afternoons cruising a bridge off campus. His parents didn't know. His friends on the state champion hockey team didn't know. And his girlfriend sure as hell didn't know.
Parker knew he'd be in big trouble if anyone knew he came here, or about any of the men he'd hooked up with in the last year. Melissa would leave him for sure, not that it would be a big loss. His father would probably cut him off and he'd have to scramble to figure out a way to pay his senior year tuition at the university. And his teammates... well, they'd probably beat him to a bloody pulp.
Parker tried not to think of the possible consequences of his actions as his eyes rested on a man sitting on a bench about ten yards from the bridge. Actually, he was more of a boy, probably around college age like Parker was. He had short black hair that was tossed carelessly by the wind, and there was an intensity in his face was intriguing. But more than that, Parker was drawn to the taut muscles in his shoulders and chest, even though he had a lanky frame.
