Chris St. Jacques was almost eighteen and gay-in spite of all the stories he'd read where he didn't fit the profile; his family wasn't loaded, he didn't drive an incredible road machine, and he was neither effeminate nor the super-jock. He didn't hate himself, and while he didn't exactly bolt out of the closet, he wasn't in a state of painful denial either. So, what did he want? Chris wanted love, but that's tough to find. But that didn't matter anyway, because everything he heard and saw told him all gay men wanted was sex-and that he knew how to find. Looking for it one night he met Jamie...

Chris faced up to the fact that he was gay young man in spite of all the stories he read where he didn't fit the profile--his family wasn't loaded, he didn't drive an incredible road machine, and he was neither effeminate nor the super-jock. He didn't hate himself, and while he didn't exactly bolt out of the closet, he wasn't in a state of painful denial either. So, what did he want?

Chris wanted love but that's tough to find. But that didn't matter anyway, because everything he heard and saw told him all gay men wanted was sex--and that he knew how to find.

Looking for it one night he...