Chapter 2

“Oh, sorry,” I said, sputtering as I tried to look away. Or at least tried to look like I was trying to.

The guy just grinned and kept on pulling on his tool—and damn if he didn’t have one mighty fine tool at that. “No problem, partner. Something we all do, right?”

I paused, suddenly hearing the edge to his voice. I’d heard that edge before, and my own cock began to get stiff upon hearing it again. “Yep, that’s mighty true, friend,” I replied. “Mighty true indeed.”

He sat up, the grin growing even wider on his stubbled face. I squinted into the darkness. Feller was nice looking, about my age, give or take. “Fact is, though, it’s more fun with two than just one,” he said, the words coming out all syrupy sweet.

“Meanin’?”

“Well now, I suppose if’n you help me out, I could help you out.” He pointed to the obvious strain in my britches. Truth was, I was surprised the material was even holding by that point.