We had just passed a sign that read Lockbury—two miles, a small riverside community populated by Mormons.
Sander looked over at me and said, “I miss the kid. I’ll share him with you two. We can stay a few hours, fuck him, and then we can move on. Think of it as a little gift from me to you.” Following his spiel, he let out a burst of laughter, which caused me to feel awkward beside him.
Lewis lifted his head from his haiku, listening.
Sander said, “Trust me, Parke likes foursomes. The more come he has in his ass, the happier the guy is.”
I grunted, satisfied. Parke was a good-looking kid with a power bottom. I couldn’t have been more ready for him. I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck him, though, since I had had such an exciting time with Dusty. Life turned at the spur of the moment, and I presume that’s exactly what happened. Any other time, I would have jumped on Parke’s ass and railed the guy like no tomorrow.