Ray had such an impish quality, especially when drinking. Problem was, I liked it, so I caught up to him as he lay on that same memorial bench from before. When I got close, I noted he had his pants undone.
“No way,” I said as I stood over him.
“But it’s perfect. Nobody’s around, and it’s such a gorgeous night, why not have some fun?”
“I don’t want to have sex among the dead. I just don’t.”
He pulled out his dick, working it, and I knew he wouldn’t change his mind. He seldom came over to my side on things, which had reduced me to a master of compromise. “Suck me,” he said, waving his dick at me.
I looked around and, as we were well up the road, I kneeled and took him into my mouth. I didn’t expect his squeals with pleasure.
I pulled off and sat back. “Keep quiet.”
“Why? Who you gonna wake?”
“Hotel guests.”
He laughed. “Nah, it’s too far away. C’mon, do me. I’ll be quiet.”