I handed him a bowl of rations—plain, gritty, just enough to keep him going. Tight. Gay sex He grew more talkative, relaxed. The boy looked at it like he was seeing something sacred.I raised the pistol, aimed at the first can, and with a calm breath, fired. I just let her sit back and enjoy our cigars.Watching him smoke that cigar, I realized how far the boy had come. He was moaning into the dirt, trying not to lose it already.I pressed against his prostate, and he jerked, groaning loudly.“Oh, fuck—Sir, I’m close…”“Not yet,” I growled.He looked over his shoulder, eyes wide and dark with need. The man commands the weapon.”I handed it to him. That was pride. No cell service. Fucking him over the hood of my Chevy Impala was impulsive. “Did my dad ever… do the same? Once his gear was together, I handed him a mug of coffee and told him to strap on his pack. I didn’t want him to think he could get this whenever he wished. I blew the smoke directly into his mouth, our lips close, almost touching. I shoved in deep and held it, watching his throat bulge around me.I pulled out with a wet pop, wiping the slick off on his cheek.“Turn around.
