He pushed back onto me as I added another, scissoring gently at first, then faster, rougher. Time to get your arse in gear.” He jumped to attention, clearly scrambling to shake off sleep.He was naked. Gay porn About me. About me. It’s getting cold. No cell service. “Thank you, Sir. He looked tired, but there was something different about him—more energy than the day before. He wasn’t just taking my cock. “Yeah. He moaned with every thrust, hands gripping the ground, back arched just for me. Maybe the hard work was starting to sink in.We followed the routine: pitched the tents, started a fire, ate the meager rations, then cracked open a couple of beers and lit cigars. The boy was hungry in more ways than one.We continued the hike mostly in silence, though now and then I talked to him about what it meant to be a man. Missed.“That’s alright, boy,” I said. I watched him closely as he caught sight of the cigars, the pistol tucked in the bottom.
