“Your dad and I have done this before, plenty of times. Gay sex This was the moment to get real.“So, how’s it feeling? Carl got out slower, eyes scanning the treeline. I walked over, unzipped his tent, and said, “On your feet. Carl got out slower, eyes scanning the treeline. And rewards? He had the muscle, the frame, the restless energy of someone trying to be a man—but he was still looking for someone to show him how. Knowing who you are.”He looked thoughtful, a little vulnerable. Giving him what he wanted early. And now Carl would too.But what I hadn’t expected was how much Carl wanted it. His ass clapped against my thighs, loud and filthy. Stronger.But something else had shifted, too.He was becoming bolder, flirtatious even. We both stood there, side by side, pissing hard into the dirt, not saying a word—just staring.When we were done, we put ourselves away. A man knows how to control his urges, even when it’s getting hard. I lit a cigar, the smoke curling up between us.
