Wishing I was that saddle. Mr. Gay sex John would always have a hilarious comeback as if he had no clue why it was so stupid, turning it around on Rick as If he had missed the whole point. Bill ask me if I had ever gone camping before. I just laughed and laughed. “Yeah, I guess so” I answered, still noticeably unenthusiastic. I began to rub my hard dick through my black boxer brief underwear slit, and he reached over between us, and grabbed my inner thigh, and then pulled me closer to him. I laid back and let him molest me. It was like he was trying to read me. It didn’t seem like the best way to spend a Saturday, riding on a sweaty horse and being scared shitless the whole time. Here have a seat” he said waving me over as I watched him sit on the edge of the blanket take off his cowboy hat, and pull off his boots one by one. Bill. We had all grown up in the south, from middle class rural white families, and it just seemed like a natural adventure for a college boy to go on. I also thought about the possibility that he might have been lonely out here growing up, and
