Chapter 2

Soon the ground grew damp underfoot, the

grass sparse and reedy. Mud squelched up between his toes. He found

the river by stumbling through cattails into cold, rushing water

that closed over his head and blotted out the world. Further

downstream he resurfaced, sputtering and soaked. Where the current

slowed, he hauled himself up out of the river and collapsed onto

the far bank. Gasping to catch his breath, he unzipped his jumpsuit

and eased out of the wet material. Then he stripped off the

undershirt that clung to his chest and rolled off the boxers that

suddenly seemed two sizes too small.

Lying back, he cupped his cold balls with

both hands and tried to rub warmth into them. When his body began

to respond to his own touch, his fingers slowed, kneading tender

skin. One hand encircled his exposed cock, squeezed the hardening

length, and tugged at the tip. One thumb slipped lower to rim

shivering skin as his knees spread apart. In sudden ardor, he rose