Chapter 10
“Shithole,” I said.
“This area,” he indicated with a sweep of the arm. “Do your business up here, keep camp clean, such as it is.”
“Anything else?”
He was upon me, grinding his privates against mine as he backed me away from the putrid spot. “Let me fuck you,” he said. “I can’t stand not to.”
He got his dick out and was such a sight that I dropped pants and drawers, turned, and braced myself against the rocky canyon wall. And there I took a good one from him. He was rough and quick, which I liked after all our earlier play. Soon as he came, I flipped around, shoved my cock into his mouth, and had him suck me dry. We then buttoned up and walked back to the others.
Rath was a wonder with a Dutch oven, reminding me of those early days on the cattle trail. He dumped cans of who-knows-what into the pot, added salt pork, set it on the boil, and made biscuits. We ate hearty, which was a pleasant surprise.
“You been on the trail?” I asked Rath.