Chapter 16
I wet myself with spit, made things good and sloppy, then rolled Frank onto his side, got in behind him, and pushed in. He moaned and squirmed back onto me, and is there any better start to the day than a willing ass?
I did him at leisure. I wanted to be inside him for hours, slowly pumping as he held his dick. He never indicated wakefulness beyond the occasional low moan, which led me to conclude he liked being taken while half asleep. As I reclaimed my man, I allowed one thought of Bonner, picturing him passed out in some alley, having pissed himself.
Every time I felt the stir, I took my thoughts out on the trail, recalling dust-eating drives and the long monotony. In this state, I had me a long and most pleasurable fuck.