Chapter 5
“You hungry?” I asked Frank.
“Nope. Thirsty, though.”
As we sat passing the bottle between us, I considered I should extract information on the gang, but as the whiskey warmed me, I let that slide. Instead, I stretched out and looked up at the trees. “Nice out this way,” I offered. “That desert wears thin after a time.”
“All a man needs,” said Frank, who rolled toward me to pull out his dick. I reached down and took hold.
“All a man needs,” I repeated, and kissed him as I tugged his stiffening cock. A couple minutes of this and I grew impatient. “Strip off,” I commanded, sitting up.
He hopped to his feet and gave me a show I didn’t expect, dancing as he pulled away clothes. When down to drawers, he turned his back to me, bent over, and bared his bottom, then wiggled side to side.
“You’re gonna get it,” I said as I stripped.
“That a promise?”
“More a threat.”