Chapter 10

In truth, Jim came at the very exact time that I had. His right hand worked the dick between his legs in sporadic motion and a spray of white sap flooded the rocky area at his feet. He left out a number of moans, sniffled, and clicked his teeth together while blowing.

What transpired next was not uncommon for a man of my stature. I released my cock from his ass, removed the condom, dropped the gooey thing to the rocks, and did what I went there to do.

Jim was still hunched over, draining his cock. The poor fucker didn’t know what was going to happen next. Didn’t he realize what a bad idea it was to pick up hitchhikers, smoke pot with them, and have sex under a bridge in the middle of nowhere?