“Ahh fuck yo—I thought I was ur only boi”, with a big grin. xnx Again, silence for a couple more minutes. I just throw my head backwards, against the wall, and let out a low throaty groan. If you stood just right—you could see dudes standing at the piss trough—but the showers and stalls were out of site. I have difficulty getting it in—he was pretty dry. We walk out together, noticing the two still in the showers. I give them a snarl as we walk past, and just mumbled “mind ur fuckin buisiness”
After a couple of minutes of walking back to the camp, I turn to my right, and then left, and then stop and turn around. “Wanna smell it better” I ask real sheepish like. Those that rode yesterday would be pretty worn out, and would most likely sleep late.




















