I savored the sweet and spicy cum that still lingered in my mouth and I lapped up the drops that had spilled on to the shrinking gun from which they had been unleashed. . Soon, his flaccid glistening dick lay comparatively languid astride his right hip, still posing a striking presence. He moved his head back on the soft bed and raised his face toward the headboard basking in sensual relaxation. "Hhmmmm, that was incredible!"

"I am not finished with you yet." I spoke with an element of control. I sauntered into the adjoining bathroom and gathered up tissues. After cleaning him about his genitals and legs, I told him not to move from where he lay. I told him that I would retrieve just enough supplies from the car for our next session. On the way out, I noticed that in the haste to commence our escapades in eros, we had left both the front door of the cabin and the bedroom door open. We were lucky that no one had entered and caught us in our passion play.

Closing the bedroom door behind me, I heard him almost drunkenly slur, "I don't fucking believe this is happening."

I smiled as I thought, "He hasn't seen anything yet. I am just warming up." Opening the swing door at the back of the SUV, I realized I would have to make two trips. We had bought several six packs of bottled beer and the first order of business was to get them out of the vehicle and into the fridge in the cabin before they go "skunk". Finally organized to my satisfaction, I opened the door to the ridiculous scene of my intimate friend with his bare midriff and legs hanging over the end of the bed, his jeans and boxers pulled down to his cowboy boots, as if he were lounging on some bizarre reclining Roman toilet. I forced back a snicker as I handed him one of two not quite cold beers.

"Hey Blonde, good man. I almost forgot about these brewskies. I thought I heard you rattling some bottles around. What's next on your menu?"

I gazed at him for a half a minute taking a swig before announcing, "Let's get these boots off." My new friend was pedestaled with two large feet and I was going to need to be seated to wrench his boots off. I reached for one of the rustic limb crafted chairs in the room and seated myself directly across from him. His right foot in my lap first, I gave a great tug, but the cumbersome footwear did not budge.

"Whoa there, buddy. You don't know much about boots,