/>I nodded. "And it tasted good."

He laughed. His chest was covered in sweat; it was close in the Jeep, even with the slight breeze.

"Want me to suck you?”

I shook my head. I realized that I liked sucking more than getting sucked. We got out of the jeep, drank more beer, and lit another cigarette. He pissed on the sand, a strong stream. Watching him do that got me hot again, a memory coming to my mind. When he had finished, just a few drops still dripping from his pee hole, I said, "just let me do it." I got on my knees and took his soft prick back in my mouth. I could taste his piss. As I blew him this time, I jerked off. He never really got hard again before I shot off all over the sand. When I had finished I stood and we looked at each other, and then started to laugh.

When I crawled into the double sized sleeping bag with my wife, I woke her and we fucked. I later found out that Ron had done the same. Since that night and even though we live so far apart, we have had the opportunities to renew our sexual relationship. But, those events are the stuff of other tellings.