open mouths, cries of passion, and slitted eyes.

Jamison and the hairy man were keeping the same rhythm and tempo, almost as if they were doing so on purpose, and I knew exactly the point at which my pain was overridden by the pleasure of this wild fuck, because my emotions were being exactly mirrored in the eyes of that young man across the glass canyon divide. Everything was all right now. No, more than all right—ecstasy. I was having the hot ride of my life, and it was only being enhanced because I saw that my young counterpart was also having the hot ride of his life. I writhed and moaned and slammed my hips back to meet each thrust of Jamison, just as the young man was doing to his hairy attacker.

And I knew exactly when Jamison would release and flood my insides with his rich cream because I could see the point of release in the eyes of the hairy man. And my mouth joined that of the young man in my cry of joy at being filled so fully and so deeply.

Jamison collapsed onto my back, and the hairy man collapsed against the young man onto the window across the canyon. The hairy man lifted a hand to the young man’s cheek and turned his face fully to the window, making the young man’s eyes latch onto mine for a last time. Jamison was doing the same to me, and I could see the hairy man whispering in his young lover’s ear just as Jamison whispered in mine.

“See that man over there, the hairy one?” Jamison whispered. “That’s my pal Ned Treadwell. He and I planned this little mirroring encounter for you and his young employee. I hope you liked it.”

I’ll never be able to fully tell Jamison just how hot this glass canyon connection was for me.