The last stall was open so I pulled the curtain closed, most of the way and turned on the warm water. I was washing my hair when I felt two big hands...massage my shoulders. I was stunned as they worked my sore muscles. As the hands moved down my back I tried to object but no words escaped my tight lips. But when both hands cupped my ass cheeks I blurted out," I'm not gay." You don't have to be gay to enjoy a little massage."I said no more as those big hands made me melt from their touch.. In the rear left corner I had positioned a sealed plastic shower unit. It was the type used in RV trailers. It was just larger enough to fit a body into. The low pressured water stream was driven by a battery powered pump. It wasn’t my favorite device, but it did the job. The rest of the left wall was storage. Their were plastic cabinets creating a counter top surface for the cooking area and food storage. It was barely enough for one person, but it would do for me.The best thing of all was. I was about to have my first orgasm of the day then and there. Seeing that I was about to cum, he held his fingers steady and looked at me smiling sarcastically. I slapped him hard on his left cheek. “Don’t play bastard. Three fingers inside. Now”, I ordered. He obliged and my pussy was so wet already, I had my first load of cum right then. It was my time to give him some pleasure now.I knew I was exhausted but I can’t let my man down. I stood up, made him sit on the couch before removing all. He thought about his brother and all the fun they had growing up together.The second night was a little easier. Near sunset, he shot a rabbit and watched as it roasted over his small fire, but could eat only a small amount of the meat. Any other time he would finish the whole thing and see what else there was to fill his hollow belly. For the past several days he had felt like the time he fell off his horse and his mother wrapped his chest, saying he probably broke some ribs. Tonight, however,.