This time of night the journey should take no more than half an hour. Within seconds he received a reply to his text, and broke his usual rule, by rea...ing and responding while in motion at the wheel.REALLY? IS HE STILL THERE? WHAT AM I LOOKING FOR?OF COURSE REALLY. TARGET WILL BE WITH ME ALL NIGHT. ANYTHING OF INTEREST – USE YOUR INTELLIGENCE FOR GOD’S SAKE. TEXT WHEN YOU’RE DONE. DON’T LEAVE TILL I SAY, UNDERSTOOD?YES, UNDERSTOOD.Mac sped through darkness, wiper blades cutting through the rain. The surge of blood into my love muscle stretched it's length down the inside of my pant leg. Lexi looked at my growing member, then my eyes, and asked if coffee was all I had come back for. I got up from my chair and walked towards her. My erection poked proudly against my slacks, showing off it's thick eight inches of rock hard arousal. Lexi turned and leaned back against the counter, watching as I approached. Neither of us had forgotten how intense and fulfilling our love making had been. The placement would be optional, but all of us would have it somewhere on his person. Malcolm told us he would be back later and left the table. The rest of us returned to the bunkhouse and we settled in for an exceptionally quiet night. Board games, cards, dice all were employed to increase our comradery until someone suggested cutting the cards for clothes. Each man would pick a card and the low man would have to shed on article of clothing. The cards were shulled, fanned out, and sat on. Never once did he force me to do anything, and that was what I found most erotic. He was making me leave my comfort zone. When the young waiter returned, I handed him my wet thong, and he looked at me, bemused. “Please, take them,” I whispered. “What…what do you want me to do with them,” he stuttered. I looked at Ben. What did I want him to do with my thong? An awkward silence filled the air. “What time do you get off work?” Ben asked. “In about an hour,” he replied. “Well…Scott, you up.