"Sure, hop in. I'm going that way," I responded. He immediately opened the door and got in. I started driving. He scooted his seat back to accommodate...his long legs and got comfortable. He then turned to me and said, "Thanks, for picking me up. I got left out here by my slave." I thought he was making some sort of joke or I misheard him. I really didn't know how to respond so I just waited for him to clarify what he said."The little whore was supposed to drive me out here in the middle of. Once more I filled Julian’s glass.“I wasn’t trying to look like anything other than myself, I mean, this part of myself.”“And he did, Dad,” Harper put in. “He looked great.”Harper leaned over to kiss Julian.“Anyway,” Julian continued, “I got asked to dance by a fairly cute guy right off.”Julian shook his head in disgust or disappointment.“We danced kind of apart and kind of together, but when he grabbed my boob ‘by accident’ I decided that was it. Lucky he didn’t reach between my legs. Even. Most of the morning was spent thoroughly inspecting and cleaning the rifle and replacing the selector switches and internals so I could select single shot, three shot bursts, or full automatic, and filling magazines. I repeated the process with my M9 pistol filling an additional eight magazines. In the afternoon, I dug out the maps for the Caballo Mountain gold sites and packed for a thirty-day trip including MREs.Following a good night’s sleep, I took a last look around before turning. I dropped to my knees and put my mouth close to it. I licked it under the head and then rolled my tongue around the head. I could hear the guy groan with pleasure as I slid my lips down to the bottom.Then I bobbed up and down on it for what seemed like a couple of minutes. With each stroke, I realized more and more that I loved doing this. Maybe it was penis envy, (something more than my pecker) maybe I realized I was gay, I wanted to finish this guy off, but he pulled out and walked out of his.