He undid his trousers and pulled them down over his knees folloed by his boxer shorts and sat down on the toilet seat leaning back feeling the cool ai... on his legs and balls. He pulled up his shirt and looked down at his cock, resisting the temptation to jerk it off as quickly as possible. He imagined being under the trees like this with the other boy and both wanking in front of each other. It was the first time that he’d seen another boy’s erection. He’d dared some of his friends to get there. Before he knew it she had him laughing and talking about everything.And the third thing was that Dusty no longer had more than one mug of Mead.He would nurse the one he had to about half a cup. Since it was cleaner than the water in the inns he had to drink something, but he tried not to let himself have too much.One other thing was the ladies actually got to witness a week later was what Dusty was really capable of...When they were more than half way there they decided to spend one last night. All thoughts were driven from his mind as Tom entered him. He gasped at the sensation, feeling like he was being split nearly in two.“There’s the tip,” Tom grunted. “Are you ready for the rest of it?” Carl began shaking his head, ready to plead for him to stop, but before he could open his mouth Tom shoved all the way in. Carl squealed in pain, tears welling up in his eyes, but Tom was far too caught up to notice. He began to pump away in a steady rhythm, making Carl gasp aloud with every. Twenty minutes later they were backing up to the emergency room doors. It was Thursday night, or more properly Friday morning, and normally a quiet time. I was immediately ushered into an open bay. Otis Burrstone, one of the officers who had escorted the seventh Somali to the hospital, came in. “Sarge, good to see you! How bad is it?”“They’re going to tell me that. Aren’t you supposed to be with the prisoner?”“Little Billy sent me here to guard you until anybody else gets here. He’s got Brutus.