He first gets rid of his pants and then my remaining clothing. I feel my back hit the sand and his familiar weight on my body. I leave a lingering bit... on his collarbone that makes him take a sharp breath, this in turn tightens his grip in my hair. He presses forward and I can feel him growing harder between my legs. This makes me arch into him, seeking that desperate contact, that need for friction - even the slightest of it to calm the boiling desire. He inches forward and I wrap my legs. I licked my lips and slowly pressed them down past his swollen head. “Ooooooh” exhaled Paul. I looked up at him and placed my finger against my lips, to ask him not to give us away. Again, I lowered my lips over his cock, enjoying the taste of him. I began sucking him fervently, using the fingers of my right hand to slide along in time with my mouth for added pressure and the left for playing with his balls. Paul had a fantastic cock, and as I pulsed along his length and pumped my lips over his. "You said two or threehundred, tops!"Zeke grinned wickedly and contrived a shrug of his broad shoulders."More work then I thought. The whole trans-differential mesh-gear wasshot."The pale, skinny young man spluttered angrily. "You... You..."Without thinking, the young man took an angry step towards themechanic...Clearing his throat noisily, Zeke spread his hairy, slab-sided legswide and 'casually' crossed his arms over his chest. Since the grimyblue work shirt he was wearing hung open in. Different guerilla groups were fighting for control of the oil revenue and payoffs from the government for protection monies. The oil production industries were in shambles; the operators and executives had fled for their lives; kidnapping was almost a daily ritual.Food was almost nonexistent; pets were being eaten and farm animals needed to produce eggs, milk and continue livestock production were being butchered in the field by the masses. What was once an exporter of beef, milk, cheese and.