That tiny word, undoes me. Just one syllable, but coming from him, nearly cracks my soul open. I still. I pull him towards me so his back is up agains... my belly and, sitting back on my heels, I guide him down onto me, letting him set the pace.“Slowly, slowly” I croon, stroking his back to soothe him, “push out a little where it stings.” He looks back at me, his eyes are hooded and dull with arousal.“It’s okay, nothing bad will happen,” I promise. My arm is around his chest, holding him. This river then wound its way north through the valley.The other side of the valley had an even higher ridge that spread for many kilometres north of north-east to south of south-west. The ridge he was on, curved around his valley and finally joined back onto the other ridge of mountains that then climbed even higher.On the other side of the western ridge, was the start of the grasslands and then the desert. The two rivers ran down his valley and formed a lake near the centre that then drained. He sighed, letting out his breath in a low hiss. I took quick two-inch strokes, slamming my lips into his jet-black, wiry pubes with each down stroke. ‘Hell yeah, white boy, suck that black dick. That’s what you young white boys are good at.’ The old man said, squeezing his fat dick. I would have agreed, but my mouth was full. At least in my case, this 18 year old white boy was doing what he loved best. I nodded in agreement and started taking longer strokes on the young marine’s magnificent. Yup, made sense now. "You have a wonderful evening Sandy, I am going to start my journey back"."Suit yourself, feel free to visit anytime your out and need a refill." Sandy said.I got back outside and the heat was disgusting, I was about a mile from Sandy's place when the bugs attacked, these were no ordinary bugs they were massive deer and black flies, within 5 minutes I was covered in nasty little bites and with no big spray I was sure to be a skeleton upon arrival!I weighed my options....1..