We finished our commitment to the United States Geological Service ... the Great Lakes Exploratory Expedition was complete. In spite of adversity ... ...nd certain episodes of sheer stupidity ... we survived. We ended with an enormous number of hours in our logbook ... and an honorary Bachelor of Science degree in Geology from the University of Michigan. The Geology Department found a way around our demands.Uncle General Harry put in the paperwork for our discharges. We were in for the Duration. He then gave me a hit of poppers and told the PR to guide his eight-and-a-half inches of uncut cock into my hole.I felt the big head sliding around my hole and felt my fuck hole dripping. Then he got the head in. I went back down on the cock in front of me and swallowed. More poppers and I was moaning.Slowly, the tall guy shoved his cock into me until I felt his balls nudge my asshole. He took a hit of poppers and I knew it was coming, the fuck of my life. The Puerto Rican held my legs back. " He needs a good spanking," she said, "and so do you." My face was burning. Laura smiled while I blushed. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm glad you brought him home. I won't tell your mother."I can't admit how many times I've played that scene over in my mind and in my dreams. "He needs a good spanking and so do you." What would that be like? Did she think my mother would spank me or would she do it herself? I could easily imagine this very pretty girl ordering me to drop my jeans and get over. Every day it drifts down like soupy ether. You struggle to see the top of the three-canopy jungle. Driving rain stings your eyes and you look back toward your hammock. Normally the complex labyrinth of trees, vines, and bromeliads repels all attackers. Only the fine mist can make it through the emerald fabric. But today, for some reason, the pattern doesn’t hold. The lightening flashes and the thunder booms. You turn your face into the hammock and clutch the cords, holding on for life. You hold.