I realise how less I really know about Milan. I don't even know where he lives, I only know he lives relatively close to me. "It's almost one PM and w...'re still wearing all our clothes!" Milan suddenly exclaims happily. I laugh. "That must be a record for us." The boy shrugs and pouts. "Not sure if I like it." I try to look confused, but I burst into laughter instead."What's wrong?" Milan asks while laughing as well."Nothing. I tries to remind you, very seriously, that you liked me in clothes.". Even in this fleeting moment of infidelity, I notice the flash of insight in your eyes.Suddenly, from the darkest parts of my soul, a tidal wave of devastating magnitude arises and hits me without warning, drowning my body and mind with a drug-like overdose of dopamine. My body collapses on yours, my fists involuntarily clench the bedsheets, my nails tear them apart and my voice screams bloody murder from the sheer intensity of the orgasm that hits me. For the eternity of a split second, my. .. or in this case a 'pickle park', a cruising area for local and tranient gay and bi-men looking for a quick NSA hook-up. Hell, so was I. I was all nice and clean from the shower I'd had an hour ago at a fuel stop, and I was ready for almost anything now. I waited for a bit and sure enough, a girl walked up beside my truck from out of the shadows, and asked me for a light for her cig. Her voice gave him/her away, and we chatted for a little while. Shortly, we were in the sleeper of my Pete,. "You're a good man, Jeb ... um ... keep up the good work."Cassie inwardly cringes at the lameness of her words when he was likely expecting some sort of divine revelation. Yet he beams anyway and nods. "Thank you. Thank you, Lord. And don't you worry, you'll see old Jeb right in the front pew from now on come Sunday morning!"Cassie forces a smile and nods. "Very good. And now I will take my leave. Um, thank you for your time."She lets go, and the tether snaps her back into the line. Her angelic.