Working hard not to make any noise and wake the other in the beds above us, I started to bob my head up and down on his cock… coating it with saliva and gradually trying to work more of it down my throat. I had never been in this position before, but in a homophobic time and a homophobic place, it was not in any way unpleasant. The feeling for James must have been good as well as the pumping then began in earnest… slowly at first, all the way out and all the way back in. Travel, fishing, beer… all the things that make for a crazy good Saturday during a hot, sweaty summer in Texas. My young cock had grown to its full potential by this time and my being awake could no longer be hidden.
