Eon’s breath became short, and his thrusts became more urgent. This was fine with Dustan who was still embarrassed by his earlier semi erection at the mere feel of Eon’s breath. On each corner was hosted a tower looming up into the darkness capped with an ominous looking parapet. Standing outside of his car was a man dressed in rags. The mixture of fear and excitement was more than Dustan could handle and as Eon thrust forward with one more mighty blow, he grabbed Dustan’s hips and drug him back against him. Dustin thought that the road would be the perfect place for him to do himself in and end the cruelty he had to call his life. It would traumatize them for life. Dustan involuntarily swallowed as his eyes followed the mat of hair across his chest, down his rippled stomach, past his perfect circular naval, only to disappear behind the white towel covering him from the waist to his thighs.
