Under the Sahara Sun
“Is this sexy enough for you yet?”
They were on day six of their camp training. Out in the middle of the Sahara with the Moroccan Royal Army, in less than a week they had learned the harsh reality of being soldiers. It was moving toward late afternoon now and it was still sweltering beneath the slanting desert sun. Everyone was hot, filthy with dust, and carrying all their props back from shooting. Despite the fact that their replica swords, spears, and shields were lighter than the actual things would have been, it still felt like they weighed a ton. Colin had great respect for the Macedonians now.
“It's got a certain charm,” Jared was plodding along beside him, shield slung over his shoulder, his sword resting on the other one. His face and hair were covered with a coating of white dust, and Colin was sure he looked just as bad. They were both in costume, and Colin had never realized how heavy and hot fake armor could be.
“Charm,” Colin gave a high-pitched, nearly hysterical laugh. “Yes, you could call it that. Charm.”
“You're the one that wanted to learn what it was like to be a ‘real Macedonian,'” Jared said levelly. He drug the back of his hand across his forehead, smearing dust and sweat into a brownish paste, his sword waving dangerously at Colin and making him lurch to the side and scowl. “How you like these ancient times now?”
“It's not that I don't appreciate it.” Colin moved back to his side as Jared propped his sword on his shoulder again. “I'm just finding it hard to enjoy the experience right now. At the moment, I'd kill for a nice big sandwich, a beer, a smoke, and a soft bed with a television at the foot of it.” He made a face. “I'd settle for a proper fucking shower too. God.” He sniffed at himself. “It smells like something died in my armpits.”
Jared smirked. As usual, he was virtually unmoved—or if he was moved, he was hiding it well. “You smell like a man. I'm sorry you had to discover you have testosterone this way.”
“Shut up,” Colin was far too hot and irritable to deal with his ambivalence. “You smell like hell too.”
Jared leaned toward him and sniffed. If Colin had a free hand, he would have punched him in the nose.
“Mmm,” Jared said. “Eau de Colin. Can I have some? I want to rub it all over myself.”
Colin started walking faster despite being exhausted. He heard Jared cackling in his wake.
Water was scarce in the desert, so proper showers were out of the question. The showers they had were out in the open like beach showers, but with so many people you got two minutes in them. It was ice cold, which really wasn't a problem in the heat, but the frantic dash to wash and shampoo made things highly unpleasant and Colin had yet to do it quick enough to not have some suds left in his hair. The soldiers liked to chuckle about this. They had it down to an art and were usually out before the two-minute time limit. They explained, as they slid their hands over their smooth heads, that was why hair was a hindrance in a real army.
As they got in line to return their props, after which they would be moving on to the wardrobe tent, Jared came up beside Colin again.
“I don't think the food is that bad either,” Jared said. “I've already lost a couple of pounds. So have you. You're looking good.”
Colin said nothing. He didn't have a huge issue with the army rations, but it still left him craving something more substantial every now and then. He was trying desperately to get into the Alexander mindset.
“There's really only one thing I have a problem with,” Jared said. Colin looked over at him, curious to hear what Pippi Longstocking had to complain about. “This fucking tent situation!”
“Tent situation?”
“Yes,” Jared scowled and hoisted the shield on his shoulder. “I don't know how you're getting along with Erol…”
“He's a lovely man,” Colin said. “We're getting along wonderfully.”
“Good for you.”
Colin's tent had been nicknamed ‘The Royal Tent' because he was sharing it with Erol Sander, who was playing Prince Pharnakes. He was a great man for a conversation, never complained, and was very neat and mannerly.
“Jonathan's driving me crazy,” Jared said. “Do you know he's written two letters to Francisco already? He keeps them under his pillow.”
Colin chuckled, starting to feel better as they were now in the shade of the prop tent and standing still. “Does he lay there and moan Francisco's name all night?”
“Not yet,” Jared screwed up his face. “You know though, it's not even that. I don't see why you and I aren't sharing a tent. We are Alexander and Hephaistion after all!”
“I doubt Alexander and Hephaistion shared a tent, actually.”
“That's not the point!” Jared was actually getting peevish, and Colin found it amusing. “You can't even get a moment to yourself to jerk off around here.” He lowered his voice, inclining his head toward Colin. “At least if you and I were sharing a tent, we could take care of things on our own, without anyone having to know.”
Colin snorted. “I might have known this would be about your sexual frustration.”
“Right, and you're going to go a month without so much as jerking off?”
Colin shrugged casually. “This isn't about sex. We're supposed to be focusing and learning our characters and what it was like for them. There's more important things to occupy our time with.”
“Sure. And I think you're out of your mind if you believe the Macedonians never jerked off. That's why homosexuality was so popular back then. It wasn't a fashion, it was a necessity!”
Colin shook his head. He looked around at some of the other men, who all looked bedraggled, dirty, and ready to collapse. Colin was quite sure none of them were thinking about sex, or lack thereof.
“In case you haven't noticed, there are women around here Jared,” Colin said. “One whole unit of the stunt crew is female. So you don't have to be gay.”
“Maybe I want to be.”
“Well then, suit yourself. Me, I'm totally focused on Alexander.”
“So am I,” Jared looked him up and down hungrily.
“Would you stop it!” Colin hissed, moving away from him. “I'm going to turn my props in, get this damn hot costume off, then I'm going to the showers. After that I'm going to eat my nice simple meal and go sleep on my nice simple cot in my nice simple tent with my nice quiet tent mate!”
“I'm going to the showers too. Then we'll see how you're not thinking about sex when we're naked together.”
“I find it hard to get aroused when I've got ice cold water shrinking my balls.” Colin stepped to the front of the line then, the prop girl raising an eyebrow at him. He gave her a weary smile and handed her his sword. “Can I have something cardboard tomorrow?”
Colin maintained his stance on the matter of sex for exactly four more days. He spent his days practicing, riding, and filming, and at night he studied his script and worked on his Alexander mindset. He got used to the very basic meals, got faster in the showers, and went through two bottles of sun block. He was getting a nice tan though, which meant less makeup, which was good. Anything to lessen the heat. At least he had the luxury of an umbrella between takes, and an air-conditioned trailer to retreat to when things got overwhelming. He thought about how Alexander never would have placed his own comfort above his soldier's, how he would have endured every hardship with them. He decided Alexander was a prat.
On the fifth day he woke up with an erection that would have put someone's eye out. Glad Erol wasn't awake yet, he rolled over on his little cot and tried to will it down. It did go away eventually, but the effects lingered all day.
Jared had been shooting him looks at every opportunity and Colin had been ignoring them. That day, he made the mistake of returning one. He didn't miss the smug little smile on Jared's face as he quickly looked away again.
After that descended the cloud of sexual frustration born of deprivation that, Colin was glad to see, seemed to grip most of the camp and not just him. It seemed like everyone was talking about sex, mourning the absence of their wives or girlfriends, and trying to devise ways to call them or get them out there. Every woman in the camp was a moving target, and fights broke out. The men outnumbering the women at least ten to one, it wasn't pretty. Colin was fairly certain some experimentation started that wouldn't have otherwise taken place. Even Erol would sigh sometimes in the evenings, and tell Colin about his wife and kids back home. Colin was sort of glad he didn't have anyone to miss.
Colin behaved himself, until one night after dinner. The air was charged with hostility and sex, and Colin was feeling it as oppressive as the Sahara heat. As he passed behind the mess tent to go sneak a smoke, Jared caught up with him. It was dark back there and no one was around.
Colin didn't realize his will had slipped so much until Jared's body was against his. Colin kissed him bruisingly hard, his mouth tasting like salt and sweat. Their skin was clammy, sticking together as they pressed hard into each other. Jared's hair smelled like the desert. Colin had his knee between Jared's thighs, and Jared was rubbing him through his pants, his hand firm and sure and everything that Colin realized he had been craving. He hadn't dry humped anyone since he was a teenager, but need overcame propriety, and Colin's only thought was to find something solid to lean against. The tent, obviously, was out of the question.
Then they heard voices and had to break apart, Colin's breath hard and catching, his heart pounding. Jared slipped off into the night and Colin was left standing there with a rather painful hard-on. He saw Jared's eyes flash as he looked back over his shoulder at him, then he was gone. Colin went for that smoke, but didn't risk a wank.
After that, every time they got so much as a second alone they were on each other. They barely ever spoke during these furtive encounters, but it was always understood they'd meet again—mostly because they never got to finish, since privacy was as scarce as water. The frustration was ratcheted up to the point that Colin was ready to scream.
The closest they got to completion was behind Colin's trailer one morning, during a fifteen-minute break in shooting. They'd discovered that Macedonian battle dress provided easy access and ample cover afterwards for unsated erections. Jared's thighs were bare and covered with dust that turned to mud under Colin's sweaty, clutching fingers. Somehow Jared actually had his leg around Colin's hip, his boot heel digging into the back of his bare calf. Colin's back was against the trailer, his hips working, his cock rubbing desperately against Jared's through their skimpy costume shorts. They were both panting with the heat and effort, and everything tasted and smelled like sweat. Colin was just reaching that long-elusive blissful plateau when they heard voices.
“Fuck!” Jared swore. He wrenched away and Colin moaned miserably. They righted themselves quickly despite their frustration.
“We have got to get some time alone,” Jared murmured as the interlopers came around the corner. He pushed his sweat-damp hair back from his face. “This is going to kill me.”
“You're fucking telling me,” Colin bent over, his hands on his knees, pretending to be fending off heat and exhaustion.
Colin thought it might be better altogether if they stopped trying to get off on each other, but it was nearly impossible to avoid. He was messing up takes and making stupid mistakes in practice when Jared was nearby. He was not in the Alexander mindset at all, unless Alexander spent all day thinking of various positions he wanted to fuck Hephaistion in.
A couple of days later, an opportunity presented itself.
There was a small village about five miles from where they were camped. The supply trucks went through it to get out to the camp, and one had broken down there that morning. As luck would have it, it was also carrying some props that had been flown in from London, and unless they got them shooting was going to be put back a day. Oliver was not pleased.
“Listen,” Oliver had said to Colin, taking him aside. “We mostly just need the armor that they sent for you. You need a break. Why don't you drive out and get it? You know what it looks like. Take one of the Jeeps.”
Colin was more than glad to get a break, and he was grateful that Oliver had thought of him. He agreed to do it, and went quickly to get out of costume. While he was in his tent wiping down and changing, Jared appeared in the doorway. He was out of costume as well, wearing a pair of camouflage pants and a white tank. His hair was in a loose ponytail. “I'm going with you,” he said.
“All right.” Colin pulled on a t-shirt. He had a pair of shorts on already. “That was quick.”
“I heard you were going and asked if I could go along.” There was a light in Jared's eyes that Colin knew well. “Oliver said we could grab some of the other stuff since both of us were going.”
As they were making their way toward the road, Colin behind the wheel of the Jeep, he glanced sideways at Jared. “You know, they send supply trucks up and down this road all the time. There's not exactly anywhere to pull over.”
“It's only going to take five minutes, trust me.” Jared held onto the roll bar as they jolted over the uneven ground. They reached the road and pulled onto it. Colin sped up, the air whipping around him hot and dry, the going much smoother.
After a few minutes of silence Jared said sharply, “Colin!”
“I'm not gonna pull over!” Colin said. “We're not a couple of teenagers, for fuck sake. And someone could come along. There's not exactly anywhere private to park out here!” Indeed, as far as the eye could see, flat, barren desert stretched in all directions.
Jared was slumped down in his seat as far as the seatbelt would allow, knees propped against the dashboard, his arms crossed over his chest. His hair was coming out of the ponytail, being whipped by the wind. He was glowering at Colin.
“You mean to tell me,” Jared said thickly. “You've been humping my fucking leg for the past week, and the first opportunity we get to be alone, you're not in the mood? I think I've got your fucking DNA rubbed into my thigh, for Christ sake!”
“It's not that I'm not in the mood!” Colin squeezed his hands on the wheel. They were slick with sweat. “We just can't do it out here!”
“I don't see anyone!” Jared sat up, looking through the windshield. Little stones, being kicked up by the tires, clicked against the glass. “It's not going to take long.”
Colin continued to drive. He swore to himself he wasn't this desperate. He thought about humping Jared against the trailer and realized whatever dignity he'd had left him long ago.
“I've got an idea,” Colin said. Jared was slumped in his seat again, glaring out at the landscape. He turned his face to Colin, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
“What?”
Colin flexed his fingers on the wheel. He took a deep breath. “I'll drive, and you can toss off. It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before. Then on the way back, you can drive and I'll do it. That way we at least get out some of our frustrations.”
He glanced over at Jared nervously. He was staring at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Colin focused his eyes on the road again, despite it being straight and flat, and there not really being anywhere he could accidentally go off it and do much damage.
“That's completely depraved,” Jared said, sounding more delighted than disgusted.
“Yeah, well, it's the best we've got. If a truck comes along you'll have plenty of time to tuck it away.” There not being any doors on the Jeep, he figured that was essential.
Jared hesitated a moment, as though thinking it over. Colin glanced over at him again. “You better decide quick. We'll be there in a few minutes.”
Jared smirked and slid down in his seat. Colin saw from the corner of his eye that he was undoing his pants. “Your mind is getting more and more warped. I like it.”
“Just shut up and do it.”
Colin drove a little slower and tried to keep his eyes on the road. It proved near impossible. Jared, by all accounts, had always been completely shameless when it came to his sexuality, and this moment was no different. In fact, Colin was pretty sure he was even more excited by the fact that Colin was sitting right there.
Colin kept stealing glances. Jared was gasping softly, the sound barely audible over the whipping wind, but loud enough that it crept along Colin's skin like the rivulets of sweat beneath his clothes, trickling right down to his groin. Jared had his pants pushed down around his knees, his feet propped against the dashboard right beneath the windshield. Colin noted he didn't have any underwear on and figured he'd done it for easier access. His shirt was tugged up and his hand resting on his stomach, right above the line of hair that started below his navel, which was glistening and plastered to his skin with sweat. His other hand was working his cock.
“God,” Colin whispered, trying to focus on the road again. His own cock felt like it was going to rip through his shorts. The crazy thought passed through his mind that he wanted to lick Jared—his stomach, his thighs, all around his fingers on his cock. He could almost taste the salty tang of his sweat.
“Enjoying the show?” Jared asked, his voice husky. “This was a great idea, Colin.”
Colin didn't reply. The village was coming into sight on the horizon, and he willed himself to calm down. Maybe fucking like teenagers alongside the road wasn't such a bad idea. As fate would have it, they hadn't passed a single vehicle.
Jared squirmed on the seat, his hips arching. Colin could hear his sweaty skin dragging on the leather. He was gripping the side of the seat now, his head thrown back. Colin thought he was going to come just from seeing and listening to him.
“Is there a tissue or something in here?” Jared's desperate, breathy voice cut through the fog in Colin's head.
“I don't think so,” Colin's voice sounded thick in his ears. He didn't bother to look around for one, because he could barely move. “Just wipe it on the inside of your shirt or something.” Just finish before you fucking kill me.
Colin glanced over, because even if he hadn't been desperately aroused, he would have looked out of sheer curiosity. Jared lowered his hips back to the seat and cupped his other hand around the head of his cock. His cheeks were reddened, his eyes drooping as he watched himself, mouthing hanging open so his wet lips glistened. His nipples were dark through the white of his shirt and Colin's hands itched to grab and squeeze them.
Suddenly Jared gasped and arched again, and Colin made himself look straight ahead. From the corner of his eye he saw him writhing. He gave a sharp cry that made Colin's cock twitch. It was followed by softer moans and panting, and hard jerking movements of his hips. Colin realized his hands were trembling. He felt so hot he was dizzy.
Colin drew a deep breath when Jared finally slumped against the seat. At least that was over. Not that Colin felt any better. The village was looming well into view though, and he had to pull himself together.
Jared wiggled up on the seat, righting himself, his pants still around his knees. Colin looked over at him. He removed his hands from his cock, which was still mostly hard and wet now. He looked down at the hand that had been cupped around the head and made a face. Colin caught a whiff of musk on the wind.
“Hmph,” Jared said. With his dry hand he started wiggling his pants up. He licked the palm of his other hand. Colin had done the same before, hard pressed with a way to clean up. Watching him though, Colin felt an urge come over him, fired by his arousal. He reached over and grabbed Jared's wrist and pulled his hand over, then sucked one of his slick fingers clean. His skin tasted like his cock and sweat.
Jared smirked, his pants now up to his lap. “Yes, you can have the rest.”
By the time they pulled into the village, Jared had righted himself and Colin had willed his erection down most of the way. Jared sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“That was like giving a man dying of thirst a teaspoon of water,” he said. “It just made me want more.”
Colin hoped their business in the village was conducted quickly. They found the men with the truck on the outskirts of the village. People were gathered around, staring at them and chattering in their own language. The little stone houses in the village were built in neat rows, with narrow streets in between. Nothing seemed to grow anywhere, but there were animals here and there, goats and chickens mostly, snuffling and pecking in the dust and drinking from troughs. The people dressed in bright colors, shielded from the sun with hoods and veils and long garments. The air was pungent with little fires in which rubbish was being burnt.
In the cool, cluttered back of the army truck, beyond the thick tarp that served as a tailgate, Colin found the suit of armor he needed. Oliver had given Jared a list, and they found the items on it as well. They piled everything in the back of the Jeep. There were already men there from the camp, soldiers working under the massive hood of the truck.
“We'll be running by this evening,” one of the men told Colin, in a thick accent. “Tell Mr. Stone we bring the rest as soon as possible.”
Colin thanked him, and he and Jared headed back to the Jeep. He wasn't thinking about props or broken down trucks or anything else at the moment. His ardor hadn't cooled much while they were there, and it hadn't helped that Jared kept brushing against him, or that his taste still lingered on his tongue. Children chased the Jeep laughing and squealing to the edge of the village, then they returned to the road, Jared behind the wheel now.
“Your turn,” Jared gave him a saucy smile. “I'll keep it at the speed limit.”
The seat Colin was sitting in still had a vaguely musky odor about it. Now that he was at the moment, he was a little shy. However, one thought of spending the next few weeks in utter agony without another second of privacy and he started pushing his shorts down.
He thought he'd be too nervous to do it, but a few strokes, lubricated by sweat and a bit of spit, and his cock thought nothing of nerves. He bit his lip and tilted his head back, closing his eyes so he could pretend Jared wasn't there. He braced his feet on the floor, pushing back against the seat.
Pretending Jared wasn't there was pretty much pointless, since it was Jared he started fantasizing about. Not that he needed much fantasy at the moment, as aroused as he was. But the sound of the road and the wind rushing by, the jolting of the car, the sweat trickling down his spine—it was all a distraction, and he needed a focus.
He was thinking about Jared's mouth. Imagining the slick-wet movements of his hand along the shaft of his cock was Jared's lips. His other hand wandered restlessly over his groin and thighs. He wanted to cup his balls, which was what he usually did during the act, but he figured he was putting on enough of a show already.
The pleasure sharpened, intensified, spread. Fantasy-Jared was taking him deep into his throat, slurping noisily around him. Colin's toes curled against the soles of his sandals. Finally, at last…
Jared's voice drifted through the cloud of pleasure. “What are you thinking about?”
Colin groaned, pulled sharply back from the edge. “Come on, I didn't bother you while you were doing it.”
“I'm not trying to bother you. I thought it might make you hotter.”
“I'm hot enough already.” His hand squeezed around his cock, which was aching, begging for release.
“Know what I was thinking about?”
Colin figured he wasn't going to get another peaceful moment until he let him speak. He stroked his hand along his cock, keeping that knot of tension tight. “What?”
“I was thinking about the other day, against your trailer,” Jared's voice was low, murmuring beneath the wind. “Only instead of what we were doing, you had me turned around with my little Macedonian skirt pulled up, and you were fingering me.”
Colin bit back a moan and closed his eyes again. “Hot.” He tried to imagine it, but it changed to him against the trailer, Jared kneeling in front of him. Where was he again? Ah yes…right here in Jared's mouth, about to come down his throat.
Jared suddenly whipped the Jeep off the road, and Colin yelped, grabbing at the seat in alarm, his cock bobbing dementedly in his lap. The Jeep rattled along over the rocky ground, past scrubby brush, driving into the desert.
“Jared!” Colin yelled. But Jared drove on, not saying anything. Dust rose thick around the Jeep, making Colin cough and wave his hands. His arousal quickly faded.
At about a hundred yards out, Jared brought the Jeep around, pointing it toward the road, and brought it to a stop that made Colin lurch forward. He turned off the engine.
“What the fuck!” Colin said, brushing dust off. His cock was nearly soft now. “What the hell are you doing!”
Jared turned toward him, eyes gleaming through the settling dust. “Get in the back seat.”
Colin stared at him. Jared's gaze was intense.
“We can't fucking—”
“We're far enough from the road that no one can see us. And if anybody comes, we'll have enough time to straighten ourselves out. Now get. In. The. Back. Seat.” He spoke the words slowly and succinctly as he undid his seatbelt.
Colin realized he had two choices—he could keep arguing and never get off, or have his cock ridden. He glanced toward the road. It was empty both ways. He got in the back seat.
Jared deposited his sandals on the floorboards up front and made short work of his pants, which he tossed into the passenger seat. Bare, sweaty flesh clambering over Colin's lap made his cock remember its arousal. Jared straddled him on the narrow seat, facing him. Their cocks were nestled between them, hot and firm, rubbing together silkily.
“Lube,” Colin blurted out, barely remembering English. He kept one anxious eye on the road.
“We'll make do.” Jared answered. He lifted his hand to his mouth and gave it a generous lick. Then he paused a moment, gathering saliva, and spit it into his palm. He reached down and slicked it along the length of Colin's cock. Colin moaned, his thighs tensing.
“Don't worry, I'm ready,” Jared murmured, his hands coming to brace on Colin's shoulders. “Been ready.”
Colin thought he was going to come as soon as Jared started easing down onto him. There was some resistance at first, but with some rocking and shifting, Colin was soon buried inside him. Jared moaned in relief, one hand sliding down to stroke his cock between them.
“How's that feel?” Jared murmured, his forehead close to Colin's. Colin's hands moved to grip his hips as they drew up a little, then pushed back down.
“Fucking incredible,” Colin answered, mind and vision blurring with pleasure. “Oh God. Not gonna fucking last long.”
Jared started working his hips, slowly at first, long, drawn-out movements that sent waves of heat and pleasure into Colin's stomach and down his thighs. “You like fucking me?” Jared whispered, the tip of his nose brushing Colin's cheek. “Tell me how much you like fucking me.”
Colin wasn't sure he could speak. Somewhere he found the words, though short and nondescript. “I do.”
Jared started moving a bit faster, bouncing, sweaty skin making slapping sounds. “Do I have a nice, tight ass? Tell me how tight my ass is.”
Colin didn't have the presence of mind to voice that yes, he thought it was exquisite. Instead he moaned and jerked his hips up, frantic for more of the sensation. Jared sat up, gazing down at him. His hair was sticking to his cheeks and forehead, almost completely out of the ponytail now and tumbled on his shoulders. Sweat glistened on his flushed neck and in the hollow of his throat. His nipples poked darkly against his shirt. Colin leaned forward and latched onto one with his mouth, giving it a hard suck. Jared's shirt was wet with sweat, the hard peak beneath it stiffening further at his attentions. Jared moaned. Colin licked the fabric over top of it, wetting it further.
From somewhere deep inside, Colin's voice came rushing out of him. “God, I love how fucking sexual you are.” Indeed, Jared rose above him like a god, a beautiful god of the desert, potent and powerful, made of dry, heated winds of desire and sparkling dust. Colin slid his hands around and gripped the firm swell of his ass. “I love fucking your tight ass.”
Jared rode him hard after that, and they didn't need words anymore. The Jeep rocked with their movements, the props in the back clanging and clattering. The wind roared in Colin's ears. He screamed when he came, arching beneath Jared, emptying into him so hard his vision went gray at the edges. Jared was crying out, or maybe it was the wailing of the wind around the car, both seemed one in the same. When Colin finally came back to his senses, Jared was slumped over him panting, his hair falling over Colin's chest. Colin's belly was hot and sticky. They were adrift in a sea of sweat and heat and post-coital bliss.
Colin wasn't sure how long they sat like that, until the heat became too much, sweat pooling thickly in his groin and on the seat beneath him. Jared climbed off him and got back into the front seat. He located his canteen beneath the passenger seat—you never went anywhere out here without one—opened it, and emptied it over himself.
Colin smirked lazily as Jared dumped it over his head, down the front of his shirt, across his stomach, and even over his cock. The shirt clung to him, transparent now over his nipples. The floor and seat was soaked, but it would dry soon enough. Water glistened on his thighs and in his pubic hair.
“Looks like a good idea,” Colin said, panting. “Toss me mine.”
Soaked to the bone but feeling much better, they drove back to the road without ever having been spotted. Jared had his shirt off and tied in his hair, holding it all up off his neck. Colin left his off too, the cool water from the canteen warming in his soggy shorts. Jared was driving.
“We should drive to the village more often,” Jared quipped as they sped along the road, the dust clinging to their wet skin and turning to mud. Colin thought he would never be truly clean again. But at least, for the moment, he didn't feel like his balls were going explode.
“We've got a couple more weeks,” Colin smirked. “I'm sure we'll need some relief again before then.”
main page back next
No comments:
Post a Comment