I just grin—we had each killed about a 6 pac during the course of the night. Fisting my cockhead with my shit made it leap again—pretty much anything foul and disgusting turned me on, lol. XXX “God damm homie you fuckin stink”! Those that rode yesterday would be pretty worn out, and would most likely sleep late. It was only about 5:00 AM. As I stand up and pull up my moto pants, I notice the large puddle on the floor. The sun looked awesome as it slowly began to rise above the lake. Early risers—some of the guys showered up every day, even twice if they got real dirty. Running my tongue around for a minute, I get him pretty well lubed up. A few, including myself, engaged in the ‘funk contest’. “Where you goin fag—clean up ur mess” I bark at him.
