Andre and me just bust up again, and myself blows a string of snot from my nose. Blankenship gives me a stare, and says “How the fuck you know what ur lil bro feels like”? Xnx I finish off my coffee, and drop the cup onto the ground. Turning back for a look—Dustin had now slipped back into the tent, and was on his knees tonging out my ripe hairy hole. Blankenship replies, as he too grabs his goods through his sweats. Andre and me just bust up again, and myself blows a string of snot from my nose. Johnny, stretching his neck sideways, mutters between grunts, “You—doin–me–next–Matthew” ? “What the fuck is going on in there” he asks curiously. “So how many”? Dustin continues his attack on Johnny’s flooded guts, and Andre and me just giggle, as we wipe up a bit and exit the
