The flow of air upon El's bare flesh, over his back, against his ass and thighs and calves, across his belly, in his face, made him aware of his nudity, driving home the fact that he was naked outdoors, about to be impaled upon Harlan's mighty prick, and El was aroused by the nature of the act they were about to perform in the ravine. Although their chance of being seen was almost nil, just the idea that, theoretically, they might be caught—that he might be caught, with a c**k up his ass, mounted by another man, equally naked, was intoxicating. His balls, risen inside his tightened scrotum, ached, and his c**k twitched and strained. He wondered whether Harlan felt the same way.
Taking his long, jutting c**k in his hand, Harlan guided it between the satin-soft mounds of El's glorious backs
