Somewhere between Wade grabbing my dick, breathing warmly on my neck, and giving me a firm tug and squeeze, I made the decision to follow him out of the bar, to his truck, and eventually a secluded alcove outside of Wellmington, Texas.
In his truly whimsical and carefree way, Wade drove until he felt we were far enough away from civilization, pulled into a barely worn gravel driveway, and leaned over to kiss me.
He didn’t waste any time declaring what he wanted: my hiking stick