Having taken the job on a moving van after hitch hiking from Seattle, I shortly found myself in Fresno. Life was pretty easy with Ingmar, the truck owner, and Kyle, his nephew. We spent most of our time eating, sleeping and driving. The load of furniture we carried only took half a day to load and less than half to unload. I was eating good, and the terror that chased me through my dreams was growing less.

The job in Bishop wasn't very big. We loaded furniture that filled less than half the truck. I moved small tables, lamps, and boxes. Raymond worked hard. He broke a sweat, and he didn't complain once. Ingmar and Kyle carried the heaviest items, and Raymond and Kyle carried the smaller pieces. I took inventory, kept records and kept the blankets ready for the furniture. Ingmar mostly stayed in the truck arranging and securing the furniture to protect it for transit.

We sat in Fresno two days. Ingmar said that was the nature of the business. While in Bishop, I called brother John. He told me he had a letter for me from Carl. When I told him I had a job he was happy for me. He said Dad would find that somehow a bit redeeming, though he predicted nothing would spare me from the beating of my life when my ass finally passed back through the front door. Ingmar told him where to send Carl's letter so we could get it at a truck stop under his name. My brother promised he wouldn't sic the law on me or tell Dad. He kept his word, though Ingmar went up to get the letter for me.

The first thing I saw was a Polaroid picture. I seized it from the envelope and stared at the image of my love. I couldn't believe the portrait. He had on a green helmet pushed far back on his head, and combat boots with green socks sticking out of the top. He had a rifle in his arms at a forty five degree angle across his chest, and the only other thing he had on was those dumb green boxers. What I wouldn't have given to have had him lose those boxers when they took that picture of him. I just stared at it for a long time. I tried not to show my feelings. Then Raymond came behind me and snatched it.

"Jesus fucking Christ! This is him? Lord have mercy! He's a stud. I didn't believe you, Billie Joe."

"Give me the fucking picture," I said, snatching it away.

I read the letter, keeping the picture under my thumb. I wanted him to tell me how much he loved me and missed me, but he didn't say anything about our relationship or the time we spent together. The boldest he got was saying he missed me and expected me to be at the gate when he returned. I guess you must be careful what you write when you are a Marine, but the last sentences made the letter worth while. The picture made it a treasure. I found a safe place for it inside a pouch in my bag. That was the day I started writing him every day. I didn't mail them every day, but I wrote something every day. Even if it was only about my aching back.

We tossed a football around the second afternoon in Fresno while Ingmar was trying to get more work. Kyle took off his shirt and I was surprised at the muscles he had. It turned out Kyle was sixteen. I really had a hard time believing anyone could be that big and that smart at sixteen. I watched him move and something about him reminded me of Carl. Maybe it was his size. Kyle was a friendly guy, always ready with a smile. He even started being nice to Raymond after they had loaded and unloaded a truck together. I think maybe Ingmar told him that we were all family, and that meant Raymond too. For whatever reason, their relationship did get better.

Kyle was always bringing me a coke or sharing something with me. I liked that. He was like a big brother. We joked and kidded around, and while we drove, we played chess or checkers in the bunk. Raymond sometimes played and sometimes didn't.

It was after dinner at the end of the first week that Ingmar came to me. We walked off in the back of the lot, and he seemed nervous. I don't know why it made me uneasy, but it did. Ingmar was a bear of a man, but a more gentle soul I'd never known. He was always gentle, and maybe he had to be or else he would crush things. I just liked him. He was easy to like.

"You are quite a young man, Billie. You seem so much older than you are."

"Tell that to my family."

"Families are sometimes hard to understand. My father and I didn't get along. Kyle's father, my brother, is a hard man, too. He'll regret missing Kyle's growing up. Do you like Kyle. Does he treat you well?"

"Yes! Kyle is swell. I like him fine."

"I know that you and Raymond are friends, Billie. This is easy for me to see, and this talk is about that. I see you with him. I mean sleeping together. I know your fear from the man that did those things to you. It's not easy for me to talk of this, but I think I should."

I started cringing. Ingmar had seen Raymond and me sleeping naked together since we first started sleeping in his truck. He'd seen me holding Raymond almost every night. He'd never mentioned it. Now he either wanted in on the action or he wanted to split us. Either proposition set wrong with me. I really didn't want to hear any more. Raymond was right. They all got around to wanting it sooner or later.

"When I was a boy in Sveden, I worked my father's farm. I slept in the barn because it was easier than being around him at night. I was not much older than you, and younger than Raymond when I met Thorsen. He was a worker for my father. He too is sleeping then in the barn. It was fine, warm, dry most of the time. We got along. I guess he was twenty. I never knew how old he was. Old to me. It was maybe a month after he came to work. One night he came over and pulled the blanket off of me. He stood looking down at me. I didn't know what it meant. I knew he was fine. He asked me could he lie there with me. I said he could. I remember like it was just now happening. We ended up much like you and Raymond every night. We were young men, and we had needs all young men have. In Sveden, you see, this isn't such a problem, and so I am having no problem with you and Raymond, but it is Kyle that is worrying me."

"Kyle. He objects to Raymond and me holding each other? We don't do anything. Raymond's still hurting from being raped."

"No! No, never, Billie. Kyle is happy for you to be happy too. I don't think he's too fond of Raymond. His mouth you know. He can be pretty mean."

"I know. I hope Kyle doesn't take it personal. He's been like that since I knew him."

"No! Kyle, he's a good boy. I see him with you Billie Joe. I see Kyle's eye on you. I think he is looking like Thorsen did when he looked at me. I know he is not with a girl friend. He never has been much interested in things that he couldn't study or some good hard work for his back. He's a good boy, but almost seventeen now. I think there is something inside him going on pretty good when he's watching you with that eye I see."

"What should I do?"

"I'm telling you this from my heart. I do not know what it is you should do. I know it is not good he wants to look on you and sees you and Raymond alone together. He might like to be sleeping closer. That could be good for him. I don't know this, Billie. I only speak out of concern. Kyle is a good boy, and I don't want him denied things he would want. I know what Thorsen meant to me at the time. It was good for me. Very good for me! I like the ladies, now, but I'm so big and awkward that they don't see Ingmar. Only when I lift their ice box, or carry their couch do they see me as a man. Other times, I'm just Ingmar."

"Any woman would have a treasure if she married you, Ingmar. I've never met a person I thought was nicer or more gentle."

"I'm only Ingmar, Billie. I know no other way to be. It is me. That's all."

"You'd still be a prize for anyone, Ingmar. They couldn't do better."

Ingmar's big hand grabbed the top of my head like he did a lot. He hugged me to his side as we walked. There was nothing else said, but I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like with someone like Kyle. I then thought of the picture of Carl, and I couldn't wait to take it out when I got back to the truck. I agreed with Ingmar I shouldn't say anything about our talk. I didn't know what to do about Kyle, but I would do something. I liked him.

We went to bed late. We sat on the tailgate of the truck and talked late into the night. Raymond went to bed first, and I followed. I heard Kyle come and start to undress in the pile of blankets on the other side of the truck from us. He always slept there alone and out of sight.

"Kyle."

"What?"

"You okay?"

"Sure. I'm fine."

"I worry about you sleeping all alone over there. Why don't you come and sleep with us."

"You want me to sleep there?"

"Yeah! You're big and can furnish more heat. Gets chilly at night you know."

"Yes. I do know. I get cold myself some nights."

I listened as he put his pants on and came to stand over the pile of blankets where Raymond slept and I watched, thinking of an image Ingmar had given me from his boyhood. I lifted the blanket and Kyle took the corner and lay down just close enough not to touch me. I could still feel the warmth from his naked chest.

"You'll be more comfortable if you take off your pants, Kyle."

"You think I should?"

"I'm sure you should."

There was a little light coming from the moon out of the open doors of the trailer. I watched him turn over on his back and unzip and undo his pants. He pulled them down to his knees and then off his bare feet. The sharp white cotton of his briefs were all the detail I could really see back in the dark of the van. He lay back closer and I could feel his chest against my arm.

"Are you comfortable," he asked.

"Very comfortable. Are you?"

"This is nice. I've thought of this in the morning when I see you and Raymond sleeping."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I don't know much about saying things about ... you know. I don't know anything."

"You mean sex?"

"Yes."

"It's better to say what's on your mind than to try to keep it inside. I used to keep it inside. I couldn't take it any more. I had to get it out."

"You and Raymond are ... do you ... ?"

"No. Yes."

"No ... yes ... what?"

"No we aren't lovers. Yes we've done it."

"You are pretty bold with telling me."

"It's what you want to know. I like you. I will answer your questions."

"Do you ever have people tell you they like you?"

"Seldom. One. Now two with Raymond. I think possibly three with you."

"I know who two is. What about one?"

"Got a few days. I'll tell you about every minute we spent together."

"I don't think I'd like that. Maybe we can talk about three."

"Talk."

"I don't know what to say."

Raymond's voice startled us both. "Say let me fuck you and go to sleep. Will you two shut up. I'm sleeping here."

"Sorry, Raymond."

"It's all right, Kyle. You don't know any better. He does. I need my beauty sleep."

"You don't need any more sleep, Raymond," Kyle said.

"Is that a compliment I hear from the strong, silent type. You've hardly spoken all week."

"That doesn't mean I'm blind. Just because you have a wise mouth doesn't mean you aren't attractive. I'm quiet, not blind."

"Okay! Okay! Stick him in the middle, Billie Joe. That's the nicest anyone's been to me in months, and he doesn't even like me."

"I don't like the way you treat people."

"Get in the middle, Kyle," I said.

"You think I should?"

"He says you should. I say you should. What do you say?"

Kyle climbed over me brushing his long smooth legs across mine. The front of his briefs rubbed my stomach. He was providing plenty of heat, that was for certain! He lay flat on his back not touching either of us.

"On Three Billie Joe. We hug him to death. One ... two ... can't wait to three!"

Raymond and I crossed arms over Kyle's chest. I could feel him shaking. I was surprised that Raymond just rested his face against Kyle's chest and started going back to sleep. I kept my arm around his waist and wanted to do more, but Kyle seemed to be relaxing with us touching him, so I let the moment pass and rested my face against him and drifted off to sleep. I woke up first and was surprised that the sun was shining and Kyle wasn't gone. Usually whenever I woke in the morning he was already up and out. I never saw him still in the blankets when I woke up. I turned to see him in my position against Raymond. He still had on his briefs, but his arms were around Raymond and his front was pressed right up to Raymond's naked butt. I couldn't believe how beautiful that looked. They seemed to be so comfortable. I saw Ingmar walk past the back of the truck and I pulled on my pants and headed out putting on my shirt.

"You are up, Billie."

"Yeah! Just woke up."

"Kyle, he's still sleeping?"

"Yes."

"I see you got him to sleep with you. I'm happy it worked out. I'm glad I spoke up."

"I don't think he was sleeping with me. I think he has eyes for Raymond."

"He doesn't like Raymond."

"I think you ought to go take a peek. Kyle may have changed his mind."

Ingmar came back shaking his head.

"I thought it was you he had eyes for. You are so much more. Much more! I was sure it was you he wanted to be close to."

"Maybe, but he must have changed his mind last night. We did kind of lie all over him. Nothing happened. I mean we just hugged him. He seemed to be comfortable with that."

"He is growing up. I just thought I knew him better."

He paused to reflect.

"Raymond? That surprises me. Coffee?"

"Yes."

We loaded the truck that afternoon and the following morning in Bakersfield on a load going to Salinas. Ingmar said a good load was coming, but we needed to wait. The short, small runs kept us alive while we waited. Raymond and Kyle were both quiet and did the work. I inventoried the load and took care of the blankets. Ingmar took Raymond's place with the big items, but almost everything else Raymond handled without complaint. By dark we were well over half done. Ingmar said it was too dangerous at night, and we lounged in and out of the truck while deciding what to get for dinner. Ingmar unhooked from the trailer van and took me with him. We left Kyle and Raymond sitting on the tailgate, talking.

The chicken, burgers, fries and cokes were plentiful. Ingmar sat on the ground peeling off pieces of chicken and feeding a stray dog that wasn't sure about the chicken or the large hands that held it. Only the tip of his nose and mouth got close enough to take the food. Raymond and Kyle leaned on opposite sides at the back of the van. They were obviously worn out, but still managed to look at each other most of the time. Kyle had taken off his shirt while we were gone, and his chest was full and thick. His shoulders bulged from carrying furniture. His waist was almost tiny. There were fine blond hairs on his arms, but none I could see in the dim light furnished by a single lamp run from the house to the rear of the truck.

Raymond dozed after a time. The work obviously took its toll on him. After about eight he disappeared into the truck without saying goodnight. Kyle and Ingmar talked of family and friends. They liked to laugh together. I hadn't made up my mind if I wanted to go to bed with Raymond or wait for Kyle to go to bed with Raymond. I wanted to sleep away from them since they seemed interested in each other. No one said anything and I yawned and stretched while sitting on the now cooling concrete curb and resting my hands in the cool blades of grass beside the truck. Finally Kyle got up and said good night and disappeared in the truck. His back showed the same abundantly developed musculature as his chest, shoulders and arms.

Ingmar said good night and went to read in his bunk. I slipped quietly inside the truck and moved blankets to a pile where Kyle usually slept. I left on my briefs and curled up without a blanket on top. It was much warmer in this part of the state. Even the nights took time to cool. I listened for Raymond and Kyle, but didn't hear anything until they started giggling. I smiled but still felt left out. I had gone on the road to stop feeling alone, and now I was feeling very much alone. I wanted to get out the picture of Carl, but it was too dark to see it.

"We got bad breath or something," Raymond said, while I drifted in my thoughts.

"What?"

"Get your skinny ass over here where you belong. You divorce us or something."

"I just thought."

"You aren't as clever as you think, Billie Joe. No one wants you to be over there alone but you."

I could see Raymond holding Kyle's big arm as I stood over them with my blanket in hand. Kyle grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of both of them where they slapped my chest and stomach with their hands. They laughed as I tried to wiggle away when they started tickling me. I hadn't been tickled since I was ten. I was afraid I'd embarrass myself from being touched. We ended up wrestling, but being out-manned and out-gunned, I mostly tried to keep from being tickled to death. My hand slid down on Kyle's manhood and it shocked me when I felt the naked hair and then the almost hard result of our physical contact. I froze still holding him trying to see his face for some reaction. I was there. I wanted to know what he thought about it.

"You're naked," I said, shocked for some reason.

"Don't look at me. Raymond did it this morning. He said either to take them off or get out of his bed. I wasn't ready to get up, then."

"You didn't have any trouble getting up, Kyle," Raymond said.

"You're telling secrets, Raymond."

"Secrets? That's Billie Joe. He's been sleeping with his dick against my ass for a week. I doubt it is a secret when guys sleep with their arms around each other that it might be a sign something is going on."

"Nothing is going on, Raymond. Not this minute," Kyle laughed looking at where I held him.

I squeezed the item in my hand. I heard the sound in Kyle's throat. I'd heard it before.

"Maybe soon, though," Kyle added without laughing.

Kyle's had the same skin as Raymond's. It seemed tighter and was barely on the head at all. I expected him to be more reluctant, maybe squirm or move away, but he leaned back on his hands looking at me lying across his legs with my head on Raymond's stomach and holding onto his pride.

I was still contemplating my options. Raymond's hand touched the side of my face as we all grew silent at the same time. It was just a lot of breathing and the heat of the night seemed to be growing. I don't think any of us were really sure what we were going to do.

"We should put Kyle in the middle, Billie."

"What for?"

"We're going to make a sandwich out of him. What do you think."

"Make a what?" I said.

"Two pieces of bread on the outside. The meat on the inside. Sandwich. Don't they have Home EC in Minnesota?"

"You're nuts. What's Kyle say?"

"I don't have much to say right now. You're making it hard to resist."

"Billie Joe has that effect on people. He comes off as this innocent little boy, but he's always where the meat is."

"Fuck you, Raymond. If I had your experience I'd have to use clothes pins to keep myself closed."

"You little, fuck," Raymond said, grabbing my hair.

We started wrestling again and I only let go of Kyle after we shifted our positions so that Kyle ended up facing Raymond and I slid down beside him pressing myself into his back with my arms around him. He was even bigger when I held him than when I looked at him. I had to put my arm under his to reach around his chest. I kept on my underwear but my best part was pressed into the crack of Kyle's butt. I put my face just under his shoulder blades and liked the warmth coming from him. I felt comfortable and relaxed. I could feel Raymond's hair next to my hand as his face lay on Kyle's chest. Then I could hear Kyle through his back. The moaning was a vibration through his skin. Raymond's hair moved up and down against my hand as I could hear him slurping up and down on Kyle. I placed my hand on Kyle's stomach and felt that tell tale quiver. The more Raymond sucked, the more intense it got. Kyle was panting without restraint. His chest was like he was a man running. I slid my hand down into his hair and felt the wet results from the action I listened to. I let my fingers wrap around it, and pulsing vibrations passed on to me. I rubbed my front into Kyle's crack. I knew I was straining against my briefs. His hips rolled slightly, causing more heat to rise inside of me as his crack moved up and down on me. My head grew light and the warmth just rolled over me. I squeezed him and felt Raymond's lips on my hand as I stroked in small motions so I didn't disrupt the flow of Raymond's and Kyle's movements.

Kyle's rear forced itself back against me in a quick motion.

"You better stop Raymond. I'm going to do it in pretty quick now. I can't stop it. Ohhhhh! OHHHHHhhh."

I could feel him shivering and shaking as Raymond's slurping grew really loud. Kyle's chest took massive amounts of air as he gasped, rolling a little bit back on me. Then he took a deep, deep breath and his chest swelled up and he just held it as he shook more. I squeezed him and felt it pulsing out the liquid Raymond now collected with his lips pressed down on my fingers. I felt the hot liquid on my hand. Kyle blew out a gush of air, shook two, three, four times like he was having some kind of fit before his chest filled up again, and then he froze again with me holding his tight muscles. Every muscle tensed in his body. He shook more but didn't breathe at all. He moaned louder and more air blew out.

I reached inside my briefs with the hot liquid that escaped Raymond's mouth still on my hand. Holding Kyle's now heaving chest I stroked myself once, twice, and then turned my face up against Kyle's warm back and emptied myself in a heat I'd never felt before while doing it myself. I jerked and spasmed against him and held his body close to me as liquid squirted out of me and onto his crack and back as I rubbed myself against him. I leaned against his body to keep from falling into some deep, orgasmic hole. I pressed my nakedness into his crack as it pulsed, and slid into the warmth there while depositing more white liquid. I fell asleep pressed there in the crack with Kyle struggling to recover and Raymond falling quiet.

I woke up some time later and Raymond was in the middle and his mouth was working on my stiffness. It's not a bad way to wake up, but where was Kyle? It only took a second to put the scene into perspective. Kyle was behind Raymond grunting and groaning. I could feel the motion of him shoving himself deep into Raymond. Each time Kyle hit bottom, Raymond's mouth buried itself on my hair and me in his throat. I woke up the same way I went to sleep, extremely hot and dizzy with the lust that was in my heart.

"Oh! Yes! Ohhhh!" Kyle growled and grunted as his actions seemed hard and rough. "Yes! Yes!!"

He seemed to be someplace else. I reached out to touch him and felt water running down his thin stomach. I moved my hand on his chest as he thrust like he was possessed. The sweat ran off of him, but it didn't slow him down.

In another minute I couldn't continue to touch him. All my attention was once more devoted to my own passion. I held Raymond's face hard against me and forced myself as deep as possible. There was no resistance from either assault. He followed my demands and I drove myself and my love cream down his throat. He made sounds when he swallowed his reward, and at the same time Kyle started rolling and rocking hard as the sounds of his orgasm rang through the rear of the truck. I felt him rock Raymond with a vicious slam and then he shook while buried far inside. He growled deep in his throat and kept trying to somehow go deeper into Raymond. I could feel him pulling and pushing at the same time, while trying to plumb the deepest depths.

He dropped over Raymond and wrapped an arm over me. I slid my hand down to feel that he was still completely buried, his balls hanging low and empty. Raymond made no attempt to release me or to remove Kyle. We lay there for a few minutes trying to breathe before I once more fell asleep.

Later that morning I woke up with the light just starting to come through the back of the truck. I could see cars turning off a street in the distance as the blurring left my eyes, and I felt motion next to me. I rolled over and Raymond was on top of Kyle. Kyle was on his back and Raymond was slowly working his whole body in a slow rhythm. His arms were wrapped back around Kyle's bent knees and his back rested against his legs as he slid up and down on him. Kyle held Raymond's waist and his hair was a strikingly pale blond down there against Raymond's ass. As the two of them moved in rhythm, I saw the thickness I'd only felt the night before. Kyle was quite a bit thicker than me. There was a vein along the side of his that wiggled when Raymond drew it up and pressed it down again and again and again. It was like a snake appearing and disappearing out of Raymond, and so slow and easy like. Raymond's eyes were closed and Kyle studied the middle of Raymond's chest.

Raymond's manhood stood straight as a spike and danced from side to side as he worked. The head was out of the skin and dark, dark red. The pure white of his skin had taken on an almost blue hue. His face was angelic. I'd never seen greater pleasure on any face, a face that truly expressed ecstasy.

The motion seemed almost too slow to accomplish anything, but I was new to all this. Just at a point where Raymond sunk as far down as he could get, his body quivered and vibrated in a most exaggerated way as he ground himself into that blond, blond pubic hair. The fluid streamed onto Kyle's chest and neck in one long, continuing shot. Then more unloaded on Kyle's stomach as Raymond hummed a tune I didn't know while grinding his hips down. Another stream hit Kyle's chest and then it kind of leaked out of him into a puddle cupped in Kyle's belly button. He never once touched himself, and Kyle never touched it. Kyle rubbed Raymond's smooth thighs and pressed up into him. Raymond leaned hard against the legs and held tight.

He once more seemed to be lost somewhere a lot nicer than where we were. I still liked looking at his red hair and that awkward-colored manhood of his. I watched for it to bend and sag and for the skin to cover the head up like when I first saw it, but it continued to stand straight up after he ejaculated and never did bend over. It was a few minutes before Kyle moved him up with his legs, exposing himself to me.

"I was real close, Raymond. I need to bad. Is it okay?"

"I'm fine. Great. I don't believe you can go again."

"Me either, but I'm wanting to if I can."

Raymond slid up the length of Kyle very slowly. Up, up, up -- hanging and squeezing his buttocks, and then, when Kyle's fat head started to come into view the first time for me to see it all, Raymond dropped like a rock, forcing Kyle to groan and thrust up. He repeated this long slow rise and the quick drop again and again and again, over and over. Kyle's head turned from side to side. He gasped for air as his hips now refused to give Raymond all that time on his up motion. I could see beads of sweat on Raymond's face, and Kyle never slowed up. I once more felt my own passion starting to come back. I watched the muscles in Kyle's chest, arms and legs. He was like a well-oiled machine picking up speed. Soon Raymond just held himself up six inches above Kyle's hair, and Kyle drove into him hard and fast. Like the inside of a piston engine the stroke was regular and fast until a burst of air came out of him and he once more pulled Raymond all the way into his hair as he tried to thrust up while growling and grunting like some rutting animal. Raymond's eyes never opened and his head rolled from side to side. With Kyle still inside him he leaned forward and pressed his chest on Kyle's and wrapped his arms around him. Kyle's arms reciprocated as they hugged and shuddered and drew one another impossibly close while they fought to breathe.

I collected some of Raymond's love juice and oiled myself up as they fell back, virtually comatose in each other's arms. With the picture of them making love I once more had to meet my own insatiable needs. With my briefs on my knees and my hips in the air, I collected periodic scoops of sweat and cum from between them and worked it in to achieve the mother of all erections. I punished myself hard and long before depositing steams of the stuff in my hair and on my face. I was still picturing Raymond and Kyle linked together and caught in the madness of physical love. As I emptied the last of it, Kyle's hand fell flat against my stomach where the puddle had settled. I looked to see him smiling at me as he rubbed my juice into my skin. I hadn't known I'd been discovered. He was smiling as I tried to find some good air, and then he held my hand as I laughed with the pure joy of feeling so good and sharing.

We must have made quite a picture for Ingmar. I opened my eyes to find him standing over me. My briefs still to my knees. Raymond on top of Kyle, and Kyle still buried inside.

"Wake them. Don't let them know I came in. It's time to go to work."

He smiled broadly. "I see we've all done well."

I watched Ingmar walk away. Why couldn't my parents be like that? Why couldn't the kids at school be like that, I thought. Why do I have to risk my life to find out what life and loving is about? Why can't I just be myself without everyone making me feel bad about it? I pulled up my briefs and woke Kyle first. He rolled Raymond down onto the blankets under him forcing Raymond to wake up on his back.

"Again."

"I wish! It's time to work."

"Just a few minutes. Just do it for a few minutes," Raymond said kicking his legs up across Kyle's shoulders.

"We need to work."

"That's what I said. Just for a few minutes. Get your ass to work."

I was amazed that Kyle was still up to the task. I watched him pumping into Raymond as Raymond looked at his face and ran his hands on his chest. I could no longer see the wiggly vein, but Kyle's was nice, almost brown. I dressed and left the trailer before I could rise to the occasion again. I was almost raw as it was. But my heart was very full as my mind drifted to thoughts of Carl.


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