George was shivering after his early morning bath in the Creek. He crept back across the fields in the watery first light of dawn. A few camps were already stirring, but most were still sleeping off a late night of revelery.
He had had very little sleep. His body was delightfully sore and achey after the night's escapades. He and Daniel had destroyed that poor little puptent. One of the supports snapped in half and one side tore apart at the scenes. Next time they would have to find a more durable, not to mention a more private place.
And George was sure there was going to be a next time. The desire he felt toward the younger man was insatiable. No matter how many times they satisfied eachother during the night, the hunger was still there. All it took was a look, a brush of skin against
