June 15
It happened just before dawn. Night was still thick with an exuberant display of clouds, and the sounds of the wild around Josh and Zeth were melodic: an owl hooting in the distance, the continuous howls from the pack of coyotes, and the wind, which brushed the many leafy trees.
Josh started something s****l between the two of them. While spooning Zeth’s left side, he placed his hand over Zeth’s limp d**k and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Zeth squirmed where he laid on his back, cautious of his damaged neck and shoulder.
Josh brushed his hand along Zeth’s nakedness, up and down.
Zeth groggily asked, “What’s going on?”
“You’re dreaming,” Josh whispered. “It’s a good dream. Just go with it.”
Zeth stirred awake, looking up at the dark, A-shaped ceiling. “I’m not dreaming and know e
