After the meal, the two men walked among the tents in the gathering dusk.
Bo took Chad’s hand. “Come with me.”
Chad let Bo lead him once again to the back of the hay tent. As on the previous evening Bo pulled Chad into an embrace and kissed him. There was something different in his kiss. It was less urgent and more tender.
This time it was Chad who began to unbutton Bo’s shirt. When both were stripped to the waist, Chad allowed himself to experience the wonder of a man’s flesh against his as he pulled Bo against him.
Almost at the same time each reached for the others’ belt buckle. They shed their pants, boots, and undergarments and stood naked before one another.
Chad tentatively reached out and took hold of Bo’s hard c**k. He gently stroked it as he had so often stroked his own when
