No shower all week long, with the contest being who could stink the loudest by Friday afternoon. “Where you goin fag—clean up ur mess” I bark at him. xxx hd I stood up and hauled out the monster—hadn’t pissed for hours. Nice looking feet too, lol, for a dude. Those that rode yesterday would be pretty worn out, and would most likely sleep late. Munching down quickly, I assign Blankenship as co-ordinater for the day, and Kelso and me finally enter our tent. He continues, “I hear that punk got a super tite hole yo—what was it like?” I just grin again, “You know the rules Kelso—you don’t talk about it”. Pretty damm long showers, I observe. So, with a ‘fuck it’ attitude, I just rake my right hand into the crack of my hairy ass, and come up with a handful of slime.
