Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 08:04:35 -0700
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Camping in Kentucky 10

Chapter Ten.

I woke to the sound of rain on my tent. The rainfly is still sitting over
the top so that's no problem. I wondered what time it was. Not too far from
my head laid the ziplok bag with my camping electronics like the GPS. I
switched it on to check the time, the display showed 0845hrs. I slept
almost ten hours which is a lot for me. I credit the extra funds I spent on
the air mattress for part of my comfort. The wine helped some too.

Sleeping in my sub-zero bag I got hot and sweaty but the tent was cold and
damp inside. The only sound I could hear was the rain dripping on the fly
cover. No snoring from next door, no birds or insects, just the sound of a
gentle rain in the forest. I turned over to lay on my back, slid my hand
down my pants to feel my crotch, it felt cold and limp. I laid there gently
rubbing myself, then up to my stomach pretending someone was caressing my
belly button, which is really nice I must say. Lots of people stared at it
when I was growing up. My mom was always buying me short shirts that
displayed my stomach but hid my chest and ribs when I was a kid.

Nature kicked-in as my bladder signaled beyond-full status, so with a
mumbled 'oh hell' I got to my knees, feet, slipped into my boots, unzipped
the door and went outside to the pee pit. As I peed a small flood I turned
to look around the clearing, but Lee was nowhere to be seen, there were no
signs of life outside, his tent zipped and silent. The rain drops gently
hit my shoulders and head. The rain made all the tree bark really dark, the
sky a dark gray almost looking like snow clouds, it was cold wet and
miserable outside. I leaned over a bit to shield Mister Wiggly from rain
drops. I could hear about ten different bird calls in the air.

Back inside the tent I un-packed my crank-up radio and gave it a long three
minute charge with the rotating crank on the back just like my water
filter. The rain was steady, not increasing or slowing. The winds were
calm.

I turned on the radio to the AM band to search for one of the stations I
knew from Cincinnati finding the news-talk station so I could check out
`weather on the eights for southern Ohio'. Just like Lee said on Wednesday,
rain today, possibly storms this afternoon, half inch forecast all day,
probably nothing severe. High temps about 53, lows about 40, cloudy until
Saturday night when it was supposed to get really cool about 38 degrees
with a high Saturday about 49.

Luckily I had my e-reader with about four games and twenty books, two of
those were gay text porn I copied from Nifty. Just then I heard a cough
from next door, then movement and the sound of a tent flap unzipping. Just
to be funny I started a countdown in my head until the sound of pee
started. He was still coughing, then came the piss stream. I was off by two
seconds in my countdown.

I heard Lee return to his tent then re-emerge to brush his teeth, the extra
noise I heard inside his tent sounded like a quick sponge bath was
performed. I decided to get up and do the same. I went outside to brush my
teeth too. We met by the pee spot hole in the ground as he took a swig of
water handing the half-full cup to me for my rinse. We both spit on the
same spot in our pee hole.

"What we got planned for today, Dad?" I asked him trying to be funny.

"Nuthin. Unless you want to play in the rain and the mud?" He said with a
tone of authority.

"Not really. I got books and games on my e-reader, what you got to do?" I
asked.

He stood there scratching the side of his face briefly then reached down
acting like he was jerking off. Much to my surprise I actually said quietly
out loud, "Don't make me hungry."

Lee paused then said, "You gonna make coffee, mister I don't eat
breakfast?"

"Yep, just waiting on you." I replied.

He went into his tent, I went in mine. We both exited at the same time
zipping shut our doors with hats and sweatshirts on, zippered-up. On the
sofa I lit the stove, filled the pot from my water bottle, got the French
press ready and sat patiently waiting for it to look hot enough. Lee sort
of paced around waiting too, he seemed to be inspecting the clearing for
anything out of place.

We were out in the light rain for about half an hour, had four cups of
coffee, one bowl of oatmeal, I ate some Pringles with cheese from a spray
can. We talked about the hike yesterday. I asked about the pond. He said
there was one larger much further south that you could see on Google Earth
if you know where to look.

I told him about my e-reader which had some multiplayer games. We decided
to get into my tent to see if I had something we both liked, we ended up
playing blackjack for almost two hours, then monopoly which got boring
quickly.

"You got your phone here or's it still in the truck?"

"No, it's here." I said gesturing with my thumb towards my electronic toys
bag near my head. We played our games mostly laying side by side on our
backs passing the Kindle back and forth. For a time he laid on his side
facing me, then onto his back again. I did the same thing. We leaned into
each other and for a time laid our head on the other guys shoulder to see
the display at the same time.

"Well here, take my picture." He said pointing to his body laying right
next to me.

I paused to look at him to see if he was kidding or what since his comment
seemed so totally out of character for him, not being a Facebook kind of
guy. But it seemed like he meant it so I reached up for the bag, removed my
cell, powering it on.

While I did that I watched him slowly un-zip his sweatshirt, spreading it
wide as he laid on his back, chest and stomach fully exposed. Finally my
phone was ready, I pressed the camera icon. The cam came on in still-photo
mode, "It's ready."

"Go ahead, take some shots for when you're home alone with a boner that
won't go away." He smiled then started to un-do his pants too. In no time
at all he had his pants open wide and slid down about a foot fully exposing
a sleeping giant dick.

I felt he wasn't kidding, so I started off slowly photographing his tummy
from different angles, then his tummy with the dick in the background out
of focus, then his dick and balls, he was still about 70% limp. I thought
to myself some shots of it fully hard would be nice, maybe with the head
stuffed into my mouth would be nice too.

Next I went for his chest and shot his nips from different angles but tried
my best to not include his face in any of the shots. I was getting hard, he
wasn't. Not sure how he managed that.

I carefully re-arranged the few hairs around his nipples with my finger
tips, which was mostly just an excuse to tease them and myself.

Lastly I stroked his rod into a full sized boner and took some self-timer
shots up close of his cock barely fitting between my lips. Some shots with
the head halfway in my mouth and others with just the head inside, some
from behind his nuts, I got one of his face as seen from the perspective of
his dick including his belly button and nipples. That one became my desktop
photo at home weeks later after I saw it again and remembered taking it.

Lee was really enjoying watching me play with his body parts in my own
little world of fulfilled sexual fantasies. I started up high suckling on
his tits rubbing my face lips and nose across his large red silky smooth
mounds, then down to his belly button hole which I tried to lick out but it
was too narrow for anything but my pinky finger really.

Last I worshipped at his cock. I rubbed it all over my face taking in the
fragrance and licking some pre-jizz off every few minutes or so. Lee stayed
silent on his back, enjoying the attention. I had really teased him a lot,
if it had been my body I would have made him stop long ago so I could
come. It would have gotten uncomfortable to me getting dick attention this
long.

When my mouth needed a break I would just lay there, his boner leaning into
my face. I would lay little kisses all over his nuts and shaft. I have no
idea how long this went on but it was like a fantasy come true for me. The
best part was when I laid my head on his upper stomach, my right hand on
his chest gently massaging his tits, his dick head between my lips right
above his belly button. When my mouth needed a break I would lay there and
alternately lick his head and belly button, his dick head laid right on top
of his belly hole, exactly on top. It was a perfect fit.  ---- After what
must have been almost one hour he said, "Here, get up a sec." I got to my
knees, he undid my button and zipper and told me to `take `em off, take off
all my clothes.'

I stood up and also grabbed two packets of lube from my shower kit, then
returned to my spot. Lee turned me around so my face was by his hips, my
butt near his shoulder. He grabbed my ass cheek to massage it and spread
them apart to see my stuff. I knew this would happen eventually, I was
prepared so I handed him the first packet about the size of one with
mayonnaise at the diner.

Behind me I heard it rip open and squeeze, then his hands grabbed my ass,
he shoved one finger inside me and moved it around in a circle. He kept
twisting it. I laid my face in his groin taking his boner back in my mouth
probably the last time today I would enjoy having him in my mouth.

After a while laying there with one finger inside me he inserted the second
one and started twisting around and spreading them apart, it hurt but
needed to be done. Lots more of that had to be done if he planned on
fucking me. By now he knew exactly what size he was and what size I
was. Now only time would tell how much of a gentleman he was.

Last time I had dick in me was something like ten years ago in college. I
worried this could hurt badly. And if he made me bleed would he pass out or
worse?  ---- It was kind of an odd setting. We're here in a tent, it's
raining, it's daylight outside. I'm on my stomach sort of alongside Lee,
laying with my face and shoulders over his lower belly rubbing his enormous
dick across my lips, nose, eyes, and face. I swipe every drop of pre-cum
off his head with my tongue.

He's on his back semi leaning over with two fingers lubed and inserted in
my rectum, twisting his wrist slowly side to side and alternately spreading
his fingers enough to make me wince in pain as he slowly spreads my hole
for what I know is coming, the sausage at my lips this very second.

Just as I had those thoughts he inserted a third finger and re-started the
stretching process slowly taking his time but not speaking. We both knew
what was soon to happen. I felt like the condemned man out of fear of pain.

This went on for quite a while. I think I was stretched and ready, the
turning action with three fingers no longer hurt. I was about as lubed as
anyone could be.

Without saying anything he got up from under me, he stood near me and
removed all his clothes, like me, his cock sticking straight out in front
of him like the flagpole by the front door of the Kettering public library.

I laid there watching, he bent over grabbing my hips pulling me up onto my
hands and knees. This was the moment of my execution starting right now.

He took the lube pack squeezing the last drops onto the top of my crack and
massaged it on from top to bottom as if in a hurry. I felt his dick head
slide up and down my crack probing for the feeling of my hole. Once found
he began to drive forward. With my hands and arms I pressed somewhat back
into him so he didn't push me through the wall of my new tent.

He shoved a little, a little too hard, I had some sharp waves of pain as he
began his penetration. I felt him begin to enter me as a large firm body
appeared in a spot I hadn't felt in almost a decade. Knowing I was already
slightly penetrated he never stopped pushing, he persisted with a constant
pressure and some gentle thrusts of his thigh muscles.

Lee had his hands on my hips pulling me gently back. He moved his hips and
thighs to try to rotate slightly and push in more. It felt bad briefly as
he went deeper, it felt like I was going to crap myself, my new sleeping
bag and everything else nearby.

Lee paused briefly then pushed hard one time. I had pain shoot from my ass
to my stomach I got briefly nauseated then it went away. Then he did it
again, this time I felt his scratchy pubic hair on my butt cheeks, I knew
he was pretty much all the way in. I knew we were pretty much all the way
now.

Lee started sliding in and out, which hurt at first then turned to magical
pleasure. This is what it would feel like to a woman feels if he fucks
them. He was large and somewhat aggressive but never spoke. He was sliding
back and forth slowly, his hands on my hips pulling me into him as he
thrust back into me increasing the speed and the pleasure. I'm sure he
wanted to say something like, `Your pussy sure is tight,' but he remained
mostly silent except some moans of pleasure.

Then he stopped humping but shoved in hard smacking his front side into my
cheeks with a slap sound and kept it pushed in hard. I could feel him
twitching from the groin. Lee let out a series of groans, "oh!" he said
quietly with the sound of extreme pleasure in his voice as he had his
orgasm. All I felt was his twitching. It seemed to last about ten seconds
and he was done.

Lee ran his hands all over my back and shoulders then to my neck then back
to my shoulders. He scratched all over my back with his fingernails, which
felt nice. Then he bent over onto my back laying on me resting the side of
his head on my back moving his hands to my shoulders and held me firmly
from behind.

Gently he pulled us down to the sleeping bag. We both laid on our sides
still impaled inside me still having some aftershocks like little body
jerks from small shocks or something. He slid his hand around my front side
to rub my chest and stomach and grasp my still erect and wet dick. I knew
the end of him was near, then came the clean-up. I decided to try to make
that pleasurable for him too. But for now we stayed joined and on our sides
on my sleeping bag.  ---- I'm not sure how long we laid there. If I was a
smoker I surely would have been craving one right now.

After some time he became limp and slipped from me, when I felt it come out
I hustled to my knees, got the baby wipes package and pulled out about half
a dozen and started cleaning him off from taint to belly button. I used
four to gently clean his dick again and again. He laid there on his side
looking down his flat stomach watching me carefully clean him, I think he
enjoyed the attention, I certainly enjoyed doing it. Then I got out a few
more to clean my backside, I could feel his juices starting to leak down my
legs.

We both laid on the sleeping bag, he nuzzled into my back side holding me
into his front side. I felt him breathing into the back of my neck, I heard
the rain on the roof of the tent and dripping off the trees outside. It was
cool, very damp, but nice right where we were.

Thoughts started to cross my mind about what we were becoming (or not). I
knew after something like this some things needed to be said, and
soon. Just then he spoke.

"Jim, can I ask you a few things, personal stuff?"

"Yeah, no problem." I said in a higher than normal voice for me.

"Are we in a relationship or what exactly is this?" Lee spoke softly at me.

"Well, I'd like to try being boyfriends. You're gay, right?"

"I thought it was obvious?" He replied in a whisper.

"It doesn't hurt to ask, right?"

"No, ask all you want." He answered.

"Ever do this with anyone else?" I asked him.

Lee started, "In high school I did it a few times with friends, just
quickies, nothing serious. Then I had a boyfriend who was 45 when I turned
twenty one but he moved to Detroit, I never heard from him again. That's
the guy with the chain saw that made the sofa logs for me. It cost me five
blow jobs per sofa. That's it really. I've been single for almost two years
now. My town is kinda redneck so I keep quiet, especially at work."

"Yeah, me too. Uh, I had one in college for about four years but after he
graduated and I stayed-on we never talked again, I've been single since
then. Needless to say I got a lot of fucking to get caught up on." We both
chuckled quietly.

"So starting now we're boyfriends, right?" Lee asked with a worried look on
his face briefly.

"Yeah, I like the way that sounds. When we get back into cell coverage I
can text you my email and stuff so we can talk outside work." I replied
laying down next to him. He briefly pulled me into him tighter then
relaxed.

"What about rules and things, personal stuff?" Lee asked whispering into my
ear.

"Ummm, I expect monogamy." I began with the most important thing to me. "I
don't use drugs or want them in my house, except by prescription, uhhhh,
don't touch my feet. I'm ticklish, anything with my feet will not be
cool. Period. No feet. Otherwise as long as we're behind a locked door or a
really private place my entire body except my feet is open twenty four
seven, help yourself, all you can eat, no need to ask. I really like belly
button attention and kissing and having my dick sucked and sucking
yours. I'm sure I'll think of more later. Oh yeah, my place would be cool
to meet, it's really private and secluded."

"Yeah well mine is totally a no-go. My park is totally redneck, curtains
open, everything visible from the street, totally G-rated. I doubt there
has ever been a baby conceived in our park, there's no smoking, no dogs, no
sheds, no nothing. On the plus side there's also no crime since the place
is totally infested with cops. I think they live there free. My body, same
thing, no feet or arm pits, otherwise everything else is fair game, like
yours. All you can eat. We'll have to meet at your place." He rambled on
then stopped. It started to get too loud with his mouth literally a few
inches from my right ear lobe.

We were quiet for a little bit listening to the rain. The wind picked up a
little, the tent shook slightly. Then Lee spoke again.

"And we need to keep it on the down-low at work too."

"After we exchange info we might not need to speak at work at all really."
I pointed out.

"That's cool. I'd lose my job if the crew found out I was."

"I'm probably at risk too from my department, bunch of sporto
rednecks. Basketball and NASCAR is their religion. Hot wild sex, great wine
and food are my favorite things after certain parts of your body." Again he
pulled me in briefly.

"Okay here's a tough one Jim, what about stuff we will or won't do?" Lee
asked quietly in a more serious tone.

"I never rimmed anyone, I think I'd have to hand wash it myself before I'd
consider doing that, like I said leave my feet alone, no pee or shit, no
bondage or slapping. Do not ever hit me or we're over. Uhhh, don't puke on
me or my stuff, ask-first in my house, we leave the lid and seat up at my
place, clean as you go, Oh yeah I love to kiss and I think I'm pretty good
at it if we get there sometime." Now I was rambling.

"I rimmed that old guy I used to do a few years ago, he did it back. Like
you, I want to know how clean it is first, then it's okay. And I sense
you're a little bit of a germophobe and yes I wash my belly button twice a
week with hydrogen peroxide and q-tips so it should be food grade all year
long. Yours is too wide open to grow cheese. Mine would if I didn't keep
after it. It's over an inch deep, I'll show you sometime. It's like a
skinny little hose that runs in an inch and stops at a rounded bottom with
a few hairs at the entrance. Oh yeah, I also believe in monogamy and I only
smoke pot if someone else provides it at a party, otherwise I'm not
interested. I never smoked cigarettes and I rarely get drunk, that crash
and burn you saw here earlier this month was a fluke, it rarely happens. I
probably drink two pints of Jack a year, that's it." Once again he started
to get a little loud.

"What we gonna do the rest of the day?" I asked wiggling out of his grip to
lay on my back and cool off a bit.

"We need to make you come, aside from that I'm content to be naked, play
cards and just talk. Maybe grab ass a little, nothing big really. Sooner or
later I need to dig a hole and take a crap but that can wait."

"Yep I need to drop a deuce too. Oh yeah, about how many times a day can
you come?"

"I think my record is six in one day. Yours?"

"I think about the same, five or six." I answered honestly.

"You know what we could do, this is gonna sound strange but we could make a
run to my house then right back here. I got a project we could start that
should be worth the work."

"Drive up to Dayton and back for what?"

"Consider this. If we keep coming here once a month or so wouldn't it be
nice not to deal with tents and clean-up afterwards?" He asked.

"Yeah..." I said with hesitation clearly in my voice.

"Last year I was going to build a shed next to the mobile home. I had the
stuff delivered, ten other lots have `em but the landlord said, 'NO! No
more sheds!' So the stuff is still sitting outside ready to go, an entire
eight by eight wood shed, roofing, door, cement, nails, tools, everything
we need. Problem is we'd have to hand carry the whole thing from the truck
down here. I figure we could get the whole shed loaded in one trip in my
truck. We could stop and take a crap at my place, maybe even take a shower
afterwards, then drive back, be back here before dark when it starts to
cool off. And with all those trips, that's something like two miles total,
we could carry all the stuff here, build the shed over time then use it to
sleep-in instead of tents. We could stop and get carry-out food and more
wine too if you wanted."

I thought about it for a few seconds, "Okay let's do it. But if I say stop
then we both gotta stop work. You got work gloves?" I asked.

"Yep and we better bring our headband lights too. W e'll be carrying in the
dark. Probably need a shower by bucket from the creek afterwards, I got
towels we can bring too."

"Sounds like a plan. Backache here I come!"

And with that we both started to move, but he pressed me down back onto my
back, he moved the sleeping bag and grabbed my limp dick then started to
slowly stroke it to life. As soon as I was hard he got to his knees between
my legs, leaned forward and started to work my dick with his mouth up and
down with his lips, tongue and right hand. I knew it wouldn't take long.

My fingers went into his hair as he worked me, I wished I could have his
body at the same time he worked mine. I started to pant and tighten my leg
muscles, I whispered I was close, then it started. He became still, I
watched from above as he swallowed all of it. I could see the muscles in
his neck working. Then he let it fall from his mouth, wiped his arm across
his mouth and got up to get dressed.

Within ten minutes we were walking briskly towards the truck leaving
everything sit as-is. When we got out of my tent I asked where the shed
would go, he pointed to the back end of the sand box, behind where our
tents were now there was a small level clearing with nothing much growing
there. I think this'd been planned for a while now like everything else he
seems to do. It was an area of some weeds but no trees, round, maybe
60x60ft.

As we backed out of the parking spot onto the dirt road he looked all
focused on something in his brain. It takes about four minutes to drive to
the paved road. We turn right, then after about 300 feet we drove past his
Uncle Dave's house on the right. Not too long after that the road gets
crooked and starts a long curvy downhill route into town. I bet the bottom
of Lee's Valley is a good three thousand feet above the Ohio River. Judging
by the trees it's a mix of fur trees, pine trees, and hardwoods that grow
close together in clusters. Around the clearing it's mostly hardwoods but
up on top near where he parks it's mostly pines.

Almost two hours later we rolled into the mobile home park, backing into
the spot next to my car.

We took turns inside taking a crap in his bathroom. I was impressed at how
clean and orderly his place was. It looked like a display home, not a
country-boy home where I expected to see empty beer cans, pizza boxes, the
TV running on the NASCAR channel. His place looked somewhat like mine. I
wondered if he ever cooked meals here. We grabbed towels, tylenol, work
gloves, some work tools, tape measure, post hole digger, shovel, buckets,
level, string, hammers, hand saws, miter box, pencils, and a staple gun.

Next came the hard part. We hand carried from the side yard about fourteen
of his sixteen sheets of plywood, then about two dozen boards of different
dimensions; 2x4, 2x6, and 4x4. Then came the really bad part; four eighty
pound bags of ready mix concrete, one roll of roofing felt, and three
bundles of shingles. That took us about half an hour but we were only
carrying it about fifty feet.

He slammed shut the tailgate on his truck, we cranked it up and headed for
the highway. The landlord waved at him as we drove away. I'm sure he saw
the wood get carried off and was glad that problem was now over.

The truck rode funny with all the weight in the back. It sounded different
too. We had to stop for gas in town and got a bucket of fried chicken on
the way and another box of wine too. Now we were good to go. Around 5pm we
backed into the parking spot in Kentucky. We'd eaten half the chicken and
drank the waters, we got a case of bottled waters too at the gas station,
something we never did before because of the weight and plentiful creek
water just over the hill. Now came the hard part. We got our work gloves on
and started carrying the boards, stacked on our shoulders, two trips, both
of us loaded, we slowly carried them to the clearing, dropping them near my
tent. By now the rain had stopped and it felt cooler out which was fine
with me right then.

Now the hard part. We carried two of the thinner boards at a time to the
site then took a break on our wooden sofa. Then two more loads and another
break. It took us six round trips and two hours to move just the sheets of
waferboard and plywood to the site. I was getting to know each rock on the
trail by now. A few I gave angry names to like Twisted Ankle and Fractured
Tibia. We cursed each one as we walked past, we did anything we could to
make it fun. The gloves helped but didn't prevent hand pain totally. By 9pm
we were done.

I was aching, took two Tylenols and drank a bunch of water. Our last load
was tools and hardware for the project and with that this task was
complete. I thought it would be days until I could fully straighten out my
hand again.

I crashed on the sofa by my tent, headband light still on, t-shirt soaked
with sweat even though it was only about fifty degrees outside. Lee walked
up with his headband light on and a white five gallon bucket in one hand,
looked like two bath towels were inside sticking above the rim. He was
smiling, gently kicking the bottom of my shoes. He looked worn out, sore
but happy, very happy.

He told me to get up and follow him, we had a party to attend. I assumed it
was a soap and water party but the only place we could possibly do that was
at the creek and that water would be very cold.

We hiked to the river, he started taking off his clothes without
hesitation, something he seems prone to do easily. I did the same but it
felt funny taking off my clothes here in the middle of the woods with no
walls or privacy but what the heck, been here several times, never saw any
trace of another human having been here in many years. No trash, no shoe
prints, no nothing.

We both stripped. He got the soap bottle and pointed at the bucket then the
creek to a spot where a large rock near the edge allowed a good place to
fill a five gallon bucket with little extra debris. I did as directed. We
moved about thirty feet away from the stream so the soapy water wouldn't
get washed in. I doused him with about two gallons of water which made him
turn instantly pale and shivery, his nipples shrank to quarter size in a
flash and he shivered big time. Lee took the soap and started washing his
hair, face, pits, chest, legs, butt, groin and taint, belly, belly button,
washed his butt cheeks and crack again, his pits again, the back of his
neck then gestured for the remainder of the water slowly.

Lee let out a howl as I poured the water over the top of his head slowly
while he rinsed the soap into a white foamy puddle at his feet. At last it
was done. He stepped over to grab the towel hanging on a branch near his
clothes and dried off after handing me the soap. I knew what came next.

Lee walked to the same rock, filled the bucket and showed me where to
stand. I braced myself as he started to pour the ice cold water over my
head, it caused an instant headache, I briefly saw stars, then came the
soap and a high energy scrub job just like he did. I handed him the soap
pump. Lee took some in his hands then set the bottle by his boots. He
stepped over to me and hand scrubbed my butt crack and dick a few times
nice and slow, I never got hard but it sure did feel nice. One of my secret
fantasies is getting him into my shower at home.

Next came the worst part, the longer rinse. I got this bad pain in my head,
he told me later he got the same pains but it went away in a few seconds. I
dried off while he got dressed. We were both shivering cold, no comb to
straighten our hair so we looked like grunge band musicians on the hike
back.

After returning to camp we didn't have much to do. I opened another bottle
of wine and poured two mugs. We were both pleased with our
accomplishment. My back and hands were sore but at least I felt a whole lot
better after our ice water bucket shower.

I pretended not to notice but while I was working the wine bottle I saw Lee
carry a bunch of stuff from his tent into mine. I was fine with that. My
biggest worry was him snoring and me sleeping but I had ear plugs if it got
bad. We went to the pee spot together then got inside my tent after a brief
inspection of the clearing to check for animal attractors, stuff they could
eat. Even after the rain the trails weren't very muddy since they were clay
and hard packed.

We shed our boots setting them just inside the door anyway. I switched on
two of my hanging flashlights and played some music from my cell phone as
we arranged our bags together, his as the top sheet, mine as the bottom and
our two air mats together to make one twin size bed, crowded but okay for
camping.

We had more wine and talked a little about our homes and lives then fell
asleep laying side by side but not really touching.