Having his sweat-damp hand squeezing his cock didn’t seem to help Dan at all. He still felt horny and tired - in equal measure. He had been driving for a long while, and his throat was dry from the red dust of country roads. It was late spring and the day was hot, and he had slept in the car the night before and hadn’t got his nuts off. His body felt grimy and stiff.
As his old Chevrolet rumbled over a narrow bridge, he glanced to his left. The stream below was narrow, but some thirty yards away it evidently widened into a pool, part of which was visible among the bright new leaves of the sycamores.