Just when he moved his right foot forward to step into the wooded area, he heard something grunt to his far left. His head swung in that direction and stopped. His eyeballs slowly moved left and right, scanning the forest’s floor, seeing the ferns, rocks, trees, and all the other whatnots that comprised the wooded landscape. He heard a branch snap and his view turned more to the left, which caused the three bumps on the back of his neck to burn. Then he heard a second crack, a groan of sorts, which sounded more like a human than an animal, and he saw what he needed, or wanted to see. He attempted a smile, which prompted a fresh sting to flare at his temples and behind his eyes.
He saw Dean’s large p***s first: limp and its base buried in pubic hair. Then he saw his ab-lined stomach, flesh
