Cass vaguely motioned to the little pocket that was fastened to the tent, which held the lube, before he slipped out of the tent and walked nearer the creek, where it opened up and became wider, and deeper. In the summer months, he would watch Soren swim in it, and that's where most of his fap material came from, during camping trips. He leaned his shoulder up against a birch tree, smiling faintly at how the creek looked with crusts of ice at the edges of its bed.
Things always seemed to go more comfortably, more slowly, when Soren was around. But right this second, Cassidy's heart was racing and his mind was reeling over the prospect of being able to realize another of his fantasies with Soren.