after wiping the spit from my face i noticed a humpy couple prowling around in the dunes . . . they ignored me until i took off my shirt and moved into action central, an area where i have seen as many as 50 horny men congregating on a hot moonlit night . . . we hooked up pretty quickly, starting a sex cluster . . . i'm way too picky for the group thing and crowd control is hardly possible when u are having sex in public, so i was pleasantly surprised to hear take us home . . . i'd love to, but i live all the way at the other end . . . that's ok, take us home . . . so i did and couldn't quite believe it when they walked a full mile, 20 paces behind me to minimize any lust-killing small talk, to my bedroom where i'd never had sex in four years, let alone a threesome . . . it was hot but once it ended, i had two questions: 1) what did we do inside that we couldn't have done outside much more conveniently? and 2) why did the younger guy ask his boyfriend for his wallet before he went into the bathroom for the second time? . . . were drugs the answer? . . . DUH!