The stranger didn't hesitate and they both seemed to be of the same mind. Dusty kissed him one more time, then dragged him with with towards the end of the tailgate. Parting, he hopped down to snatch up both guns, his other hand circling the young man's wrist to lead him towards the truck doors. Not that is was probably necessary. He finished his beer and tossed the can into the bed.<br/><br/>"One more tip wit da gun. Don't leave it out where someone can sneak up an shoot you wit it," he advised. Especially while you were preoccupied fucking someone in the cab of your truck. He shoved the front seats forward to give them more room in the back, and then pushed anything on the back seats out of the way with no care to where it landed. The shotgun was slid between the passenger seat and center console, where Dusty started rummaging through its contents. Finding what he was looking for, he closed the console and set it on top, then moved the holstered weapons beside it so they wouldn't get lost in the unorganized tools. Guns, condoms, lube. Lifes basics.<br/><br/>After getting in, Dusty pulled the stranger up into his lap, hands fumbling at fastenings. He wasn't shy about reaching for the other man's dick after getting the front of his pants open, tasting along his collarbone and up his neck as he did so. He drew back for a moment to pull his own shirt over his head. He tossed it across the seat in front of him, exposing more tattooed flesh. The hands on the young man were appreciative and confident. Like the other, there was no hesitation. A callused palm gripped the stranger's dick lightly beneath his boxers, stroking the way he'd found many men liked to be stroked.<br/><br/>They were out towards the back of the scrapyard, where Dusty went to test fire various weapons on occasion. Not many folks still went out digging through the heaps, so he wasn't counting on company. Always prepared, the weapons were within easy reach should anyone decide to cause them trouble.