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Grant didn’t hesitate a second, as he tossed Eric his pair of dress pants. It was instinctive really, though as he watched Eric grab the pants, he had what the local preacher would call an ‘immoral thought‘ but hell, that’s what made life such fun for him. Okay, he wasn’t exactly young anymore, being in his early forties, and Eric was just 20, so what? He didn’t look like an old man, and he could still party with the best of the kids, as he called them.

Trouble was, he found that just partying wasn’t all it used to be. Instead of coming home with a new fling, as he used to do, he generally came home alone. It wasn’t from lack of opportunity either, because damn, he was still considered hot by many, if not most. He simply was tired of the one nighter’s, the over the weekend sex partners. He rather wanted someone who would stick around, help with the daily grind like feeding the horses, the chickens that he kept on the farm.

He wanted to come home to a clean house, not one with left over condoms and a note saying thanks with a phone number. It was becoming boring, hell it was boring and so while he wasn’t dead, he wanted a damn site more than what the ‘kids’ offered. Though he had to admit, Eric seemed different. He wasn’t a flake, and seemed more responsible than most who worked at doing the deliveries for the market. Read the rest of this entry »

I was born to a Farm family, raised on this huge farm, mostly Dairy farming, but some cattle for meat and selling at the nearby stockyards.

I was the middle son of three children, My older brother was called Sandy, he was a hunk, me I was a nerdish dude, always made almost straight A’s in school, but I was not that stupid, black rimmed glasses,penciled pack in pocket, stereotype of nerd, I was fairly nice looking. having worked hard on the farm, I was well built, or at least I thought so.

My brother Sandy was always picking on me like most older brothers do as we grew up, but I could out swim him, so I was on the swim team at high school, he was always on the baseball team, but we both lettered in sports in our respected fields of sport.

Mom had passed away from cancer when I was ten, my baby sister Kim, was just eight, and Sandy was twelve, he was two years older than me.

Although we fought like cats and dogs, Sandy and I were brothers and quite close.

I shared an upstairs bedroom with Sandy most of my life and as I got older I began to notice my brother’s body, he had one beautifully shaped ass, and since we both wore the white briefs, I would see his cock bulge, sticking out and laying to the side thru the white cotton of his briefs, I could clearly see that head outline with the ridge of his thick cock, It was nice, very nice. Read the rest of this entry »