Boots Part 1
Adam needed a shower.
He had been out on the farm all day. Feeding the animals, cleaning out stables, fixing the dang bull pen--again. He felt gross as he trudged back up to his house. His white tank top was soaked with sweat, his size 22 boots were caked with mud, and he was pretty sure he had a mean case of swamp ass. Above all else: he wreaked. The funny thing was, all that made him a bit horny. He could feel himself at half chub, bulging in his jeans.
Maybe a quick tug before the shower. Adam thought to himself as he stomped up the steps to his porch.
"HEY BROKE BACK MOUNTAIN!" howled a familiar voice from the driveway.
"Max, when are you gonna stop calling me that?" Adam huffed as he turned around to see his polar opposite. Max stood a few feet behind Adam, smirking cockily with their arms crossed. Max was short-- 5'3 no taller-- with a lean twink build and short curly black hair. They had a boyish face for a 26 year old and dressed XXL baggy clothes. T... Read More...
He had been out on the farm all day. Feeding the animals, cleaning out stables, fixing the dang bull pen--again. He felt gross as he trudged back up to his house. His white tank top was soaked with sweat, his size 22 boots were caked with mud, and he was pretty sure he had a mean case of swamp ass. Above all else: he wreaked. The funny thing was, all that made him a bit horny. He could feel himself at half chub, bulging in his jeans.
Maybe a quick tug before the shower. Adam thought to himself as he stomped up the steps to his porch.
"HEY BROKE BACK MOUNTAIN!" howled a familiar voice from the driveway.
"Max, when are you gonna stop calling me that?" Adam huffed as he turned around to see his polar opposite. Max stood a few feet behind Adam, smirking cockily with their arms crossed. Max was short-- 5'3 no taller-- with a lean twink build and short curly black hair. They had a boyish face for a 26 year old and dressed XXL baggy clothes. T... Read More...