Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2015 15:45:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Farm II I intended for this to be a solo boy story but at the suggestion of a reader/fan I elected to add a boy. The boy, "Mike" was a memorable childhood friend of the fan and is described as the fan remembers him. N-joi Hugs, Tag_m... Also, please make a monetary contribution to help keep Nifty alive. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I packed up some boxes that I wanted to go through then took a quick hike around the woods on the property. I found a couple of trees that needed to come down so marked them and then headed back home. I live on a private road in the almost countryside of a small incorporated community alongside another small incorporated community and which in turn both sit outside of a town of some 30k people. The countryside was comprised of small farms for many years but over the past 40 years some of them had been developed into residential houses. My road was one of those. All of the homes on my road sat on at least 1 acre of land which meant we had some space and privacy. About a half of a mile in length it accessed only 10 homes, one of those had been empty for as long as I'd lived there. There were also some undeveloped areas, some due to wetlands but also due to the fact that a few people rented out their property for a horse, sheep, or other farm animals. The road was black topped, a project that all of the owners had chipped in to pay for. My property was at the end of that road. I had a full forest on one side, undeveloped property on another side with a row of Cedar bushes that had become trees over 30 years. My property boasted a dozen and a half large fir and cedar trees not to mention a variety of thick deciduous bushes. The two houses closest to me were fenced so what I'm saying is I had quite a bit of privacy, so much so, that during the warmer months I did yard and garden work in my briefs and sometimes even fully naked. One of the cool things about our road was that it wasn't simply a piece of straight macadam but had some character to it provided by a slight hill, some curves and a couple of short side roads that only had 2 houses on them. I was fortunate to have a home at the end right where the road took a 90 degree turn, thus providing even more privacy. The residents didn't change very often on our road, most having been there since their homes were built. I stopped and chatted with one my immediate neighbors, the Chapman's, who were putting their home up for sale. They had both retired within months of each other and were moving to Flagstaff Arizona. They were selling the house almost completely furnished, much of said furnishings no more than 5 years old. Chuck and DeeDee Chapman had been good neighbors and I hated to see them go, if only because one never knew the kind of people that might replace them. I pulled the truck into the garage and unloaded the boxes, putting them on my work bench to go through when I had the time. I went into the house, greeted my Belgian Shephard Snookie. Typically my boy went with me to the farm, loved roaming the property and investigating so many new smells. He had stayed home that trip due a wee bit of an illness and being cooped up in my truck for 2 hours wouldn't have helped him in the least. I then went straight to my room to change. The clothes I was wearing still carried bits of straw from the barn, not to mention a light smell of mold both from the barn and the boxes themselves. Life went on as life has a tendency to do and moved from fall into winter. I worked from home anywhere from 2-4 days a week. The company I worked for was using the LEAN model and I didn't need to take up space in their remodeled building. I was a materials manager so much of my work was done by electronics as in phone and computer. I tried to pay a site visit to our 3 local shops every 10 days or so and traveled out of the area every couple months to visit our other shops. I also took trips out of the country once or twice a year to visit materials manufacturers or set up new ones. I went back to the farm about 4 months later and called ahead to let Samuel know I was coming. If Tyler was available I would love to have him help me with the wood and of course I'd pay him in cash and all the sperm he could handle if the boy was open to that. Needless to say I left the sperm part out of the conversation with his grandfather. Snookie and I showed up about 10:30 in the morning and of course Tyler was waiting patiently in front of the barn. The little hottie was clad in work boots, jeans and a jacket, clearly dressed for the chilly mid-January morning. "Hey kiddo, how are you doing," I asked, dropping the driver's side window. "I'm good Russ how about you?" I said I was good too. "How about you hop on the back bumper and you can open the gates for me." We had a couple of gates to go through so with the boy on the back bumper he could hop off, open it then close it behind me and hop back on the bumper, which is what he did. Another 100 yards up the road we did it again and this time he climbed on the cab afterwards. Snookie was in the back seat of the cab but of course had his face between the seats to welcome Tyler who let my boy lick his face then ruffled my Belgian's fur. I continued on the back road for another 50 feet or so before Tyler spoke. "Gosh Russ those magazines you gave me are so cool. Man, I jacked off every day for weeks, sometimes even twice a day. Still haven't cummed 3 times in a day like I did last time you were here." I glanced over at the boy and smiled, noticing that his hand was cupping his crotch. "Well maybe we can break your record sometime Tyler," I said, turning my attention back to the narrow road I was on. We were into the forested land so limbs and branches were encroaching out into my path. "Or at least tie it," Tyler said and out of the corner of my eye I could see him grin. I told him that was a distinct possibility as well. I finally stopped the truck and we got out, Snookie right along with us. "Roam Snooks," I said which was the release to allow the dog to go wherever he wanted, following scents that demanded his attention. I dropped the tailgate and pulled out my Husqvarna chain saw, the gas can, and other items that I might need. Tyler picked up the peavey, a spare chain and asked about the gallon of bar oi but I told him it would wait. I grabbed the Husky and the gas and we headed into the woods. "I did finally jack off with another boy," Tyler told me as we walked. "It was okay but it sure wasn't as much fun as with you Russ." When I asked why Tyler said that the other boy wasn't down for anything other than jacking off and shooting sperm. "I didn't come right out and ask if he wanted to trade cock sucking or even jacking each other but he made it clear that he thought that anything other than jacking ourselves off was gay. "Yeah I understand. So many boys miss out on plenty of fun experiences because they think it's gay and it's not. It's just boy play." Tyler didn't offer a comment one way or the other to that and I found it interesting although I didn't mention it. We continued down the trail another 20 feet to the tree that needed to come down. A big fir, it had been all but toppled in heavy winds, breaking about 15 feet up. It was still living but not by much. "This is called a widow maker Tyler because you can't always predict where it might go once the saw gets through it." I showed him what I was going to do, how I was going to cut it and then had him step off 20 feet to the side. I fired up the chain saw and stepped up and began the diagonal cut on the top side of the tree. Once that was done I went underneath and began cutting upward about 10 inches below where the top cut would have come out. It didn't take long before the tree cracked and I jumped back out of the way and down it went with a crash. "Wow that was cool," Tyler said as he approached me. I asked him if he'd ever used a chain saw and he said he had but not much so I asked if he wanted to learn and he nodded his head. I went about showing the boy how to hold the chain saw, how to keep his top arm locked to keep the bar from kicking back and slicing his head open. I showed him how to use the 16 inch bar to make a rough measure where to cut the wood into stove lengths. That done I clipped a few branches off then allowed Tyler to do it. We got the tree limbed quickly, cutting the thicker ones into pieces for firewood. Once that was done we dragged the left overs into one pile out of the way and the smaller stove pieces into another. Once that was done I showed him how to use to steel teeth at the front of the saw to hold the machine in place and let the moving chain pull itself through the wood. I also showed him the rocking motion that also helped get the chain through the wood. After I'd cut a few pieces I offered the chain saw to Tyler, helped get him into place and let him cut some lengths. I watched the chain try to buck a couple of times but the boy kept it in check and I praised him for his skill. I took over the cutting part and stepped off 5 of newly cut 16" lengths and cut them all the way through. We then used the peavey to roll the logs over to finish the cuts and I let Tyler cut all of them. It only took about 40 minutes and we were done. "Now what," Tyler asked and I said that I had one more to drop. "Well I gotta pee first," he said then wasted no time dropped his jeans and briefs to his knees then pulled his shirt up, making no move to cover or otherwise hide his boy parts. "Looks like you've grown some Tyler," I said standing alongside him and hauling my stuff out. Indeed I had noticed that the boy had gotten a little taller and under his jean he had gained a little length and more hair. "It's almost 5 inches," the boy said with pride as his cock let go with a stream. I had dropped my clothing in the same manner so Tyler all but stared at it. "Gosh I can't believe how big your dick is Russ," he said, "I sure hope I get that big." As we zipped back up he asked, "Are we gonna be able to do stuff today Russ?" "If you want too; sure." The boys' face went into a big grin as he said he did. We went back to the truck, loaded the stuff and headed off to the next tree, a cedar with a 20 inch diameter. I let Tyler work the chain saw then praised him for his work when we finished. Back at the truck we loaded the stuff into the back. "Are we going down to the barn," Tyler asked. "We can if you want to. Do you think you need to?" That got me another grin and a shake of the head. "Well how about we get into the back seat of the truck," I suggested and got an affirmation. I suggested that we take our footwear and jackets off and leave them on the floor in the front and again I got an affirmation. "Maybe we could take everything off but our underwear and maybe kiss a little bit," Tyler suggested and I nodded my head. We got into the truck and I turned it on to provide some head then we stripped to our briefs in the back seat. I could see that the boy was tenting a little bit but not necessarily full on boned. I gently tugged Tyler to me. "You like kissing don't you," I asked and he nodded his head. I tilted his chin and kissed the boy tenderly, backing off then doing it again. Tyler's hand rested on my thigh and when I went back for the third lip touch he slid it up and felt on my cock. It thrilled me that the young teen was taking some initiative and I pressed my mouth against his and in moments we were full on making out. I reached down and found his cock, fully hardened in his briefs and began tugging on it. Tyler finally broke the kiss and leaned his head against mine, gasping for air. I moved my head to kiss and nuzzle on his neck causing him to shiver and gasp. I moved the hand from his cock to the waistband of his briefs. "Let's get you naked sweet boy," I said. Staying hugged up against me, Tyler lifted his narrow little butt up off the seat and I worked his underwear down far enough for him to sit back down while I stripped him. Once fully naked I gently pushed him back so that he was lying on the seat, one foot on the floor, his legs splayed wide open. "You have grown sweet boy," I said, admiring his throbbing young boner. His smooth balls hung between his legs, the perfect young boy. I leaned my head down and licked up and down the underside of his cock, licked at the sensitive underside of his swollen cock head causing him to moan. I moved down and licked his balls, pushing the eggs about in their smooth hairless sac. I finally pulled his cock upright and swallowed him to the root which got me a loud inhalation of breath. I reveled in the boys' warm hard flesh, let my tongue swirl his cock head and picked up the taste of his precum and just a hint of piss. I never minded a little piss taste. I slipped my free hand down between his legs to rub on his butt and he actually raised his ass to give me better access. I rubbed a little more then went for his balls to fondle and tug. Tyler began to thrust his butt up and down, gently fucking my mouth but finally stopped. "I'm gonna cum really soon Russ and I want to suck on your big cock first." I quickly stripped my briefs off but did so right where I was so Tyler couldn't really move. Once they were off I put a knee between his legs but moved my body up so that he could stay laying down and suck on my cock at the same time. I watched as Tyler eagerly took my cock, licked all over the precum covered head before putting it into his mouth and began worshiping it. His eyes were closed as he suckled and just looking down on his sweet face was almost enough to make me cum. He bobbed his head on my cock, taking about 4 inches or so into his mouth. He reached forward and cupped my balls and began gently tugging on them. Being able to look down onto a boys' smooth face while his lips are wrapped around your cock is an amazing thing. I loved it. Tyler stopped sucking for a moment and moved his head so that he lick on my balls. He held my sac in one palm then went about licking the eggs as they lay there. All the while he help ahold of my cock and was rubbing the stiff flesh alongside his face. "Can we suck each other Russ at the same time," he asked, his voice having deepened in lust. I told him we could and to slide down the seat a little bit and then I straddled his face with his cock and balls in my face. I went straight for his cock and swallowed the boy to his hairs, my nose poking the beginning of his sac. I felt him pull my cock down and begin to suck. As we worked, Tyler moved backwards some and started licking on my balls as they hung in the air above his face but continued to stroke my cock. I knew that the young teen was close to having a full view of my asshole, if he hadn't already. I was thankful for the grooming techniques that I had learned as a gay teen and had kept my entire crotch shaved smooth, leaving only a small bit of hair at the base of my cock. So, my asshole was as smooth as I figured Tyler's would be. I felt his fingers move up and gently touch my puckered muscle. His tongue move up my balls, licking along the perineum then hit the seam of flesh on my crotch. My heart picked up speed as I imagined the boy going for my hole to rim without him asking or it being suggested. He had seen it in the magazines so he knew that it was a sexual practice. I adjusted my body so that my hole was lowered for him and he wouldn't have to stretch his neck too far if that's what he wanted to do. Tyler took advantage and licked closer, his hands keeping my cheeks open. I knew he was going to do it, knew that the boy intended to try rimming and a moment later his tongue hit the gold. I moaned loudly as Tyler's tongue explored my most secret spot and did so with plenty of enthusiasm. Tyler's arms went around my waist as if to pull me closer or tighter and I heard him begin to moan as he buried his smooth baby face into my asshole as far as it could go. He started moving his hips up and down, fucking his young boner into my mouth. I kept my head pressed downward, kept his entire cock in my mouth and gently wiggled my own ass. Tyler moaned even more and it wasn't but a second later that his cock thickened against my lips and he shot his gooey young sperm into my mouth. It seemed to be a nice glob too, not a little droplet like that last time I'd seen his cock spurt. I felt his body convulse at least 3 more times. He continued to eat my ass, continued to thrust his hips for a few moments before letting his head fall back onto the seat and let his butt relax again. I took my mouth from his cock but left my head down there to lick his balls and gently tug on the loose skin with my lips. I finally moved from above him and turned around then lowered my body onto his although I kept most of my weight off of him. Tyler opened his eyes, sort of, and grinned at me. He reached his arms out and I lowered my head so they went around my neck and we kissed; deep long and hard, his tongue working overtime in my mouth. "That was incredible Russ," he whispered alongside my face. "I couldn't help it, I had to lick your butt hole and I can't believe how much I loved it and when I squirted my sperm while I was doing it that was about the best cum I've had since the last time we did stuff. "I'm really that you did it sweet boy and If you've showered in the past few hours I'd love to lick you too." "I showered right after you call gramps," he said, "and I took extra time washing my butthole; just in case." I kissed him again and when I broke it I said, "I love how your sperm tasted too. I want more of it." "You can have all I can make. I loved cumming in your mouth too but I want to drink up your sperm too Russ." You know I didn't have a problem with that. I tried to figure out the best position for him and elected to have Tyler kneel in the middle of the seat with his upper body resting on the back then push his tender little butt outward, which he did. I squatted down in front and while it was all doable it wasn't the best position. I would have rather had the boy in bed, on his back with his knees alongside his cute little ears. I reached forward and pulled his little butt cheeks open and admired his pink puckered hairless little muscle for just a moment before leaning in and taking a swipe at it. Tyler moaned softly and then I really went to town, pressing my face into him in the same manner that he had done to me. I've probably said before that I loved rimming a young boy. Well honestly I loved doing everything with a young boy but licking his tender young pussy was right at the top of the list of my favorite things. "Oh shit Russ that feels good," he groaned, his voice even deeper than before. Tyler reached behind with one hand and pulled his butt cheek even further although there wasn't any place to go with it. I licked down his perineum to his ultra-soft balls then back up to his hole. I worshipped him for a good 4 minutes before he had me stop. "God Russ I need to cum again," he said and began to move while my tongue was still pressed against his little rose bud. I backed off and he turned around and planted his mouth against mine. One arm went around my neck and the other grabbed my cock and started tugging on it, all the while soft moans were coming from his throat. He finally backed away but only by inches. "I really want you to fuck me Russ. But I want to do it in a bed and when we have plenty of time. Can we do that, please." Tyler wasn't begging but he was making his wishes known. I nodded my head. "Now I want to suck on your cock and have you shoot your sperm into my mouth." That said he sat on the seat and slouched down. I had a better idea but held off for the time being. I put a knee on the seat alongside of him and put my cock in his face and the boy just took hold of it and clamped his mouth down and began bobbing on it like a seasoned veteran. It didn't take long before both of his hands were on my ass, tugging and pushing, and encouraging me to fuck his sweet young mouth. I did what he wanted and got to where Tyler wanted me pretty fast; faster than I had imagined. I couldn't resist running my fingers through his thick dark hair, doing so in a light gentle manner. "I'm getting close sweet boy," I said. Tyler nodded his head but kept on sucking me. I reached behind me to find the boys' still hard cock and his soft sqishy balls. I played with both, loving the feel of them in my hand. A minute later I told him I was going to shoot. He took one hand from my ass, wrapped it around my cock and stroked me again. When the first jet shot into his mouth Tyler moaned and took his other hand off my ass and as far as I could tell began jacking himself off. On the third squirt he backed off and got shot along his cheek and into his hair. He quickly caught the next one in his mouth and continued to suck but moved back so that he was mostly working my swollen sensitive cock head which allowed my sperm to seep out and run down his chin. Somewhere in the middle of all that I heard him grunt as he ejaculated his own sperm. I finally stopped squirting and oozing. Tyler let go of my cock and relaxed back onto the seat, his narrow chest rising as falling as he worked to catch his breath. My cum was still dribbling on his chin, running on his cheek and in his hair yet he didn't bother to clean any of it up. I just knelt there a watched him and I have to say it was a glorious sight. I love seeing a boy with my cum on his face. I think most men do. It's like a dog pissing on a tree, a marking of one's territory even if only in that moment. I moved to sit next to him and in the process saw the small droplets of his sperm on his chest. I draped an arm across his shoulders and Tyler leaned into me, resting his head against mine. We stayed like that for another minute before he spoke. "Goddamn that was a big wow." I rarely heard the boy curse so knew that he meant what he's said. He looked up and me and raised his head to kiss me then rested again. "I'm really serious about you fucking me Russ. I've been thinking about it quite a bit actually." "Well sweet boy I think that fucking you would be the coolest thing ever. The problem is how to get you away from Samuel. I don't really want you to have to lie about being somewhere just we can go somewhere else and breed." "Yeah, I know. We'll figure it out Russ." We cleaned him up using water from a thermos that I always carry when I'm on the road. I dropped him off at the barn and before he left the boy moved into my arms for another good long kiss. "Come back soon Russ. I love being with you." That said I hit the road and was back home a couple hours later but not until I'd stopped for a burger and fries at a very popular roadside dive that had actually been featured on triple D. Again, life moved on. The Chapman's house remained vacant, my garden's started to come alive by early march and by the time I was ready for another trip to the farm, the Tulips, Hyacinths, Daffies and other flora were at the end of their bloom and still more plants were coming up. I spend an hour naked with Tyler out in the woods. I brought lube with me and had the boy fuck me good and hard after we'd both cum in each other's mouths. He was still dying to have my cock shoved up his ass. I told him I had thought about seeing if Samuel would allow him to spend a few days or a week at my house in early summer to help with work around the house. Samuel knew that I had a fair amount of maintenance to handle. There was also the possibility that I might be able to let Samuel take him school shopping when the time came. I was more that happy clothing the boy. I didn't have many relatives, no partner, no nothing, to spend my money on and Samuel knew that. I made a plan of inquiring about the beginning of summer and if that went well then the end of summer was a second option. My house, my bed, my cock stuffed in Tyler's ass. A month later I had to be out of town for 3 days as I entered my own gated drive when I returned I was surprised to see a cream colored Escalade in the Chapman's driveway. I saw Gertrude, my octogenarian neighbor talking to a woman by the SUV. The woman appeared to be in her 30's, was a medium height and had shoulder length blonde hair and, from where I was, appeared to be a good looking woman. Gertrude waved to me as I pulled in and I tooted my horn in response. Inside the house I changed out of my travel clothes and tossed on a pair of 501's cut off above the knee, a t-shirt and flip flops then went out to meet and greet my new neighbors, Snookie at my side. I went out through my bedroom slider onto the huge wood deck that ran the entire length of the back of the house. At 1100 square feet in size I joked that it was big enough to land helicopters on or use as a bowling lane. From there it was a straight shot off of my property and across the blacktop to where Gertrude and the woman were talking. "Aahhh Russ, there you are," the aged woman said. "This is our new neighbor Casey. Casey, this is Russ." I shook her hand, pleased by the warm grip. "It's a pleasure to meet you Russ," Casey said in a light voice. She appeared to be about 5'7, willowy, and as I said, long blonde hair and beautiful blue green eyes, her makeup done to enhance them. She was a very attractive woman and had I not been a boy lover I might have enjoyed dating her and perhaps even bedding her. We chatted briefly, engaging in the get to know you dance and I was explaining what I did for a living which allowed me to work from home half of the time when a young god appeared from around the blind side of the SUV. Like his mother, the boy was blonde but not a single color of blonde, more like the classic surfer blonde with multiple shades of blonde, platinum being predominant. The different colors were so close to each other that it was difficult separate them individually but as a whole it provided a very soft mottled look. His hair was thick, that was quite evident, as was the fact that it hadn't been cut for some time so the ends were very uneven to a point of being raggedy. And it didn't just lay flat but gave the illusion of clumps of strands without actually being clumpy. Worn long it covered his ears and hung over his eyes, some of the wisps reaching the bridge of his freckled nose and the bottom set of thick lashes while others grazed his equally thick eyebrows. The hair wasn't really brushed to the right but sort of seemed to gravitate in that direction and when he ran his hand through the bangs it did push them to one side, revealing a set of magnificent blue green eyes. As I said, the bridge of his perky nose was smattered with freckles that encroached lightly onto his inner cheeks. His overall skin tone was slightly tanned, indicating plenty of time outdoors, his face very slightly rounded. I could envision his cheek bones showing more as he matured into a middle and later stage teenager. The boys' lips were nicely formed but more on the thin side rather than thick. However, that didn't make them any less kissable. He was wearing a pale green hoodie with knitted cuffs and a pair of sport shorts that showed off a pair of coltish legs that had a smattering of the lightest possible wisps of hair possible. I couldn't help but notice the bulge at the front of the shorts and figured he was wearing a pair of tight briefs or was very well hung for a boy that appeared to be a young 13. "Michael, this is our neighbor Russ," his mother said, then to me, "my son Michael although he prefers Mike" I reached out and the boy god took my hand and said, "Hey, nice to meet you." The boy's voice was boys' choir material; that sweet high pitch that was typical of boys' his age. His gorgeous eyes went to my dog but not before stopping at the bulge of my shorts for a very brief moment. "That is a beautiful dog, what's its name." Jesus I loved that kids' voice. "It's a he and his name is Snookie." My boy immediately sat and watched Mike intently waiting for the command he knew would come. "Snookie, shake," I said and the dog extended his right paw. As soon as Mike let go I said, "Say hello Snooks," he gave a little yip. "That's way cool. He's smart huh?" The boy had no idea just how smart my dog was. Snookie understood at least 50 commands as well as visual cues and could perform a multitude of tricks. I just nodded my head and gave the command to get his ball and my 90 pound boy took off like a shot. "What grade are you going into Mike," I asked and he said 8th. I asked if played sports and he shook his head but added that he liked to play baseball. About that time Snookie came back with his ball and offered it to me. I simply said Mike's name and Snookie turned to the boy. "Go ahead, toss it for him." Mike took the ball and hurled it and of course Snookie took off after it. "Plans for the summer," I asked to no one in particular. Casey said that she was taking over as a regional manager for a national department store chain while Mike said he wasn't doing anything since he didn't know anyone. "Well," I said, "I'm home most of the time so you're welcome to come over and hang out. I also take my bike out on a regular basis so you're welcome to come along if you'd like." "I need to get a new bike mom," he said, "since mine was stolen last month." Casey smiled indulgently and said it would be one of the first things that they would do. "Russ was referring to his Harley," Gertrude interjected and I swear that the boys' eyes opened wide. "You got a Harley," he asked, clearly impressed and excited. By that time Snookie had brought the ball back and was waiting for it to be tossed again so I threw it into a dense pile of blackberry bushes and my dog went after it. I knew he wouldn't come out until he had the ball. "I do and actually I was thinking of taking it out for a little hop; you wanna go?" Well, I can't imagine offering him anything else could have generated more excitement. He looked to his mother. "Can I mom, please," the boy asked, not quite pleading but close and of course Casey was a little hesitant. She didn't know me after all. "Russ is a perfectly marvelous driver," Gertrude said. "I've even ridden bitch with him." That got some wide open stares both for the language and the act itself and I laughed out loud. Gertrude was a real piece of work and I adored her. But it was true, I had taken the old gal out a couple of times which caused even more stares when she got off the bike in public. "I guess it's alright," Casey said. "Put on some long pants and sturdy shoes," I told him and the boy turned to run off. I admired how the shorts hugged his bubble butt then noticed the two telltale straps that ran downward diagonally from each hip to disappear between his legs. The kid was wearing a jock strap and no underwear. Interesting "Thank you Russ," Casey said. "My son hasn't had any adult male influence since his father left us a year ago. "Russ is very good with kids. My great grandkids love him," Gertrude offered. It was true that a couple of her great grandsons and I had gotten pretty close during their week long visits to Gertrude's house. If she only knew. I excused myself to go change, whistling for Snookie as I went then said, "Tell Mike to come in through the door on the deck," while pointing to the direction that I had come from and was headed to. I went in through the bedroom slider and straight to my walk-in closet where I tugged my shorts off then grabbed my jeans and a long sleeved shirt and went back into the bedroom proper. My cell phone rang so I answered it and proceeded to give instructions to a co-worker on how to solve a problem he was having. Phone to my ear I was pacing around the large open room clad only in a pair of Private Structure low rise briefs in a dark blue with white piping. They fit me like a glove. I didn't see Mike as he stepped up onto my deck and was presented with a full on front view of me through the floor to ceiling glass less than10 feet away. I was sort of resting my forehead in my free hand so when I hung up I looked out and saw him standing there and quickly signaled for him to come in. "Gosh I'm really sorry Russ, I didn't mean to catch you in your underwear," he said, clearly embarrassed. I sat on the edge of my bed to pull on some heavy socks. "Don't worry about it Mike, it's just us guys right? I haven't got anything you haven't seen every day of your life. Seriously, I'm not in the least worried about it and hope you won't be either." He was standing a few feet away as I stood up, grabbing my shirt in the process. I couldn't help but see the boys' gorgeous eyes go straight to my bulge which was very enhanced by the briefs. As I tugged on the shirt he said, "Gosh do you work out or something? Your body is incredible." Indeed I was in the best shape possible for a 38 year old male and I did work out, almost religiously in the workout room atop my garage. "I wish my body looked like that." "It can if you want it to Mike. Hey, how about you work out with me. Perhaps I can teach you some things." "I'd like that," he said. I grabbed my jeans and again, the boy stared right at my crotch although he didn't know that I'd seen him do it. It was okay because I checked out his package and it to be a pleasant lump. I had him follow me out to my laundry room where I donned my riding boots and leather vest then went out into the garage. The bike is custom built '14 Harley with a 103 Cubic inch motor, that's almost 1700 CC. I had a Screaming Eagle Stage II kit installed which included increased intake and exhaust along with a wide primary so it has horse power and torque. The frame was lowered almost 2 inches, there's lots of chrome, a kicked out tree with custom rims, a fatty on the back. The Paint is a bright red with yellow flames trimmed in a very light blue and of course everything is pearl. It's typically a single seater but I have a Buddy pad that only takes a minute to mount, which I did. The pad isn't very big so a shorty sissy bar and back pad helps keep a passenger in place. I told Mike to try on one of 3 helmets on a rack and pointed out a spare pair of goggles. I admired his butt, held tightly by his jeans, and wondered about burying my face between those bubbly globes. I got on the bike and backed it out and got it situation. I gave Mike the instructions about how to ride, to lean, how to tap my helmet if he needed my attention, and above all to hold on. I pulled down the rear pegs and had him climb on. Once he was seated I fired the thing up. It was loud, it shook like a Harley should although even more so due to the performance cam. I gave it a moment then turned my head. "You ready," I said in a loud voice. The boy tapped my helmet gently then shot a hand around in front of me with a thumb up. I kicked it down into first, blipped the throttle and let the clutch out. I let the bike idle down my road, the neighbors that were outside waving as we passed. Once I got it out onto the main road and straightened out I hit the throttle and took it to 3rd gear and 60 miles an hour in under 5 seconds. Mike giggled heavily behind me as I backed it off to about 40, and we were off.