This was my fourth week at the farm: the pale, skinny boy from the big city had been dropped by his bearish business man father, Joseph Corelli, one Sunday morning and was welcomed by his bearish farmer uncle, Edward Corelli.
My uncle was a PhD but had decided at 40 to drop a brilliant academic career and retire to the country, far away from the city smells, only to turn his farm into one of the most innovative and successful businesses in the region.
I hadn't seen uncle Ed during the past eight years, and when I saw him again I was pleasantly surprised and aroused as I had just found out that I was attracted to big, burly, mature men, no twinks like me, thank you very much (well, maybe with the exception of my new jack off buddy, Denny, but then again, I had just discovered masturbation and I had to take what was available).
Anyway, here was uncle Ed, much bigger than I remembered, balding, unshaven, with a beer gut stretching his white t-shirt and lots of new muscles on him; the one thing that hadn't changed was his killer smile, so different from dad's stern composure.
He had picked me up with his bulging hairy arms and thrown me in the air like he did when I was a little kid, and still had me giggling at him.
My dad laughed, a rare event, specially since mom had flown with that bastard, his former partner.
"Will you ever grow up, Ed", he said, shaking his head.
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Story Added: 2014-03-03