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Mason remembered how his breathing became short and his chest ached as the picture unfolded before his eyes, and how, when he saw Cory place one of his arms around Kevin, his cock had exploded, spurting his juice and sending it all over the place.

Just as he had up on the rocks over the swimming hole, now here in the privacy of his own shower, Mason shot his load, a heavy load of pure cum with the image of Cory and his arm around Kevin's shoulder, except in his mind, it wasn't Kevin's shoulder the arm rested on but his own.

The hot water sprayed him and he washed up fully now, his thoughts back to this world. He knew that any hint of his infatuation with Cory would mean a certain and slow death. He doubted if he could expect any help from his parents, but maybe George? Guess that would depend on just what he was in hot water for. As usual he was left alone to his own devices. He quickly finished up, rinsing the soap and sticky cum off his body.

With a towel in hand he went back to his bedroom. He stopped in front of the full length mirror, and what he saw was a tall blond, deep blue eyes, a solid body with no body fat at all. That was one good thing about working around the barn. He saw long arms and solid legs. He could see that his hair was getting thicker on his legs and his cock wasn't anything to rant about; it was average and, after careful reflection, he realized that he really wasn't a geek, but he also wasn't attractive, at least in his own mind. Even George never told him he was handsome; instead, he just called him his private puff pastry, whatever that meant.

He had to get a move on. It was Saturday and he had to be out at the barn. They were getting a truck load of hay in and it was his job to stack it and also to count it. His dad was a real stickler for getting his money's worth and he didn't waste anytime in drumming that into his boy's heads. It was also why he was scheduled to be a business major next year at college, just like George. He dressed quickly now and with his faded jeans on, work boots, and a blue patterned shirt on, he really looked like the typical farm boy. Rushing down the stairs he passed his parents at the dining room table having their morning coffee.

“Make sure you count those bales!” his father yelled, as he ran out the door and headed off towards the barn.

He could see the hay truck was already up to the barn and there was Mr. Gregory standing by the door. He also saw that he had a helper with him which was great, it would make the loading go faster and then maybe, if he finished in time he could head out to the swimming hole. Maybe Cory would show up later and he could relive last weekend’s fantasy.

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