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Mason almost jumped back as the helper turned the corner and stared out at him. It was Cory! The mere sight of him gave Mason a raging hard on. Now what the fuck was he gonna do? He had just finished showering and jerking off to the mental image of this hot hunk and now here he was, in faded blue jeans, boots, and cotton, grey t-shirt that stuck to his upper body, clearly exposing the rippling muscles. What was he doing here?

“Hey Mason, so this is your place?” Cory asked as Mason stepped forward.

Mason was nervous as hell as they started to off load the hay. He was working side by side with Cory taking the bales thrown off by Mr. Gregory and stacking them inside the barn door.

The work was hot and hard and as the sun rose up in the sky, they both were sweating. Mason wasn't sure if his sweat was from the work and sun or from being this close to Cory. They didn't have much time to talk which was alright with Mason, he doubted if he could put two words together, being this close to Cory. Finally the truck was off loaded. Cory sat by the last bale, wiping his brow, his T-Shirt soaked with his perspiration.

"So, you gotta stack all this inside?" he asked.

"Yeah, and count them too," Mason answered.

"Hmm, well I am finished for the day. Want me to give you a hand?" Cory enquired.

Mason's jaw dropped at the idea, and he was only able to shake his head yes.

For three hours the two boys worked hard stacking the bales. Mason kept track of the count and that was hard enough under normal times, this time it was a real chore, specially after Cory took his shirt off. Man those pecs were sweet! Mason almost lost it specially as he had a close up view of the chiseled stomach, the ripe red nipples jutting out, and the tattoo.

Cory worked hard at stacking the hay. He was always lifting and then throwing, and every few minutes Mason would make sure he was staring right at him. The way his butt would look with each throwing motion. For the entire 3 hours Mason walked around with one of the hardest erection he had ever experienced in his life. Man what a treat this was. For the first time he was sorry that the stacking was finished.

With the work finished an awkward silence past between them. Cory had his shirt in his hand, when Mason took his life in his hands.

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