Previews of "A Summer in the farm" part II

CHAPTER 1

Here you´re a fragment and one illustration of the first chapter for this second part, in which Mark and Jeremy, Kyle´s best friends, go to visit him at Garrison´s farm. There they will witness in person Kyle´s amazing gains and other impressive stud feats.

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Mark drove through the Garrisons´ farm entrance, whose fence was already opened by Kyle some minutes ago when Jeremy texted him: “Almost there”. The rattling sound of the sports car let Kyle know that his friends had already arrived. Once parked in the yard, the two boys got off and fixed their eyes on the imposing figure that came out of the barn escorted by a golden retriever.

A combo of Amazement and fun got drawn on Mark and Jeremy´s faces, as Kyle approached with his 6’ 6’’ height and 300 pounds of blown-up muscles that made him sway with a sensation of imposing heaviness at every one of his firm steps. An absolutely virile picture that contrasted with Kyle´s playful smile from his wide mouth, aware of the additional comical effect that his farm clothing had on their “posh” friend; straw hat, red bandana around his neck, work boots, unfastened overalls, and a tight white ribbed tank top.

Mark and Kyle raised their arms for a bro handshake with a strong slap, “My bougie bro turned into a big country boy! Haha” After embracing and still waving their together hands, Mark added, “Looking much bigger than in your last pics, man!”

“Yeah, haha!” Kyle answered almost roaring while turning to Jeremy to greet him in the same brotherly way. Then he lifted up his tight tank to his neck and sucked in as he puffed out his chest, making his massive pecs protrude to the point they squeezed his chin. Kyle, looking down at Jeremy, asked, “Do I look bigger, Jam? Do you like it?”,  Kyle flashed Mark a knowing smile, still with his tank rolled above his massive chest, impossible to fall down by itself, and looked back at his tiny friend, making his pecs bounce like insisting on an answer.

Jeremy, who remained quiet like a stiffed goat about to faint when impressed, finally nodded his head sheepishly, unable to take his eyes off Kyle´s imposing chest, “Oh … yeah … indeed … I´m freaked out … looking much bigger in person!”.

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I don´t wanna give too much away about what´s going to happen. I just give you another piece of the story where I describe Mark and Jeremy and let your imagination fly ; )

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Mark was a boy somewhat older than Kyle. Fitness passionate ever since he was 14, his muscles grew with a rocky look as if they were sculpted in stone. Under his thick but perfectly outlined angular eyebrows, Mark´s slanted eyes were black and bright like two burning coal embers, which, together with his square jaw and prominent cheekbones, granted him the glare of a panther about to pounce. Such fierce countenance seemed to warn of the ardent strength of his character; Mark was vehement in the expression of his impulses and convictions, his high pride bordered arrogance, and his unbreakable fortitude bordered stubbornness.

Jeremy, on the contrary, was humble and thoughtful; every single word he pronounced was exhaustively selected to not hurt anyone´s feelings, on the rare times he spoke by his preference for blending in. In fact, his look and manners seemed to be made for that end, since his slim figure, somewhat shorter than average, and his soft and quiet movements produced the sensation that he could at any moment vanish into thin air like a weightless patch of fog under the midday sun. Such small body proportions highlighted his bulbous green eyes of drowsy eyelids, which were limpid, translucid, and transmitted serenity like the contemplation of a kelp bed seen through the calm crystal clear waters of a pristine beach.

CHAPTER 2

     In this preview, Kyle takes Jeremy behind the barn to have a nap on some sheaves of wheat. Both friends share an intimate moment.

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Kyle, caressing languidly his full gut under his tank with one hand, looked at Jeremy and tapped the improvised mattress on his side with the other, as a smirk drew on his sleepy face.

Jeremy, like avoiding to disturb the quietness around them, laid next to his friend almost noiselessly.

“This is one of the best things around here, Jam”, Kyle said with a voice full of delightful drowsiness, “chilling out after a big and delicious meal, dude”. The big boy said with a long sigh of pleasure.

“Indeed”, Jeremy agreed, “I love it. Yeah, so nice and quiet here”

Kyle murmured, “Hehe, I knew you´d love it, man”

The two friends didn´t say anything for a while as if they had agreed with no words to enjoy the solace that only that farm lost in the countryside could provide.

There was a soothing silence as immense as the sunny fields before them that touched the horizon. A silence that alternated with the sporadic bird songs from the different trees around the farm calling each other.

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From Jeremy´s position sitting on the wheat, Kyle seemed to turn into a giant as he rose from his knees to stand up. With his stomach at the level of Jeremy´s head, Kyle said with playful cockiness, “I´ve gained this 300 pounds of muscle and belly just for you, Jam”.

Jeremy looked up to find Kyle´s face, almost hidden by his chest, whose blue eyes sparkled with crazy fun. Kyle, encouraged by Jeremy´s pure expression of amazement, threw his hat on the piles of straw to take off, after several tries, his ribbed tank. Then he said in a jocular tone with his manly voice, ”Now you can show off your big stud every time we go to the beach! I hope these muscles make the year of my absence worthwhile for you, haha!” He stretched out his arms and flexed his already impressive pecs, blowing them up further to emphasize his point.

Jeremy thought himself the toy of an illusion. An illusion brought to life in the pretended shape of jokes, yet as exciting and impressive as if it were real in the way Kyle fulgurated strong virility in every one of his confident expressions, vigorous gestures, and the animal roars he accompanied his passionate muscle poses.

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“Jam, look at this!” Kyle put his hat back on and walked a couple of steps away. Then he pulled his hat down to cover his eyes, sucked in to enhance his chest forming a slender shape on his muscle torso, took his other hand to his waist, and added with a seductive deep tone, “Now muscle sexy cowboy”

Then he slid his hat back, the brim pointing straight up. He pushed his gut out further than his pecs, looking at Jeremy with widened goofy eyes, and said with a throaty voice almost without articulating, “Now gutted country pumpkin”

Jeremy laughed dazzled as Kyle kept shifting shapes

“Haha. What´s your favorite one, Jam?” Kyle asked performing again the two types

Jeremy answered, “Gutted country pumpkin, for sure! That big gut of yours fits you, big man. Haha. I´m so glad you keep being the crazy, cheerful boy I met once”

Kyle, moved by Jeremy´s sweet purity, gave him a warm smile tinged with sadness in his eyes, perhaps regretting his distancing for the last year, during which Jeremy, despite his dismay, never ceased to tribute Kyle his tender affection and loyal understanding.

Kyle, in a low voice like a lover whisper, said, “I´m still your Kyle, just bigger and stronger”

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