In the tiny rural town I grew up in in Kansas. I was very careful not to look too closely at the farm boys who'd been working hard on their farms since they were kids. and they had big muscles. The two black brothers looked ready for competition. I tried hard, but I just couldn't help but stare when they had their shirts off. I don't know how they got so open minded in that homophobic farmland, but they used to wink at m,e when they caught me starrin' and never once acted like they even knew who I was. It was cool and hot and I dreamed about them both. There were only 7 black kids in my whole school. I don't think anyone was brave enough to be racist to them and they were such amazing athletes they were part of the cool jock clique. I had great fantasies about them.