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FARM After Work Time 🚜🚜🛠🐃🐃🧢🌽💦💦

Coby paused a moment before interrupting John’s rest, although he knew John had already heard his footsteps coming up. No matter how many times he saw John shirtless, it was still amazing. There were some lambs born that did not have as much hair as John had on a normal basis. He cleared his throat. 
“Brought you a cold beer, John.”
John lifted his ball cap. “We have beer? I thought we were out.” He took the can.
“No, the fridge was full last time, so I put the overflow in the fridge in the garage.”
“Huh.” John cracked the can, holding it over the dirt so it didn’t drip on him. “What a miracle.” He took a swig and exhaled. “Man that hits a spot after working cows all day. Thanks.”
Colby smiled demurely and clasped his hands behind his back. 
John sat back in the chair with half the can left in his hand. He glanced at Colby and licked his lower lip to get the suds off. “Alright, you can get on.”

Colby made a little noise of victory under his breath. John pushed his fly open and brought his cock out. It was already half hard and it didn’t take much stroking to get it up to full mast. The head pushed out of the crown of skin. “Man, this thing is sweaty. You sure you want it?”
“Don’t bother me, it’ll just make it easier to ride. I’m already lubed, though.” Colby threw a leg over John’s lap.
John took a swig and set the can on the ground. “Man, slow down there Cowboy.”
“I’ve been waiting all day for you to come in from the fields. I’m done being patient.”
“Well be patient on my dick, or you’re going to bend something.”
Colby met his gaze while his other hand guided John’s cock to his whole. “I always go nice and slow with you don’t I? You’re too big for me to take right away…need to get used to you anyway.”
“Fucking hell.” John groaned as tight heat enveloped his cock. “You are never leaving his farm ya hear me? You’re just everything I ever need.”
Colby didn’t answer right away. His eyes were half closed and he was working on getting the rest of John into him by making slow motions up and down. “Well if you really mean that, do me a favor – get a better chair. I don’t want to have to explain to your mother in the ER that I need a tetanus shot after having sex.” 

John barked out a laugh. “Christ Colby, don’t bring up my mom during sex! I’ll get you a better chair, I promise. Now keep your mouth shut and focus on what you’re doing. No bending stuff.”
Colby smirked and sat down on John’s lap. “Copy, cowboy.” 
John groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Sweet lord in heaven!”

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You took your houseboy on a summer trip to make sure he wasn’t getting burned out. Your houseboy was a quiet, territorial type and you weren’t sure how he’d react to being away from his home for so long, though. At first, he seemed sullen and unsure, gazing longingly at your home in the mirror as you pulled out of the driveway. Wi-fi cameras and motion detectors would help him keep peace of mind. Still, he was listless on the drive.

The first day or so he fussed over the rented cabin excessively,  muttering to himself. He cleaned it top to bottom and stocked the shelves. You didn’t want him nesting down in there, and made a point to get him out in nature as much as possible. He protested mildly, but you gave him the task of packing picnics for your trips and soon the complaining stopped. The boy’s skin soon turned a lovely tan from being out doors, and his hair became streaked with highlights. 

One of these days you had rented a boat and were now floating on the lake after a good bout of fishing. Your houseboy was perched on the edge, watching the sunset over the hills and trees. He glanced down at the sun’s wobbly reflection on the water. He bent over, like a swan, and ran his fingers through the reflection. The boy looked so utterly beautiful it took the breath out of your lungs.

He noticed you watching him and straightened up. “Sir?”
“Yes lad?”
“Can we come here every year?”
You smile. “Absolutely. You want to come in the fall when the leaves change too?”
His face brightened. “Can we?’
”Yes.”
Your boy hugged his knees together and a look of tired contentment came to his face. “I’d like that, Sir.”
“Then it settled. Also, what do you think about cooking the fish outside over a fire tonight, instead of int he house?”

That made him gawk. “We can DO that?”
I grinned and leaned back in my chair. “We can do whatever we want. We’re on vacation.”

My houseboy considered this answer. After a moment, he got up, walked over, and slid into my lap.

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You’re not super reiligious, but you agree that Sunday should be a day of rest. You make sure your boys have some time where chores aren’t a priority. You let them sleep in. You all make brunch together. You unlock them for cleaning and showers, and it leads to sex. You push their beds together and enjoy them both. No rules, as long as you cum before them. Afterwards, you let them relax au naturale unlocked, and discuss the book you all have been reading. Yes, reading. You encourage them to read and well, it’s like a private book club for just your house.  

One of your boys never had books growing up, his dad mocked him for it. The other one was more of a video game fan, but now they’re both readers. So you chat until you’re hungry, then it’s time to wash the sheets, have another shower, and have a snack.

Maybe a nap follows. Maybe more sex. But you always go for a walk in the evening, all holding hands.

You love your boys, and setting a day aside for them helps strengthen your bond as an odd sort of family. Since you started doing this, there’s been no more lashing out or tantrums and a big reductions in spankings. They communicate better and express themselves better. Plus, less complaining when you lock them up again.

Happy boys (and horny boys) are good boys.

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“How’s the chili coming?” Gabriel asked.
“Doing alright. On hour three. It needs more time in the crockpot. Are the green beans done?”
“Mmnn. Just about to put them in the freezer. We’re running out of room in there though.”
“Yeah we won’t have much room soon,” Benji agreed. “The lasagna took up a ton.” He shifted his weight, “God, my feet hurt. I can’t believe we’re almost done with the weekly cooking. Such a big list of recipes this week cause of that holiday party at the firm.”
“Mmn, yeah I’m burnt out on cooking. My hands are so dry from washing them.”
“Me too,” Benji agreed.
We still have to start on dinner though. It’s nearly 6.” Gabriel sighed. “Ugh, I don’t even want to touch food right now. I’m so done with handling raw fish. It’s a shame fried catfish just isn’t as good any other time then fresh.”
“Yeah seriously. I mean you can put it in the broiler but it’s just not the same,” Benji agreed. He shifted his weight again. “I think I’m going to ask Stephen for a mat to stand on or something.”
“Mmmn. That’s a good idea. Pass the pepper.”

Normally, both boys wouldn’t be so dour about serving the men they both loved and preparing food which would nourish them through-out the week. Gabriel worked for Porter, an esteemed lawyer, as a personal assistant and houseboy, and Benji, worked part time both for Porter’s paralegal Stephen, and went to school. Once a week, Gabriel and Benji got together and prepared meals for the week, dividing it at the end of the day to take to their respective homes. It was easier with two, and the company was better. But today wasn’t a normal day. It was a day they both wanted to be somewhere else, especially as the hours ticked on.

Then, the door bell rang.

Gabriel looked up. “Must be a courier.” That wasn’t entirely unusual. Legal documents sometimes had to be signed the same day they were written, and once in a while a courier knocked at odd hours to have Porter sign something important. Gabriel washed his hands real fast and dried them on a towel. “Coming!”

He jogged toward the door, and checked the peep hole. Yep, courier. Gabriel hoped it wasn’t urgent. Porter was still at the office. “One moment please.” Gabriel opened the door and went through the proper motions of politely accepting the envelope and signing for it. He was confused when the courier said it was for him – not for Porter.
“For me?” Gabriel repeated, confused.
“Yes Sir. That’s what it says.”
“Huh?”
“Turn it over.”
Gabriel flipped the envelope over. In Porter’s black scrawl it said, “Gabriel – open immediately.”
Gabriel was immediately curious. Christmas was still a week away. An early present maybe?

He tipped Joshua, closed the door, and went back to the kitchen.
“Courier?” Benji asked, setting corn flour on the counter.
“Yeah but it’s address to me.”
“Huh?”
Gabriel held up the envelope. 
“Oh weird! Porter sent you an delivery from his office? How mysterious. Open it open it!” 
Gabriel grinned and tour open the perforated tab. Benji bounced on his feet. Inside, was an envelope and a note. 
“Dear Gabriel and Benjij – thank you for your hard work today. Stephen and I know we have the best houseboys and boyfriends ever.-”
“Awww,” Benji cooed, putting a hand over his heart.
“-..Please enjoy the night off?” 
“What?” 
Gabriel furrowed his brow. “That’s what it says. To enjoy the night off.”
Benji’s face lit up. “Oh maaan. Is that what I think it is? Tell me what’s in that envelope is what I think it is!”
Gabriel tore it open and pulled out two tickets to a 8:30 showing of the new Star Wars movie. He gasped. “BENJI look!”
Benji whooped and jumped around in a circle.
“Holy shit, Porter got us tickets!” Gabriel gaped at them, touching them excessively to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating this.
“We’re going on premiere night!” Benji cried out, suddenly feeling much more rejuvenated. “Oh this is awesome! No chance of having it spoiled online then!”
“Dude there’s something else in here,” Gabriel said, feeling the envelope
“What what?”
“It’s two twenty dollar bills.”
“What for?” Benji asked.
Gabriel unfolded them and read the post it note stuck to one. “Order yourselves a pizza, get showered, and go.”
“Aw sweet pizza!”
Gabriel shared the sentiment. Porter disapproved of unhealthy carb-bombs and greasy plates. Pizza and a movie was going to be a blast, like when they were teenagers again. Not having to make dinner was such a relief.

Gabriel texted Porter immediately, so wired he could barely type straight: Thank you thank you thank you Sir!! So excited that we get to go to Star Wars!
Porter replied: You’re welcome. You and Benji have fun. Don’t worry about dinner.
Then: Oh, Stephen is sleeping over tonight, so please make sure both you boys are prepared when we come home. We will want both of you.
Gabriel gave Benji a lopsided grin and showed him the message. “It’s going to be a long night.”
Benji chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, our men. So insatiable.”
Gabriel giggled. “Come on! Help me find a place to order take out from. We should order it and go shower to save time. The movie starts at 8:30 and I am NOT missing the trailers.”
“Did you hear there’s a new Independence Day 2 trailer?”
“Benji! No spoilers!”
“Sorry.”
“I’m going to make sure Stephen spanks you for that!”
“I said I’m sorry!”

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“What are you boys doing in here? Why are you standing around like that? There’s a lot of cooking to be done! We got a lot of people coming over later for our holiday party.”
“We’re warming our buns, Sir.”
“Yes,” the second houseboy says, “Our buns are cold. It’s freezing in here!”
“We can’t cook if we’re too cold, so we’re warming the kitchen a little.”
“You’re still wasting time! Isn’t there something you should be doing?”
“Sir, forgive me for saying so, but it’s 8 in the morning. The party isn’t until 5. Plus, we did a lot of prep-work last night. We’re going to have plenty of time.”

The man out of the house puffs out his cheeks as he gets momentarily distracted by bare legs and cute butts. “Well..fine. Could one of you at least make me a cup of coffee then?”
“Right away, Sir,” they both echo. One houseboy on the outside of the oven turns to the other closer to the counter and mouths. “Decaf. Use the decaf.”

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