![]() They never checked on me, or noticed that each day before I left, I'd strip naked behind the shed and shower myself off under the outdoor shower before I left for home. I'd be shirt-off, sweating, grooming, moving hay bales, whatever. Everyone would be inside enjoying the air conditioning. ![]() Some afternoons, he'd walk from the pool to the horse barns and shoot the breeze. Once in a while some of his friends would drop by. Late spring and summer, he'd be at the pool. During the fall and winter, he'd be at the state university on the B-ball team. Somehow, whenever I had to go to the house, he'd be there, sitting on one of the loungers, or walking around the pool. His dick inside that suit was big and I'm sure he knew that it was difficult to contain. Often, he'd swim in the tiniest suit I'd ever seen. Curly blond hair atop blue eyes and a basketball player's body. At nearly seven feet tall, he had the body of a greek god. And so he'd come to the horse barns and watch me shovel shit, feed the horses, and groom them. His father was always flying some place, his mother oblivious, and tended to by the maid or the cook. This is about Reg and his folk's farm, which is actually more like a resort with horses, and a half mile down the road from where I grew up.
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