He pondered, distracting himself, making silly mistakes loading hay. The uncomfortable stares were enough.
George slowly approached Slim, while passing him let a whisper slide his sweating ears - "Meet me in the barn in 5 minutes, I need to talk to you".
Before Slim could reply, George was swept away into the heavy doors of the cooling barn.
Five minutes pass and Slim enters, almost waltzing himself to his lover; George. "What do you want?" Slim wondered, staring into George's soul through the open doors of his eyes. They were almost as open as his buttcheeks the other night.
"Are things... okay between us?"
"Yeah... why?" Slim answered uncomfortabely. A silence was adrift. It lingered in the humid air of the midday weather. But all of a sudden the urges were all too much. Not much talking happened in the barn aside from the future moans of lovers' colliding. Slim grabbed George hastily and firmly, pulling him closer while keeping a sultry gaze. Within moments, they locked lips. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, the saliva coating each other like a mother covering her son in a blanket at late night. His meaty claws slowly slipped into George's denim jeans, teasing him with his snail like movement. He grasped George's weiner tightly, and tugged at it, like rope.
"Slim!" George moaned passionately. Through his moaning he begged for more. And more is what he got. Slim got down on his manly knees, his pants being smothered by hay. His veiny hands pulled down George's pants teasingly, gazing at him from below. Zam! Out came the wanger. In a quick movement, Slim hastily locked his lips around George's dick. At first, he sucked slowly, but the more that George moaned his name, begging, pleading for more pleasure, he sucked even harder, and faster.
"Oh Slim... I love you." George blurted out in passion. Slim stopped abruptly.
"What..? You love me?!"
What has George done?