The next morning, it was already hot when Tim and Mark walked into the kitchen in nothing but their tighty whities after sleeping together in Tim’s bed for the first time. Linda and Joe looked up from the table and smiled at the boys as they sat down together. “Morning boys, did you sleep well?” was the only thing Linda asked as she watched them both, realising the change in their body language and their silent communications.
“Yes Mum, we did thanks,” Tim replied blushing as he spoke, refusing eye contact with his mother who knew they had slept together in Tim’s bed.
Breakfast was a strange mix of normalcy and newness, but now, there was an underlying current of happiness between Tim and Mark as they shared a secret smile across the table, the kind that said more than any words could, a smile that did not go unnoticed by Linda and Joe.
Tim suggested they go riding. It was a perfect day for it, with the sun shining and the fields stretching out before them like a sea of green. Mark agreed eagerly, but it was Joe who asked, “Boys, you are planning to wear more than your skivvies today I hope?” in a declaration of his expectations. Joe sometimes could be traditional in his outlook upon life and wearing more than skivvies supported convention and Joe was at times, very conventional. He even voted Republican as he often reminded people.
“Um, Dad, it’s a hot day and it would be nice to remain like this,” Tim responded to his question.
“Joe, leave the boys alone. If they wish to enjoy the day in their tighty whities, let them. Who is it going to harm and I remember a time when you would seldom get dressed yourself?”
Joe capitulated. “Fine. I was only thinking that riding horses in skivvies is unconventional, that’s all,” bringing the conversation to an end, acknowledging the look Linda was sending his way that communicated, leave it. Linda had her reasons as Joe knew and he returned to his newspaper as a method of diffusion.
Linda watched the boys depart as the wind whipped through their hair as they rode side by side leaving the stables. Her eyes assess and evaluate their body language positively. It was working she mumbled to herself as she resumed her motherly duties around the house, feeling happy by the turn of events.
Linda also decided to move Mark’s things into Tim’s bedroom whilst they were gone. It was only right she provided her support, and this single act would signify to Tim, that she and his father were accepting of the change and that they should sleep together if they were in love.
As the day grew hotter, Tim and Mark found themselves at the lake, the same spot where Mark had taught Tim to swim. They dismounted the horses, and the animals drank greedily from the cool water. The boys completely stripped off this time and waded in, the water lapping at their legs.
Tim felt Mark's hand on his shoulder, and he turned to face him. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."
Mark leaned in, their bodies almost touching in the water. "Thank you for letting me in but in fairness I haven’t done very much apart from being here for you," he replied.
They kissed the coolness of the lake a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies.
As they swam in the lake, the sun beating down on their bare skin, Tim knew that he had found something that would last, a love that had been born in the wildflower field and had been nurtured by the warmth and acceptance of a family.
Mark watched Tim with a gentle smile from the water's edge where he had sat down, his eyes full of love and admiration as the young man waded closer, the water glinting off his skin like liquid gold. Tim turned, his expression playful, and sat back into Mark's embrace with his legs in between Mark’s as they gazed out onto the water with Mark's arms wrapped around him, his hands coming to rest on Tim's bare stomach.
Tim leaned back, his body weightless in Mark's arms, as Mark played with the blond curls that surrounded Tim's cock, the gentle teasing a silent declaration of the affection that was growing between them. Mark explored more Tim’s cock with his finger playing for a while with his hard member while the water lapped at their skin, a soft caress that mirrored the tender way Mark touched him. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment where the world outside of the lake ceased to exist.
They sat like that for what felt like an eternity, the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the water a balm to their souls. And when Tim leaned in to kiss Mark, it was with a newfound sense of freedom, the barriers of fear and doubt crumbling away. Their kiss was deep and passionate, a promise of what was to come.
But the serenity of the moment was shattered by the sound of hooves approaching. Tim's heart skipped a beat, and he looked over his shoulder to see his mother, riding towards them on her favourite horse, a wide smile on her face. "Mom!" Tim squealed, his cheeks flaming red as he realized they were naked.
Mark, caught off guard, fumbled with his tighty whities, trying to get his leg free from the entangling fabric. But it was too late; with a splash, he lost his balance and fell backwards into the water, the underwear floating away from him like a soggy flag of surrender. Tim could not help but laugh, even as he hastily covered himself, the situation feeling both awkward and oddly liberating.
Linda pulled her horse to a stop, her laughter echoing across the lake. "Boys," she said, shaking her head. "You don't have to be shy around me. I’ve seen enough naked men in my day but in all fairness Mark, not one as big as you. You are beautiful and I have to say, huge,” laughing out loud again at the scene before her as Mark struggled to stand up in the water whilst maintaining a semblance of modesty." Her voice was light and teasing, but there was a warmth in her eyes that told Tim she understood more than she was letting on.
They both stood there, chests heaving, their cocks bobbing in the water, trying to compose themselves. Mark managed to grab his tighty whities, slipping the wet cotton back on with a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that, Mrs. J," he said, his cheeks flaming.
Linda just chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Don't be sorry," she said. "You two look like you're enjoying yourselves." She winked at Tim, and Tim felt a strange mix of embarrassment and relief wash over him. It was as if she had given them a silent blessing, an unspoken acknowledgement of their evolving relationship.
Tim took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the water against his skin, and waded out of the lake to stand there naked in front of his mother. Mark’s wet tighty whities clung to him like a second skin, but the warmth in Linda’s gaze made him feel less self-conscious; even though his flaccid penis was visible.
They sat down on the bank, the grass tickling their wet skin as they talked. Linda spoke of her youth, the challenges she had faced, and the lessons she had learned. Her words were filled with a gentle wisdom that made Tim realize just how much she had seen; how much she understood. She talked about the importance of being true to oneself, of finding happiness in a world that could be cruel and unforgiving.
Tim looked at Mark, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. Here they were, two young men, stripped bare both literally and metaphorically, sharing a moment of pure honesty with his mother. The farm was no longer just a place of work, but a sanctuary of acceptance, a place where he could finally be free.
The conversation flowed easily, the three of them lost in a sea of words and shared experiences. The awkwardness of their earlier encounter had been replaced by a comfort that was as natural as the setting sun. And as they talked, Tim felt something stir inside him, a newfound hope that, he could have it all, his family's love, and the man of his dreams.
As the day grew old, Linda finally stood, brushing off the grass from her jeans. "Well, I best get back," she said, her eyes lingering on Tim and Mark. "You two enjoy the rest of your day and Mark, I have moved all your stuff into Tim’s room. I hope you don’t mind but it seemed easier being open instead of you creeping into his room at night. You are not the quietest person as I’m sure you know.” The boys blushed in response, signifying their silent approval of her actions.
They watched her ride away, the sound of her laughter lingering in the air. Tim turned to Mark, his eyes filled with a newfound love and a hint of mischief. "Race you to the wildflower field?" he challenged, his voice filled with excitement.
Mark grinned; his eyes sparkling. "You're on," he said, and together, their horses sprinted through the fields, their laughter carrying on the breeze as the horses ensured a safe footing with the riders only dressed in tighty whities.
Tim's horse having longer legs propelled him forward, but Mark's competitive spirit kept the race close. The wildflower field grew larger with each stride the horse took, the vibrant colours beckoning them like a secret garden of love. As Tim reached the field first, he turned, his eyes alight with victory, but Mark was right behind him. They stumbled into each other's arms after dismounting, breathless and glowing, their bare chests colliding with a gentle thump.
The embrace was electric, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces finally found. Tim's heart thundered in his chest as Mark's strong arms wrapped around him, his palms pressing into the small of Tim's back, pulling him closer. The scent of earth and sweat mingled with the sweetness of the wildflowers, creating a heady perfume that amplified their desire.
Tim's hand slid down his body, tracing the contours of Mark's back, his fingers finding the waistband of the tighty whities that had become a symbol of their secret love. He tugged gently, feeling the firmness beneath, the evidence of Mark's desire for him. It was a heady feeling, one that made Tim's cock throb with anticipation.
With trembling fingers, Tim pulled the tighty whities down, exposing Mark's cock to the soft kiss of the summer air. It sprang free, the pink tip glistening with need, and Tim could not help but marvel at the beauty of it. He had never seen anything so perfect, so full of love and longing. He leaned in, his breath hot against Mark's skin, and kissed the sensitive head, feeling the shiver that ran through Mark's body.
Mark's moan was like music to Tim's ears, a sweet symphony of want and need. The feeling of Mark's cock sliding over his tongue, the way his body reacted to each touch, was intoxicating. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion. As Tim's mouth moved in tandem with Mark's hips, he felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of belonging that was more powerful than anything he had ever known. Mark's hands were in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him to take more, to give more. And he did, each stroke of his tongue, each suck and lick, a declaration of his love.
Finally, Mark's body stiffened, his breathing ragged, and Tim knew he was close. He increased his pace, feeling the pulse of Mark's cock against his tongue, the tension building. With a shout, Mark came, his warmth flooding Tim's mouth. Tim swallowed eagerly, the taste of him a sweet victory that made his cock throb with desire.
They remained there, panting, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of passion. Mark reached down to pull Tim up from his knees and found his hand reaching down to Tim's cock, which was now straining against the confines of his tighty whities. The warmth of the summer sun-kissed their bodies as Mark's mouth found Tim's, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm that mirrored their love.
Tim's legs trembled with anticipation as Mark slid his hands easily over his body, finally finding the waistband of his tighty whities. With a practised ease that spoke of a love that had grown in the weeks spent together, Mark pulled the cotton material down, exposing Tim's cock to the warm embrace of the day.
Tim felt the coolness of the air, a stark contrast to the heat of Mark's touch. His cock sprang free, bobbing between them, a silent testament to the depth of his yearning. Mark's hand wrapped around him, stroking gently, his thumb circling the sensitive head. Tim moaned into the kiss, his body responding to the touch with an urgency that was undeniable.
Their kisses grew more fevered, their breaths mingling as Mark's hand worked magic on Tim's cock. Each stroke was a promise of what was to come, each touch a whispered declaration of love. And when Tim could take no more, he pushed Mark away, his hands shaking as he reached for Mark's shoulders.
They lay down among the wildflowers, their bodies entangled in a dance of love and lust. The soft petals kissed their skin as Mark positioned himself between Tim's legs, the scent of the field surrounding them like a lover's embrace. He took Tim's cock in hand, his eyes never leaving Tim's as he lowered his mouth, ready to return the favour.
Tim's eyes rolled back in his head as Mark took him in, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He felt the warmth of Mark's mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth, and the velvet caress of his tongue. It was a sensation that seemed to reach into his very soul.
Their bodies moved together; a tapestry of love woven in the heart of the wildflower field. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across their naked forms, but the warmth of their passion never waned. As Tim felt the first stirrings of his climax, he knew that this moment was more than just the culmination of physical desire.
It was the moment that two hearts became one, the instant where fear and doubt were banished, replaced by a love that was as wild and untamed as the flowers that surrounded them. And as he came, his seed spilling into Mark's mouth, he knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together.
Mark's hands continued to explore Tim's body, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle and bone as if he were committing them to memory. Tim felt a thrill run through him at every touch, his cock already beginning to stir with renewed interest. "You're so beautiful," Mark murmured against his neck, his voice a gentle breeze that caressed Tim's skin.
The setting sun painted the sky with strokes of pink and gold, casting a warm glow over the lovers as they lay in each other's arms. Tim rolled over, his eyes searching Mark's in the darkness. "I love you," he whispered, the words feeling both new and ancient on his tongue.
Mark's smile was a beacon of warmth in the night. "And I love you, Tim," he said, his voice a gentle caress as they both realised, they should get back to the house for dinner.
That evening they waited patiently for Joe and Linda to go to bed, sitting on the veranda together. The house became quiet after Linda and Joe said goodnight leaving them both free to explore. “I want you, here, now,” Tim whispered in Mark’s ear, as he got up to stand in front of the veranda railing, silently, inviting Mark to shuffle up behind him, his nightshirt hanging there, waiting to be lifted. Mark couldn’t refuse the invitation as he slipped his nightshirt off, applying the lubricant that Tim had left on the table. Mark lifted Tim’s nightshirt and aligned himself behind Tim as his hands rested on Tim’s hips.
“I love you Tim,” was all Mark could say as he slipped into him from behind, pushing his cock in as far as he could whilst Tim pushed back allowing access to the man he had fallen for.
Linda however, had not gone to bed and was watching from the lounge window as Mark, naked and very much erect, gently lifted the fabric of Tim’s nightshirt over his head allowing it to drop to the deck, whilst bending him forward. She watched as Mark embraced Tim from behind, slowly pushing into Tim, the KY Jelly doing its job combined with a tenderness that Linda had seen before. Tim gently resisted the advance allowing Mark to slide in, the full length of his cock disappearing inside as they made love again. The passion and tenderness of their union delighted Linda as she watched even though, this was only going to be a quickie, but lovemaking nether the less.
Their rhythm getting faster, mixed with moans and groans of sensual delight. Linda witnessed Tim climax, realising that Mark’s huge cock had massaged her son’s prostate to such a degree that left her blushing and shocked. She remained hooked with the vision and shortly afterwards, Mark tensed, and she could tell, he too had shot his load, into her son.
Linda had not realised that a man could cum without masturbating and she now understood why anal intercourse provided the shared magic in their lovemaking. Feeling flushed and damp, she retired for the night to relive the scene in her mind with the need to satisfy herself with the vibrator that remained relatively unused in her bedside table draw until recently.
The next morning, the boys were up early as they sat on the veranda swing, naked as the day they were born, watching the early rays of daylight rise in the east, Tim pulled Mark closer, their bodies fitting together like the last pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, two halves of a whole. The early morning air was cool on their skin, but their passion kept them warm, a living flame that burned brighter with every touch.
The house was still, the only sound the distant crow of a rooster heralding the coming of the sun. They were lost in their world, a place where time had no meaning, where only their hearts and bodies spoke.
And then, the screen door creaked open, and the spell was broken. Tim stiffened, his heart racing, as his mother's voice broke the silence. "Tim? Mark? Breakfast is ready and put these on before you come back in," as she threw two pairs of tighty whities towards them.
For a moment, panic filled Tim's mind. But then, Mark's hand reached up to cup his cheek, his eyes shining with love and understanding. Reluctantly, they pulled apart, the stickiness of their love still clinging to their skin. Tim took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the air against his body as Mark stood, offering him a hand. Tim stood in front of Mark allowing him to slide up his legs the tighty whities supplied by his mother. Tim returned the favour, and they were now able to ensure modesty as they walked into the house for breakfast. The kitchen was alive with the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon, a stark contrast to the quiet of the night they had shared.
As they ate together as a family, Tim knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it as a family, a family bound not just by blood, but by love, by acceptance, and by the unshakeable belief that love would conquer all. Joe's suggestion that they remain in their tighty whities for the day's chores brought a blush to Tim's cheeks, but Mark took it in stride, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "If that's the way it is," he said, raising an eyebrow at Tim. "I've never been one to turn down an excuse to get dirty."
Tim could not help but laugh, the tension of the moment dissipating like the morning dew. The idea of spending the day with Mark, working side by side, sharing in the grime and sweat of the farm, seemed too perfect. It was a bonding experience that was uniquely theirs.
The work was hard, the heat of the day beating down on their bare skin as they moved from one chore to the next. But with Mark by his side, the labour seemed less daunting. They shared stories and laughs, their bodies moving coordinated as they worked. And now and then, Tim would catch a glimpse of Mark's ass as he bent over, the fabric of his tighty whities stretching taut, and his cock stirring with desire.
They broke for lunch, their bodies caked with dirt and sweat, their tighty whities as dirty as their bodies. But as they sat on the veranda, sharing sandwiches and lemonade, Tim could not remember ever feeling more alive.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the clouds with shades of pink and purple, they found themselves in the barn, surrounded by the warm, earthy scent of the animals and hay.
Tim reached for Mark's hand, pulling him into the barn's shadow. "I want you," he said, his voice raw with desire.
Mark's eyes darkened with passion, and he leaned in for a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. "You have me," he murmured against Tim's lips.
They did not need words to communicate the depth of their feelings. Their bodies spoke for them, their actions a silent sonnet of love and lust as they made love once more, the sounds of the farm fading into the background. But reality had a way of intruding, even in the most idyllic of moments. The barn door squeaked open, and Tim's heart skipped a beat as a shadow fell over them. He looked up to see his father, standing there, his expression a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "Well, I'll be," he drawled, his voice deep and filled with mirth as he gazed upon the boys, naked but naturally relaxed in their cuddle.
Tim froze, his eyes wide with horror, his body sticky with sweat and mud. Mark looked up, his eyes sleepy with desire, before realising their predicament. The air grew thick with tension, the quiet of the barn suddenly a deafening roar. But Joe didn’t say a word. Instead, he walked over to the hose that lay coiled against the wall. With a twist of his wrist, water spurted to life, the cold spray hitting them both like a slap in the face. They squealed and jumped apart, the shock of the freezing water jolting them from their passion-induced haze. "Dad!" Tim yelped, his hands flying up to cover his face.
Joe just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Looks like you two could use a little cooling off and clean up," he said, the hose still spraying water. "You're a sight for sore eyes, that's for sure," as the boys tried to avoid the freezing water hitting their naked forms.
The water washed away the mud and the sweat, the cold a stark reminder of the world outside their loving relationship. But even as they squirmed and laughed, trying to avoid the stream, Tim felt a strange sense of relief. The secret was out, his father had found them in a moment of pure vulnerability, and instead of anger or disgust, there was only laughter.
As the water continued to spray over them, Tim felt something shift inside him. The fear and doubt that had clung to him for so long began to loosen its grip. He looked at Mark, who was now grinning from ear to ear, the droplets of water glinting in his hairlike diamonds.
Their relationship was no longer about stolen kisses and secret touches, as they slipped on their tighty whities albeit now wet from the water, in the fading sunlight, their eyes never leaving each other's, Tim felt a sense of peace that was as vast as the fields that surrounded them.
They walked back to the house; their steps lighter than they had ever been. "I suppose this means we don't have to worry about knocking before entering," Mark quipped, his cheeks still flushed from their impromptu shower. Tim could not help but laugh, the sound of it echoing across the yard. Joe walked with them chuckling from his antics in the barn and exchanging comments with them about the vision he encountered as he turned the water on.
When they entered the kitchen, Linda’s smile was warm and welcoming. "Looks like you two had a bit of an adventure today," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, Joe and I talked last night agreeing that this new life makes you both happy and we are happy so just be yourselves."
Tim looked down at their joined hands, still sticky from the glue of their earlier passion, and felt a rush of gratitude. He had never expected his parents to be so understanding. And as they attempted to take their seats at the dinner table, Joe changed the moment. “Don’t sit down on those chairs in your wet skivvies’ boys, take them off before the dirt and wet stains the seat.”
For the first time in years, Joe saw his son naked twice in one day as Tim peeled off his wet tighty whities and Joe realised that Tim had become a man and was no longer his little lad. Mark followed Tim and now both were naked in front of Joe and Linda, standing in the kitchen as they handed Linda their wet underwear and waited patiently for her to return with clean tighty whities which they promptly slipped into. Joe could not help but notice Mark and privately, he thought, wow, Mark’s was impressive, more impressive than his own.
Joe spoke up, his voice gruff but kind. "You know, Tim, when your mom and I first came here, we didn't have much. But we had each other, and we were not afraid to show it. If you want to walk around in your skivvies, go ahead. And if you two want to get... friendly, well, we don’t mind. We did plenty of that when we were your age," he winked, and Tim felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment and something else, pride.
Tim glanced at Mark, who squeezed his hand reassuringly. It was a small gesture, but they were free, free to love openly on the land that had given them refuge.
"Thanks, Dad," Tim said, his voice thick with emotion. "It means a lot."
"Don't thank us, son," Linda said, setting a plate of steaming food in front of them. "Just be happy."
As they ate dinner, their bare legs brushing against each other under the table, Tim felt the warmth of acceptance in every bite. When they finished eating, Joe looked at them both, a twinkle in his eye. "Now, if you don't mind," he said, standing up and stretching. "Your mom and I are going to take a little stroll through the fields. It's a beautiful night, and we've got some... reminiscing to do." He winked again, and this time Tim could not help but laugh, the sound of it light and free. The two of them watched as Linda and Joe disappeared into the twilight, their silhouettes merging into the landscape. And then, they were alone, the house theirs for the taking.
"Well," Mark said, his voice low and filled with a seductive promise. "Looks like we have the whole place to ourselves."
Tim felt his heart race as Mark leaned in, his breath warm against his ear. "And I know of a certain spot by the lake where two people can be very private," he whispered, his hand sliding up Tim's thigh.
They did not need any further encouragement. They were up from the table in an instant, through the door onto the veranda. Jumping from the veranda, they peeled off their clean tighty whities leaving them discarded in the grass and hand in hand, they ran naked through the fields, the moon their only guide.
The lake was a mirror of the night sky, reflecting the stars as they reached the shore. Tim could feel the heat of Mark's body and could smell the earthy scent of the farm on his skin. And as they kissed, the water lapped at their feet, a gentle reminder of their first intimate moments.
As they sank into the water, their bodies entwined, Tim felt a sense of peace that he had never known before. They were free, free to explore each other, free to love without boundaries.
Their passion was a symphony, a crescendo of need that crashed over them like a wave. They made love in the moonlight, the water caressing their skin as they found release in each other's arms. And when it was over, they lay on the shore, their hearts beating in time with the pulse of the night.
Tim looked at Mark, his eyes filled with wonder. "I never knew it could be like this," he said, his voice hoarse from the cries of pleasure that had filled the air.
Mark smiled; his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Neither did I,"
The following morning, Tim and Mark sauntered into the kitchen; their steps laden with the satisfaction of a night well spent. Fresh pairs of tighty whities adorned them, a symbol of the newfound openness that had blossomed between them and their surroundings. The scent of pancakes and syrup wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee, a homely scent that seemed to wrap around them like a warm embrace.
Tim's mother was at the stove, her apron tied neatly around her waist, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she flipped a pancake with the grace of a seasoned chef. She looked up as the boys entered, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken understanding.
"Good morning boys," she said, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to radiate throughout the room. “By the way” Linda continued, “you left your tighty whities on the grass last night. Please remember to put them in the laundry instead of leaving them on the grass.” Both Tim and Mark blushed in response to that request but promised they would do so from now on.
Joe sat at the table; a newspaper spread out before him. He peered over the top, his expression one of quiet contentment. "Morning, Tim," he said, before glancing at Mark. "And how did you sleep, son? Your mother and I slept extremely well after our evening walk?"
Mark felt a flush rise to his cheeks, but Linda's question cut through the tension like a knife through butter. "Tim's been telling us about your college plans," she said, placing a plate of steaming pancakes in front of each of them. "But maybe there's something else you'd like to do with your life?"
The question hung in the air, as delicate and as loaded as the silence that followed it. Tim's heart hammered in his chest, his eyes flicking to Mark's face. The unspoken suggestion was clear: could Mark stay, and make a life with Tim on the farm?
Mark looked down at his plate, his fork hovering in the air. "I, I have not thought that far ahead," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.
Joe folded his newspaper, setting it aside. "Well, if you ever decide that you'd like to stay, you've got a place here," he said, his tone firm and sure. "We could use the extra help around the farm, and it'd do Tim good to have someone to share it with."
Tim's eyes widened, hope to blossom in his chest like a sunflower in the fields. "Really?" he breathed.
"Of course," Linda said, her voice filled with a mother's love. "We want you both to be happy and if that means you staying here, then that's what you’ll do."
They sat there, the four of them, sharing breakfast in a house that had become more of a home than Tim had ever known. The tighty whities they wore were a silent declaration of their unity, a bond that went beyond blood and into the realms of love and acceptance.
The rest of the summer stretched out before them, filled with the promise of long days of work and nights of passion. But now, it was not just a summer fling, but the possibility of a life together.
As they cleared the dishes, Tim leaned into Mark, their bodies brushing together like the whispers of the summer breeze. "Stay with me," he murmured.
Mark looked into Tim's eyes, his own filled with fierce love. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised.
Their days grew into a rhythm of farm work, swimming in the lake, and enthusiastic nights spent in each other's arms. And every morning, they would wake up in each other's arms, the promise of the day ahead a gentle caress against their skin.
On one such day, Mark had a special surprise for Tim. He woke him early, their bodies still entangled from their latest nocturnal escapade. "Come with me," he whispered, his breath warm against Tim's neck, sending shivers down his spine. Tim complied, sleepily following Mark downstairs, his heart racing with anticipation as they both slipped on their nightshirts.
They stepped out onto the veranda. The sky was a canvas of deep blues and purples, the first light of dawn just beginning to break over the horizon. Tim felt a thrill of excitement as Mark led him to the edge of the veranda, the world outside still wrapped in the quiet embrace of early morning.
As they sat down, Mark's arms snaked around Tim's waist, pulling him back into a warm, firm embrace on his lap. Tim leaned into the warmth, his eyes fluttering shut as Mark's hands began to play with his erect cock underneath the fabric, the gentle strokes sending waves of pleasure through his body. Mark then cupped his hands around Tim’s balls, playing softly with the hair before moving up again to fondle the slit at the top of Tim’s cock driving him slightly mad with sexual excitement. Tim could feel Mark’s cock erect, resting against his lower back as Tim’s hands rested on Mark’s knees playing innocently with the hairs on his legs.
The moment was perfect, as Mark reached for the small box that had been waiting patiently on the coffee table. Tim's eyes widened as Mark presented the box now nestled in his lap.
With trembling hands, Tim took the box, his heart hammering in his chest. As he lifted the lid, the sun's first rays kissed the silver band inside, a ring that spoke of a love that was as unyielding as the earth beneath them. Mark looked up; his eyes filled with a love so deep it held the very essence of the universe.
"Tim," Mark said, his voice thick with emotion. "Will you marry me?"
The words hung in the air, as fragile as the first light of the day, as significant as the first beat of a newborn's heart. Tim's hand trembled, his eyes filling with tears. He looked down at the ring, the metal cool against his skin, and then back up into Mark's eyes.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Yes, I'll marry you."
The sun broke over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene, as Mark slipped the ring onto Tim's finger. It was a simple band, but to Tim, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, a symbol of the life they would now build together.
They sat there, holding each other, the world outside forgotten. The only sound was the distant crowing of a rooster, a herald of the new day that was dawning upon their lives.
Their kiss was filled with a passion that had been tempered by the fires of their shared experiences, a kiss that held the promise of a lifetime of happiness. As they watched the sunrise, their naked bodies were under the cotton material of their nightshirts, a testament to their unshakable bond.
But the spell was broken by the sound of the screen door squeaking open, and Linda's voice calling out, "Tim, Mark, it's time for breakfast!
Whilst Tim and Mark did not flaunt their nakedness in front of Linda and Joe, it became accepted that most mornings the boys would be on the veranda hugging each other, either naked or in their nightshirts, the evidence of their arousal being visible, watching the sunrise.
Linda would be smiling and humming to herself, wondering about the state of their modesty as she grabbed their underwear from the shared underwear draw in their bedroom on her journey downstairs, delighting in the fact that her son had changed and was in love with Mark whom she had started to love as a new member to her family. Trivial things delighted her, and Mark’s cheeky “Mrs J” comments were one of them.
As normal, she was correct when she saw them on the veranda, although covered by the nightshirts they were wearing, the outline of their erections particularly that of Mark’s proved too much of a distraction even for her first thing in the morning. “For heaven's sake, put these on!" Linda ordered as she tossed a pair of pristine tighty whities to each of them, her eyes sparkling with a knowing smile.
Tim's face flushed, but Mark only chuckled, pulling his tighty whities on with ease. "Thanks, Mrs J," he called out, the affection in his voice unmistakable. Tim followed suit, his cheeks pink with excitement and nerves. He had so much to tell her, so much to share.
As they walked into the kitchen, hand in hand, Tim held up his left hand, the gold band glinting in the early morning light. "Mom," he began, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Linda's eyes went wide, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, my," she gasped. "Is that what I think it is?"
Tim nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Mark asked me to marry him," he said, the words feeling both surreal and incredibly right.
Her eyes filled with tears, Linda pulled her son into a tight embrace, her heart swelling with joy. "I'm so happy for you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "So, so happy."
They sat at the table, the warmth of the room wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Tim and Mark shared the story of their engagement, the ring's journey from Mark's pocket to Tim's finger, and the promise of a future filled with love and acceptance. Linda listened, her eyes never leaving Tim's, her hand resting gently on his.
Joe wandered in, his eyes heavy with sleep, and Linda held up Tim's hand with a beaming smile. "Look what Mark did," she said, her voice filled with a pride that resonated through the room.
Joe's eyes widened, and he took a moment to process the situation before his smile broke out. "Well, I'll be," he said, pulling out a chair and sitting down heavily. "Congratulations, you two but Mark, I would have preferred you asked permission beforehand."
“Sorry Joe, it just didn’t even cross my mind but you’re right, I should have asked. A bit late, but can I marry your son?”
“Let me think about that… yeah fuck it, why not? Joe’s smile beamed with pride and delight. Does this mean I get rid of him now?
“Um…not sure about that one Joe but I promise to treat him right. Does that help?”
“I guess so…” Joe replied chuckling to himself for the benefit of everyone present in the kitchen.
The rest of the breakfast was a whirlwind of questions and congratulations, the air buzzing with excitement. Tim felt like he was floating, his feet barely touching the ground. His mother's love was a balm to his soul, a warmth that seemed to wash away the last vestiges of fear and doubt.
As they finished their breakfast, the sun fully risen, and Linda took Tim's hand again. "We'll tell everyone,” Linda said, her voice firm. "And we'll make sure they all know that they're welcome here, no matter what."
Tim looked at Mark, his heart overflowing with love. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for making me feel seen."
And Mark, with a smile that could light up the darkest of nights, leaned in to kiss him. "You always were the light in the dark," he murmured, his voice a caress against Tim's sensitivities.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of excitement as Mark called his parents, his voice filled with joy. They talked for what felt like hours, sharing their plans, dreams, and love. And when he hung up, Tim's heart swelled with a happiness that was as vast as the fields they had come to love.
Linda, ever the planner, was already talking about the engagement party, her eyes alight with the prospect of turning their quiet farm into a celebration of love. "We'll have it right here," she said, gesturing to the sprawling lawn outside the house. "It'll be beautiful, just like you two."
Joe, more practical but no less thrilled, suggested a simple wedding in the same spot. "We've got the space, and the view's not half bad," he said, his voice gruff but his eyes shining. "And we've got enough chickens to feed an army, so that's the catering sorted."
They spent the day planning, their heads close together, their hands touching often. Mark's mother, Janice, was thrilled at the idea of a farm wedding, her mind already racing with ideas for decorations. Linda, with her brand of quiet efficiency, began making lists and phone calls, ensuring that every detail was taken care of.
