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"He began to rub himself, and he looked irresistible, grabbing his promising volume. "I'm already hard. I bet you wanna touch it," he said. And then he pulled it out, a big reveal, girthy and salivating. He had the packages of all packages. "I know it's big," he began, rubbing the head, "but I don't even mind if you don't ever touch it, I just want to feel yours. I bet it's big too. I can see it through the fabric, Tim."
Farmer Tim and his young boy
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Tim had been living alone in a farmhouse for ten years, ever since both his parents had died in a plague. He had been young, but managed to survive. However, there was only so much a lonely man could do. He was a man now, far more grown up than he was at 15, when he became an orphan. The people in the village at first didn't believe he would be able to keep up with the work, but he had proved them wrong over and over again. He had always enjoyed the privacy of his land, a bit far away from the village, very far away from everything else.
No wars. No kings. No conflicts.
He woke up one day and looked out of the window of his house, and saw Kaelin. At first he imagined him to be paying a visit, though it was rude to drink from someone else's well without permission. Tim wouldn't be mad at someone trying to quench their thirst. But then he slowly came to the realization that Kaelin was acting weird.
When the man had satisfied his thirst, he raised his head to the sky, showing the satisfaction of a primal beast, water dripped from his chin. The sun gleamed on his features, revealing with perfect clarity his sun-browned face. Kaelin was the son of a farmer as well. They had no close relationship, even though they probably knew every detail of each other's lives, the consequence of living in a village.
Tim had no idea why he was getting a visit from him but wasn't sad about it. Everything about the tall young man was pleasant to look at. Dark long hair, brown eyes, and he seemed to have a big heart. Bulging arms, broad-chest, long shoulders...
While he had been admiring Kaelin from afar, he didn't realize that the man had turned around and was looking directly at him.
And then, Kaelin fell face-first on the ground.
Tim was stunned.
But after a while, he went over there. He immediately smelled the alcohol.
Tim just grabbed the man with his farmer's strength and carried him to his own bed, and made sure to take care of him. He looked so still that Tim had to keep checking for his pulse every now and then, but the warmth of his feverish skin assured Tim that he was going to be okay.
Tim wondered if he should just ride to the other side of the village just to deliver a drunk boy. He knew the boy's father, Anthony, but Old Anthony was the way he was called by almost everyone. Tim decided not to bother Old Anthony. It didn't appear that things would get much worse. Soon the boy would wake up and go home by himself.
He left Kaelin in his bed and went to mind his business in his little farm, but the boy hadn't woken up while he was away. Tim went to sleep on the floor.
Deep into the twilight hours, Tim awoke to the sound of coughing.
"Where am I?" The voice was weak, throat dry.
"You are now lying on my bed. I helped you. You had been drinking from my well when you lost your senses."
"Farmer Tim," The young man said weakly after a moment of silence. "I saw you. On the window."
"Sleep. Tomorrow we can deal with the rest."
"Very well."
Tim arose well before the other and prepared some food. Soon he heard noises coming from his bedroom.
"Did the smell woke you up?" Tim said from the door.
Kaelin was sitting on the bed with a look of slight confusion. He nodded.
"I guessed you would be hungry," Tim said.
"I'm sorry, mister."
"Nonsense."
"I'm sorry to say I have no way to repay you." He talked slowly, as if talking hurt him. "I ran away from home."
He wanted to be asked why and tell his story, but Tim wasn't in the mood to listen.
"You can repay me by eating my food."
They went to the kitchen and ate together. No word was spoken during it, except a few compliments that Kaelin gave to Tim's food.
"Did anyone come looking for me?" Kaelin asked. His long dark hair kept getting in the way of his eyes and he kept pushing it back. He had big dark eyelashes and eyebrows, both elegantly simple.
"No, sorry."
"No one will, I'm sure." His eyes shone with gratitude. "My thanks, Tim."
"Let's get you back to bed. Rest a little more."
Kaelin looked at Tim with admiration. "I will do as you say."
Tim helped him walk.
"Allow me to stay on the floor, at least," Kaelin said, "I shouldn't take your bed."
"Nonsense."
Tim put him on the bed. Before Tim left his side, he felt his hand being grabbed. Kaelin pulled him, their hands touching, fingers sliding into a lock.
For a moment, they were both at a loss for words. Tim almost let the hand go, but he held it instead, interlocking their fingers. He dared look into the boys eyes. They seemed to understand each other.
"Well, that's that," Tim said.
"Tim."
"What is it?"
"Isn't there any way I can repay you?"
"I'll think about it."
Tim shook his head and left.
Upon his return from the chores in the farm, way past noon, he noticed the fireplace lit. He went to the bedroom. Kaelin raised his head to face Tim.
"How do you feel?" Tim asked.
"Much better. Thank you. About today..."
Tim spoke before Kaelin could say anything more.
