I loved my great Uncle Roy. He was my maternal grandfather's youngest brother by adoption and, as such, was only thirteen years older than my father. Roy was by far, the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. He had never married and, although well educated, had devoted his entire adult life to the small farm he inherited from my great grandparents. The hard work showed magnificently in the firm convexity of his 5' 10" and nearly 300 lb frame. Huge muscles bulged almost obscenely beneath a layer of fat that attested to the healthy appetite his farm work required of him. Twinkling eyes peered over a close-cropped beard that hid the lower half of his seemingly always-smiling face and his deep voice boomed up from his barrel chest with a friendly authority that made you eager to do anything the man asked of you.
As a school-aged youngster with working parents I frequently spent my summer days at Roy's farm, helping with chores and taking every opportunity to admire his physical presence. His farm was on my mom's way to work so the almost daily arrangement must have come as a relief to them, as I'm sure they had wondered what to do about me when school let out.
Summers are quite hot where we live so we were always wearing as little clothing as we could get by with and still tend the farm. The work was hard but he was never too busy to let me admire and feel the power of his expansive muscles. At such a young age I had no idea why, but the sight them glistening from the sweat that matted his dusting of body hair to them was spellbinding to me. Even so, he always managed to make me feel like one of the guys. He had a wonderful knack for being able to relate to me as a kid without making me feel like one.
As a school-aged youngster with working parents I frequently spent my summer days at Roy's farm, helping with chores and taking every opportunity to admire his physical presence. His farm was on my mom's way to work so the almost daily arrangement must have come as a relief to them, as I'm sure they had wondered what to do about me when school let out.
Summers are quite hot where we live so we were always wearing as little clothing as we could get by with and still tend the farm. The work was hard but he was never too busy to let me admire and feel the power of his expansive muscles. At such a young age I had no idea why, but the sight them glistening from the sweat that matted his dusting of body hair to them was spellbinding to me. Even so, he always managed to make me feel like one of the guys. He had a wonderful knack for being able to relate to me as a kid without making me feel like one.