Early preview of "A Summer in the farm" part II (Patreon)

Here you´re a fragment and one illustration of the first chapter for this second part, in which Mark and Jeremy, Kyle´s best friends, go to visit him at Garrison´s farm. There they will witness in person Kyle´s amazing gains and other impressive stud feats.

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Mark drove through the Garrisons´ farm entrance, whose fence was already opened by Kyle some minutes ago when Jeremy texted him: “Almost there”. The rattling sound of the sports car let Kyle know that his friends had already arrived. Once parked in the yard, the two boys got off and fixed their eyes on the imposing figure that came out of the barn escorted by a golden retriever.

A combo of Amazement and fun got drawn on Mark and Jeremy´s faces, as Kyle approached with his 6’ 6’’ height and 300 pounds of blown-up muscles that made him sway with a sensation of imposing heaviness at every one of his firm steps. An absolutely virile picture that contrasted with Kyle´s playful smile from his wide mouth, aware of the additional comical effect that his farm clothing had on their “posh” friend; straw hat, red bandana around his neck, work boots, unfastened overalls, and a tight white ribbed tank top.

Mark and Kyle raised their arms for a bro handshake with a strong slap, “My bougie bro turned into a big country boy! Haha” After embracing and still waving their together hands, Mark added, “Looking much bigger than in your last pics, man!”

“Yeah, haha!” Kyle answered almost roaring while turning to Jeremy to greet him in the same brotherly way. Then he lifted up his tight tank to his neck and sucked in as he puffed out his chest, making his massive pecs protrude to the point they squeezed his chin. Kyle, looking down at Jeremy, asked, “Do I look bigger, Jam? Do you like it?”,  Kyle flashed Mark a knowing smile, still with his tank rolled above his massive chest, impossible to fall down by itself, and looked back at his tiny friend, making his pecs bounce like insisting on an answer.

Jeremy, who remained quiet like a stiffed goat about to faint when impressed, finally nodded his head sheepishly, unable to take his eyes off Kyle´s imposing chest, “Oh … yeah … indeed … I´m freaked out … looking much bigger in person!”.

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I don´t wanna give too much away about what´s going to happen. I just give you another piece of the story where I describe Mark and Jeremy and let your imagination fly ; )

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Mark was a boy somewhat older than Kyle. Fitness passionate ever since he was 14, his muscles grew with a rocky look as if they were sculpted in stone. Under his thick but perfectly outlined angular eyebrows, Mark´s slanted eyes were black and bright like two burning coal embers, which, together with his square jaw and prominent cheekbones, granted him the glare of a panther about to pounce. Such fierce countenance seemed to warn of the ardent strength of his character; Mark was vehement in the expression of his impulses and convictions, his high pride bordered arrogance, and his unbreakable fortitude bordered stubbornness.

Jeremy, on the contrary, was humble and thoughtful; every single word he pronounced was exhaustively selected to not hurt anyone´s feelings, on the rare times he spoke by his preference for blending in. In fact, his look and manners seemed to be made for that end, since his slim figure, somewhat shorter than average, and his soft and quiet movements produced the sensation that he could at any moment vanish into thin air like a weightless patch of fog under the midday sun. Such small body proportions highlighted his bulbous green eyes of drowsy eyelids, which were limpid, translucid, and transmitted serenity like the contemplation of a kelp bed seen through the calm crystal clear waters of a pristine beach.