[GRASS MAN]
While Efan was inspecting the wheat and other grass plants that grew on the large farming yard that surrounded the mansion he was working at.
While he was landscaping, he heard rustling from around him. He did not mind it at first, thinking that it was nothing but the wind.
However, he was starting to hear footsteps as well. He put down his cleave and started looking around.
Suddenly, he saw a shirtless man behind the tall grass.
"Hey!" Efan shouted.
The man panicked and ran away.
Efan tried to follow the man, however, he was not able to catch the hunky, handsome man he could not identify.
All he remembered was that the man did not look like a worker there like him. He brushed the thought away, picked up his tools and continued his work.
The next day, he continued his grass landscaping work and heard a similar rustling.
Efan focused his senses and started to follow the source.
In an empty patch, he was able to find the same man, wearing nothing but skimpy underwear. He was walking slowly as if soaking the sun.
Efan, instead of calling out, observed the man secretly.
The man pulled out the cock on one of the holes of his underwear and started jacking off.
"Oh my, what a pervert," Efan thought.
He was too amazed at how the body shuddered at every thrust in hand. He froze while watching.
The man removed the briefs completely. Then he continued masturbating with more fervor. The other hand poked his own hole.
He was convulsing in orgasms a minute after. He then wore his briefs and ran away.
Efan sighed and continued his work not minding the hard on he developed.
The next day, all workers were called on by the land owner. The old rich owner introduced his eldest son who came from studies abroad earlier that week.
The son was the naked man in the bushes.
Efan developed an idea.
He waited by the side of the mansion. And then he found the owner's son creeping, still in his designer briefs.
"Hey, you're the guy sneaking behind the grass, right?" Efan called out.
The son looked at him and grinned, "and you're the guy who watched my lewd show yesterday."
Efan blushed. He was not sure whether he was gay yet. Their community was too conservative for him to experiment on men.
"I like provincial men. Sun-kissed skin. Strong, sweaty bodies from labor? Ugh," the son muttered while staring at him, "show me a good spot in the garden and I'll let you fuck me, big boy."
Efan pulled his boss's son into the thick grass. They stayed there and fucked for an hour.
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