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- Herausgeber: Eroticatorium
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Thaddeus has got to work hard in order to earn his inheritance, but thing's get complicated when he gets down and dirty with a hunky farmhand. Can Thaddeus handle his newfound love... and lust?!
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Contents
Title Page copy
Chapter One - Sweet Tea
Chapter Two - Something to Be Afraid Of
Chapter Three - One Last Time
Gaylord Fancypants Endmatter copy
The Farmhand Is Forbidden: An MM Erom Historical Short Tale
Gaylord Fancypants
Copyright 2018
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All characters depicted in sexual situations in this publication are eighteen years of age or older.
These stories are about fictional consenting adults engaging in taboo and controversial sexual acts. Nobody involved in the creation of this ebook, including authors, editors and models, support immoral or illegal acts in real life. Cover models are not intended to illustrate specific people and the content does not refer to models' actual acts, identity, history, beliefs or behavior. No characters depicted in this ebook are intended to represent real people.
CHAPTER ONE
Sweet Tea
The wind whipped through the wheat fields causing them to wave back and forth like the ocean in a high tide. Thaddeus Banforth surveyed his land with a stern eye, taking in every detail of his farm and its crops. Content with what he saw, Thaddeus turned on his heel and headed back to his homestead. Kept in the family for generations, the house had been updated from time to time, but still retained that old charm. Though Thad didn't stay at his house much anymore, it always felt like home when he did.
His business had grown tremendously since he took over the farm from his father years ago. Thad had nearly quadrupled the value of his father's farm under his stewardship. He had become the ruthless businessman his own father could never have been. And yet there was a lingering sense of emptiness in his life, something too vast and important for him to ponder anywhere other than the old homestead. His favorite place to think was sitting on his grandfather's rocking chair on the front porch overlooking his vast and plentiful farm.
Margie approached her husband with light steps and a smile on her face. She offered to make him sweet tea. Thad smoothed his suit jacket down before removing it and handing it to his wife.
"Not too sweet, Margie dear, not like you always do it," Thad said, wringing his hands together, his mind drifting to his boyhood days on this very same porch. He had been thinking about his youth a lot lately. Thad practically fell into his rocking chair while Margie scurried away to prepare the sweet tea.
The hot Texas wind blew through the fields again in front of him, and Thad closed his eyes. He reveled in the hot breeze and the memories it stirred. His mind started to wander back to the summer of 1965, a summer he had often described as life-changing, though he never told anyone exactly why. Margie came bustling out of the house carrying a heavy tray of sweet tea and biscuits. Thad felt the pull back to reality as his wife settled the tray carefully on the little table next to Thad's rocking chair.
"I was able to rustle up a few biscuits to go with our tea." Margie settled herself down in the rocking chair on the other side of the table and took her glass of sweet tea in hand. Thad almost felt annoyed at the interruption from his memories but smiled back at her and grabbed his own glass as well.
"It seems like just yesterday that my daddy was sending me out to learn how to run the farm," Thad said quietly. Margie patted his hand and gripped his fingers with hers. "It was a lifetime ago," he said And with that Thad closed his eyes again, drawing up memories he could never forget. Memories of another time and another place.
***
"Thaddeus Banforth if you don't learn to stay out of the way I swear to God I will show you the meaning of regret." Wilhelm Banforth bellowed at his son, who had once again stumbled in the way of the working farmhands. The incident had resulted in a tumbled bag of grain, now spilled on the ground.
Thad cringed at his father's harsh words. He hadn't meant to be in the way, he just didn't know where he belonged amongst the farmhands and his father. It was the second week in a row that Wilhelm had brought his son down to the fields and barns to forcibly impart work-taught wisdom. But for the first eighteen years of his life Thad had known nothing but the rigid structure of boarding school in the big city of Dallas. Returning to life on the rural farm was a difficult transition, not one his father was being helpful in smoothing out.
"Sorry sir. It won't happen again sir." Thad knew of his father's short temper. Staying out of the wrath of it was the best way to survive the day.
