Extract from The Boy From The Barn:

From my lounge, his naked form was framed by the French windows, his fawn skin contrasting with the soft green of the grass. His paler white buttocks rose from thick thighs. He looked like some Renaissance painting, muscular and youthful.

I stripped off my shirt and trousers and underpants. My tan was even from the nude sunbathing I'd done this summer. But today I was not alone in my secret pleasure.

I sat on the soft grass beside him and touched my fingers to his shoulder…..