Again,as I was visably superior in size the matter was settled).Happy,my equipment was clearly more substanial I never paid any heed to his body again...!!!Yet here I was a regular hetrosexual red blooded male masturbating long and pleasurably thinking about another man's excited genitalia,how could that be,was I turning gay,what's the crack wi that ???Well,nine months earlier I'd split with the woman I was crazy over n had been for the two previous years but after a few weeks I picked myself up. The first time I was feeling her and hugging her when she was in a bra. I kissed on her neck, in return she kissed me on the cheek. Then she looked at my shirt and said, “You have to change this shirt. From now you have to ask me before wearing any shirt.”We went to my bedroom. She was still in a bra, she selected one shirt and asked me to change.Me: (in a serious tone) I can’t change in front of you.She: Shut up, you are talking like you haven’t seen me with fewer clothes. It just now. Very handsome. Worked in security or something. He was Irish and had an accent that I found hard to understand! Really dark haired with stubble n had a very hairy arms..and chest that I could see under his t shirt. He was 6foot and slim average build. The mornings where we had the house to ourself was the best and we would try to be quiet to let Mr McCullagh sleep. This meant noisy work would wait til after lunch and often meant slow mornings. Of course this was what Carl liked so we could. Mary Beth’s mom had suggested that Philip needed to be shared too so he’d be better with it. Sam said that there were plenty of “helpers” at the farm that would enjoy a young guy.Another month went by before the town kids could get to the farm. They’d never been to one so a tour was the first thing before sunset and dinner. They rode a tractor around part of the spread. Dinner in the big farmhouse was always a noisy and busy social occasion. The guests were a bit overwhelmed by it but answered.