That left only the hayloft where Bobby had called his warning. Feeling fairly secure, John paused to double check the old shotgun, snapping it open an... verifying it had two shells in it. He started to climb the ladder up to the hayloft. "Bobby!" he whispered again. Peering over the ladder into the loft, he saw nothing at first.Bobby had been in the large door used to throw hay up into the loft. Now that door was shut making it almost pitch black, and hard to see anything. John carefully felt. I TOLD HIM TO RAISE IS ASS SO I COULD REALLY GET TO IT AS I WORKED ONE FINGER THAN TWO IN AND OUT OF HIS ASS BARELY RUBBING ACROSS HIS MALE G-SPOT WHEN I WOULD HIT IT HE WOULD CRINGE AND BUCK AGAINST MY FINGERS. WITHOUT WARNING I GRABBED MY STRAP-ON ATTACHED MY TRAINER AND LUBED IT UP AND GOT BEHIND HIS ASS AS HE PUT IT IN THE AIR AS HE WAS TOLD. THE TRAINER WAS NO BIGGER THAN 4 INCHES LONG AND MAYBE 2 INCHES WIDE. IT FIT HIM WELL AS I TURNED ON THE VIBRATOR TO GIVE HIM THE FULL EFFECT HE TRIED. He had thick legs and arms, a broad chest and back, his body was complete hair free including his head. As with all builders in the summer he wore shorts, t-shirt and safety boots with a thick pair of socks. He was well tanned head to foot, well he would be he was a builder after all. And last of all a handsome rugged face. I kind of new what to expect as I'd sucked and wanker him off before on a few occasions so he was kind of a friend already, he usually took me to a café for an hot drink or. “Let’s do it.”A few minutes later we’d schlepped the gear and had it loaded in the back of the Jeep. The snow bowl in front of our house was illuminated by Colin’s light bar as he cleared some snow off his rumbling vehicle.“That was a good jam, man,” I called. “Let’s do it again sometime?”“Definitely,” Colin agreed.“See you in school?” I said to Shannon.She looked fairly giddy as she strapped herself into the passenger seat. She held out a hand and squeezed mine.“Yeah, see you in school,.