4 Chapter 4

Caleb had finished taking off the rest of his cold-weather garments and stood in tight boxer shorts and a loose-fitting tank top. He was leaning over, stoking the fire with a rod.

Jarrod’s eyes followed the curve of his ass, down the thick, hairy legs to his large bare feet.

What would it be like to suck on those toes?he wondered.

The tank top hung open and from his vantage point Jarrod could see past the muscular arm to a large, sculpted chest. The brown skin ran from his tanned face to his feet.

No tan lines?

Before Jarrod could react, Caleb straightened and looked over his shoulder straight into his eyes. Jarrod’s face warmed again.

“Come on, boy,” Caleb said, turning to face him. “Bring those clothes down here by the fire.”