Cultivating Love

A man of few words, Joe is a hard-working farmhand who likes his simple, uncomplicated life. Ed is satisfied with his existence as an auto mechanic, but thrilled when an unexpected development in his life allows him to help Joe realize a dream.<br><br>It forces them, however, to reevaluate the casual, undefined nature of their relationship. They’re too macho to speak of love, and neither would acknowledge he doesn’t really mind when it’s his turn to bottom. When life throws them a curve ball, and the rules of their game get old, Ed tries to take every aspect of their relationship up a notch. Can Joe adapt to the open sentimentality Ed’s injecting into their relationship, let alone the new spice in their bedroom activities?<br><br>NOTE: This is a previously published story that has been rewritten, expanded, and re-edited.

Addison Albright · LGBT+

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43 Chs

Chapter 32

Ed took his scattered thoughts in stride. “I’ll get you some.” He poured a cup and put in a straw before handing it to Joe.

He emptied the cup quickly and handed it back with a sigh. “Man, that was good.”

“Want more?”

“I’m okay now. Thanks.”

“I’ll be back in a few.” Then Ed left.

Where was Jenny? Probably in the waiting room with the folks. He hoped she wasn’t worrying them with exaggerated tales of what had happened. Their mother didn’t need to worry about stuff needlessly. He closed his eyes again. No reason not to rest his eyes while waiting, right?

He wasn’t sure if it was thirty seconds or five minutes before a hand on his shoulder brought him back to reasonable alertness. Stupid drugs. Guess it was better than hurting, though.

He opened his eyes. “Mom?” Somehow he hadn’t expected her to have aged so much in eight years. Guess it was mostly all the new gray in her hair. That, and a few more lines on her face.

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