Preview of "A Summer in the farm" part II

In chapter 4, Kyle and Mark are having a lift together in his home-gym (which now looks more like a neighborhood gym after adding some machines while growing) Kyle will have fun pranking Mark as he now looks much stronger than his pal and can lift much weight than him. However, Mark won´t miss the chance to check on Kyle´s slightly out-bowed belly to give back the hit!

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The full-body workout continued this way, muscular group after muscular group, in which Kyle had fun squeezing Mark´s self-love to push his short temperament to the ends, like a kid not afraid to play with a short fuse firecracker.

Mark repressed his growing irritation and tried to look immutable to disguise his frustration as much as possible. However, in his lightly twisted lips and his short dry sentences, Kyle guessed Mark´s ill-suppressed anger.

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Kyle did his last pull holding the bar close to his chest to push the pump in his lats to the max with some short forceful tugs, and after a few seconds, he stood up to release the weight with a loud clang of steel, in duo with a roar of relief that sounded like a victorious shout. Then, perhaps carelessly or maybe on purpose, Kyle let some snickers out while flashing a gaze on Jeremy, which made Mark finally explode, “I´m sick and tired of your bullshit, man!!!”

An event that Kyle celebrated with noisy guffaws, “HAHAHA! You’ve got already pissed off, dude!”

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“No bullshit, man!”, Mark insisted, “You might have more strength than me but check this out!”, then Mark, after flashing his abs, slid his hand up and down over his dark t-shirt, “You can see my abs even through the fabric! I am in much better shape than you!”

Kyle just shrugged. “What shape? The one of a sock full of marbles? Hahaha!”

Mark just lifted Kyle´s bottom hem tank top with one hand to expose his whole stomach and said, “Man, what do we have here?!”. Mark whistled in awe, “This gut of yours looks like way more than a few pounds, bro! Have you ever been mistaken for one of the hogs on the farm?”

Kyle´s bowed-out stomach instinctively contracted. “They usually mistake me for one of the stallions here! So what?” The big muscle boy lifted his tank top even more to pin it between his chin and chest. “I don´t care. Anyway, my pecs stand out further than my gut!”

Mark ran his hand all over Kyle´s belly, “Relax that gut, dude! Show its real size!” he said, walking around Kyle and bending over to inspect his silhouette from the side.

Kyle distended his belly, and Mark slid his hand up and down along his torso to contour its profile. Then, Mark concluded, “Just barely, man!” adding teasing nods with his head, “Soon you’ll look like Xander,” topping off his assessment with a couple of relaxed slaps on Kyle´s stomach that, however, sounded with heavy thuds, as if he wanted to showcase its mass.