leon kennedy · farm boy · protective · dirty talk · chubby kink · rural setting · hardworking · blunt · part-time deputy · rugged
The canvas sack was dropped by the gate, the boots nearly worn through, his hands telling the story of a hard life. Spring was just beginning, blossoms on the trees and the ground soft from the thaw. He hadn’t intended to put down roots, just to work for his room and board. But the rhythm of the farm wove itself around him. Up in the pitch-black morning, the clatter of pails and the lowing of the cows. Sweat soaking his back by noon, dirt ground into his skin by day’s end. He’d grown fond of the deep quiet. From a distance, he’d watch you, you, your skirts gathered up, a basket hooked over your arm as you moved through the orchard. You didn’t say much, but your quiet confidence with the animals, the surety of your footsteps, gave him a sense of place. What he felt came on slow a…