Sneak Peek! – Next Chapter of A Summer on the Farm (Patreon)

Have Mark’s shredded abs finally started losing ground to Bertha’s homemade farm cooking?

Kyle certainly thinks so—and he’s having the time of his life teasing Mark about those first pounds.

But is Mark really starting to lose definition? Or is it just Kyle exaggerating things to piss him off!

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Kyle threw a sneaky wink at Jeremy before casually turning to Mark, “Back already? Thought you were on that stay-shredded grind!”

Mark’s eyes narrowed just a bit, a flicker of irritation crossing his face as he shot back, “What do you mean, man? I’m still shredded. I´ve been jogging every day!”

Kyle moved his hand down and gave the hem of Mark’s T-shirt a few playful tugs, “That’s not enough, man. This doesn’t even cover your belly anymore.”

Mark reached down to pinch the bare skin above his waistband, checking it, and snapped back. “Less than two fingers! Nothing’s getting outta control!”

Kyle stood up, grabbed the bottom of Mark’s T-shirt, and pulled it up, uncovering his stomach, “Ooooh damn, bro! What happened to that six-pack?”, he asked with a teasing surprise tone. Then he turned to Jeremy, “Jem, how many squares do you count here?”

Jeremy leaned forward slightly, pushed his glasses up, and squinted as Mark tightened his abs. Then he answered, sounding a bit unsure, "One... two... not so clear, huh?"

Mark answered as he ran his hand up and down over his stomach, “Get those glasses checked, Jem! Still got definition.”

Kyle insisted and grabbed Mark’s sides with both hands, giving them a playful squeeze. “Well, well… looks like Bertha’s cookin’ is finally payin’ off in these nice love handles here! Kyle insisted and grabbed Mark’s sides with both hands, giving them a playful squeeze. “Well, well… looks like Bertha’s cookin’ is finally payin’ off in these nice little love handles here! Headin’ down the same road as that dude from your gym. Jake, wasn’t it? The one you said started blowin’ up like a damn hog.”

Mark yanked down his shirt abruptly and snapped, “Are you tryin’ to piss me off again, asshole?!”

Kyle grinned unfazed, “Relax, bro! I mean, you look great; actually, you´re right at the spot to turn all those extra pounds into a solid bulk with a good lift. Ready to fill out that tee for real. You’re finally startin’ to look like a real man. Like me!”

Kyle lifted his own white ribbed white tank above his chest, then grabbed Mark’s T-shirt and yanked it up again. Turning to Jeremy with a wide grin, he said, “Look at that, Jem! Juicy, chunky pecs right here—and look at these thick, bowed-out bellies! Damn, you lucky bastard… not just one bulky dude for you, but one more in the makin’!”