I grew up on a farm but have spent most of life in the city. My Dad and brother invited me on a hunting trip out on a farm where my Dad spent a lot of time as a kid, and I love nature, so I thought why not. I'm 32, not the fittest guy, but I'm slim and active enough to be comfortable with most physical activity. I'm 6" with a mustache and a bit of a mullet so after throwing on some old clothes and a flannel I thought I'd fit right in on the farm!
I knew that the property would be remote (it took 8 hours or so to drive there from the coast) but that we'd at least say hello to the friends of my Dad's who owned the farm. What I didn't expect was the son of the farmer whose property we were on to catch my eye.
The second day we were out there, we went over to the farmers house to drop off some thank you beers for letting us stay. We all sat around a table outside and cracked open the beers and chatted. All the women were inside, just us men outside - myself, dad, my brother, the farmer, his brother, and a friend of theirs. Everyone was shooting the shit for ages, until they mentioned the farmers son, Max, and how he was a bit quiet. They talked about how he was thinking about going to university but loved the farm life too so probably wouldn't. I started wondering how old he was and if he was good looking, and as if on cue a very handsome, fit, rugged yet gentle looking guy walked out of the house. He was at least 19, wearing a cap, a red flannel with the top two buttons undone, blue jeans, boots, and a huge knife at his hip. My cock involuntarily throbbed in my shorts Instantly. Luckily I was still sitting down. Quickly the farmer introduced him as his son Max. He didn't say anything but sat down and opened a beer. While his dad was talking we exchanged a few looks across the table, every time my cock twitching a little, but I had no idea if he was into guys or not, or if I'd see him again, so I steadied my expectations and figured I'd just jerk off about him sometime later.
After a short while we all got up to leave, downing the remainder of our beers. We all shook everyone's hands, and when it got to Max I gave him a big smile and shook his hand tightly. He smiled back and our eyes lingered for a moment, then he briskly walked away, jumped on his 4 wheeler motorbike and rode off. I could have sworn he blushed a little before he turned around.
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A few days later, myself, my brother, and my dad were sitting around outside with a fire drinking beers and planning our next pig hunt (we'd gone hunting most days, as well as some spotlighting in the evening). It was just about dusk, when a car rolled up into the paddock we were staying in. Max and his dad both jumped out of the car. My dad welcomed them and threw them some beers, and Max sat down opposite me in an available camp chair. We looked at each other for about 10 seconds, with a small smile, until he cracked his beer and then started laughing at whatever joke had just been said. As the sun set, we had more than a few beers and kept this dance going of looking at each other for 10, 15, 20 seconds. It was like we were daring each other to look for longer each time, but we didn't speak.
