Chapter 3

Chad found his eyes straying to the man’s well-rounded ass. He wondered if it, too, was shrouded in the thick coat of fur that adorned the rest of Mr. Malone’s body, save his head.

Mr. Malone turned toward Chad, who quickly averted his eyes.

“How’s your mother doing?” the blacksmith asked as he wiped sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

“Fine, sir,” Chad replied.

“That’s good to hear. I know she relies on you to fill your father’s shoes. You’re a good son for doing so.”

“Thank you, sir. I do my best.”

Chad tried to keep his eyes on the man’s face during their brief conversation. However, try as he might, he couldn’t help glancing at the prominent bulge in the man’s pants.

Mr. Malone turned back to his work. Chad walked around to the smithy’s side ostensibly to watch as he affixed the handle to the bowl of the skillet. In reality, Chad wanted to continue to admire the way Mr. Malone’s overalls swelled where his cock and balls would be.