Dennis had bow legs and when we were kids back in North Carolinas Black Mountains, the other kids used to pick on him endlessly. We used to call him rain-bow, bow-boy, bowbilly, and The Tin Bow Man. No one wanted to pick him to play and as we got older, the ridiculing got worse. In retrospect, if he ever forgave us kids would amaze me. Turned out he didnt. He had dark blond hair, was taller than the rest of us, with bright blue eyes. Dennis could ride a horse like few others and he spent most of his time as he got older on his family farm. I used to see him out there in the fields on the tractor, on his horse, loading hay, long after the rest of us had finished our chores and played. I left the farm when I was 19, moved to Charlotte, and forgot all about tall Dennis and his bowed legs until one winter when I was back home for Christmas. I was 24 and met up with some of my old friends at a local juke joint. My buddies and I put away a lot of beer and local hooch. I probably shouldnt have been driving my dads pick-up back to the farm that night but I was more stupid then. I am 59, a little on the stocky side but strong from years climbing the fields and working on the farm. I have black hair and blue eyes and am pretty hairy. My buds called me Pretty boy which I hated and had a round, firm, ass I secretly thought they wanted to fuck. My cock is uncut, more thick than long.