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We were very happy to make the aquaintance of farm boy Cort, one of the cutest young men to have graced our pages since… well, last week, actually – but you get the point.
As you can see, our newest HMBoy is never happier than when he’s in the fields getting his hands dirty. 
But there’s a drawback.
That work keeps him so busy that he never gets any time to get into town like any self-respecting young gay boy needs to do now and then.  And, as a result, when he called our photographer to make arrangements for the HMBoys photoshoot he said that he didn’t think he had any suitable clothes.
Of course, our snapper tried to explain that clothes – suitable or otherwise – weren’t really such an important part of what we needed him to do.  But Cort wasn’t having any of that and, in order to get him to agree to go ahead with the work at all, we had to promise that we’d supply him with a suitable outfit.
Well, all we can say is thank goodness that young Cort isn’t up to date with contemporary fashions because, as far as we can tell, before setting off our photographer simply shoved into the trunk of his car a pile of his own old stuff that he hadn’t worn since his disco-bunnying days of the 1980s. 
Given that our guy is just a little bit more sizeably challenged than Cort, you can see - if you look carefully at picture # 10 - how the poor boy even had to tie a big knot in the string vest in order to make it tight!
Thankfully, though, close examination of, say, picture # 40 conclusively demonstrates that Cort had no difficulty at all in filling out the cheesy red posing pouch…
Cort was, so we’re told, very pleased with his “new” outfit.  He even persuaded our photographer to give it to him permanently (we haven’t dared to ask what favour was demanded in return!) and he’s planning to wear it next time he heads into town.  Hopefully, though, our guy will have been long gone by then!
Anyway, we hope that you’ll enjoy the pictures of this beautiful young man having fun in the field…
Of course, not being farmers ourselves, we’re not exactly sure what crop the field’s been planted with…
But we seem to recall there was a corny (ugh!) old song title that just might fit these pics too – wasn’t it called Cummin’ through the rye ?

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Over the years, we’ve met some very pleasant HMBoys.
And, to be honest, we’ve met a few who weren’t quite so nice, too.
But we haven’t, we think we can say in all honesty, met anyone quite like Dom.
Because, our roving photographer tells us, he’s just very slightly odd.
It started when he point blank refused to give our guy his real name.  And, even though the photoshoot had been scheduled for Dom’s home address, he wouldn’t even give that either.
So they had to meet up in Main St. in a small town in the middle of nowhere (well, I guess, now you ask, that it might have been Wyoming.)   And then Dom just directed our guy to drive down a few long country roads according to his directions.
Once they got to the house, it just got weirder.
Dom, it seems, was desperate to make sure that the interior of the house couldn’t be identified in the photographs. So he’d stuck up a big red sheet to make it all as anonymous as possible.
By now our guy was getting a bit spooked. Maybe Dom was hidden away on a Witness Protection Program or something?
So in the end – and this is something he doesn’t often say – he was glad to get it all over with and to get safely out of the house in one piece.
Maybe one of you guys can spot something in the background that sometimes creeps into shot that Dom was trying to keep hidden?
We’ve looked – and we can’t.  
But, then, here at HMBoys we’re not too bothered.  After all, with no name to put on it and no address to send it to, how can we let younng Dom have his payment check?