His brother Adam.

There had to be something wrong with it, but no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts always strayed back to his older brother, Adam. Five years his senior, Adam was a professional theatre technician, doing everything from sound and light to set painting and working on the fly towers. Unlike Jason he didn't spend much time outdoors, and his skin was a pale milky white, contrasting against the shock of dark black hair that crowned his hair and pubic region. He was of slim build, with a runners physique and lips that were as red as the strawberries Jason was picking now... well okay that was an exaggeration, but it didn't stop him from imagining what it would be like to kiss them, feel them yield and open to his ministrations.

Something sticky coated his fingers and he looked down, noticing the crushed red pulp in his hand for the first time. Sighing, Jason washed his hand off and tried to ignore the throbbing of his cock, rock hard in the worn denim jeans he was wearing. Over the fence he heard a push mower starts is squeak-clip across his neighbour's lawn. Perfect timing as always.