Some jobs are better than other jobs. This was a good one.

The summer before my senior year.

I had been searching for a summer job, of which there were not many available in the small farming community where I lived, but my Dad actually came to the rescue. One of his friends needed some help on his farm, and my Dad negotiated my employment for the entire summer. We were "townies", not living or working on a farm but I was pleased with the arrangement since it definitely was going to provide me with a pot of spending money. I also knew and liked the farmer. He always said he preferred to be called Ted, but he had gotten stuck with the shortened nickname of “Theo” from Theodore, and the name had stuck. I thought he was pretty cool, even though he had a goofy name. Theo was a good-looking muscular guy with a pretty wife and several young kids. I did not think of him in any physical way and did not equate my feelings as anything physical since there was no reason to do so. He was just a handsome dude, and he was now my boss for the summer.

In fact, I had not yet settled on any labels for my own physicality. I was sort of dating heavy with a couple of girls, and getting more head and back-seat sex than most of my buddies. I also had taken my pants off with several of my buddies to experiment with playing with dick and had gone so far as to suck on a few myself, and to stroke off a load or two for quite a goodly number of my buddies who did the same for me. We were just having fun while releasing the white stuff that would erupt in wet dreams if we didn’t do what we did.

It was not many days after starting my work with Theo before I discovered that the fun I had been having with buddies could continue right here on the farm, with Theo. The two of us worked well together, and we were both hard workers. We had an instant liking of each other and a silent understanding of each other’s personality in this environment. When one was tired, it was inevitable that the other would suggest a rest break. If one was thirsty, the other would retrieve some water though the thirst had gone unspoken. We thought a lot alike, worked well together with a strong rapport. We bonded quickly, from day one.

That is likely why it was no surprise that even in that first week of work that we got to know each other even better than I had ever imagined we might. Theo and I were taking a break from planting in one of the far fields. Sitting under a big shade tree out in the deserted farmlands with the silence of the plains. Nothing happening except for the putt-putt droning of other tractors of other farmers in other fields, as we sat shirtless and silently contented as we rested. After a few minutes, Theo calmly said, “I think I feel like I’d like to blow a load. You want to?” Damn, we did think alike! I said “Sure”. We both shinnied out of our clothes, pushing our Levis and underwear down to our knees. We were both rigid-hard and