Down On The Farm

Pete and I had been friends since childhood, when Dad and I moved to the farm. He was my neighbor and a bit older than me and since we were in the middle of nowhere, he was really my only friend. We did a lot together like fishing and skinny-dipping in the pond and yes, we even experimented with sex in the hayloft. This was the high point of my childhood.

After high school, my dad died and I was left with the farm. We had hired help but could barely afford them. When Dad dies, his extra income disappeared too. To make matters worse, Pete wanted out and ended up moving to the east coast. I was left in the mid west with a big farm, lots of work and no help. My only friend was time zones away. He got a job in a radio station and was able to call often enough.

I had never been to a big city so he would send me copies of his radio show on tape. It was great listening to different kinds of music than what I could get locally. One day he sent a player that allowed me to listen to his show with earphones and I would use it to drown out the noise of the tractor.

One day, out of the blue, a young guy came up to the farm looking for work. He was far from home and I gathered that he had left home for some reason. Anyway, he was strong and pretty good looking and willing to work hard. I didn't have much I could pay him but he said he would work for room and board and when I got some income, I could start paying him. That sounded great to me and we fixed up a place in the barn for him. Until I knew more about him, I didn't want to have him live in the house.

While I worked about the farm, I continued to enjoy the mix tapes Pete sent. Soon he started sending files over the internet that I could load in the player. As I listened to them, I constantly thought about Pete. I would remember the times we skinny-dipped and played with each other and really wanted him to come back.

It was not long before I realized that Harry was working out pretty well. We were getting lots of farm chores done and he had a few repair skills that I did not. He asked me about the headphones and player I was listening to and I told him about Pete and the radio station. Harry told me he always wanted to move to California and live at the beach. This was a longing he had. I had an idea and sent Pete a request for a tape of ocean sounds. I figured that a radio station would have such a things and I could surprise Harry with it. Pete said he would send along real ocean wave audio instead of the canned stuff. When it came, I listened and yes, it was recorded at a real beach. You could even hear seagulls and people talking in the distance.

I set the old tape recorder up in the barn for Harry and gave him the tape. He listened to that ocean all the time he was there and all night. I think I made a real friend with that tape!

As Harry and I worked outside, he started taking his shirt off to stay comfortable and I did too. I had always been a bit shy around others, but now that I was doing a lot of heavy lifting on the farm, my muscles had started to develop very nicely. Harry had a nice set too and I snuck a look whenever I could. Sometimes I would visit his room and after a while I let him listen to my music tapes Pete had sent. Harry really got into them and we found a way to let him listen to them any time he wanted.

I found reasons to be near Harry as we worked and often would ask him to help on a project that required two of us. I was really happy to have a friend and he was really good looking. I was starting to think about what he looked like naked. The thoughts of Pete and me came flooding back to me. As we talked about life, I guess I mentioned Pete and the skinny-dipping. Harry was excited and said that he would not mind trying it out. My heart started really beating hard and I made plans that we would go to the pond that afternoon, to cool off!

As we stripped, I caught a very good look at him and he must have seen me, because we both got very hard, that is, until we jumped into the very cold water. Afterwards we climbed up on a rock and dried ourselves in the warm sun. I stared at his body a lot every time he looked the other way.

Before long I started having really strong sexual feelings for him and he seemed as though I was his best friend. We started drinking together and as winter approached we had to winterize his place. It was pretty small so it didn't take us very long. We moved the propane heater into his room. In the house I had electric baseboard heat, which worked quite well. That is until the winter storm hit. It came up fast and the ice took down a few power poles between town and the farm. I had no heat and had to move into the room in the barn with Harry to keep from freezing.

For the next couple days we talked and listened to music and the ocean. I was getting really turned on being next to Harry, especially that first night when we had to sleep in the same bed. I was ready to sleep on the floor, but he insisted. I was up all night and he sounded asleep. My hand kept slowly stroking myself. I just couldn't help it. By the next afternoon we were talking about sex and I did everything I could to keep from touching him. I didn't notice it until now but I was really wanting to have sex with him! I was obsessed with Harry.

When the storm quit and the power came back on, I went back to the house. Pete happened to call and I told him about the storm and having to sleep next to Harry. He started laughing and asked a few leading questions. He finally admitted to putting subliminal under the music and ocean sound. He had to explain what subliminal were because I had no idea. As he started explaining, I started getting really hard. I was amazed that something you could not hear could arouse you that much. He would not tell me what was underneath, perhaps he was embarrassed but he did tell me that he didn't expect it to work and that he was just kidding. I didn't want to tell Pete that I was wanting to have hot sex with Harry so I decided not to tell Harry about the subliminal. I also didn't tell Pete all the thought I was having. If he was in fact controlling me, he already knew what I might be thinking.

I can tell you that it was not but a few days later that I decided that Harry needed to move into the house where it would be a bit more comfortable. He started out sleeping in what used to me my bedroom. If Pete keeps sending me tapes, perhaps Harry will soon ask if he can sleep in the master bedroom. After all we are the best of friends now!