Carter Creek Farms CH 01
Two boyhood friends meet again after college
This story is original fiction in 2 chapters, both complete and posted. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18. Arguably, the story involves incest--if you consider sex between two guys, one of each of whose parents married late in life. There is no biological connection. No AI was used in the creation of this story. © 2023, all rights reserved. Brunosden
My second year at State was over. I had gotten beyond all the required courses and was deep into my major: Agri-Economics. I've made Dean's list every semester. Next year will be my last because of AP and Extension Credits and an extra summer semester. I guess it goes without saying that I've been raised on a farm--originally growing corn, winter wheat, and recently, an experiment in organic vegetables--the latter subscribed by high end groceries and restaurants in Chicago-land. I expect to follow the multi-generational pattern of my family--I will farm, presumably our half section--320 acres, give or take.
An entrepreneur had come to us (and about a dozen other medium sized family farmers) and with a different kind of proposal: they would tell us what to grow, what fertilizers and pesticides we could use, and they would guaranty to take the results--however good or bad for a set price. We signed up and were started on a new venture.
So did the family of my best friend, Tommy Manley. They lived on the next farm west. Tom had never known his mother, and his three sisters were married, and definitely not interested in farm life. I too am the only boy in the family, but I have two step-sisters, both older, married and living in Houston where they are nurses. My mother had also died when I was young, but Dad had remarried a woman he met at a church convention. She had two older daughters who came with her. We weren't close in age or close personally.
Tommy had been my playmate and then my soul mate for my entire life. Both of us had older sisters from whom we needed refuge. Both of us lived on remote farms, so we were the only potential friends. We rode the school bus together, ate together, biked and hiked together, did chores together. In a sense we were closer than most blood brothers. We'll celebrate our 21
st
birthdays this August, a few days apart.
Tom and I followed the same path (with AP Credits and Online Courses at CC during COVID). At graduation I went on to State while he had decided to take a gap year and was working on his family's farm--ostensibly to determine whether that would be his future, but also because his Dad wasn't in great health. Meanwhile he had used his evenings to pick up another semester at the CC online. Within a semester, he enrolled full time (with classes mostly at night) following a tech path in agricultural machinery operation, design, maintenance and repair. His formal schooling was now just about over.
To finish early, I had stayed on at State last summer and did another semester. Then, just after the fall semester started, Dad was killed in an accident involving faulty agricultural machinery during the fall harvest. The insurance claims were still pending--and, although my mother was going to be set for life with the settlement in all likelihood, she was in danger of losing the farm before it all could be worked out. I went home briefly for the funeral, but immediately felt a change in my mother and strangeness in our home. We had never been close, and Dad's death seemed to be closing the door.
William Manley had proposed to manage our land with his, keeping our two hands, (the winter wheat crop) for a year until she could decide what to do in the spring. She accepted and the deal was struck. Then, just after winter break, she called. She had an announcement: she was going to marry Bill. They tied the knot only a few weeks later "in a private ceremony" and she moved to his farm. I didn't make it to the marriage which was scheduled during exam period. So, Tommy and I are now step-bros. Tommy was, as I said, my best friend. But, I wasn't wild about him as a bro--or my mother's decision to re-marry less than a year after Dad's death. They had already moved my room to Bill's farmhouse. So, at this point, I had little to say about it.
So here we were at the beginning of my last summer before my last year at State and deciding on a career, at the cusp of adulthood, theoretically.
Tommy offered to drive up (about five hours each way--Kansas State was a little to the east of the center of the State; our farm was right in the southwest corner) to help me move my stuff out of the dorm for the summer. When I returned in the fall, it would be to an apartment: seniors were pushed off campus. The first crops were in the ground and there is a lull when the old-time farm hands could easily control the irrigation requirements--and Mom and my new Dad were off on a two week cruise--as a honeymoon and before the back-breaking labor of summer farm work dropped on us and when our contract labor needed close supervision.
My name is John Kelly Baker (actually III), generally known as JK or Blackie, the latter because of my full head of curly black hair, bushy dark eyebrows, dark brown, almost black' eyes. (I also have a five o'clock shadow, some black body hair, mostly shaved., (And pubes, carefully controlled--but most people who use the name don't know that.) I'm tall, over 6 feet, muscled from farm-work since childhood, but not athletic--there never was time. I've got a deep concave gut with visible abs, and slim waist and hips--which nicely show off my 71/2 cut dick. My skin is "Mediterranean"--dark and easily tanned.
I didn't date much in high school or play sports. In fact, I think I matured rather late. The first two years of college weren't much different--although I did go out for track and made the JV team and my "big city" (Wichita) roommate embarrassed me into dating and cured me of my excessive modesty. Being an athlete, he was very casual about nudity in the dorm. I'm coming back to Carter Creek a changed boy: more confident, more worldly (if that's even possible in mid-Kansas), more conscious of my physical appeal, but still at heart a farm boy. Except for a few days at holidays and the funeral, I've seen very little of Carter Creek for since summer almost two years ago.
Tommy should be here within the hour, around 2. He texted me on his last pee stop. I'm packed and ready to go.
I know you're waiting for the other shoe to drop. Drum roll, please. In the last year, thanks to my roommate, I've discovered that I'm bi, maybe gay. We're not an item, but we have jacked together and tasted each other's cum. But when I jack alone, it's to Tommy's image. We're going to be living and working together this summer. He plans to come back with me to State next fall to pick up a few necessary AG courses, mainly to satisfy the banks that he's a real farmer and creditworthy when he takes over his Dad's farm. And he's now my bro!
I heard the horn, read the text, and started down with the first two boxes. Tommy was standing by his truck, actually leaning on it, browsing his cell. The sun highlighted his short straw blonde hair and wide toothy dimpled smile. He was poured into jeans that he'd probably been wearing for several years. The knees were threadbare; his basket threatened to burst out; and, his ass cheeks were stretching the limits. It was hot and he had taken off his tee to wipe the perspiration from his brow. Tanned pecs, big dark nibs, and cut abs glistened with moisture and a nice curly trail led to his treasure. I was so taken that I nearly tripped and dropped the boxes. He rushed up and took them from me. He swung them into the truck bed, turned and pulled me into a bro-hug. Suddenly, he stepped back, realizing he had used my own tee to absorb his sweat.
"Sorry about that, bro. I guess we're gonna smell the same now. JK, bro--that's the first time I get to use that--it's good to see you. You definitely look much more intelligent than when I saw you last. State has done good by you. Sorry, that we missed at Christmas. Dad had decided I needed that family reunion before what turned out to be the wedding."
