Hay making time was usually mid June and the weather was always uncertain.
Despite all mechanical aids getting it from the field to the barn was a time when many hands made light work. So it was that Billy, a student aged 19 came to help out with loading and stacking. As it was only a job for fine weather and the work being hot and physical it was a nice excuse to strip off as much as possible and get a good tan. He loved outdoor work and I remember him saying that he wouldn't mind if he never saw another lecture theatre or exam room in his life again. He was great fun, lots of jokes and general youthfulness.
But as we worked together I couldn't help glancing at his long brown arms and slim firm muscles as he tossed the bales into stacks and onto trailers.
Others used to come and help too but Billy and I always worked together.
He was had a competitive nature and liked to challenge me over who was the fittest and who could toss bales the highest. Sometimes we would overbalance and end up in a playful wrestle on the ground. I remember how exciting it was making close contact with his body. Sometimes when he had to climb off from a high load I would guide his bare legs so he could find toe holds to get down safely. He had those lovely long brown thighs, they were so firm, and every time I would this throbbing erection.
Billy always wore these very brief shorts so his thighs were all too visible to everyone. And I found myself getting jealous when anyone else spoke to him. I couldn't help this feeling I was getting; while he was quite muscular around his biceps ,his chest was really smooth and he had those lovely rounded shoulder blades that made him otherwise a bit effeminate looking.
Even before I ever saw his bare legs and his boyish chest I realised I had some attraction to him. It's funny how you think of these things afterwards; it was the profile of his big rounded bum that first got my attention. It didn't matter what he was wearing there was no concealing the fact that he was a really sexy boy!
It was because we were so innocent and lacking experience then that it took some time before we went much further but I would always finding excuses to touch him. Sometimes if we were walking and talking together I would put a hand on his shoulder without thinking, it was like a reflex and he used to turn to me and smile. I was pretty much in love with him without fully realizing but I wasn't really fanaticising about having sex with him exactly. Sometimes my hand would drop around his waist and I would find my excitement quite embarrassing. On times like that we would fall silent and I sort of found it hard to make conversation.
Actually we sometimes talked about former girlfriends but really we were a couple of virgins when it came down to anything serious. I used to get all tied up emotionally about what to do next and too embarrassed to take a proper lead. The truth was I was getting carried away. Billy was having some sort of an emotionally effect on me.
Every Tuesday he had been in the habit of going off to town. Sometimes he would borrow money off me for the bus fare. He had said something about physiotherapy but I hadn't really taken much notice. It wasn't until hay making was all but finished that I found out what it was all about.
Billy and I had gone on top of the hay barn to tidy up some of the bales. We got very hot and after we sat down he said that he wished he didn't have to go for this treatment. I asked him what it was all about and he said he had had a bicycle accident about a year ago and broke a bone in his leg. Now they said he needed to have physiotherapy because one of his leg muscles needed strengthening after being in plaster.
The thought that he should be going to someone else to be massaged or something just made me sort of mad. Why should he be going to town for this I could surely care for Billy better than anyone else. I knew I was getting unreasonable after all physiotherapy is an expert profession what did I really know about it?
"I would do it you know" I blurted out unable to stop myself.
"Do you really want to?" his reply surprised me. He even looked as if he liked the idea.
"Yes, er, I don't know too much about the medical side but perhaps you can help" I said trying to steady my voice.
"Oh sure yes, but really you don't have to" He replied nervously.
"Billy" I said "I want to... I mean , well, I would like to you know I mean I like you and, yea I suppose I wouldn't just offer to massage anyone!" I was very aware of having gone extremely red in the face and I was sweating profusely. I got so embarrassed then that I had to change the subject and started talking about other things.
It was a bit difficult because with hay making finished I couldn't afford to go on paying Billy because I had no regular work for him and the farm finances just wouldn't be up to it. He liked coming and I liked having him around so I used to invite him over and he'd get meals and some pocket money. He was good at cooking too.
It was the very next day, as far as I remember when reminded me of my offer. He had got a bit wet walking over in the rain. All he had on was just jeans and a course knitted sweater. I took him straight up to my bedroom.
"You had better take your wet jeans off, I'll put them to dry" I said. He seemed to look a bit embarrassed at first but I just grabbed his belt, undid it and was just about to undo his fly-zip when he nervously pushed my hand away. Then after a short pause he seemed to make up his mind and quickly pulled them down himself.
So there he sat on edge of the bed with his course damp sweater just covering his underpants. His smooth brown thighs emerged straight from the lower hem of his coarsely knitted sweater. He looked as if he could have had nothing on underneath. I was getting wildly excited and far from being able to adopt any sort of professional manner, I started immediately running my hands up his thighs.
