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Seasons of Change
Part One Summer
Chapter 1 The Family Farm
I just graduated high school. I couldn't wait to leave home and attend college. I've been looking forward to this for a very long time. I just have to find the strength to patient through the last summer I will spend at home.
I came out to my parents when I was sixteen; it goes without saying, but it didn't go well. My parents are old fashioned, and being raised in the south, it wasn't appropriate to be gay. I was supposed to be straight, to find a woman, and to have children; that's at least what I've been told, and I've even heard the preacher say it was in the good book.
I was raised in the church. We went to church every Sunday; it's what you did. When I came out, I knew everyone was talking. They felt so sorry for my parents because I would burn in hell for eternity. Eventually, I just stopped going with the support of my parents.
Our lives changed when I told them I was gay. My mom cried for months. My dad refused to look at me or even talk to me. He wouldn't even come to anymore of my baseball games, and as pitcher, I took our team to the championship and won, but it didn't matter, I was still gay.
The summer of my senior year was going to be a good one for my dad. He's a carpenter; it's what paid the bills. He was pretty good. Everyone wanted him because he made sure he used the best at a reasonable price. He has this opportunity to go up to North Georgia to build a huge subdivision; he was going to get paid millions for his work. He decided to take my mom and older brother, but I was to stay behind with my grandparents on the farm. I've could have stayed by myself, but my mother wouldn't allow it.
I stood on the front porch of my grandparents' home watching them drive off in my dad's truck. I can see my older brother looking back at me with disappointment in his eyes; he was hoping dad would take me; he even spoke on my behalf, but my dad didn't want to be around me. I guess he hoped I would no longer be gay when he returned home or it could be every time he looked at me, he was ashamed.
I stayed on the front porch looking at the truck until I couldn't see it no more. My grandfather, Charles, places his hand on my shoulder. "Come on Luke, your Granny has some wonderful red eye gravy for breakfast this morning."
I can even look up at him simply because I knew they were ashamed of me as well, but they were the ones who got stuck with me.
My grandparents have one of the last operational farms in our small community of Wells, Georgia. Most of the farmers either died out, and the family sold the land. There are a couple of more farmers in Wells, but they will eventually die out.
Wells, Georgia is a small community. There're only about five hundred residents and majority of them are elderly. I had to travel fifteen miles to the nearest town just for my education. This is one of the reasons why I chose to attend a college in a metropolis. I wanted to do things, and I thought this would give me opportunities to meet guys, but I have to wait several months before college, so I guess I better make the best of it.
I walk into my grandparents' home. The screen door still has that squeak in it; I guess there's nothing you can do about that. The door slams behind me echoing through the four bedrooms home.
My grandparents are Charles and Patty. They have lived nowhere else. They love Wells, and this is where they want to die. I call them Papa and Granny.
Papa is the mayor of Wells. There are several people who take turns with the job of mayor. I've heard there is a list of who will be mayor at certain times. This time it's my Papa. They've worked hard to keep this community alive.
I walk to the kitchen to find my Granny has already set the table. I could smell the delicious breakfast all through the house. She makes the best red eye gravy. Her breakfasts are always big, and people find any excuse to stop by and eat her food, but not this morning. Since I was being dropped off, they told people not to stop by. The breakfast for this morning was only for family and workers on the farm.
Papa along with his farmhands is already at the table ready to eat. I can see them drooling over the food, but my Granny always prepares the red eye gravy last. She finally carries the pan to the table and wipes her hands on her robe.
"Come on Luke," she says. "You better jump in there or they're going to eat everything."
"Yes ma'am," I say. I find my seat at the other end of the table facing opposite my Papa. My Granny always sits next to him.
"Let's say grace," say Papa. Everyone closes their eyes and bows their heads. The delicious aroma is torturing us, even me. "God, we thank for this blessing around the table. Keep us safe today as we work hard today. Amen."
As soon as he says "Amen," the five farmhands quickly dig into the food. I didn't realize how hungry they were. Papa has five farmhands who work for him; Matt, Mark, John, Peter, and Paul. They are the ones who get paid to work on their farm, and they live with them as well. I will help them too, but it's nothing new. I've got to be honest; my Papa's farm has been my escape since I came out. He never seemed to mind my presence. Papa was the one who taught me how to do everything; it wasn't that my dad didn't care, he was busy working, but he always made time for me until I came out.
I wait my turn for getting my plate for breakfast, but a plate loaded with food is slid to me. I look up and my Granny smiles at me. "You've got to eat well this morning if you're going to work with your Papa. You know how bad he is."
"You better be careful, Patty," says Papa with a smile.
I enjoy the breakfast this morning. Everything is delicious; there was no doubt. We didn't have much time to enjoy the breakfast. Papa wanted everyone outside quick to start the day. We finish our breakfast and grab our hats; we can't work outside without our hats. It's going to be hot today.
Everyone gets up and the farmhands grab some more biscuits while leaving the house. Papa gives Granny and kiss and leaves. Granny gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Don't work too hard. Remember to take some breaks."
"Yes ma'am," I say.
I walk outside, and the farmhands are fighting over who is going to ride in the cab along with my Papa, except for John. John is the longest working farmhand, and he's the oldest; he's in his thirties, but he's very mature for his thirties.
"That's enough boys," says Papa. "Luke will ride in the front."
"Why Luke?" asks Peter.
"The good books says, `The first shall be last and the last shall be first.' Since he was the last one out of the house, I think he should ride inside."
I don't know what he's talking about. I don't want to ride in the front. I like the back anyway. "That's okay, Papa. Let John ride in the front. I would whether sit in the back."
"As you wish," says Papa.
I jump in the back of the bed with the other four farmhands. I didn't do it to win their favor; I did because Papa preaches a lot in the cab, and I didn't want to hear it. The farmhands just stared at me and kept their distance. They all knew I was gay, and I guess they thought it was contagious.
Papa drove us to the barn which is half a mile away from the house. We all jump out of the truck ready for our responsibilities for the day.
The barn is where he keeps all of his equipment. It's not secured, but my Papa always believed if someone needed that bad, then they deserve it. I think that mentality is bullshit, but who am I to argue with this man.
"John, I want you to take Matt, Mark, and Paul to bales loaded up," says Papa. "I would imagine it will take you most of the day."
"Yes sir," says John.
"I will take Peter and Luke to check on the garden," says Papa. "I'm not going to lose my corn this year."
Last year, Georgia had a serious drought. He lost half of his corn, which affected his finances and the community, so he is determined to keep every ear of corn this year.
"Papa, may I go with John?" I ask.
You don't argue with my Papa. When he gives orders, you follow them without questions, so I knew it was a risk. He didn't like his orders being questioned, but he did give in.
"Are you sure?" asks Papa.
"Yes sir," I say.
"Okay," he says. "You go with John, and I will take Paul." He feels his overalls for his phone. "John, do you have your phone?"
John feels his tight jeans. "I have it." It wasn't hard to see he had. The jeans are so tight; you can see the outline in his pocket.
John, Matt, Mark, and I walk to the flat bed truck we use to get the square hay bales. I jump on the back while Matt and Mark get inside the cab with John. Matt gets behind the wheel; he likes being in control, but John doesn't care. We start to the section where Papa has processed his hay, which is another half a mile from the barn. I sit there on the edge of the bed looking at my Papa, and he just stares at me. He doesn't look happy; I would imagine he's angry at me for questioning his orders, but I just didn't want to hear him preach to me about my homosexuality.
We finally arrive at the section where Papa planted his field of hay. I stood up and looked over the cab, and I couldn't believe the number of hay bales they processed. We always had a game growing up. Every time the train would ride by, we would try to count the number of cars, eventually, there were so many cars, and we just stopped. I tried counting the number of hay bales, but eventually I just stopped.
The farmhands get out of the cab. They look over the field and get prepared. John takes his cowboy hat off and places it on the bed of the truck. He pulls his shirt off. Oh my God! I didn't know how fit he really was. His chest was perfect. He had a six pack abs; he was smooth. My dick got hard just by staring at him. I mean damn! He throws his shirt back in the truck along with his phone. He takes his hat, but he notices me staring at him.
"Is everything okay, Luke?" asks John.
Oh shit, I think to myself. "Yeah," I say as I nod my head. I quickly turn away. This is going to be a long day. I imagined John to have warts all over his body or something which would make him unattractive for me, but he's hot from his head to his belly button.
Mark and Matt take their shirt off as well. I can tell working on the farm has shaped them up as well.
"We will all take turns driving an hour each," says John. "We will take ten minute breaks for water and rest. Matt, you take the first hour. Mark and I will begin to toss up the hay bales."
Everyone prepares for their responsibilities. I keep my shirt on. I have no desire to show off my body, and I have such fare skin, I would burn.
We spend the day doing our job. Each of us take our turn, but we were able to get everything loaded on the truck. The last thing we needed to do was to tie the hay bales down, so they wouldn't fall off the truck as we took them back to the barn.
Once we arrived at the barn, we started to unload the truck. Papa, Paul, and Peter arrived to help us unload. I decided to Matt and Mark unload the truck while I carried the bales to the barn. It didn't take long with us working together. As we worked, John and Papa discussed the farm and how things were going.
"How was the corn?" asks John.
"Everything seems to be okay," says Papa. "We need to keep checking on the bugs."
"I can work on the poison tonight if you would like," says John.
"If you don't mind, John," he says. "Let Luke help you with it. I want him to know how to prepare the stuff. You two can work on that tomorrow. I need to get the others to help me with the cattle for the sale."
We worked the rest of the day getting the hay bales in the barn. The only reason Papa wanted all the hay bales in today is because a bad storm was predicted to come through tomorrow. He didn't want the hay bales getting wet.
After we completed the hay bales, I overheard Papa asking John to check on the pecan trees around the lake. This is the only section of the farm the cattle and horses are not allowed to graze on. He asks John to fertilize the trees; they were hoping for a bumper crop this year.
I walked over to Papa and asks, "May I join him?"
"Don't you think you've worked hard enough today?" he asks me. "John can handle it, Luke. You need to go home and rest."
"I want to go," I tell him. "I would like to see how to do it."
"You already know how to do it," says Papa. I just look at him determined, and he gives in. "Okay, if you want too. I will clean up everything and take the others back to the house. There are some things I need them to do anyway."
I walk with John to the work truck Papa has. It's got equipment on the back of the truck used for spraying the trees.
"Do you want to drive?" asks John.
"Sure, if you want me to," I tell him. He throws me the keys, and we drive to the pecan grove.
The pecan grove is located behind their house. It's surrounded by its own fence to keep the animals and people away. There are a lot of problems with thief, and there is a lot of money with pecans.
I drive the truck trying not to stare at John's bare chest. The sweat just pours over his body. I look at him as the sweat runs down his nipples and abs. My cock has a mind of its own and gets hard.
"You did an excellent job at the championship," says John. "I was there, and you are a good pitcher."
"Thank you," I tell him. I didn't even know he was there. Papa and Granny came along with my mom and brother, but not my dad. I wished I could have pitched a no hitter, but there were a few who made contact, but in the end we won the game. "I didn't know you were there."
"I hid in the crow," says John. "Everyone in town was there. We were there to offer support to the team. I hope you're going to play ball in college."
"I'll play the first year," I tell him. "They've offered me a scholarship, so I'll see how I like it."
"Why didn't you go Wells College?" asks John. "It's just in town." Wells College is in the town closest to us. They've tried to get me to come and play ball with them, but it's just too close to home.
"I want to get out of here," I tell him.
"I'm going to miss you," says John.
We finally arrive at the pecan grove. The trees surround the lake. Papa wanted the trees to have plenty of water.
"Would you like to go swimming?" asks John.
"I didn't bring my suit," I tell him.
"I didn't either," says John. "I like to swim and cool off at the end of the day. Your grandfather knows this."
John gets out and places his cowboy hat on the antenna. He walks towards the lake and unbuttons his tight jeans sliding them off. He's wearing some white briefs over what looks like a nice round ass. He slides his briefs off showing his ass, and yes it is nice and round and smooth might I add. I bet it's pretty damn firm too, but I wouldn't unless I touched it. He dives into the lake. He comes back up wiping the water off his head. "Come on in Luke! It will do you some good!" I don't know. I don't want him to see my hard cock. I think I would just whether stay in the truck and jerk off. He yells at me again. "Get your ass in here! I don't want to swim alone!"
I get out of the truck and walk to the lake. I pull off my shirt and slide my jeans off, but leave my briefs off, but I'm sure he can see the bulge. I walk into the lake slowly; it's nice and cool and refreshing. I cover my body with the water. It feels good.
"This isn't bad," I tell him. John looks at me annoyed. He grabs me and throws me in the water. I didn't want my hair wet. "Why did you do that?"
"You need to learn how to relax, Luke," he says. He gets close to me. "I can't believe you wore your briefs. Now you have nothing to change into."
"I'll be okay," I tell him.
John just stares at me. We swim around the lake talking about nothing really important. Chit chat is not one of our gifts. We spent more time in silence than conversation.
After some time in the lake, we cooled off. It was getting late, and dinner should be ready at anytime, so we get out of the lake and drive off. John's naked body is so hot. The water just sits there over his body. I try not to stare at his cock, but I couldn't help it. I was still soft, but I think it's got some magic; I felt it forcing me to look at him.
We walk over to the truck, and John gives me his towel, but he had another one. We start to dry off.
"Your grandparents are so excited to have you here for the summer," says John.
"I don't think they had a choice," I tell him. "I was forced upon them."
"That's bullshit, Luke," he says. "They wanted to have you here. Your dad is an asshole. I'm sorry if he can't deal with the fact your gay, but your grandparents wanted you here."
I dry off. I didn't know they wanted me. I try to dry off my briefs, but John was right. They will need some time.
John places his clothes back on. He reaches inside the truck, and opens the glove compartment. He pulls out some dry briefs and hands them to me. "You go get dressed, and I will start on the trees."
I take the briefs and walk on the other side of the truck and get dressed. It doesn't take us long to finish the trees. Papa calls John's phone and tells him dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so we get back inside the truck and drive to the house.
Dinner was just as good and plentiful as breakfast. Granny always prepares an elaborate spread for dinner for those of us who choose to eat. Some of the farmhands may go to town.
"How did everything go today?" asks Granny.
"It was a good day's work," says Papa.
"Luke worked hard today, Mrs. Patty," says John.
"Good," she says. "He might need tomorrow off."
"There's no vacation time on my farm," says Papa.
I didn't want any time off. The work did me some good, and it's nothing new for me. We use to help Papa all the time until my dad started his own business.
I finish my plate and ask for permission to leave the table; it's what we do, and once they gave me permission, I decided to take a shower. I needed to get freshened up from the long day's work and from the lake.
I grab my shorts and tee shirt along with my towel. I take my clothes off and look at myself in the mirror. I'm fit. I have a decent looking body; I just don't feel comfortable showing it off.
I turn the water on to get it warm. I get the shower and let the warm water cover my body. I close my eyes and start to stroke my cock. I run my hand over my cock and feel it as it gets hard. My mind goes to John; I can't get him out of my mind's eye. He is so hot and sexy. I pretty damn close to kissing him in the lake, but I didn't. My fantasy has me kissing him and making love, and so I stroke my cock based on my fantasy. I wrap my hands around my cock and stroke. I slide my hand over my mushroom head. My cock when is full erect is seven and half, and my cock is thick. I slide my other hand over my balls and start to play with them. My heart start to pound harder thinking about John and wondering how good he would be in bed or even better, the barn. I slide my hand around to my ass. I slide my fingers between my cheeks feeling the warmth of the water over my hole. I slide my middle finger inside my hole. I try not to moan to loud. I cock begins to throb. I take my other hand and lean it as I begun to cum in the shower. I squeeze my balls to get every drop out. The sensation is just amazing. I stand there for a moment relaxing as my adrenaline calms down.
I clean up my mess and take everything to the laundry room. The farmhands are in their apartments resting for the evening. I find Granny sitting in the living room sewing.
"Where's Papa?" I ask.
"He's outside on the front porch talking to John and smoking," she answers. She will not let him smoke his cigars in the house.
I walk outside to find them sitting on the front porch together. They are discussing farm business and smoking cigars.
"Come here Luke," orders Papa. I walk towards him. He pulls out a cigar from his shirt pocket and hands it to me. "Here you go. This is for you."
I look at him funny. "I don't smoke, Papa."
"You've done a man's work, Luke," says Papa. "You are a man. It's time for you be treated like a man. John and I smoke after working."
"I'm not old enough," I tell him.
"You are old enough to vote," he says. "You're old enough to die for this country. You're old enough to smoke on my farm."
I take the cigar, and John lights it. After the first puff, I start to cough. I'm not use to smoking, but after a while, it's no problem. I sit down and listen to them discuss the schedule for tomorrow.
This is how my summer goes. I work. I find time to play. I get to be treated like a man from my Papa.
I finish my cigar when John tells my Papa he needs to take the truck we used for the pecan trees back to the barn. I told him I would take care of it. The evening was about to be upon us, and I wanted some private time.
Once I returned to the barn, I started to clean everything out. I made sure the truck was vacuumed out. Papa cannot stand a dirty truck or equipment. We are expected to wash everything down once we're done.
I take the truck key and place back on the hook in his office. He never locks the door. He's more generous than I am. There have been times where people from the community who needs his equipment will just walk up there to the barn and take it. The only expectation is to return the equipment like you find it or you can never use it again, and he always knows who's used it.
I walk through the barn and sit on a bale looking up at the stars. It's a beautiful night, but I wasn't expecting my Papa to show up.
"How was your swim?" asks Papa.
He startled me. "It was fine. It was refreshing." I stand up as he approaches. "What can I do for you?"
"Have a seat Luke," he says. "I just decided to go for a walk. My doctor told me to walk everyday to get some exercise for my heart." I sit back down nervous over his presence. I don't really know what to say. "John told me you worked hard today."
"I appreciate it," I tell him. "It's nothing I'm not use too."
"I know," he says. "Your grandmother and I are glad you're here. You treat this place like it's your home."
"Thank you," I tell him. I don't want to say too much.
"I heard from your dad today," he says. "They made it okay. They send their greetings."
"Thank you," I tell him.
We just sit there together looking at the stars. There are no clouds tonight. There is nothing to obstruct our view of the stars. I just look up wondering how far I could run away from home, which is no longer a place of refuge for me. I do consider the farm my sanctuary. I may not be able to leave the planet, but I can come here and be alone and find peace. Papa doesn't preach to me, which surprises me. He always takes an opportunity to preach to people, but he doesn't. He just places his arm around me, and we look at the stars, and there's no other place to stargaze than on the family farm.