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Sitting on the edge of his chair at the kitchen table, Ned's right leg was bouncing rapidly and as he leaned over the table his muscular arms encircled the bowl of Cheerios he was spooning into himself while he gazed blankly at the sports page. Baseball season was in its early days and he liked seeing photos of the players in their tight pants more than he liked the game. With just a few minutes available for breakfast he managed a farm boy trick: He was able to peel a hardboiled egg while sipping his coffee as his eyes roamed over ballplayers’ bodies. Ned's father was sleeping in a bedroom adjoining the kitchen and could be heard breathing in that strained and weak way so common to those afflicted with emphysema. He'd had too many years of breathing the dust of the grain barn and now at only 60 he was nearly disabled by the disease. Work. Farm work. Farm work needs lots of labor and Ned's well-muscled just-turned-eighteen body was proof that a farm can build up a body as well as destroy it. He was proud of what he saw in the mirror and he even got a pair of bib overalls to show it off. The idea came to him from seeing an ad in a magazine showing a gorgeous guy wearing very loose overalls with nothing on underneath. Sure, it was an ad agency put-on, but Ned was a real farmboy and felt he had first rights to that hot look. When he wore his overalls his body became an underwear-free zone. His mother came in from the henhouse with some eggs and after she peeked in on her husband she came over to Ned and asked if he was going to till the forty acres they rented from the Soldertons. Gonna plant it in soy bean. With a "yes, Maam" from Ned she gave him a motherly massage of his broad shoulders, grateful that the last of her five boys was still at home to help out. She and her husband expected that Ned, too, would leave farming and then they'd just have to sell the farm. Ned was soon outside in the warm Ohio sun gazing up the tractor before hooking it up to the tiller. He had just swung himself into the tractor's saddle seat when his father appeared and signaled him to turn off the engine. "Hey Dad, what's up?" "I think I have some good news for you--tell me what you think. I found out from Fred that Lester is looking for summer work before he goes off to Ohio State in the Fall. I thought he'd be a great help to you and--it's up to you--he can give us three days a week throughout the season.” "Great! I could have used him a month ago!" "I know, we've been just getting by and damn near killing ourselves working this land without regular help." "So when does he begin?" "Look, you two both graduated from Franklin High together, so to my way of thinking you're the one to set that up." "OK, will do." What Ned's Dad didn't know was that Les Hammond had been the "apple of his eye" through all their years together at school. Ned had the hots for Les, but in Ohio gay guys are of necessity straight-acting because there is a big chance of being beaten to a pulp by "fag" haters. So, Ned just looked and sighed at a distance, never daring to test the waters with Les. It would have surprised Ned to know that everyone--well nearly everyone who knew him--knew that he was gay, including his parents. But nobody said a word because he put on the straight act so flawlessly. His father was especially warm towards his only gay son. This kid was his joy and he was not upset by the reality this presented. He understood that his gay son would some day engage in what many people call "unnatural acts", but didn't see it that way. As a farmer he had a large tolerance for what exists in nature, seeing things as being mostly natural. For him the only thing in this natural world that is truly unnatural is fear that is twisted into hate. Hate, for him is the only real unnatural act. Ned didn't waste any time calling Les. And, when he called him, he learned that everybody agreed that the easiest thing to do would be for Les to stay at the O'Brian farm for the three days of each week he worked there. He would be sharing Ned's room--"Is this OK by you?" he asked over the phone to Ned. Ned just coolly said, "No problem" and he grabbed his balls. No problem! Likewise, Les heard the words with a very definite heart thump of relief. Yes! Les arrived early the next morning, pulling up to the O'Brian farmhouse in his fixer-upper Jeep, which he had painted in an odd-for-a-Jeep burnt orange. Ned was expecting him and when he heard the Jeep he tried to hide his anxious over-interest by scarcely looking up from the paper, just noting matter-of-factly to his Mom what was obvious, "Lester's here." He took another sip of coffee and said, "I guess I'll give him a hand." There was a lot going on in his head, a lot of playing and strangely enough he managed to give himself credit for acting grown-up, for stepping into a new role. His masculine act in the kitchen in front of his Mom was a little bit shaken by actually seeing Les pulling his stuff out of the Jeep. He was especially thrown by the fact that Les was wearing bib overalls too, but his style with them was to just let the straps hang down at his side. And since the overalls were oversize they just barely hung on his hips, a very sexy farmhand here. Stripped-down overalls, torn white tee shirt and baseball cap formed around his playful eyes. But the straight act was still pretty much in place. Both of them making like this was just a job. It was a job and there was work to do that neither one of them had ever done on their own before, but there was something emanating from each of them that was setting up the need for a serious and mutual acknowledgement of their longing for one another. Part I To be continued....