Halstock

Then William's annoyance turned to a sneer and he said, probably to piss me off, "Okay, then, Rob. I guess, if you insist..."

Rob nodded eagerly and William unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt and hitched it up a little. His stomach had a fine fuzz of red hair on it which looked slightly lighter than the hair on his head.

He undid his belt and the top button of his jeans. Then he looked up at Rob and asked, "Are you sure this won't freak you out..?"

Rob laughed, "Come on, mate. We've got to set up the thresher before dark. Get on with it..!"

William turned his back on us and fumbled around inside his jeans. He muttered, "Sorry, I'm just checking which pants I'm wearing... oh shit..."

Rob was insistent, "Come on... we don't care about those... just get your bush out..." He laughed, "Jesus! I never thought I'd be saying that to another guy...!"

He looked at me but I didn't smile.

William tucked his underpants down into the confines of his jeans. He said, "Those ones aren't for public view... a Christmas present from my mother..."

Then he turned back to face us, the top three buttons of jeans undone, and showed us the sprouting hair which crowned his pubes. The short tight curls of his bush were so orange they almost looked unnatural. The base of his cock and the tops of his balls were just slightly visible, but other than that it was all twisting red hair.

He laughed, "Cool, huh?"

Rob was agog. He said, "Jesus... I can't believe how red it is... do you dye the hair on your head?"

William shrugged. "No."

Rob reached out and stroked his fingers through William's pubic bush, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. He muttered, casually, "I guess your head hair must fade more 'cause it gets more light on it. It's not as bright... this stuff's as orange as carrots..."

William smiled. "Yeah... not so much carrot top as carrot cock!"

Rob laughed and looked up at me. "Hey, have a feel of it, Ollie? It's so surreal..."

I shook my head. "No thanks, mate. I can cope with cows' arses, but this is going too far..."

William glared again.

Then Rob's hand jerked and yanked William's fly open. It was supposed to look accidental but it wasn't even vaguely convincing. The fact Rob said, "Sorry, mate... oh shit..." at exactly the same time that he did it, like it had been planned, didn't exactly help the illusion.

William's cock flopped out through his fly, looking heavy and swollen even though it was clearly predominantly limp. He called out, "Whoa..." and quickly pushed it back in through his fly.

Rob apologised again, saying, "Hey, sorry, mate... my hand just kind of twitched..." and William's face went as red as his pubic hair.

He buttoned himself up quickly, looking at the floor with embarrassment, but he said, "It's okay... don't worry about it..."

Then Rob said, "It's not like you've anything to hide though... that was a hell of a cock, mate..."

At that William stared up at his face. I'd have done the same after a comment like that, but on my face the expression would have been horror. On William's it was delight.

Rob smiled and nodded. "Yeah... I mean, not like I've seen too many..."

William laughed. "Well... er... thanks..."

Then Rob said, much more quietly but I still heard it, "Maybe you shouldn't have put it away so quickly..."

And I thought, "Oh shit. You've got a bit of thing going for young William, haven't you, Mr Blakely?"

The next thing that happened at Halstock took place a couple of days later.

I'd been given the enviable task of replacing the filters on the silage tank while the two of them got stuck into some heavy giggling and whispering in the barn. The story was that Rob was trying to fix some of the slats on the barn wall to stop rats getting in, but it didn't look like very much in the way of work was going on.

To be honest, I was pleased of being left on my own as it meant I didn't have to listen to the two of them talking crap to each other.

Problems started, though, when I accidentally unscrewed the wrong cap on the outlet of the silage tank. Filth started spraying everywhere, including over me, and I called out in panic for some help from Rob. He rushed in and, on receiving a good blast of muck over himself, commanded William to help me stem the spray of bilge from the outlet of the tank while he tried to re-attach the cap.

After a few minutes, during which the three of us became caked in pig manure to depth of several centimeters, the cap had been reattached and the spray subsided.

It pissed me off that Rob tried to pin the whole thing onto me. His instant response was to get angry and to try and blame me.

I reminded him, "Look, mate. I've no training in this and you know that. You should have been with me, telling me what to do... not with him..."

I emphasized the 'him' and we both knew why.

That shut Rob up for a few seconds.

William threw me a dark, ominous look.

Then Rob said, more brightly, "Okay, guys. No worries. We'll just get cleaned up and forget it..."

We walked over to the farmhouse - well, it was more like an ungainly, shivering waddle in our freezing cold shit-soaked clothes - and stripped off as quickly as we could in the back yard. Rob's wife nodded wearily as we filed through her kitchen in our underwear, our faces, hair and hands brown and stinking. She said she'd sort out some clean, dry jeans and shirts for William and I to go home in.

We piled into the bathroom and Rob took a bottle of antiseptic from the cabinet. He soaked some cotton wool with it and passed it to William, making soothing comments as the younger man cleaned around his eyes and nostrils. I didn't really appreciate the fact that he sorted William out first, even though I'd bore the brunt of the outflow, while I just stood there in my paisley boxers feeling like a gooseberry.

Then he passed me the antiseptic and switched on the shower to warm up. The cold room rapidly filled up with steam. 

When William had finished cleaning his most vulnerable areas, Rob gestured for him to get in the shower. "Okay, mate, you take shower while we sort ourselves out."

William pulled his briefs off and got under the pouring water.

Rob was - quite literally - transfixed by the sight of William standing naked in the shower. He stared intently as the teenager washed the silage out of his hair and lathered shower gel into his arm pits, chest and around his cock.

I passed Rob the antiseptic but he just held it in front of him at an odd angle, unaware that the contents were almost spilling onto the floor. His mouth was open like he was mesmerized.

William looked over at him and smiled, perhaps a little self-consciously.

Rob seemed to come to his senses a little by the look William had thrown him and he quickly righted the bottle of antiseptic before anything was spilled. He said, as if to excuse his initial reaction, "I can't believe you said you haven't got a girlfriend, mate... it all looks pretty top-notch to me..."

William smiled broadly. "Well, you know what girls are like... they have some pretty narrow-minded ideas about how guys should look... they're not as easily pleased as you obviously are..."

Rob laughed. "Just 'cause I work around cows all day, doesn't mean I'm easily pleased... I just appreciate a nice body... whether it's on a guy or a girl..."

William's face flushed a little. He was a little too awkward to accept compliments easily.

Rob continued, "I mean, don't think I'm being weird. I just don't think it's wrong for one guy to say that another guy has a nice body..."

William smiled again and said, "No, I don't think that." Then he turned his back to us and rinsed his chest and crotch under the spray of water. His arse was fairly squat but the cheeks were round and firm.

Rob stared at it. His thoughts were reflected in the increasing size of the front of his plain white briefs. The mound in them, which had from the outset been quite impressive, began to swell further and the outline of his thickening cock became more clearly discernible inside them.

He turned to me and said, "You don't think that's weird, do you, Ollie... one guy saying another guy has a nice body?"

I smiled. "Of course not. William has a nice body. And a nice arse. It's just not having the same effect on me as it's having on you..."

He looked puzzled and I glanced down at his steadily-developing bulge.

I expected embarrassment but instead he grinned broadly. He laughed, "That's even more natural. If you find something attractive, you get aroused. You can't knock that..."

I shrugged. "I'm not knocking it. Just pointing it out."