The Farmers Boy (2)
#2 of The Farmers Boy
Here is the second chapter of The Farmers Boy, I hope that you all enjoy the chapter, as always any comments, faves and votes are all welcome and very much appreciated.
I pull my phone, a pen and a piece of paper from my pocket, in silence, I write down my phone number and slip it along the bar top to my right, there is a slight chuckle from Mike as he looks at the slip of paper.
"Oh my god, how original, the old_Here's my phone number_ approach, okay I'll play along, have you got another piece of paper?"
A smile breaks out onto my muzzle as I reach into my back pocket in search of another piece of paper, finding none I take a napkin from the top of the bar and slip it towards Mike.
"Great, now can I trouble you for a loan of your pen please?"
My smile grows wider as I lie the pen onto the counter and slide it towards Mike's left paw, he then takes the pen and begins to write his number on the napkin, he then giggles a little and stops.
"Or of course we could just take each other's phone and put our numbers in that way"
Great, rookie mistake number one, but Mike seems to be cool with it as he slides his phone across to me, I then return the gesture by sliding my phone across to him, we both instruct each other on how to unlock the respective phones and then set about the task of entering our numbers.
With the numbers stored successfully, we slide our phones back and pocket them once again, I then put my pen back in my jackets inside pocket, I then bring the nights meeting to a general close.
"Well Mike, I have a farm to take care of in the morning so I'm gonna grab some sleep, but we have each other's number so text me or call me anytime, I'm going to make no secret of the fact that I would love to meet up with you again and who knows maybe take things further, so maybe we can meet up here again one of the nights?"
Mike's tail begins a fairly fast wag as he replies.
"You haven't done this in quite a while have you?"
I lower my head in defeat, that is until Mike speaks again.
"Relax Tristan, I would love to meet up with you again, I'll text you in the week to set something up."
My tail goes into hyper-wag and I damn near fall from the stool. I manage to retain my composure as I stand from the stool and before I leave my place at the bar I get an eyeful of Mike's beautiful jean-clad ass, his shirt has ridden up at the back a little and I can see just the slightest of hints of butt crack. I know that if I stay any longer I am going to have a major boner, so I say my goodnights and head out of the club and towards my truck.
As I drive back to the farm my thoughts stray to the good looking Dalmatian that I had met that night and the inevitable begins to happen, a grade-A boner no less, Damn, now I gotta take care of that before bed.
I pull into the driveway and the security light switches on, I continue my journey up the driveway until I get to my usual parking space, by the time I am out of the truck I have a full-blown throbbing weapon of mass destruction. I fumble for the keys to the door and eventually gain access to the inside of the farmhouse.
I don't bother with finding the light switch because I know that there is a downstairs bathroom just off the kitchen, I make it to the bathroom and quickly lower my trousers and underwear, with that task done I take no time in taking myself in paw, otherwise known as the card game Five Knuckle Shuffle.
After ten minutes my Rottie pride has been satisfied and my underwear and trousers are back where they should be. I enter the kitchen and this time I do switch on the light, I head over to the huge AGA stove and pick up the kettle, I fill it with water and then lower back onto the stove and light the gas ring to make myself a mug of hot chocolate before I turn in for the night.
With my drink made I head to a seat at the table and sit down to drink my hot chocolate while thinking of everything that I need to do on the farm in the morning, or deliveries that I need to make, hell anything to stop me from thinking of that black and white spotted hunk.
About halfway down my mug of chocolate and I'm doing well, I haven't thought about Mike at all, then it all comes crashing down as I receive a text message from him.
"Hey Tristan, hope you got home ok and without too many issues, I hope that you liked what you saw of my butt because play your cards right you could be getting more of it, anyway, sleep well and I will text you next week"
Oh crap, sleep well, he has got to be kidding, I ain't going to get any sleep now...tomorrow is going to be a bitch!
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6 am Saturday and a bleary-eyed Rottweiler stands at the kitchen countertop waiting for his toaster to hurry up and toast the damn bread for christ sake. The toast is finally ready and I sit at the table and tiredly munch through my breakfast, my phone is sat on the table next to my right forepaw, Do I text him or call him...at this time no he will hate me for waking him, even though the bastard has kept me up all night, sorry, that should be sexy assed bastard.
I finish my breakfast and wash up the things that I had used and then with a groan I make my way out to the farm to begin my days' work. I unlock the door to the tractor and climb into the cab, I put the key in the ignition and turn it...nothing, for the love of all that is holy, I sit in the seat for a few moments in silence until one of the farm shop workers, a huge bull by the name of Steve, arrives to get things ready to open the shop, he can see me silently sat in the seat of the tractor.
"Boss, if you don't mind me sayin' you're looking a bit outta sorts"
Bless Steve for being the master at stating the bleeding obvious, I resist the temptation to rip him a new asshole, after all, it isn't his fault that I have had zero fucking sleep, I climb down from the tractor cab and make my reply.
"Yeah, went out last night on a school night no less, and well let's just say that something happened to mean I got no sleep and now the bloody tractor won't play ball"
Steve chuckles a little and grabs the keys of the tractor from my paw, he climbs aboard and fiddles about with something and gets the damn thing started first crack of the key, which only serves to antagonise me further.
The Bull clambers down from the cab and then pats me on the shoulder.
"Helps if you switch the immobiliser off first"
I sigh a deep routed sigh but thank Steve for getting the tractor running again, I then climb back into the cab and begin my days' work.
At 12:30 pm I decide to head back to the farmhouse to make myself some lunch, just a simple cheese sandwich for me with a can of soda from the fridge. While I sit at the table enjoying my lunch I get another text from Mike.
"Hey there Tristan, I hope that you are doing ok? I'm kind of at a loose end at the moment and I was wondering if I could visit you at the farm please?"
I take another bite of my sandwich while I think about what needs to be done around the farm after lunch, and deciding that it is nothing that can't be put off until the morning I send my reply.
"That's fine by me Mike, I got nothing to do this afternoon that can't be put off till tomorrow, and I can give you the guided tour of the farm if you're up for it?"
I add the address of the farm to the end of the text and then click send, it looks like today could be a good day after all.