The Last of The Summer Sun - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Had I taken him up wrong? Was he joking like he often did? If he was, then why did he seem so serious? Why, too, did he get so defensive when I asked him to repeat it? Could it be, that the young man who had spent the entire summer purposely being a dick, was actually hitting on me? The idea of it was absurd, but was it impossible? The next morning made me think so.

“I want the foundations dug today” Dave said, drinking a coffee and having a cigarette at the back door, just like he always did in the morning. “It’s set to be a scorcher, so best you two boys get on it early”.

I shovelled scrambled egg into my mouth as Teddy quietly ate toast. He’d never been much of a morning person, but he’d hardly said a word since he’d gotten up.

“You hear me, boy?” David called back, eyeing his son. Teddy nodded, but remained silent.

I wanted to straight up ask him, but there was no way that I’d risk such behaviour in front of David. Although I didn’t know the guy all too well, something about him made me think that finding out his son was anything less than a pure, straight, Christian boy, would have sent him into a rage, and so I waited.

I couldn’t help but steal glances at him. I’d always known that he was a good looking guy, but ever since yesterday, something had changed. Had he become better looking? As I studied his chiselled, yet soft face and his messy hair which was still stuck up from his pillow, I decided that he was just the same old Teddy that I’d known for months, and when David strolled off to the farm, I took the opportunity to pop the question.

“About yesterday” I said, draining my own coffee, but before the words had even reached his ears, Teddy shoved his chair back and stormed out. “Teddy, wait!” I called after him, but he ignored me completely and disappeared. “Fuck!” I spat, and took both of our plates to the sink.

Had he any idea that if he just spat it out that I’d happily explain how mutual the feeling was? Or was it really too good to be true? Maybe I had taken him up wrong, and so I decided to keep my mouth shut and get on with life for a few more days until I went home.

“God damn it!” He snapped, and threw his shovel onto the dirt. He’d been irritable all day, and truthfully, it was beginning to piss me off.

“What’s wrong now?” I asked, and he turned his hand around to show me absolutely nothing.

“I got a fucking splinter” he growled, searching for it with his fingers.

“That’s why your old man told us to wear gloves, dipshit”.

“Gloves are for pussies” he mumbled, still searching.

“Pussies with no splinters” I grinned, and he shot me a furious look.

“Can you shut up and help me with this?”

I dropped my own shovel and wiped sweat from my forehead. It was hotter than it had been all summer, and I was becoming more and more exhausted by the second.

“Let me see” I said, and yanked his hand toward me. He looked away instantly. “You’re not scared of a fucking splinter, are you?” I laughed.

“I’m not scared of nothin’!” He spat back, yet he continued to squirm as I grinned.

“You are scared”.

“I’m not scared, now just take the damn thing out!”

I continued laughing to myself as I spotted the tiny splinter in his palm and managed to pinch it from his skin. He pulled his hand back and the two of us stared at each other.

“You’re welcome” I said sarcastically, and he made a face that was rather cute.

“It ain’t like you did brain surgery, is it?”

“You’d have to have a brain in order for me to do surgery on it” I replied, quite proud of myself for the comeback.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

“Oh yeah” I nodded, “and you’re a delight”.

We continued to stare. It wasn’t like our usual stand offs, which always ended with some harsh insults and one or both of us storming away, this one was different.

“It’s warm out, huh?”

“Are you only just noticing?” I asked, eyeing his sweaty dungarees.

“Heat don’t bother me like it bothers you city boys” he smirked.

“Doesn’t bother me, either” I lied.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep”.

“Then go stand in the glasshouse”.

“What?”

“You heard me” he grinned, “if heat don’t bother you, then go stand in the glasshouse for five minutes”.

“Fine” I replied, puffing out my chest, “but if it doesn’t bother you, then come with me”.

“Fine”.

“Fine”.

Out of sheer pride, the two of us ditched our shovels and marched toward the solitary greenhouse which looked more like a large, glass oven than anything else. The idea of even being near the thing was making me feel nauseas, but we were far too competitive to let that stand in our way.

“If you pass out I’m leavin’ you here” he said, pulling open the door until a powerful wave of complete dead heat poured over both of us.

“Holy shit” I groaned, feeling the humidity stick to my flesh.

“What’s wrong?” He teased, “scared?”

“What, like you with a splinter? No chance”.

I walked inside and felt my stomach churn. It felt like a sauna which had been left on for years, and the heavy jeans did little to help. Teddy closed the door behind him and followed me in, and the two of us stood in the middle, staring once again.

“You’re sweating” he said, pointing at me, but I didn’t need him to point it out, I could feel beads of the stuff rolling down my face.

“So are you”.

“Not as much as you”.

Every breath filled my lungs with heat, and the longer we stood there, the warmer it became.

“It’s pretty hot” I growled, desperately trying to keep it together.

“Nah” he replied, but I could see the discomfort in his face. “I could do this all day”.

“Me too”.

“Good”.

“Good”.

I knew that I only had a minute or two left in the tank before calling it, but I was determined to beat him. I eyed him, he eyed me, and just as we both reached boiling point, we made a dash for the door in unison.

The summer air hit us both as we jumped out of the glasshouse, breathless and sweaty, and before either of us had a chance to gloat, Teddy had pulled his dungarees down, and stood before me half naked.

“That feels good” he breathed, “you should try it”.

I was a rather modest guy, but I couldn’t deny that my clothes were no longer suitable for the intense weather. Without thinking about it, I stripped down to my underwear, safe in the knowledge that David would be having his afternoon nap, and the rest of the workers were over the other side of the farm.

“Are you wearing tighty whities?” I scoffed, feeling the sun prickle against my back.

“Keeps my junk in place” he nodded.

“Looks like you could use a paper clip for that”.

“Oh yeah?” He scoffed, “doesn’t look like you can say much”.

We both stared at each other’s groins. It should have felt weird, but it didn’t.

“Bigger than yours, I bet”

“No way” he said, shaking sweat from his blond hair, “I saw you shower once, you’ve got a pin dick”.

“Fuck you” I replied, “and why were you watching me shower, you pervert?”

“I wasn’t watching” he growled.

“Yeah, right”.

I would have said anything to keep the conversation going. Seeing him in his underwear, even if they were tighty whities from the eighties, was the best scenery I’d had all summer. Truthfully, there was nothing small about Teddy’s package at all, but I was enjoying teasing him.

“If it’s so big” I said, “show me”.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t seem overly shocked.

“Only if you show yours” he replied, and I felt like a stupid schoolboy as I laughed.

“Fine” I shrugged, “on the count of three”.

We both reached for the waistband of our underwear and continued to watch each other as Teddy started the count.

“Three”.

Was he really going to do it?

“Two”.

Was I really going to do it?”

“One”.

In a moment of madness, I pulled the front of my boxer briefs down and allowed my soft cock to flop out. As soon as it happened, I realised that I’d been played, and as Teddy doubled over with laughter, and my face became even redder, we heard David’s loud, booming voice from afar.

“We better get back and finish that foundation, huh, pin dick?” Teddy cackled, still barely able to get his breath as he pulled back on his dungarees and left me with my humiliation.

“You fucking asshole” I smiled to myself, because I was determined to return the favour.