It was planting season again in our neighborhood. During this season, many field owners hire laborers to weed, till, plant and do other work in the fields. Working as a laborer in the fields is always my main source of income during this season. The job can be available for 2 to 3 months because the field owners don't prepare their fields at the same time. Some are ahead and some are behind. We spend three days to a week in a field and then move on to the next field.
On my first day in a field, a guy caught my attention while we were weeding. I approached him at lunch to get to know him. That was the start of our acquaintance. He was friendly to anyone as long as he was comfortable with them. Unlike other straight men who distance themselves from gays, he didn’t as we got to know each other more. Maybe because I'm not effeminate in my style. As days went by, we sometimes hung out at the nearest bar on Fridays after work. Our neighborhood is in the countryside with lakes and rivers. We sometimes spent time in those places on our days off.
He left when planting season had finished. He came back during the harvesting season so we were together again. I was comfortable with him. Sometimes, I flirt with him slightly with a smile. He was fine with it and just laughed it off. One day, when we were at the river and he took off his t-shirt, I said, "You’ve got a nice body. I’m just over here admiring it." He replied, "You're welcome to enjoy the view." with a smile.
There were times when I invited him to sleep in my room after we came back from the bar and he was fine with it. One Saturday morning, after we had breakfast, I started flirting with him again just for fun. As usual, he responded in a friendly way and we were both laughing. As our conversation went on, I asked him if I could touch his chest. He was okay with me placing my hand on his chest. For him, those flirty moments were just for fun but for me, I wanted more than just those flirty moments with him. On that day, I kept flirting with him and we were both laughing until he said, "You can see more than my chest and abs." I was excited when he said this. He allowed me to pull down his pants and removed everything. He let me hold his rod, much like the way I hold cucumbers or eggplants when harvesting. He was satisfied. I also enjoyed. After our moment, he said with a smile, "Just this, no commitment." I was fairly okay with it. Since then, we’ve done it often.
Harvesting season had already finished. The season to work in the fields in our neighborhood had ended. It was time for him to leave to look for work in another place while I stayed in our neighborhood, hoping to find field or business owners who needed laborers. I'm sad because he is leaving. There was no commitment but I was happy for the moments we shared. I was happy because I met a straight man who was fine being with a gay man even though there was no commitment. No romantic relationship, just desire and most importantly, friendship. Before he left, he went to my room to say a memorable goodbye. He also said, "I'll come back here in the next planting season."
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