Team Manager 2: SPRINT!
Chapter 30
AFTER TESTING DENNIS on the equipment, Randy turned him loose in the hayfield to mow. Since hay wasn’t a primary crop for Randy, his mower was a small older model, and he figured it would take all week for Dennis to mow the 250 acres. Randy would be busy all that time and more, cultivating the thousand acres of corn. Rains after planting had packed the soil and now the early corn was high enough to cultivate without covering the plants.
Dennis was thrilled to be out in a field on his own, driving the tractor and mowing hay. He kept his goggles and mask on as the mowing raised the residue of the hay and was almost as bad as the dust in the corncrib had been. Dennis was happy about the work he’d done there. Randy estimated they’d salvaged well over 1,000 board feet of salable lumber and had put up an advertisement on Craigslist and other sale boards. He’d had a dozen calls over the weekend!
Dennis was also thankful for the hat he’d bought on a whim. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the day got hotter. Soon, he’d taken off his work shirt and drove in just his T-shirt and bibs. By noon, he could predict the T-shirt would go soon. As he turned to make another pass the length of the field, he saw movement at the edge of the field. It was still too far away to tell what it was, but gradually, he could see a small vehicle and three people. At 300 feet away, Dennis began to get excited. It wasn’t so much that Lana and her two sibs were waiting for him, but that he’d recognized them from the length of a football field. He carefully shut down the mower and tractor, then dismounted from the open seat. He mopped his face with his bandana as he approached them.
“Lunchtime, worker boy,” Lana shouted. “You look so much like a… a farmer in your overalls and straw hat!” The kids all laughed. Dennis plopped down where they’d spread a blanket and had a picnic set out.
“Wow! I can hardly believe it’s lunchtime already. I completely forgot to pack something this morning.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. Mom took lunch out to Dad and we came to join you,” Lana said. He glanced at the ATV they’d arrived on.
“Is it legal to drive that over here?” he asked.
“Yeah. The whole farm would be shut down if we couldn’t get from field to field. Even I can drive this on the roads. Technically, Nils shouldn’t drive it for another year, but he does anyway,” she said. She handed him an egg salad sandwich and a Dr Pepper. “You need sunblock before you head back out on the tractor. Mom told me to make sure you used some.”
“I didn’t even think of that when I took my work shirt off. I was planning to get rid of the T-shirt, too. I could have been fried to a crisp.”
“Mom took sunblock to Dad, too. You’d both have been burned. You need it in the fields, even when it’s cloudy.”
Dennis accepted the bottle of sunblock and started smearing it on his arms and face. Then he paused long enough to unfasten his bibs and pull off his T-shirt. He started coating himself again.
“Here. Let me,” Lana said. “You’ll never reach your back.” She took the bottle and began rubbing the block into his back and neck. Dennis’s heart rate sped up. He had to remind himself this was Lana and not one of his girlfriends. Regular girlfriends. She was doing a very thorough job of applying the sunblock. She moved around to his front and made sure his face and ears were covered, then started down his neck and onto his chest. He could see her shoulders rising and falling as her breathing also got deeper. “Here! You can get the rest!” she almost shouted as she reached his abs. She handed him the bottle and quickly went to supervise Nils and Sofia in cleaning up the picnic.
Dennis refastened the straps on his overalls and stuffed the T-shirt and sunblock in his carry pack attached to the tractor seat.
“Thank you for bringing lunch. And sunblock,” he said hurriedly. “I need to get back to work now, though. I’ll see you later.” He climbed up on the tractor.
“I’ll be back at 4:30 to help get the tractor covered and take you back to the house,” Lana said as he started the tractor. He waved and swung the tractor around to head back up the field.
One thing about being alone for four hours with no one to talk to and only the tractor for company was that it gave Dennis plenty of time to just think. He’d spent the morning thinking about his girlfriends. He spent the afternoon thinking about Lana. Even as sweat trickled down his back, he could remember the touch of her hands as she smoothed the sunblock on his skin.
If things had been different. If his dad hadn’t lost the farm, Dennis would have been riding the school bus with Lana for the past ten years. Their families would have been closer, sharing games on Friday night and going to church together on Sunday morning. He and Lana would have grown up together. Maybe they’d have played together. Maybe…
The tractor had already been fueled in the morning and Dennis went straight to work. He did remember to put sunblock on his arms when he removed his outer work shirt. Lana and her sibs showed up again for lunch and she applied sunblock to his back and then continued around to the front. She quickly swept across his abs to his beltline and then practically ran from the field to take the kids back to the house. Dennis mounted up and worked for the rest of the afternoon before she showed up to take him back to the farm.
The same was repeated on Wednesday, only Lana did not seem to rush as fast when it came to touching his chest and abs. When she was finished applying the sunblock, both teens were panting a bit. Dennis found himself thinking about Lana a lot.
“Okay. You should have no difficulty at the doctor’s office this morning,” Dot said. “Brenda, it’s so nice of you to volunteer to take Dennis to his appointment.”
“When the seniors made their gift, they specified transportation as needed,” she said. “I’m happy to be needed.”
Dot and Peg headed to work and Dennis got in Brenda’s car for the trip to Dr. Sachs’ office.
“Look! There’s two buckskins and a chestnut out there,” he said excitedly.
“What? Oh. Wow! I never even thought about getting excited about that kind of thing. Well, I mean not since I was like two and pointed out every cow and animal we passed,” Brenda said.
“I never saw them when I was two. I can’t wait to get the other eye done,” he said. Then he snorted, shaking his head. “It’s dumb.”
“No, it isn’t dumb, Dennis. It’s refreshing. It reminds of all the things I shouldn’t just take for granted in my life,” Brenda said, reaching for his hand.
“Um… I didn’t mean that, exactly. I don’t mind when someone is surprised that I’m amazed by things. Like I recognized Lana the other day when I was at least a football field away from her.”
“That’s great!”
“Yeah. But what’s dumb is that I get caught up in a fantasy. Seeing with one eye is so much better than it used to be that I keep imagining that when the other eye is fixed, I’ll have like x-ray vision. Or it will be like having a bionic eye that lets me zoom in on things. It’s, like, what kind of operation will they think of next?”
“You’d be the envy of all the boys in school. Looking right through a girl’s clothes while you walk down the hall. Standing outside the locker room watching right through the wall while we shower. Looking to see if Ms. Jameson wears underwear.” Ms. Jameson was the freshman and sophomore English teacher and one of the reasons boys in those grades couldn’t concentrate.
“Yeah. Well, I’m happy I don’t have to look through walls to see my girlfriends. It would be fun, though, to shower with you all, now that I can see,” he laughed.
“Well, the touch method wasn’t bad, was it?” Brenda responded.
“It’s wonderful.” Dennis lapsed into silence as he thought about Lana putting sunblock on him. Brenda didn’t need x-ray vision to tell what was happening in his pants.
“Things are looking good, Dennis,” Dr. Sachs said after his exam. “You’re remembering to wear goggles?”
“Yes, sir. I’ve been in some pretty dusty places on the farm lately. This week, I’m mowing hay. I use a respirator mask, too.”
“Good. I wish you weren’t being exposed to so much, but as long as you are careful it should be okay. Remember, your eye is still healing. Contaminants can slow or even reverse that process. I’d like you to continue the prescription eyedrops for another week, but I want you to step up the number of times a day you use saline to flush your eyes. Keep a bottle with you all the time, and if you feel an irritant, don’t wait to use the drops.”
“I’ll do that, sir.”
“The first thing I examined when I brought you in was your prescription. The optometrist should have a new lens for your left eye shortly. It has gotten stronger since the operation, which is just what we want to see,” Dr. Sachs said. “By the time you come in for the next procedure, it should be stabilized. This lens should do fine for the next three weeks. Then we’ll test again before we do your right eye. You’re still on for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir. This has been just the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. Thank you. That’s all I can say is thank you.”
“Ah. Here’s the new lens,” Sachs said, turning away so he could dab his own eyes. “See how this feels.” He put the glasses on Dennis’s face and the boy was just amazed at how clear everything was. He must have been adjusting to his left eye being stronger than the right since it no longer seemed to bother him. He nodded. “All right. Let this lovely young woman take you home. Brenda, you and your class did a good thing. Thank you for letting me be a part of it.”
“Thank you, doctor. Come on, Dennis. It’s early enough I can treat you to breakfast at McDonald’s.”
It was nearly eleven when they got back to Dennis’s house and he went to change into his work clothes. He managed to get out of his new ‘dress’ clothes, but before he could put work clothes on, Brenda had him stretched out on the bed, erect, covered, and planted in her hot pussy.
“It was so exciting to see you having your eyes checked and to be with you when you saw things you’ve never seen before. Look at me, Dennis. See me. I love you!” Brenda was way ahead of him, but it didn’t take too long for him to catch up and fill the condom while she enjoyed her second climax.
“I guess I need to get to work now,” he said. “I promised I’d keep mowing after lunch today.”
“You haven’t really had lunch yet,” Brenda said, spreading her legs and pointing at her wet and ready pussy. Dennis bent and lapped at her juices for a minute but then straightened.
“I really need to go.”
“Get dressed and I’ll drive you out there,” she giggled. “Maybe I’ll come back tonight. And don’t forget the party Saturday night. Be sure Lana knows.”
At the farm, Brenda took Dennis straight to his tractor and told him she’d stop by the farm and tell them he was on the job. They shared another long delicious kiss and then Brenda was off. Dennis checked the fuel level in the tractor to be sure it had been filled and then started it up. In a few minutes, he was running through the last thirty acres of hay.
When he was finished, he followed the instructions he’d been given and drove the tractor back to the farmyard. There, he washed down the mower. Randy came out to show him how to detach the mower from the tractor and attach the tedder.
“I’ll deliver this out to the field tonight. We’ll go out first thing in the morning and I’ll show you the process. If everything is going right, you can get the whole field tedded in a day. If not, I’ll finish it up Saturday morning. It should still be ready to rake on Monday by afternoon at the latest with the heat we’ve had this week.”
“What does this machine do?” Dennis asked.
“It lifts and fluffs the hay so it dries more thoroughly and faster. After you get it fluffed, it should be ready to rake next week. If this weather continues, you should be able to bale by Wednesday. Thursday at the latest. The long-range forecast is for rain next weekend. It will be best if we can get it baled and stacked before then. That means we may all be working out here Thursday and Friday. I’ll have you drive the baler and Elsa drive the wagon. Lana, Nils, and Sofia will help me toss the bales and stack them. We’ll probably switch jobs every hour or so. This is the first cutting of the season, so we’re not built up as well as we should be. I know you’ll have a party this Saturday, but don’t count on being able to move next weekend.”
“Should I plan on extra time next week?”
“Well, that depends on how things go. What will probably happen is that you won’t be able to start raking until noon on Monday, to let the dew dry off. That means you’ll probably have more raking on Tuesday, once again in the afternoon. If it looks good, we’ll start baling Wednesday, but it’s likely we’ll put it off until Thursday. That means you’ll have half days on Monday and Tuesday with Wednesday off. We can plan on twelve-hour work days on Thursday and Friday. You might be able to do some work on Saturday if you are willing.”
“Yes, sir. I mean, Randy. Thank you for trusting so much of this job to me. I know it’s probably nothing to you, but it’s the first time I’ve felt responsible for a real job,” Dennis said.
“Don’t sell yourself short. I talked to your Coach and got a whole new understanding of the kind of responsibility you’ve had for the team. It’s the way you handled that job that gave me confidence in assigning this one to you.”
Friday, Dennis and Randy went out to the hay field and Randy explained what he looked for in terms of the hay drying. He set up the tedder and rode one circuit with Dennis to make sure he understood the operation and the larger turning radius of the tedder compared to the mower. Then Randy headed back to the cornfield as Dennis continued to ted the hay.
It was getting hot and Dennis had removed his work shirt by nine and was out of his T-shirt by eleven. He was aware that the hay dust was collecting on his sweaty skin. He was happy to see Lana at the end of the field at lunchtime and greedily sucked down a bottle of water.
“You don’t have sunblock on!” Lana said. “You’ll get burned to a crisp.”
“Oh, wow. I just pulled my shirt off an hour ago because it was stuck to my skin.” She approached him with a towel and started wiping down his sweaty torso. When she moved around in front of him, Dennis noticed that she was wearing an open shirt with a bikini top under it. He was certain the shirt had been buttoned when she gave him water. She began immediately putting sunblock on his back, muttering about how silly boys could be about protecting their skin.
This time, when she moved around to lather the front of him, the shirt was gone entirely and Lana worked in just the bikini top and jeans. Dennis couldn’t help but stare at her and that had predictable results. His overalls were not as confining as his old jeans were and the lump of his growing interest was more obvious—especially when Lana seemed to slow down as she massaged the sunblock into his abs.
“Um… Lana, maybe I should do that,” he said shakily. She looked up at him and licked her lips.
“Oh, I think I got it done,” she rasped. “Um… here. You should do my back and shoulders. Otherwise, I’ll burn to a crisp. Swedish skin just isn’t supposed to tan.” She handed him the bottle and pulled her long white-blonde hair up in her hands so it was off her bare shoulders and neck.
“Um… Okay,” Dennis squeaked. His hands were shaking as he began stroking her soft skin. “You know, you’re… really pretty. I’m not sure I should be doing this.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, catching her breath a little. “Think of it the same as taping your girlfriends’ ankles in the locker room.” The instant image that popped into Dennis’s mind was Diane sitting on the bench in front of him on his birthday with no panties on. That didn’t help his condition at all. He did her back all the way to her jeans and then started working his way from her shoulders down her arms, constantly cognizant of the delicate skin he was stroking. When he started to run his hands down her sides from her armpits, she jumped away and turned, snatching the bottle from him. “I think I can do it from here,” she panted. “Grab a sandwich and drink so you can get back to work.”
“Um… Where are Nils and Sofia today?” Dennis asked as he munched a ham sandwich.
“They said coming here with me was boring and wanted to go out to the cornfield with Mom for Dad’s lunch. I told them I could handle getting you your lunch,” she said. “You don’t mind my coming alone, do you?”
“Lana, I really try to be respectful and not, like, stare at you or anything, but certainly you must know how beautiful you are and what appearing in a bikini top like that would do to me. I mean you’re really incredibly sexy,” Dennis managed.
“Oh! I thought that was just a roll of tape,” she giggled. “Den, I got stripped naked and paraded in front of the basketball team when I became a cheerleader. You are the first boy since—or even before—that I don’t mind looking at me. A little. Now, I need to pack up and head back to the house before it looks suspicious. ’Bye!” She grabbed up the rest of the picnic, left Dennis a bottle of water, and drove off on the ATV. Dennis mounted up and continued driving up and down the field while his cock gradually receded to a normal state.
When Randy showed up at the field in the evening, Dennis still had a couple of acres to ted. He volunteered, and Randy let him finish the field before he drove him home.
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