The Hayboy - Part 1
So this is a little true tale about myself... an incident
that actually ended up changing my life considerably,
for the better.
I had been in a relationship with my boyfriend for five years.
In the beginning there was lust, even love (at least on my
part, but never trust. Everytime I thought I could trust
the man he would go and shatter it. Four times he cheated
on me - one resulted in getting a woman pregnant, in what
was supposed to be a monogamous relationship. We moved
to a new place, and things stagnated even further as he shut
me out completely in favor of his computer games.
So here I was, an attractive, constantly aroused, young
woman - with a man who preferred his computer to sex.
Now, I raise and train Arabian horses, and I found myself
spending more and more time out at the barn working off my
frustrations. We would get weekly deliveries of hay from
our local feed store... every week so far had been brought
by a nice older gent that owned the place. But one spring
day the truck arrived and in his place was a very handsome
man in his early twenties.... tanned, athletic, some nice
tattoos.
I raised and eyebrow and smiled to myself, but being ignored
for so long my self-esteem was at an all time low. Even the
thought of having a chance with this stud never crossed
my mind. As he unloaded those 100 pound bales without breaking
a sweat he casually bantered with me... then started asking
questions like "Do you have a boyfriend" and
"How long have you been together". I went on
oblivious until he left and my girlfriend gave me a hard
look and laughed.
"He was so flirting with you, you got that right?"
she said.
I just laughed, "Sure he was..." I rolled my
eyes.
The next week rolled around... I was all alone this time
as he pulled up. He once again started up with the question,
asked me if I was happy, and did my boyfriend treat me right.
This caught my attention, and I started to smile and open
up to him more.
Over the next few weeks I found myself telling him of my troubles,
and we casually flirted back and forth. Then one day he wasn't
there... the older man came again. I figured maybe the "Hayboy"
(as my girlfriend and I nicknamed him) was busy or sick.
But the next week came, and the next... Still no Hayboy.
Finally I got curious enough to ask the older man. I found
out that my Hayboy, was actually a Fireman. He was helping
out his dad during his off season with deliveries and wouldn't
be back for a few months. I was crushed, as our little visits
we the only highlight to my week. Now I would have to endure
without.
Time passed, and fall came, the weather cooled. One morning
the truck came again... much to my delight, the Hayboy came
with it. This time though he was more forward. Right before
he left he walked up to me. I could smell his light cologne,
see the line of his chest muscles under his tight white t-shirt.
"So why don't we have some fun, right here, right
now." he said and grinned.
I just blinked for a moment.. torn between the desire to
do what I really wanted and some still nagging stubborn
thread of loyalty to my non-existant boyfriend. I blushed,
and made my excuses, citing the fact that my other half was
inside the house.
The next week he asked me the same question again...Today
I was feeling fed up with my life. I gave him my number and
asked him if he would like to stop by later. He said he would
definately do that.
As he left my heart was pounding... what had I just done?
The adrenaline rush left me giddy. I sprinted back up to
my house, thankful that I was going to be alone all day - both
the boyfriend and roommate were at work until late.
Around 3 o'clock I got a call... the Hayboy was on his
way over....
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