[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr2lcj/the_farmer_friends_part_1_sfw_intro_chapter_1/?)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr36pq/the_farmer_friends_part_2_sfw_chapter_2/?)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr3d4k/the_farmer_friends_part_3_mf_chapter_2_continued/?)
[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr3mrj/the_farmer_friends_part_4_sfw_chapter_3/?)
[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr3o26/the_farmer_friends_part_5_mf_chapter_3_continued/)
**Chapter 4**
The ride back was just as enjoyable, maybe even more with our post-sex glow. She teased and giggled more and I could not take the beaming smile off my face.
At the stable, we met Charlie.
“Are you ready to take Sam out to get his truck back? ” asked Becky.
“Sure, now is as good as any time.”
Charlie and I walked over to the large barn behind the stable. Charlie climbed to the cab of his large green tractor and sat down.
“Sam, you can stand behind me as we drive.”
I climbed up the ladder and was surprised to see how many screens were inside and how much extra space there was. I stood in an open area behind the driver’s seat, holding with one hand a handle above my shoulder and the other hand resting on the headrest of Charlie’s chair. The tractor rumbled and whined as he drove forward and out of the large barn doors. Our perspective was almost as if we were flying as we rolled down the farm driveway to the dirt road. I could see Becky walking toward her house and Ruth waving to us from her back porch. Charlie waved back. The cockpit was mostly glass and we had a good view in every direction.
It took us about 10 minutes to get to the unmaintained road and the tractor had no trouble navigating the deep mud to my pickup.
“I’m surprised you made it this far,” Charlie remarked. “You really did get stuck though, didn’t you.”
Charlie did a ten point turn to back the tractor up to the rear of my truck. We descended the ladder into the mud, and I helped Charlie connect a tow rope between the tractor’s hitch and the hole in my truck’s bumper where a ball hitch would go.
Charlie and I were content to work quietly, speaking to get the job done but not feeling a need to discuss anything else. I got into the driver’s seat of my truck as Charlie climbed into the tractor’s. I put the stick shift in neutral, and then I heard the tractor’s engine rev as he started moving it forward slowly. My pickup jumped a little as the slack in the tow rope disappeared and I began to move backwards. I moved the steering wheel slightly to keep the front of my pickup from crabbing to the side as he pulled me back to the firm road.
When my pickup was on firm ground, we got out of our vehicles to unhook the tow strap.
“I really do appreciate your help Charlie,” I told him.
“It’s really no problem. You did a good job steering. Most people would have fought the tractor.” Charlie was quiet for a moment as if he wanted to say something.
“You know, Ruthie and I would like to have you for dinner tonight if you were willing to stick around,” he said at last.
I smiled broadly, happy to spend more time with my new friends and happy to know that they enjoyed my company. “Absolutely, that would be great. I wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye anyway.”
We returned to our own driver seats and I followed the tractor back to the farm. The sound of mud slapping the inside of my wheel-wells was like rain on a tin roof as it was flung off of my tires.
Meeting up again in front of the barn, I asked Charlie, “you don’t happen to have some clean clothes that I could borrow, do you?”
“Yeah I do. But before you change, do you think you could help me with a couple things here?”
“Yes sir, I would be happy to,” I replied.
“Good, I have some block I need to unload from my truck and then maybe you can help me with an electrical problem I’ve been having.”
“Anything I can do, I’m happy to help.”
He led me behind the barn to an old Ford flatbed farm truck. He brought a front-end loader up to it, lifted the bucket up to the level of the truck bed, and we began moving cinder blocks into the bucket. We drove the tractor with the bricks to a grassy area on the side of his house and unloaded them onto the grass.
[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr3wjt/the_farmer_friends_part_7_mm_chapter_4_continued/?)
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