Chapter One
In the dimly lit corner of the YMCA, a solitary figure approached the noticeboard. His eyes scanned the various ads for yoga classes, missing pets, and garage sales. Amongst the sea of mundane, a flyer with bold letters caught his eye. It was a job offer, but not just any job. The words "Companion for Farm Owner" stood out like a lighthouse in the fog of his unemployed existence.
Alex had been living in the city for the past decade, working odd jobs, in and out of relationships but had not yet found the man of his dreams. He was tall and in excellent shape for his age of thirty-one with splendid locks of hair to suit his build which was naturally thin with a size thirty-two-inch waist.
The advertisement mentioned that the owner was in his late fifties and seeking someone to share in the tranquillity of rural living. It was not what Alex was expecting, but he figured it could not hurt to apply. Plus, the promise of free lodging and food was too good to pass up and there was a possibility that the man was gay but that was secondary to his needs at that moment in time. Likewise, the job description was simple, help with general duties around the farm, be honest, and keep an open mind. That last part made him pause, but he figured he could handle whatever the older man threw his way.
As he sent the email, Alex could not help but wonder what kind of man he would be living with if he was successful in his application. Would they get along? Would it be weird? Just as he was about to give up hope of receiving a response having sent the email a couple of day previously, a message appeared in his inbox. The subject line read: "Farm Companion Interview." His heart raced as he opened it.
The interview was set for the following weekend, and George provided detailed instructions on how to get to the farm. Alex could not believe his luck. He had never felt so hopeful about a job prospect. He spent the next few days researching farming and brushing up on his country etiquette, not wanting to make a fool of himself.
The day of the interview arrived, and Alex set off early with his backpack full of his possessions in the hope that the journey might be one-way, the excitement and nerves jostling for space in his stomach. Somehow, relying on buses, he arrived on time late in the afternoon, and George greeted him at the gate, a burly man, with a gentle smile and a firm handshake. His skin was weathered from years of working outside, and his eyes were a warm, earthy brown. Alex felt a strange comfort wash over him as they walked towards the house. The farm was even more beautiful up close, with a serene pond reflecting the late afternoon sun and chickens pecking at the ground. This could be home; he thought to himself.
Inside, the house was surprisingly modern, with a cozy living room that smelled faintly of tobacco. They sat across from each other at a sturdy wooden table, and George began the interview. He asked about Alex's life in the city, his work history, and his reasons for applying for the position. Alex spoke openly about his struggles and his longing for a simpler life. George listened intently, nodding along, his eyes never leaving Alex's.
The conversation turned to the "honesty and open mindedness" part of the job description. George leaned in, his expression serious. "I'm a straightforward man, Alex. I need someone who will not shy away from the realities of farm life. And, well, I am not looking for a hand to hold, but someone to share in the work and companionship. Can you handle that?" Alex nodded, his throat suddenly dry. He could handle it. He was ready for a change, and he was not going to let a little mystery stand in his way.
"Great, said George, "let's take a tour of the farm," he said. "I'll show you where you'll be living, and we can talk more about what the job entails."
The tour ended with a visit to the chicken coop, where a dozen hens clucked and pecked at the ground. "These girls keep us in eggs," George said with a chuckle. Alex reached out to touch one, and it pecked at his hand playfully. He laughed, feeling more at ease than he had in years.
The interview had been thorough, and Alex had seen everything he needed including his bedroom that was extremely comfortable with an ensuite bathroom to provide convenience. "So, I like what I see Alex, but do you like the setup enough to join me on this farm and live an honest life" George asked.
Alex was stuck for something to say as he feared being too keen and excited by the opportunity. All he could muster at that moment in time was "Yes, I like the setup and would love to stay."
"Excellent decision," said George. "We can talk more in the morning as I am getting a little tired now. Make yourself at home and have a look around the kitchen for something to eat because it is too late for me to swing into culinary action to cook something."
Leaving Alex in the lounge, George walked to the bottom of the stairs and started to ascend "good night, Alex, see you in the morning," and he retired leaving the young man to ponder his decision to stay. After a rummage around the kitchen, Alex found something to eat and afterwards, he stepped outside onto the porch to take in the evening air enjoying a smoke in the dark and quiet countryside that was not affected by the big city lights and sounds.
Chapter Two
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, painting the sky with strokes of pink and gold.
Alex had got up early and stood on the porch, the crisp air nipping at his skin as he sipped his coffee. He was wearing his favourite black mesh nightshirt that hung to his thighs that highlighted his muscles and torso. Alex's raging hardon sticking out proudly that greeted him every morning he awoke. He felt sexy when he wore such clothing, and it reminded him of his city life at various gay bars he had frequented over the years.
He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a comforting embrace. The quietude of the morning was broken only by the distant crow of a rooster and the soft rustling of leaves.
George too was an early riser and as he drew back the curtains in his bedroom, he wondered how Alex had slept. As he walked downstairs into the kitchen, he noticed the lights were still off, but the aroma of fresh coffee suggested activity and he could see the red of a burning cigarette on the porch, Quietly, George stepped closer to the window to see what his new house guest was doing. Just a sneak with no intention of disturbing his private moment.
Alex was looking out over the rolling fields, the dew-kissed grass sparkling in the early light. The quietude was soothing, a balm to his soul as he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of the countryside. The soft cooing of distant birds and the occasional bleat of a sheep was the only sound to break the silence, a gentle symphony that echoed the rhythm of his heart.
George could see Alex's morning wood poking out of the nightshirt and then his hands moved slowly down to his cock for a little tug clearly feeling horny first thing in the morning. As George spied on the young man, his new companion undid the buttons of his nightshirt allowing the fabric to slither to the ground, leaving him naked, but very much aroused. He wrapped his hand around his cock, the familiar weight and warmth grounding him in the present, private moment before the house woke for the day ahead.
