The Good Companion

Chapter Six

Alex grew more comfortable in his role, the nightshirts and George's gentle touches becoming a natural part of their routine. They worked side by side, the older man's eyes often lingering on the younger man's body. On one such day when the sun was high and the air thick with heat, George paused his labours, feeling hot and bothered. "It's too hot to wear much today," George said, stripping down to his tighty whities "Why don't you join me?"

Alex hesitated for a moment, then shrugged off his shirt, revealing the tanned skin and lean muscles of his torso. He unbuckled his belt and slid down his shorts, feeling a thrill of excitement and vulnerability. He stepped out of them, leaving himself in nothing but his favourite orange and white yfront briefs.

Their eyes met, and George's smile grew wider. "Perfect and wow, what fantastic colour yfront briefs you are wearing. I love them," he said, his voice low and gruff.

"Thanks" Alex replied in response to such a comment. "I have lots of different colours, all with white trim unlike your dependable but boring tighty whities."

George let out a chuckle in response. "Well, they might be dependably boring unlike your underwear but they're comfortable so let's get to work."

They moved through the farm, their bodies glistening with sweat. The animals paid them no mind, accustomed to their semi nakedness by now. The breeze caressed Alex's skin, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat of George's gaze. The older man never made a move beyond the occasional touch, a gentle squeeze of the shoulder or a pat on the back, but the desire was palpable.

One evening, as they sat on the porch watching the sunset, Alex was in his nightshirt having enjoyed an earlier shower to wash off the grime of the day's efforts. George sat there relaxed in his dependable but boring tighty whities when George's hand found its way to Alex's leg. He began to stroke it gently, his thumb tracing the line of his inner thigh. Alex did not pull away; instead, he leaned into the touch, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "George, I know you said no more than touching," Alex began, his voice barely a whisper. "But I want to know, what if I want more?" as Alex eyed the bulge in the older mans briefs, clearly displaying the outline of his erect cock.

George's hand stilled, and he turned to face Alex. His expression was serious, but there was a spark in his eyes that had not been there before. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm not just here to wear yfront briefs or nightshirts and to be your...," Alex said, his voice gaining confidence but fading away when he could not complete what he wanted to say. "I want to know if there could be more between us."

The silence was deafening, the crickets the only sound in the stillness. Then George leaned over, his rough lips brushing against Alex's ear. "If you want more," he murmured, "you'll have to accept the unexpected but, I have to explain a couple of things that you might think weird before you get too excited."

Alex's heart raced; his curiosity piqued. He turned to face George, the older man's eyes searched his, seeking reassurance. "Okay," Alex said, his voice a bit shaky. "Tell me."

"You see," George began, his hand sliding down to rest on Alex's thigh, "I've had these... particular feelings for a long time. I have never had the chance to share them with anyone. But I feel like I can with you." He paused, swallowing hard. "I want to sort of adopt you as my son. You told me you were an orphan and had no parents to look after you and you craved that family closeness growing up. Since then, you have drifted from job to job, relationship to relationship and you also said, you feel like a rudderless ship sometimes. I can change all that if you wish it to change. It just means you have to be openminded to the eccentricities of a Daddy like me."

Alex felt the heat of George's hand through the fabric of his nightshirt, his body reacting in ways he had not expected. "I hadn't expected that" Alex responded, his voice a low murmur.

Alex's mind was in a spin with the change of dynamics that were taking place, and he remained speechless for the moment "It's about trust and respect. Friendship and love mingled in with hard work and discipline and when you feel like it, you might wish to call me Daddy or Dad. More than anything else, I want to share my life here with you." George declared as Alex sat there taking it all in.

Alex's breath hitched at the word, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. He had never engaged in anything like this before, but with George, it did not feel wrong. It felt natural, like a puzzle piece fitting into place. "It's quite an offer George and you are not wrong about my drifting through life without a goal. I am processing a lot of information at the moment, can I think about your offer?" his voice steady.

George fearing the worst that he had gone too far too quickly continued explaining what he wanted. George wanted Alex to be his young boy whom he could look after, and would Alex be openminded and go with the flow and see if he liked it. Alex thought about it for a while as they resumed their silent enjoyment of sunset. It had been a while since anyone had offered Alex tender loving care and a huge part of him wanted to say yes but another part of him thought it weird and George was the state axe murderer yet to be caught and sitting here provided him with his next victim.

What to do, what to do, Alex wondered until something clicked in his mind telling him, he might be a fool if he rejected the offer. Afterall, there would be no harm in trying out the new dynamic and if it became too weird, he could always run for cover back to the city.

The silence of the evening was broken, "Yep, I like the idea of calling you Dad but perhaps we can keep that on the farm if okay with you. I do not think the locals will cope with this level of gossip all in one go".

"Okay Alex, son, I accept your comment to keep it on the farm and I suggest we start the new approach tomorrow" said George whilst still playing with Alex's thighs and gazing upon the concealed erection that had developed with George's touch.

Alex stood up in front of George, his erection pressing against the cotton material of his nightshirt, silently imploring George to explore his body but George only rubbed his hands up and down Alex's thighs whilst saying "Tomorrow Alex, tomorrow you will see how much I can look after you".

Chapter Seven

The following day saw their relationship evolve.

George woke Alex with a gentle kiss to the forehead, saying "Good morning, sleepy head." It was early but Alex had been getting used to these early starts.

Alex managed to swing himself to the side of the bed and saw that George had prepared his clothes for the day. Not only had George selected his yfront briefs for the day but also his other clothes. It was like being a young boy again and strangely, Alex loved the attention and care.

George then pulled the sheets back and pulled Alex gently out of bed, naked and erect with his morning wood and led Alex into the bathroom where George shaved Alex with meticulous precision, his hands firm and sure as he guided the straight razor over the younger man's body. Alex felt a strange sense of peace as he watched the hair fall away, revealing the smoothness beneath. It was as if he were being reborn, transformed into the person George wanted him to be, a young boy. It felt strange with no body hair, but his skin was now smooth and sensitive to touch, a feeling not experienced since childhood as George showered him washing the shaving cream and lose hair from his body. It was a fresh start with a fresh look and Alex liked it.

Standing naked, George wrapped him in a soft, warm towel and began the process of dressing him taking immense pleasure in selecting the clothes starting with the yfront briefs, black with white trim that day. The act of sliding the fabric over Alex's body was almost religious, a silent vow of companionship and care. Before long, Alex was dressed and ready for the day ahead.

After breakfast, the rest of the day was filled with work on the farm, their bodies moving in a silent dance of understanding and respect. At the end of the day, it was time to adjourn to the house for an evening of tasty food and relaxation. Before that though, George told Alex that from this day he would be bathing him and frankly, Alex was happy to have someone spoil him, and George was a tender caring Dad.

Alex walked into the kitchen having kicked his muddy boots off outside on the porch. George had made a coffee and Alex stood waiting whilst George stirred the stew that had been made for dinner.

George looked at Alex with a pleasing smile and dropped to his knees and started removing the socks that Alex had been wearing the entire day. Next, remaining on his knees looking at Alex standing before him, he pulled down the muddy shorts Alex was wearing. The yfronts did not survive long either as they too were discarded to the same pile of dirty laundry. Now naked and aroused, George led him to the bathroom.

The tub was filled with steaming water, scented with lavender and rosemary from the garden. George took care in washing Alex, his hands moving over every inch of his skin with a tenderness that spoke of deep care and affection. He took his time, scrubbing the grime of the day away, leaving Alex feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

After the relaxing soak, George dried him off allowing him to step out of the bathroom refreshed and clean as his nightshift was slipped over his head only to drop the full length of the material as George took his hand, "Come on son, dinner awaits us," and led him downstairs.

"This will be our new routine son, and we will do this every day if you like? I like to bathe you and wash your hair and dry you, sounds weird I know but I hope you like it too?"

Alex enjoyed the attention provided by George. "It is a little weird Dad I know, but I could get used to this attention and care you just provided. Did you say, every day from now on?"

George squeezed Alex's hand in an assuring manner, "Yes son, every day and I have a feeling you will get used to it very quickly."

The evening air grew colder, and the stars above were a glittering array of diamonds in the velvet sky. They retreated to the warmth of the house, the crackling of the log fire in the lounge beckoning them. Alex laid down on the sofa with his head on George's lap gazing into the flames, the fabric of his nightshirt hugging his body, the fabric stark against his skin. He felt George's hand on his head, playing with his hair as the older man's fingers traced patterns on his scalp as he read a book enjoying the comfort of his son lying on his lap, relaxed and content. The heat from the fire kissed their skin, creating a cozy cocoon of warmth in the room.

Alex's eyes grew heavy as George's hand moved from his hair to stroke his cheek after putting down his book to concentrate on playing with Alex, His hands then moved down to his chest, the fabric of the nightshirt being thin, allowed George's touch to be felt in every caress, occasionally pushing through the mesh to touch his skin. The older man's touch was firm but gentle, a silent declaration of his desire to care for and protect his young companion. Alex's heart thumped in his chest, the anticipation of the unknown making him both nervous and excited.

Alex looked up at George, his gaze filled with questions. The fire cast flickering shadows across the older man's face, highlighting the lines of age and experience. George met his gaze, his eyes dark with unspoken intent. "Do you trust me, son?" he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of his nipple.

Alex nodded, his voice a whisper. "Yes Dad, I trust you."

Their eyes locked, and George's hand moved lower, his thumb hooking into the hem of the nightshirt. He pulled the fabric up slightly, revealing the smooth skin of Alex's thighs. His hand lingered there, the warmth of his palm pressing against Alex's flesh. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled the nightshirt up further, exposing the young man's hardening cock as Alex changed position onto his back, inviting George to explore further.

He had never been so openly displayed before to a mature man, fully erect, aroused, and leaking precum like never before, but with George, it felt natural, as if it were a part of the farm's cycle of growth and exposure. This was different to the daily bath and the associated ritual of George washing and shaving him. Yes, Alex got erections every time George touched him but so far George had not done anything more than admire the erections as he dressed Alex covering his manhood with clean yfront briefs chosen by him each day.

George's hand cupped Alex's balls, his thumb brushing the base of his cock. His fingers travelled up the shaft until his finger started playing with the oozing liquid secreting from the tip of his cock, a sign that Alex was more than aroused. "This is what I want," he murmured. "To cherish you, to watch you grow."

Alex felt the warmth of George's breath against his skin as the older man leaned down, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the head of his cock licking the precum that was dribbling out of it. The warmth of the fire and the coolness of the night air created a delicious contrast as George continued to kiss and caress him, his touch crossing the line for the first time into something sexual. It was a dance of desire and care, a bonding that went deeper than the surface.

Alex lay there, his body a canvas for George's attentions. The feeling of the nightshirt against his ass was lovely but the freedom of his cock exposed at the front made an enormous difference with the warmth of the fire, and the weight of George's hand on his cock created a symphony of sensations. He knew that this was just the beginning, that their relationship would continue to evolve and grow, but for now, he was content, nestled in the safety of George's arms, his body open and vulnerable, ready to explore whatever the future held for them.

The tension between them grew with each passing moment, the air thick with unspoken words and yearning. Alex felt himself getting harder under George's touch, his cock no longer straining against the fabric. He took a deep breath, his heart racing. "What happens now?" he whispered.

"Now," George said with a smile, his eyes never leaving Alex's, "you get to always call me Dad."

Alex swallowed hard enjoying the moment. "Okay, Dad."

George's grip tightened slightly, his eyes darkening with pleasure. He leaned in, his breath hot against Alex's ear. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "Now, let's see what else we can do to keep you warm tonight."

Alex felt a shiver run down his spine as George's hand began to move again, stroking and squeezing in a rhythm that was both comforting and arousing. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a soft moan. The term "Daddy or Dad" was foreign to him in this context, but it did not feel wrong. It was as if a dam had broken, and the rush of new experiences washed over him, bringing with it a sense of belonging.

As the fire crackled, George's hand slid up Alex's body, his palm cupping the young man's face. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his thumb tracing Alex's bottom lip. "But I need to know, are you truly ready for what comes next?"

Alex nodded, his eyes searching George's. "Yes, Dad," he said, the word slipping out easily. "I trust you."

With a gentle smile, George leaned in and kissed him, the kiss deepening as his hand moved to grip Alex's cock firmly. The younger man moaned into the kiss, his body arching off the sofa as George pulled up the material until he was able to slip it finally over Alex's head leaving him naked and available for his Daddy. Alex had been wanting this for quite a while and was not going to interrupt the moment by saying anything stupid like, let us get a pizza or something.

George broke the kiss, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Good," he said, his voice gruff. "Because it's time for your first lesson."

Alex's eyes widened, his breath hitching as George began to stroke him in earnest. The older man's hand was strong and sure, moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made Alex's hips buck. He had never felt so vulnerable, so open to another person's desires and care. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

The room grew warm, the air heavy with their shared breaths. George's hand never stopped moving, his eyes locked on Alex's face, watching every expression, every twitch of pleasure that played out across his features. It was as if he were tuning into Alex's very soul, learning his every need and want.

As the tension grew, so did Alex's arousal. He felt his orgasm building, his body tightening like a coiled spring. "Dad," he gasped, his voice breaking. "I'm close."

George nodded, his grip tightening slightly. "I know son, I can feel your excitement building," he murmured. "Just let go for me and enjoy the moment."

And with that, Alex did. He came with a cry, his body convulsing as George's hand milked him through his climax. It was an explosion of pleasure, a release that left him trembling and panting, his eyes squeezed shut. He shot his cum with such power that the first spurt landed on his face followed by the remaining spurts landing between his chin and stomach. The final spurts of cum dribbled down his cock as the last acts in the climax he had just experienced.

When he finally opened his eyes, George was looking at him with a mix of pride and affection. "Welcome home," he whispered, pulling Alex into a tight embrace whilst using his fingers to play with his son's seed. As Alex laid there in the older man's arms, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the quiet of the night, he knew he had found a place where he truly belonged and felt the father, son thing might work for him after all.

George lifted Alex's head and got up from the sofa. "It's bedtime son and we have an early start tomorrow," taking his son's hand he pulled him up gently and led him upstairs to his bedroom. Pulling back the quilt he put Alex in bed and as Alex laid on his back, George kissed him good night whilst rubbing his hand gently on Alex's chest still covered with his seed. "I guess we will have to wash that off in the morning" George said whilst covering Alex with the quilt and turning off the light.

Alex laid in bed feeling content and loved as he slowly drifted off to sleep, "Good night, Dad," were the last words that George heard that day as he slipped out of his son's room gently closing the door.

Chapter Eight

The next morning, George's gentle nudging woke him up, the sun streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. The scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air as George called out, "Time to get up, my boy."

Alex stretched out lazily, feeling the warmth of the bed against his naked skin. He made his way to the bathroom, where George was already waiting with a warm smile and the promise of a fresh start to their day. George took his time shaving Alex, his strokes sure and precise, as if he were sculpting the young man into something beautiful. Alex felt a sense of pride in being taken care of so thoroughly, the warmth of George's hands and the gentle scent of the shaving cream a comforting embrace.

Breakfast was a feast of eggs, bacon, and homemade bread, served with a side of sweet butter and strawberry jam. The two of them sat at the kitchen table, their legs brushing underneath as they chatted about the day's plans.

As Alex cleared the table, George could not help but admire the view. The shorts Alex was wearing were sagging down revealing the orange y-front briefs that hugged Alex's round ass, leaving little to the imagination. With a smirk, George reached out and pulled Alex closer, bending him over the table next to him, pulled his shorts and underpants down a little and gave him a few playful but firm smacks on his bear bottom. The sound echoed in the quiet room, making Alex jump. He turned around, his cheeks red with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "What was that for Dad?" he asked, feigning innocence.