Farm Life: Ch 1 The Loner
#1 of Farm Life
Warning: 18+ Naughty stuff
The burning sun beat down on Billy's pale skin, his short, curly brown hair drenched in sweat, hanging in front of his rich hazel eyes. He suddenly realized he should of went east instead of west, walking down a dirt road with rough cobble stones here and there like the road hadn't been fixed in a while. Everything he owned was in a dirty clothes bag on his back. Like his torn undershirt and black cargo pants, his shoes were near ruined. He was down on his luck; no one would take him in or give him a job. Finally, the next time he lifted his right heel, his tops snapped and one of the rocks cut into the sole of his foot, "DAMNIT!" he shouted. Frustrated, he tore the shoe off and threw it into the nearby field. That was another thing pissing him off, all the fucking farm land.
As he started to walk again, he realized the other shoe on his foot wasn't going to work. Tugging it off, he continued down the road completely barefoot. Really hungry, he stumbled over to the thin patches of dry grass and sat down. Placing his rough, mechanic hands on his temples, he tried to relax a little before walking any further. Almost lost for about half an hour, the sounds of crunching rocks snapped him awake. Standing up to look into the window of the blue ford pickup, a young, built looking guy with orange brown hair and green eyes, wearing a scuffed up green shirt, jeans, and brown leather boots. "You alright?" Billy's eyes looked tired as he stared back and said, "I'm tired, hungry, and I've got no place to go. Other than that I'm great." The stranger leaned against the wheel, "You heading anywhere specific?" Billy only shook his head, "Don't have anywhere to go." The stranger leaned against his window, looking Billy over. He didn't mind the gages in his ears or the snakebites. After a second, he realized he was just another guy having trouble with life. "Hop in; I got a farm just down the road..." As he realized he really didn't have anything to lose, Billy popped the truck open and got in. "My names Carl." the stranger said with a smile, offering his hand. Billy took it, "Bill."
The truck rumbled down the long driveway of Carl's farm, acres and acres of farmland. Even Billy found it impressive. But as the truck came to a stop in front of an old white, two story farm house, Billy looked around. Just a few feet off to the right was a long white barn, the heavy smell of cow permeating through the air. As for the rest, from what he could see, there was a small house off to the left and a tall white barn way off in the back. "Come on in." Carl motioned towards Billy, walking up the front porch before simply opening the door without even unlocking it. "You don't lock the door?" Billy asked. Carl laughed, "There isn't a neighbor for about over a mile in either direction and most likely...they own a gun."As they walked into the house, Billy felt like he was walking into the most homely place in the world. There were plenty of pictures and old world furniture. Carl gave him a chance to look around before pointing towards the kitchen, "Let's head into the kitchen and get you something to eat."
Trying not to be an ass, Billy anxiously tapped his bare foot on the tile kitchen floor as Carl cooked some kind of stew that smelled amazing. The farmer's kitchen was filled with all kinds of vegetables and herbs. "I'll admit Carl, I didn't think you'd be the cooking type." he said, trying to make conversation. Carl chuckled, stirring the stew while adding herbs, "I get it from my mother." He went quiet, apparently not much of a talker. Leg still bouncing, Billy asked, "So, does your dad own this farm?" Carl only shook his head, "Nope. My pop died a long time ago. Why, do I look too young to run a farm myself?" Billy caught the smile Carl gave him, glad he wasn't pissed off, "Well I don't meet many guys who look as young as you who run a farm. What are you like...twenty five?" Carl laughed with a ladle in his hand. "No, a hundred and six..." Billy chuckled, "Yeah, right." Even though Billy found it so funny, Carl turned around with a bowl of stew in his grip and a serious look on his face.
Just as Carl put the bowl down in front of Billy, the back door to the kitchen opened. A kid who was about five foot eight with shoulder length gold blond hair walked in, wearing work boots and worn out jeans with a white tank and work gloves. "Connor, you're in early..." Carl said, looking at the old time clock. Connor huffed as he tried to speak, his body drenched in sweat. Billy noticed Connor had an average build but his arms had marks on them that pointed out muscle tear. Huffing one last time, Connor murmured, "All done Carl...plus I'm starving..." Carl shook his head, "I've told you before, breakfast at eight, lunch at noon, and dinner at sun down...when work's over." He then pointed outside, "Go pull the weeds in the garden for fifteen minutes and then you can come in." Connor tried to hide his irritation but Billy could see it a little as he turned and nearly stomped out.
When the door shut behind Connor, Billy tilted his head towards the outside, "Work hand?" he asked. Carl nodded, "Yessir. Much like you, Connor didn't have anywhere to go, so I set him up in the old servant's house out back and he gets to work for food, bathes, and TV every now and then." Billy raised a brow, "Servants' house?" Carl smiled, "Family use to keep indentured servants...people who did work for the money they owed..." Billy suddenly looked at the bowl in front of him, the rich smell of herbs hitting his nose. Weighing his options, he finally asked, "Would you happen to need another hand around the farm?" His host gave a sharp laugh, "Well I'd definitely enjoy sharing the work load. Sure."
As soon as Carl motioned towards the stew on the table he said, "Dig in." But as he turned his back, he could hear the loud sounds of food being devoured. Turning back around, he noticed Billy was stuffing his face. "Wow Bill, when was the last time you ate...?" Billy nearly choked on his food, flopping the hot beef around in his mouth, "Three...ays." With a loud huh, Carl walked over to the stove, ready to pour more stew if Billy wanted it. "You can stay in the main house tonight and use the utilities. I'll set you up with Connor tomorrow. I just ask that you don't go wandering around after ten." Billy nodded, making sure to empty his mouth this time, "Sure, no problem, I really appreciate this Carl!" His words were sincere, glad that he had a place to live.
After having three bowls of Carl's delicious stew, Billy took his bag of stuff and headed up stairs to the guest room the farmer had mentioned. There wasn't much to unpack so he found his way into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he had to wait a good long time for it the water to heat up before he peeled off his clothes. Stepping in, he let off a relieved sigh as the stream washed over his slightly hairy body, only a thin layer on his arms, legs, and crotch, none on his chest. Emitting a deep groan, he couldn't help but reach to the thick, metal rings in the nubs on his chest, closing his eyes as he felt content with a simple shower, his seven inch uncut cock slightly getting hard. He teased himself for a few minutes before snapping himself out of it. Not wanting to waste Carl's hot water, he reached for the bar of soap resting on its stand and gave himself a quick scrub down.
Getting back to his average room with just a bed, a dresser with a mirror, closet, and ceiling lamp, Billy lay there in bed, wearing his pair of gray briefs that had only been slightly used. It had been a while since he was able to do laundry. His paranoia had set in. It was always hard for him to sleep in a new place. But as the near full moon shined in through his window, he slowly started to close his eyes.
Thrown into a world of haze, Billy looked around, seeing nothing but a field of trees, aged apples in their branches and on the ground around him. He was naked. Kneeling down, he picked up one of the apples, much bigger than his fist. It gave off a loud noise as he bit into it. The noise rang through the trees and Billy gawked as it seemed to grab the attention of others who appeared from behind the trees. There were hundreds of them, men and women, some of them only little boys, but no little girls. He then saw Connor, standing naked in all his splendid glory on a cliff side. As he ran up to the farmhand to find out what was going on, he was shocked to see Connor sort of melt before his eyes before rearing up with a loud neigh as a powerful looking horse with tan fur and a long golden mane.
Billy suddenly jumped awake, holding himself up with his palms as he panted, covered in sweat. The dream he just had faded from his mind and was soon forgotten. It wasn't long until he realized he was on top of his sheets, naked.
More to Come.