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?"
