Middle of Nowhere

The orange sun was brushing the horizon, and Joseph had just finished closing up the chicken coop when he heard a familiar rumbling coming up his long gravel driveway. His property was vast, but mostly full of fir trees; he had an acre or so of crops in the clearing around his house, and no animals except for a couple dozen chickens. Most of his farm was intended to feed himself and trade with neighbors, like Elijah with the old white pickup truck. Joseph wasn't expecting him today, though. He brushed his dusty palms on his jeans and turned, shielding his eyes from the low, bright light from the west while he watched Elijah skid to a stop just in front of his porch.

"Evenin,' Joe," Elijah called out of his open window. Joseph jogged over to his neighbor and gave the man a quick pat on the back as he stepped out of the truck.

"How's it going, Elijah?" he asked. Being summertime, it was nearly nine o'clock even though the sun hadn't fully set.

"Not bad. Just brought the cows in."

"Just brought the chickens in myself. Want a beer?"

Elijah chewed his lip. "Nah, I can't stay long."

"You sure? I was about to grab one and have it out on the porch; perfect night for it."

"Ah," responded Elijah, "ah...hell, sure. Just a quick one."

Joseph grinned and hurried inside. The house was tall and narrow, just like Joseph himself. It had weathered blue paneling and an iron chimney with a weathervane to match. The lowest floor of the house only had a kitchen and a small living room, so he had to race up the stairs to use the bathroom, stopping off to piss and wash the day's grime from his hands, before grabbing two beers from the fridge. He and Elijah popped them in unison, setting themselves down on the creaky porch steps.

"Ahhh," sighed Elijah with the first sip, the way he always did. His bright blue eyes sparkled in the dimming light.

"So what brings you over, man?" asked Joseph.

"Right! Almost forgot! I told you Sadie's mama ain't doing so well, didn't I?"

Joseph nodded. Sadie was Elijah's wife; a pretty, blonde, plump woman about fifteen years younger than him. She was incredibly sweet; according to Elijah, the polar opposite of his first wife, who had been a tall, thin, severe brunette. They were off and on in high school until she got pregnant, and then they spent a few years in miserable matrimony attempting to stay together for the kids. Eventually, enough was enough, and she scooped up the kids and moved a state away. Elijah did her one better and moved to the opposite end of the country, which is how a country southern man like Elijah ended up a country northern man. He met Sadie at the local bar, and as far as Joseph knew, they were genuinely happy, even if Sadie was only a couple years older than Elijah's oldest kid.

In fact, Sadie was only 25, so it made Joseph's heart ache that her mother was so ill.

Elijah continued, "Well, Sadie and I are gonna drive her back east so she can be with her siblings, y'know, in case this really is the end. We'll probably be out there for at least a month; maybe even into the fall."

"Sorry to hear that," Joseph offered.

"That's life, ain't it?" Elijah shrugged. "Importantly for you, I'm gonna have my son watch my li'l farm for me while I'm gone."

Joseph frowned. Memories flicked through his head of two little girls, summer after summer, riding in the back of Elijah's pickup truck to come see the chickens.

"I didn't know you had a son," he said. "I just remember two daughters." But maybe his memory was wrong. The kids hadn't visited the past seven or eight years, and Elijah didn't talk about them often enough for Joseph to be sure of any details.

Elijah barked out a laugh. "I didn't used to. We ain't talked about this? My oldest kid is trans."

Joseph blinked in surprise. While he and Elijah were on friendly terms and occasionally went to the bar together, or had dinner together, or went fishing together, their conversations had never veered into the territory of gender or sexuality. Joseph had, perhaps unfairly, assumed Elijah was a typical southern bigot. He knew he was religious and fiscally conservative, though they both steered clear of any potentially controversial topics of conversation.

Joseph wasn't sure if Elijah even knew he was bisexual.

"Didn't surprise me much when he came out," Elijah continued. "His mom struggled with it, but even that bitch eventually had to admit it makes sense. He was always...y'know, such a tomboy."

"Well, damn," Joseph chuckled. "I guess we never really talk about your kids much, huh?"

Elijah sighed. "I know. Sometimes I feel like a bad dad. I love 'em to death, but they mostly live their own lives out there in Arkansas. 'Specially now that they're grown."

"It's hard being all the way out here," Joseph offered.

Elijah waved his hand and took a big swig of his beer. "We don't need to get into all this tonight. Point is, he'll be coming up this weekend. I'm gonna do my best to make sure he's all set up to take care of the farm, but he ain't used to running things by himself, so I was hopin' you could swing by on Saturday so I can introduce you two in case he needs help while I'm gone." Elijah took another big swig as the last of the daylight began to slip below the horizon. The sound of frogs in a nearby pond suddenly reached a crescendo.

"Of course, man," said Joseph over the noise. "Just let me know what time and I'll be there." His heart fluttered strangely. It was going to be interesting meeting someone he had only known as a child, and known as a completely different gender. He hoped Elijah's son was as friendly and capable as Elijah himself was. If he was going to be Joseph's neighbor for the rest of the summer, it would be nice for the status quo not to be upset too much. His house was about a quarter mile away, and the next nearest neighbors were close to ten miles away, so realistically, the onus would mostly have to be on Joseph if Elijah's son needed help.

"I appreciate it, man," boomed Elijah, clapping Joseph on the back. Both men sipped their beer in unison before Elijah continued. "I owe you a good freezer full of steak."

"Come on, Elijah. You'd do the same for me," Joseph chuckled. It was true. Part of the cost of living out in the middle of nowhere was looking out for your few neighbors.

Elijah stuck around for a few more minutes to finish his beer and chat about Sadie's mom before hopping back in his truck and driving home.

Joseph headed inside and began to chop vegetables for stir fry. He tried to imagine the face of Elijah's oldest kid aged up and masculinized. Guiltily, he wondered if he would end up being attracted to him. He'd be around 22 by now; that was okay, right? Joseph was 43, and while that was a pretty large age gap, there was nothing wrong with looking at another adult, right?

He had never been with a trans man, though he had always wanted to. He loved masculine bodies, but he preferred the feel of a pussy. It would be the best of both worlds. Joseph found himself building the perfect specimen in his mind--compact, but thick and strong, with a hairy chest and a shapely ass. Maybe a mustache or beard, and a tight pussy with a big clit. He began to grow hard in his pants. It had been so long since he had fucked anyone. What if Elijah's son ended up being his boy toy for the summer?

Joseph did his best to shake the thoughts from his mind while he finished making dinner; turning on a dry, unsexy podcast and chugging a couple more beers. He shouldn't have been riling himself up fantasizing about how hot his neighbor's son could maybe end up being. He'd have to wait four days to find out anyway.

But that night, once he had crawled into bed, he found himself looking up trans porn, then trans bondage porn. Fuck, how hot would it be to tie up an innocent southern boy and breed his pussy? Joseph wondered if Elijah's son could still get pregnant.

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The next few days passed with little fanfare. Joseph did his usual farm chores and his usual remote work. He made next to no money from the farm itself, so he had to gain most of his income from a tech firm. This week, he was extra thankful he could do his work from home, as he felt distracted thinking about Elijah's son. He continued to work himself up more and more with fantasies, multiple times going out to his shed and practicing tying knots with a length of rope. He half felt ridiculous, but it had been so fucking long since he had been with someone; surely it was okay to fantasize.

It had only been so long for lack of trying. Joseph was a fairly attractive man, being six foot six with a chiseled, masculine face. His hair was dark and full, though some gray was beginning to come in, and he had a well-trimmed beard framing full lips. His brown eyes were slightly downturned, giving an effect an ex had described as, "sexy, sleepy eyes." His body was slim relative to his height, but he was strong, and looked it.

He did his best to remind himself that he had no idea what Elijah's son looked like, or if he was even gay, let alone interested in an older man. Joseph should have been looking online for a hookup. Maybe he could have Elijah watch his chickens once he was back and spend a weekend in the city. In between his work, he typed out a couple of dating app bio drafts, but by the time he got them the way he wanted them, it was already Saturday morning, and they lay forgotten once his phone rang.

"Hey, Joe," said Elijah on the other end of the phone. "Micah's here; we're gonna take about an hour to get him settled and then I'll start showing him the ropes. See ya around nine?"

"Sure thing, bud," Joseph said quickly.

His breathing was quick as he hung up. He needed to get a grip; this was crazy. He had spent the last few days working himself up into a frenzy. Damn, it had really been too long since he had been laid. Joseph took several deep breaths, checked on the chickens, and then hopped into a cold shower.

He was feeling a bit more level headed by the time he stepped into a pair of clean jeans and threw on a checkered cotton button down. He felt classically country, which always amused him. His truck was newer than Elijah's, and completely silent aside from the crunching of gravel as he rode down his driveway and turned right into his neighbor's.

Elijah's house was a rather plain farmhouse style with white paneling and a brick chimney. It was old enough to look authentically rustic, but not so old as to be run down. The porch was creaky just like Joseph's, but unlike his, had a fresh stain and wrapped all the way around the house. There were a couple of rocking chairs by the front door that were perfect for enjoying a coffee in the morning, a lemonade at lunchtime, or a beer in the evening.

There was no unfamiliar car in the driveway. Joseph supposed that 'Micah' would be using Elijah's truck for the duration of his stay, while Elijah and Sadie would take Sadie's minivan cross country with her mom. He wasn't sure why, but he liked that he didn't see a car with an out of state plate or a rental. Maybe it just made things seem more familiar, more typical.

Joseph took a deep breath as he parked his truck. The front door of Elijah's house swung open just as he stepped out and cracked his neck. Joseph raised a hand to greet his neighbor, who welcomed him inside.

The two men strolled into the kitchen, where Sadie was pouring a pot of coffee into a massive mug.

"Morning, Joe," she chirped. "Good to see you. Coffee?"

"Likewise," Joseph responded. "I had some first thing this morning, but some more wouldn't hurt."

Sadie grinned and set the mug in front of Joseph as he sat at the kitchen table. The coffee was piping hot, with thick, rich steam wafting up into his nose. He peered around, seeing no sign of Micah.

As if reading his mind, Elijah said, "My son is just upstairs changing into some more work-appropriate clothes. After coffee, we'll head out to the cows." Joseph's heart skipped a beat strangely. At this moment, he was feeling embarrassed about the past few days, and how much time he had spent fantasizing about the mystery country boy. He reminded himself silently, 'This is your neighbor's son. Don't be a fucking creep.'

Sadie set three more mugs on the table; one in front of Elijah, one at the empty head of the table, and one more where she then took a seat. She took a small sip and then gasped out, "Ooh! Too hot." Elijah and Joseph both chuckled. Then, Joseph heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned.

Well, fuck. He had been right to be excited.

Micah was short and thick, with strong shoulders filling out the sleeves of his black t-shirt beautifully. His dark gray jeans hugged his hips and thighs, tapering down to his ankles. One arm was decorated in floral black and gray tattoos, through which you could see beautiful musculature and a pale olive complexion. His hair was thick, clean cut, and deep brown, fading into an equally thick scruff decorating his cheeks. He kept his mustache fuller than the rest of his facial hair.

Micah met Joseph's eyes. Sparkling, bright blue, just like his father's. Joseph did his best to swallow and not stare uncomfortably.

"Hi," said Micah brightly, sauntering over to shake Joseph's hand. "Been awhile." His handshake was strong, but his hand smooth and uncalloused. Joseph wondered if that would change with the summer of farm work.

He blinked as he processed that, yes, they had met before. Of course. This was the little girl that rode in the back of Elijah's pickup truck a decade ago.

"You look a little different now, huh?" Joseph laughed. "I'm Joseph, just in case you didn't remember."

"Micah," he grinned in response. "Of course I remember. I used to love chasing your chickens around as a kid."

"Have some coffee, Micah," interrupted Sadie. Micah looked at her with a strained smile. Joseph supposed it must be odd, getting used to a step-mom who was young enough to have gone to the same high school. Sadie was sweet, though, and wise beyond her years. She and Elijah were a genuine match.

The four sat around the table, sipping their coffee as it cooled, chatting first about Micah's plane ride, then getting into cattle care. Joseph did his best to keep his staring to a minimum. Micah was really, really beautiful, though. He had high cheekbones and smooth skin. Joseph couldn't help but notice the way his t-shirt stretched around his shoulders when he lifted his coffee to his lips. When the four finally stood up to head outside, Joseph lagged behind, getting a good look at Micah's firm, full ass. He had to push thoughts from his mind to keep the blood out of his cock.

"I'll catch up with you," he called suddenly. "I'm going to use the restroom."

The group moved on without him as Joseph headed to the bathroom to grip the sink and stare at himself in the mirror. "Don't be a fucking freak," he murmured quietly to himself.

As he splashed water on his face, he had a thought. Maybe if he was going to spend all summer pining after this country boy, he should get a look at where he was sleeping. That way, his fantasies could feel more real, and maybe he wouldn't drive himself so crazy wondering what things might be like. Keep it simple, right? He had a name, a face, and now he could have a location. Come up with a straightforward fantasy, something based on reality so that the details stayed consistent, and think about it all summer, or however long it took for the novelty to wear off.

Joseph looked at himself in the mirror hard. He knew it was wrong to snoop, but he felt like a hormonal teenager, and he needed to come up with some way to regain control. He had always had fantasies of stalking, of home invasion. Would this scratch the itch, or would it push him over the edge?

He left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen window. The group was almost a quarter mile away by now. Joseph's heart fluttered. Now was the only time he could get away with it. He had to try.

Joseph climbed the steps to the second floor, noting the third and seventh stairs creaking, but the rest remaining impressively silent despite the age of the house. He had never been up here before. His heart pounded with the knowledge that he was somewhere he shouldn't be. Though he had always dreamed about invading a home, there wasn't much opportunity out here in the boonies. It was for the best, really. Living somewhere where everyone knew him, it was way too risky to indulge in that fantasy. He was simultaneously thrilled and ashamed to feel himself begin to grow hard.

There was a large sitting room at the top of the stairs, and a hallway with three doors. Two bedrooms and a bathroom, he supposed. He pushed open the first door to what was surely Elijah and Sadie's bedroom. It was decorated in pictures of the couple, and there was a large bed with a coral-colored bedspread that matched a dress Sadie often wore. Joseph shut the door, then tried the next one.

The room was small, mostly filled by the queen sized bed pushed into the back corner. The wallpaper was a faded blue striped pattern, framing an old oak closet door. Joseph peered out the window to see that Elijah's family was still much too far away to catch him. That caused a feeling of satisfaction to stir in his gut. Maybe he could snoop a bit more.

He pulled open the closet door to see lots of black and grayscale clothing hung on hangers. There was a carryon-sized maroon suitcase pushed into the corner. Joseph memorized the way it was positioned before sliding it out, plopping it onto the bed, and unzipping it.

Empty. He guessed Micah had already unpacked everything. Joseph returned it to its previous position, then chewed his lip and turned toward the nightstand.

He knew what he was hoping to find. To his disappointment, there was nothing but a couple of books and a gaming console. It would have been so thrilling to find a sex toy or two. He felt his pants grow tighter imagining Micah fucking himself with a dildo on the bed beneath him.

With that thought, he had another. The queen sized bed had a low headboard; oak, to match the closet and nightstand; with posts on each corner reaching nearly up to the ceiling. Perfect for some handcuffs, or some rope. Joseph thought of Micah's limbs tied spread-eagle, with the same dildo fucking him by Joseph's hand.

He pet the flannel bedsheets wistfully, then snaked a hand under the closest pillow. There was something there. He couldn't help but let out a small, gruff moan as he pulled a large dildo from underneath.

Though it was large, it wasn't larger than Joseph, which filled him with satisfaction. What if Micah was a virgin? What if he could pull this dildo out of him, before splitting him open even wider with his own thick cock?

Joseph moaned again as he brought the dildo to his nose. No scent. Of course, Micah wouldn't have had time to use it yet; he just got here.

He looked out the window again, to see the family looking back toward the house. Still much too far away to run back and catch him, and likely too far to even see him in the window, but Joseph ducked behind the curtain regardless. His heart raced, both at the thought of getting caught, and the thought of using Micah right here on the guest bed.

Joseph took one last careful look around to make sure everything was as it had been before he entered, then jogged back down the stairs. The seventh step creaked, and the third step creaked. Back in the bathroom, he knew he had to relieve himself. 'You're crazy,' he thought as he pulled out his hard cock. He couldn't believe he had finally fulfilled one of his longest-held fantasies, but now, he was worried it wouldn't be enough. Not after he had found that dildo. As he stroked himself, he wondered if he could see into Micah's room from his own house with binoculars. The trees on his property were likely too tall from his bedroom on the second floor, but maybe from his office on the third.