Chapter One
I had just landed a new client who had recently purchased an old farm house located about one hour from my town.
They, husband and wife were hiring me to design a new kitchen and bathroom.
I welcomed this opportunity as there was extensive renovation work to be done on this old and charming country house.
Ted gave me broad instructions on how to get to their place. "I am sure you will find our place without any problem were Ted's words."
I was booked for the coming weekend, a Saturday. I thought of this as a great opportunity to drive out into the country, fill my nostrils full of fresh air and see new sights, a welcome change for me from the urban sprawl. Got up bright and early on Saturday morning, raring to go. Decided to pack a lunch, sandwiches, cookies, an orange and an apple in case I did not find a restaurant. I was so looking forward to getting out of town.
Alas, I was on my way on the open road cruising along comfortably taking in the sights. It was May and the lilac bushes on either side of the country road were in full bloom. I had the windows open wide, me breathing in fresh air filled with the smell of lilac perfume wafting about for miles on end. What a treat.
I followed the directions Ted gave me and found myself turning down one road then another and yet another dirt road. Things were looking more and more remote. I was not supposed to be on a dirt road. Here I was in the middle of a forest This did not bode well at all. I thought it best to stay on the road I was on and see where it would take me. The area was quite wild looking and here I was driving into on a lonely back road in a dense forest.
Finally, after driving for quite some time I came across a farmstead. It looked somewhat dilapidated as though worn by time. I spotted a few cows in the field adjacent to the old house. I figured the best thing to do was to see if anybody was home and if so, ask for help. It was already 4 in the afternoon and before long it was going to be dark outside.
Slowly I drove up to the house, parked my car and hesitantly got out. Took a deep breath and walked up onto the porch and knocked on the door. I thought I heard shuffling around inside the house as I stood there waiting to see if someone was going to answer any time soon.
At long last, the door opened and there before me stood an old guy who looked to be in his 80's for sure dressed in overalls over his long wool underwear, fly wide open and sporting a wide toothless grin.
"Howdy son, what can do for you?" With that he invited me inside and offered to make tea which I certainly welcomed.
We sat at the old oak kitchen table, looked like circa 1920 style. The place was untouched, clean and well organized and filled with antiques and artwork.
He served up a hot pot of steaming tea and told me to call him Red.
I introduced myself. "My name is William; my friends call me Bill."
"Good, I will call you Bill if that works for you son. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
I went on to explain how I got lost, that I was on my way to meet new clients.
He laughed at my situation good heartedly. "Well, you sure got lost. They, your clients would be located in the opposite direction. Your actually quite some ways from where they are. I doubt if you can make it there before sundown and driving at night on these roads can be quite tricky and dangerous. Your welcome to stay overnight, share a humble meal with me."
I quickly mulled over his offer, asked if he had a telephone because I knew my cellphone would not work in this area. Sure enough, he had one. I asked if I could call my clients and let them know what had happened.
No problem. I got busy, spoke with Ted. He thought the situation was funny and we decided it was best to rebook for the following Saturday. This way I was under no pressure to get to their place and I had time to look up a map and find my own way instead of relying on Ted's directions.
I let Red know it was ok to stay overnight and that I gladly appreciated his hospitality.
"Mighty glad you can stay over son and share a meal with me. I don't mind the company as it gets lonely out here sometimes." He told me to make myself comfortable.
I was wearing a pair of jeans, an polo shirt, cowboy boots. In the car, I had a spare sweater and a light windbreaker.
I could see Red sizing me up carefully. He was a shrewed old timer. There was something about him I liked. I felt safe and secure with him. Supper time rolled around soon and Red got busy reheating some of his homemade rabbit stew. He served up some of the bread he baked and to my surprise the meal was delicious...good wholesome country cooking. I made sure to compliment him on the meal.
"Well, I learnt to cook when I was young. My folks sent me to work in the lumber camp north of here in the winters so as to help out. I was the cook at the camp and that meant feeding approximately 30 mouths. I learned a lot of things quickly up there...grew up in no time. Knowing how to cook made me independent and self-reliant. I have a great vegetable garden, a few fruit trees and some hens for eggs, three cows which gives me milk and butter and cheese. I make all my own food. Rarely buy provisions except for tea, coffee, sugar and salt and pepper, that kind of thing."
I loved listening to Red talk about his life. I knew he had a great deal of experience to share with me if I was ready to listen.
After supper, we enjoyed homemade apple pie and
another pot of freshly brewed tea.
Red had electricity yet he was not quick to turn on many lamps. He took me upstairs to show me where I was going to sleep. He had three bedrooms on the second floor and a bathroom. The place was quaint yet very nicely put together and comfortable.
I was in the last bedroom at the other end of the bathroom.
Red told me he kept a tiny hall lamp on at night so as not to trip and one of those small wall lights in the bathroom. This was to save on electricity. Red's only income was his old age pension.
By 9 pm I was bushed and Red was ready for bed. So, he locked the doors, turned off the light and up stairs we went. After wishing me a good sleep he urged me not to be shy and ask if I needed anything.
I thanked him and headed for my bedroom. I got undressed and realized I wanted to piss badly. I was in my white briefs and decided head to the bathroom without getting dressed again. After all there was only Red and I in the house.
I quietly walked down the hall to the bathroom, closed the door. My eyes had to adjust to the very dim lighting that made the room all shadowy. It was a very small space. To my right was a small bathtub, between the tub and the wall stood the toilet and a small sink to the right of the toilet next to the bathroom door. I pulled out my cock gave it a good scratch and rubbing and started to unload a hot stream of piss that seemed to go on forever.
As I pissed I thought I heard a shuffling sound to the right of the toilet. The bare wall next to the sink was about 3 feet wide and it looked like there was a hole in the wall a little higher than the toilet. It was a dark hole about 10 inches' diameter. I could swear someone was looking at me pissing. I finished, pulled on my cock slowly and stood there for a few minutes...my 7 1/2-inch-thick cock was getting excited for some reason. After a minute or so, I tucked my cock back into my underwear and returned to the bedroom, got into bed and was out like a light.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and headed downstairs in my socks, white briefs and open shirt. I thought it ok to not put my jeans on.
There was Red in the kitchen making porridge for us. "Good morning son, how did you sleep last night."
"Slept like a log Red, I did not realize how bushed I was."
"How about some coffee, I am making porridge, toast and molasses for breakfast, that will put more hair on your chest and bush." With that he smiled and winked and served up some delicious coffee and food.
During breakfast, he asked if I wanted to stay for a few days with him that he could use some help getting the garden in shape and doing some chores around the farm.
After a moment's thought I realized I had no urgent commitments back home and no clients to see until the following Saturday. I let Red know it would be a pleasure to stay for a few days and give him a hand.
He lit up when I agreed to stay over.
After we cleaned up in the kitchen, we headed out to the barn.
The cows needed looking after and Red was anxious to show me his garden. He explained how the soil needed to be turned over and that he did this by hand, so we got working.
It was getting hot outside what with working the earth and all. So, I asked Red if it was ok to work in my briefs only.
"No problem Bill, its just the two of us men out here. Actually, I am going to take off my overalls and hang out in my underwear." He got the overall's off, rolled up his sleeves and rolled up the legs of the long underwear up to his knees. He was hanging big in them underwear, showing a huge hefty bulge that was somewhat unreal.