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 obvious.
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?" Alex eyed the bulge in the older man's 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 to change. It just means you have to be open-minded 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 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 didn’t 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 now; 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 open-minded 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 he wondered if George were 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. After all, 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 don’t 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".
The following day saw their relationship evolve. George woke Alex with a gentle kiss on 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 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 loose 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 that 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 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 into 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’s 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 cosy 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 hardened 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 attention. The feeling of the nightshirt against his arse 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’s 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.
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 lay 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.
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 yfront briefs that hugged Alex's round arse, 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 bare 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.
"Just a little reminder of who's in charge around here and remember, naughty boys get smacked when required," George said with a wink. "And to thank you for the view today, orange is a lovely colour that couldn’t be ignored but I’m not so sure my son should be wearing such city clothes, so I have decided that we are going shopping today." George had a mischievous glint in his eye when he continued. "You need some proper boy’s clothes for around here as Mrs Jenkins has reminded me a couple of times."
“Yes Dad” Alex responded, not sure what George had in mind, but he felt excited about the changes taking place between them.
“As much as I like your yfront briefs and the colours you have available, country boys wear white tighty whities and matching vests. Likewise, you need some shorts and plain shirts that clearly state you are a farm boy.”
“Yes Dad, if you insist but please can I keep my nightshirts?”
“Sorry son, no. Country boys wear proper boys' Pjs around the house,” George responded. “Besides, Mrs Jenkins would prefer you to wear Pjs, she’s funny and traditional like that and her traditional approach also includes correct underwear and not fancy city stuff as she termed them whilst hanging them outside to dry.”
“If you insist, okay Dad, I will do as you wish and if it keeps Mrs Jenkins happy, who am I to object,” Alex responded.
“Talking about Mrs Jenkins, I had a chat with her about the incident and she was quite assertive in her judgement of you and made some recommendations about the way you dress. She suggested a shopping trip to get proper clothing which should include suitable around-the-house attire…if you get her meaning the Pjs we discussed are her request and I shall talk to you later about her expectations in my closing the incident to her satisfaction.”
Slightly shocked, Alex kept quiet for the rest of the journey as they drove into town in George's dusty old pickup truck, the wind whipping through his hair. The local store was small but well-stocked, and George led Alex straight to the menswear department.
He began tossing pairs of white tighty whities into the cart, the fabric so thin that Alex could almost feel the breeze against his skin just by looking at them. "These are going to be your new staple," George said with a wink. Likewise, matching vests were landing in the shopping trolley with suitable shirts, shorts, and jeans along with sensible working shoes. Next, George selected suitable Pjs for Alex adorned with various childlike images and patterns. Alex was horrified until George reminded Alex that daddy knows best thereby ending the discussion.
The sales assistant blushed as George paid for their purchases, her eyes darting between the two men and the items in the cart. But George didn’t seem to care about the judgment; all that mattered was the warmth of Alex's hand in his as they left the store.
Back at the farm, George's eyes gleamed as he dressed Alex in the FOTL tighty whities, the fabric cupping his bottom and highlighting his package. The vest was then added and tucked into the tighty whities as country boys do and Alex felt strange wearing such clothes that he had not experienced since childhood. "Just right," George murmured, his voice thick with desire as he finished off dressing Alex, ready for the remainder of the day.
And as the day unfolded, the farm's rhythms became a backdrop to their burgeoning relationship. The animals and crops were not just chores anymore; they were a shared experience, a tapestry of moments that wove their lives closer together.
By late lunchtime, they were both sweaty and tired, but the sight of George's flushed face and the way his overalls clung to his muscular body had Alex's thoughts wandering to the night ahead. The farm had become a stage for their desires, a place where they could be free from the judgments of the outside world.
As they sat down to eat, George reached over and took Alex's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're doing great son," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I'm so happy to have you here."
Alex felt his heart swell with affection for the older man. "Me too Dad," he murmured, his eyes meeting George's. "This is exactly where I'm meant to be."
As they enjoyed their simple meal, the spank from that morning lingering in the air, Alex knew that this was just the beginning of a life filled with love, growth, and the occasional playful discipline that came with being George's boy.
As the sun began to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows across the fields, George took a seat on a wooden chair in the barn whilst Alex continued to put the tools away. "Come here," he called out with a chuckle, gesturing for Alex to approach. "I think it's time for you to learn the real meaning of punishment."
Alex stood in front of George. “What have I done Dad?”
"As you know, I managed to placate Mrs Jenkins’ anger through the discussion I had with her, but she insisted you've been a naughty boy, as you know and had insulted the Lord by even thinking to waste your seed. I know, I know, it’s silly what she thinks but I must placate her anger even more by providing you with a good spanking," George said, his voice a mix of severity and affection. "You're going to learn to behave around here and not to upset Mrs Jenkins. You do remember you upset her, don’t you?"
“Yes, Dad I do but it was an accident and I’m sorry,” trying to reassure George. "I'll be good, Dad," he promised, his voice breathless. "I'll do anything not to be spanked."
“Well, Mrs Jenkins insists I punish you, country style, otherwise she will resign, and we cannot have that can we? Mrs Jenkins is very tolerant and ignores our relationship and she will be hard to replace.”
“No Dad, yes Dad” was the only response Alex could produce.
“Country boys get spanked hard and son, you are no exception to this rule. I was spanked when naughty and so shall you be and Mrs Jenkins is expecting a solid spanking to pay for your behaviour, do you understand?”
“Yes Dad, I do understand but I am too old to spank don’t you think? Besides, I did not do anything, I was just sitting in the sun enjoying my time.”
“No son, you will never be too old to spank when a spanking is deserved and let us be honest, being discovered pleasuring yourself is not exactly, not doing anything is it? Now pull off your t-shirt and drop the shorts and do not forget to remove your shoes and socks.”
Alex did as instructed even though he did not want to and felt the whole incident was pathetic, but it was a new relationship between them, and he was willing to go with the flow. Alex also remembered his spanking sessions in the city with his friends and they never really hurt so this should be a piece of piss he thought as he now stood in front of George in his white vest and tighty whities.
George pulled Alex towards him and when suitably placed he slipped the white vest off Alex and then pulled down his tighty whities until they nestled at Alex’s feet ready for stepping out of. Then in one movement, Alex was over Daddy’s knees in a position he had not been in since a child with his tighty whities now lying on the ground.
Naked and immobile, the first few smacks indicated what was coming, George's hand leaving a trail of heat across Alex's bottom. He wriggled and squirmed with each smack. The pain increased, balanced with the promise of love and care. Alex had lost his erection by the time he started to cry, and George was feeling guilty knowing he had to perform his duty by continuing with the punishment. It was when Alex started to wet himself that George finally stopped as Alex lost all control of his bladder spraying his warm water all over George’s lap and down his leg. In the immediate silence afterwards, Alex just lay across George’s knees panting with no sign of arousal as one would expect, his buttocks displaying a deep shade of red that any person would have been delighted to see, a naughty boy getting his punishment as it should be delivered.
Alex needed a cuddle that much was certain, and George picked Alex up and embraced him as he sat on his lap, snuggled up against George’s chest whilst he mischievously played with his anus and Alex could feel and was starting to enjoy.
When the time was appropriate George helped him up, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now," he said, his voice gruff, "you stay like that until I say you can put your clothes back on." He kicked Alex's clothes further away with a laugh, watching his boy trying to cover himself with his hands whilst becoming aroused after his cuddle. Looking at Alex and his erection, George muttered, “And that will have to wait,” as he left the barn.
Alex's heart raced as he nodded, the cool air of the barn sending shivers down his spine. "Yes, Dad," he murmured, his voice filled with both excitement and a hint of trepidation, his nakedness the acceptance of the relationship. His bottom was certainly still on fire after the spanking and what he had experienced was not like the city spankings he had enjoyed. It hurt and suggested a lesson to avoid in future.
George returned sometime later to find Alex still standing where he had been told, naked and erect. This time though, George had discarded his work clothes and was standing there in his tighty whities with a very noticeable bulge.
George announced, whilst mesmerised with the sight before him, “Son, I have informed Mrs Jenkins that you have been suitably punished over my knee and she seems to be satisfied when I assured her you will not be naughty again so at least we don’t have to worry about that issue anymore. I will also tell you that she wanted to know the details of your punishment, probably more out of curiosity than anything so I told her that I stripped you naked and put you over my knee and thrashed your bottom until it was red which is not far from the truth I admit. I figured she would want to know I did not hold back.
“No Daddy we don’t want to tell her lies but please tell me you didn’t mention I wet myself, it's humiliating enough without her knowing and please can I get dressed, I don’t want her to see me like this,” Alex begged whilst rubbing his bottom because the spanking had hurt more than he realised.
“Sorry Alex, Mrs Jenkins figured you must have wet yourself because my work clothes were very wet in the lap region. She told me to take them off so she could put them in the washing machine muttering something like, naughty boys always wet themselves during a spanking. Anyway, she was incredibly happy knowing I had attended to you as she expected.”
George glanced at Alex who looked visibly horrified that Mrs Jenkins knew he had wet himself and in an attempt to cheer him up George suggested, “There's no need for you to get dressed yet because I have a lovely surprise planned which I hope you will truly enjoy,” as George took Alex’s hand and led him naked out of the barn back towards the house.
Mrs Jenkins deliberately had not left for home yet. She wanted to witness the results of the spanking if the opportunity was granted. She was traditional like that and had seen enough red bottoms to know the intensity of the punishment. When she saw George Taylor helping Alex across the yard, she could see the discomfort in Alex although she failed to see the effects of the spanking on his bottom as they walked towards the house.
She also noted that Mr. Taylor was still in his damp tighty whities because the little brat had wet himself and she felt a little surprised that Mr. Taylor had not changed into clean underwear as she had suggested. Likewise, she noted the boy’s erection as he walked with Mr Taylor’s support, but she remembered her boys getting excited for no reason. Feeling that justice had prevailed, she packed her bag and left for home suitably delighted that discipline was still handed out during these modern times.
Alex's curiosity was piqued as George led him to the bedroom, the house now their own, his hand resting on the small of Alex's back. The older man had a knowing smile as he closed the door, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Daddy has a little present for you," he said, his voice low and seductive.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a sleek, black object that made Alex's eyes widen in curiosity and a hint of trepidation. It was ten inches in length and was designed for one thing and one thing only and Alex knew exactly what it was, but George smiled broadly when he introduced it to Alex. "It's a prostate vibrator," George explained, holding it up for Alex to see. "It's going to make you feel so good, my boy. So, so good." He stroked Alex's cheek with his thumb, the gesture both gentle and firm. "And when you cum for me," he continued, "you'll understand what it truly means to be a good boy."
Alex swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving the toy. He knew George meant well, that he wanted to give him pleasure beyond what he had ever experienced before. And so, with trembling hands, he allowed the older man to guide him over his knees bending over and allowing access.
George was patient and thorough, explaining each step as he went. He coated the vibrator in a generous amount of lube, the sound of it squelching through the air. Alex felt his heart racing, his body tensing as he anticipated what was to come. But George's soothing words and the gentle stroking of his cock helped to ease the tension, replacing it with a growing sense of excitement.
As George inserted the vibrator, Alex's eyes rolled back in his head. The sensation was strange at first, a feeling of fullness that grew with every inch. But as George began to move it, the young man realized that it was not just strange—it was incredible. The toy hit all the right spots, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.
George watched him closely, his hand never stopping as he whispered words of encouragement. "That's it," he murmured. "Take it all for Daddy." His eyes were dark with desire, his cock straining against his briefs. "You're going to make Daddy so proud when you cum."
Alex felt his body tighten, the pleasure building to a crescendo. He had never felt so vulnerable, so open to another person's touch. And as George's hand moved faster, the massager working its magic, Alex knew that he was going to come harder than he ever had before.
With a cry that echoed through the room, he did just that. His orgasm was intense, his body shaking with the force of it. His cum landed on George’s briefs initially and then the remaining flowed down his leg, dribbling and cascading lower like a stream of liquid will. And as he looked up, he saw the pride in George's eyes, the love that went beyond mere companionship.
And as George pulled the massager from his body, the warmth of the afterglow suffusing his cheeks, Alex knew that he had found his place. He was George's boy, and he was ready for whatever the future held.
They walked to the bathroom hand in hand, their steps echoing in the quiet hallway. The warm water of the bath was a soothing balm on his tender skin, the scent of lavender filling the air as George helped him into the tub. The older man's hands were gentle as they washed away the remnants of their play, the suds sliding down Alex's body in a caress that left him feeling cherished and protected.
Alex was content and spent with only one thing on his mind, he wanted to please his dad in the only way he could and as he kneeled in the bath, he faced his daddy and gently pulled his tighty whities down to see his dad’s mature cock waiting for attention. George stopped what he was doing and had become fixed in his place, the anticipation being too much.
“Son, you don’t have to do this, you know” was the only sentence he could produce.
“Daddy, I want to return some pleasure to you as a thank-you present.”
With a soft smile, Alex leaned forward, his mouth open and eager. He took George's cock into his mouth, the heat of it sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His eyes never left George’s face as he began to suck, his tongue swirling around the head in a tantalizing dance that made the older man's hips buck.
The sounds of their pleasure filled the bathroom, the wet slap of skin against skin, the guttural moans that tore from George’s throat as Daniel took him deeper. He had never felt so powerful, so in control, as he watched George’s face contort with pleasure, his body writhing in response to Alex’s ministrations.
George’s hand found Alex's hair, his grip tightening as the younger man's mouth worked its magic. Alex could feel George's body tense, knew that he was close to the edge, and he redoubled his efforts, his cock aching with need. The taste of George filled his mouth, a heady mix of man and desire that made him feel alive.
And then, with a roar that shook the very foundations of the house, George came, the warmth of his release flooding Alex's mouth. The younger man swallowed, his eyes never leaving George’s face, the intensity of the moment etched into his very soul.
As George’s body went slack, Alex pulled away, his lips swollen and glistening. The love in George’s eyes was a balm to any doubts he might have had, the older man's chest heaving with the aftermath of his climax.
George climbed into the bath and sat at the other end gazing upon Alex. They sat there, in the dim light of the candles, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding coordinated. It was a moment that transcended the physical, a declaration of the love that had grown between them, a promise of forever.
The water grew cold around them, but neither man cared as they stared at each other, their breath mingling in the steamy air. They had found their place in the world, and it was right here, in the warm embrace of the house, in the quiet moments that spoke louder than any words ever could.
As they climbed into bed that night, Alex snuggled close to George who was naked for the first time in Alex's company, his body fitting perfectly against the older man's side. The heat of their shared passion had cooled, leaving only the warmth of their connection. George wrapped an arm around him, his hand resting comfortably on Alex's hip. "Sleep tight, my boy," he murmured, his voice filled with affection as he gently kissed his boy on his forehead.
Alex nodded, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation. He knew that from this moment forward, he would share George's bed, his life, and his love. As he closed his eyes, the steady rhythm of George's breath lulling him to sleep, Alex felt a sense of belonging that he had never known before.
As Alex started to drift away, he moved his arms to cuddle his new Daddy feeling his Daddy’s erection as he lay there. George did not reject Alex’s playfulness. Quite the contrary, George rolled onto his back allowing Alex the freedom to move and move he did. Alex changed direction and nestled his head in George’s groin and enveloped the raging erection and started to devour and suck his daddy for the second time that evening yet again. Alex played with the daddy’s cock and balls, his tongue exploring all the nooks and crannies of his body until daddy started to convulse with pleasure as he shot his load for a second time and Alex took it all.
Alex turned around and kissed George exchanging some of Daddy’s cum and slowly they both drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, George woke Alex up with a kiss on the forehead and a gentle nudge. "Come on, boy," he said with a chuckle. “Let’s have coffee on the porch before breakfast.”
Alex blinked sleepily as he climbed out of bed, his cock still half-hard from the dreams of the night before. He followed George to the kitchen naked having not been dressed yet, where a pot of coffee was already brewing, and the scent of pancakes filled the air. The older man was not dressed either as Alex sat there naked, dreaming about yesterday and the vibrator that had changed his perception of what an orgasm should be. His recollections aroused him until he had become fully erect with precum yet again dribbling down his cock.
George took the coffee mugs out onto the porch and Alex dutifully followed enjoying the morning sunshine. George patted his much-recovered bottom from the day before, as an invitation for his son to sit on his lap, facing out over the fields in a tight embrace of support and love. As George enjoyed his son sitting there naked like himself, he started to play with his erection. George whispered into Alex’s ear, “Daddy wants his boy to cum for him,” as Alex laid back in submission nestling his head into Daddy’s shoulder.
As Alex lay on Daddy’s chest, George could feel his boy getting closer. “Dad, I’m….” George acknowledged the words by reassuring him, “I know son, I can feel your excitement building,”
Alex stiffened as his cum started to erupt from his cock and then the first enormous spurt of cum landed on his chest. Additional spurts joined the respectable deposit with final spurts dribbling down his shaft as his daddy continued to stroke him.
“It’s okay son, you just keep going for daddy, let daddy have his fun.” Alex was now getting extremely sensitive as George continued to stroke him, the cum now becoming a white cream on his cock from the movement of Daddy’s hand. Alex felt more excitement and sensitivity flowing through his body until he could not take any more.
George stopped stroking Alex leaving him to recover from his orgasm but feeling aroused himself, George reached for the lube, his movements deliberate and filled with purpose. Alex's eyes widened slightly, a thrill of anticipation shooting through him as George lifted him gently, the cool morning air kissing his bare skin. He felt the heat of Georges’ cock, the blunt tip nudging against his entrance, a silent question that was met with an eager nod.
The older man slicked his shaft with practised ease, holding his embrace of Alex with his other arm. The younger man felt his breath catch in his throat as George lowered him back down, the tip of his cock slipping past the ring of muscle, filling him. The ease with which they moved together was a testament to the trust that had grown between them, a dance of desire that was as natural as the rhythm of the seasons.
George’s hips began to move with increasing urgency, his cock sliding in and out of Alex's tight heat. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure through Alex's body, his prostate swollen and begging for release. His eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth forming silent words of ecstasy as the pleasure grew, threatening to consume him.
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the morning air, a primitive rhythm that seemed to synchronise with the beating of their hearts. George’s grip tightened on Alex's hips, his breath coming in harsh pants as he drove deeper, pushing Alex closer and closer to the edge.
Alex's moans grew louder, his body tightening around George’s cock as he felt his orgasm approaching. The sensation was like a wildfire, spreading through him, igniting every nerve ending until he was nothing but a mass of need and pleasure. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, George reached the pinnacle, his cum spilling into Alex’s welcoming body. The younger man followed suit, his orgasm crashing over him, his cock spurting hot jets of cum onto the wooden porch for the second time that morning.
For a moment, they stayed there, joined as one, the world around them fading away. The morning air was a cool embrace, a stark contrast to the heat of their passion. As they pulled apart, their breathing still ragged, Alex felt a warmth spread through him when George whispered in his ear “Did you enjoy that son?” On this occasion, the silence of no response was answered enough.
Life on the farm became a routine but a minor disturbance occurred when George announced he had to go away for a couple of days to visit his cousin who was not well. Alex wanted to accompany him, but it was impractical because the animals still required care and attention, and Alex was the only person available.
George departed and Alex was left alone wondering how he would cope for three days without Daddy and how would he cope on the farm without his help. Alex immediately missed his dad and could not wait for his return.
However, Alex decided to spend his time well and since it was hot, minimum clothing would be required so he set about spending the whole time in his tighty whities working around the farm tending to everything.
Strangely, Mrs Jenkins was comfortable about his attire when he was making coffee one morning and she arrived for a day of housekeeping to find him in the kitchen wearing his tighty whities and the vest tucked into the waistband of his underwear. "Alexander!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and amusement, her eyes scanning his bare legs and feet. "What on earth happened to your clothes, young man?"
“Whilst Dad, sorry George, is away I plan to stay like this, and I hope you don’t mind because you are the one who suggested I should be properly dressed as a country boy.”
“Well, I had assumed you would be wearing more than your underwear but my boys used to spend all their time like you are now, and I found it perfectly acceptable for country boys to spend time feeling comfortable during the hot weather.” She said as she put the shopping bags down and wrapped her apron around her waist, ready for the day ahead.
Then, without warning, Mrs. Jenkins spoke. "Alexander, tell me, are you and Mr. Taylor in a relationship?" The question hung in the air like a misplaced note in a symphony, jolting him out of his early morning daze. He fumbled with his mug, nearly spilling the coffee. "What?" he choked out, trying to keep the surprise from his voice.
Mrs Jenkins wiped her hands on her apron, her expression unreadable. "You just called him dad and then changed it to George," she said, her tone measured. "The only reason for calling him dad is if you are an item."
"No, Mrs. Jenkins," he said finally. "Mr. Taylor, George is just a family friend." It was a lie, but a necessary one. For now, at least.
Mrs. Jenkins studied him for a moment, her eyes sharp and knowing. "I see," she said, turning back to the stove. "Well, don't let me keep you from getting dressed if you wish or remain like that. Up to you. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes."
The conversation was over, but the tension remained, thick as the smoke from the frying pan. Alex retreated to the safety of the porch for an urgent smoke to calm his nerves with his thoughts racing as a knot in his stomach tightened. Was it that obvious?
As Alex sat down to eat breakfast, Mrs Jenkins began to talk. "I want you to know, Alexander," her voice softer than usual. "I won’t judge. You know that."
Alex's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. He had not expected this. He looked up at her, his mouth full of food, unsure of what to say.
Mrs. Jenkins sighed, "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters," she continued. "But I've got to run this house, and if there's anything... inappropriate going on, I can't be exposed to it. Do you understand? The Lord is happy turning a blind eye and so will I be." She met his gaze, her expression serious but kind. "I'll turn a blind eye as I said, but I don't need to see anything. No nudity, no... you know, otherwise, I will have to punish both of you, so let’s leave it like that."
Alex felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment. "Yes, Mrs. Jenkins," he managed to murmur, pushing the food around his plate. He could not believe they were having this conversation, but a part of him was relieved. It was out in the open now, an open secret that would never be discussed again but he would have to tell George.
Alex spent the days as he planned, in his tighty whities working around the farm. Mrs Jenkins watched him a couple of times on the day of their chat and sort of admired his physical attributes and commitment to the farm and his new way of life, but she felt sad that such a beautiful boy was not following the Lord's doctrines but she now accepted George and Alex as people they are.
George was late coming back and not wanting to wake Alex, he slept in his old room.
Just as the first light of the sun painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, George shuffled out of bed, his tighty whities a picture of comfort, modesty, and ease in the early morning light. Alex's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of the man, he now called Dad or Daddy, his eyes devouring every inch of George's strong, weathered form and ran to embrace him.
“Welcome home Dad, I have missed you so much as they kissed each other in a long display of passion mixed with longing and delight at his return to the farm.”
Breaking away from their kiss, all George could say was "Morning', boy," his hands landed on Alex's bare shoulder. "Thought you could use some company,” as he turned Alex around to face outwards from the house, wrapping his arms around his boy protectively and lovingly.
Alex did not move. He just stood wrapped in Daddy’s arms feeling safe again as he dropped his head to nestle against the strong arm that held him. George's hands began to slide down his arms, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the coolness of the morning. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon, his breath hitching as George's fingertips danced along the edge of his Pjs bottoms.
Alex had a funny thought as he remembered the chat with Mrs Jenkins. She would be happy he was wearing Pjs even if only the bottoms. She would not be happy knowing that shortly, they would be at his ankles, and he would be naked in the arms of his lover, his daddy. “Dad, she knows, Mrs Jenkins knows about us, she challenged me when you were away and although I lied to her when I rejected her suspicions, she knows and said she will turn a blind eye as long as she doesn’t see anything that she dislikes.”
“Son, she has always known, she is not stupid you know and has always turned a blind eye. It was only when she caught you that time that it became an issue I had to deal with.”
“But she came right out and asked me.”
“She was playing with you I suspect, what were you doing at the time?” George asked.
“I was in my tighty whities and vest at that time, but she was not angry about that as she said that even her boys would be like that during the hot weather. She did surprise me though providing her consent to my being like that for the whole time you were away.”
“There you go, she was playing with you, but in her strange way, she was happy you were comfortable being you but wearing what she likes boys to wear. Tradition is important to her and you wearing your tighty whities is a silent agreement you have made to be traditional, so we have nothing to worry about.”
George continued to embrace Alex whilst playing with the waist of his Pj bottoms. Alex in the meantime had moved his hands to touch George’s hips and slowly pushed down the cotton material of his tighty whities until he could feel the warmth of George’s cock in his hand. Not completely happy with this feeling, Alex pushed the underpants down until they dropped to the deck of the porch.
George was now naked and erect as he inserted his hands under the Pj bottoms that Alex was wearing, gently he pushed the Pjs bottoms down allowing them to slip to the decking and he stepped out of them. They were now both naked and playing with each other.
George's hand wrapped around Alex's length, his thumb rubbing circles around the base as he gently tugged on the younger man's member. Alex gasped, his body responding immediately to the familiar touch. He leaned back into George's embrace, the warmth of the older man's chest seeping into his back as the hand on his cock grew more insistent.
“Daddy, if you continue to excite me like this I’m going to cum.”
“That’s okay son, you just cum for Daddy when you are ready,” George responded.
They stood there for what felt like an eternity, the only sound of their ragged breaths mingling in the quiet of the dawn. Alex felt cherished, protected, and loved in a way he never had before. The world outside the farm did not matter anymore; all that existed was George's touch and the safety of his arms as his body stiffened in another orgasm, shooting his cum into the cotton material of his Pjs that lay on the floor.
The sound of the coffeemaker gurgling to life inside the house was a gentle reminder that the day was truly beginning. George released him with a final squeeze, his eyes filled with affection. "Breakfast's ready," he said, his voice thick with want. "Let's go inside and eat before we get too distracted."
Alex nodded, his legs feeling like jelly as he followed George back into the warm embrace of the house. The promise of pancakes and a day of work and play on the farm lay ahead, but for now, all he could focus on was the steady beat of his heart and the feeling of George's hand on his naked bottom guiding him.
Their morning ritual had changed but in the best way possible. The farm was no longer just a place to work; it was their home, a sanctuary where they could explore their desires without fear of judgment. As they sat down to eat, Alex knew that no matter what the future held, he had found his place.
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months and months into years. The farm grew more prosperous under their combined care, and their bond grew stronger with each passing day. The discipline and structure that George brought to their relationship was a comfort to Alex, a reminder that he was loved and cared for. The daily baths, the shaving, the vibrator, the sex, and the love all became a way of life.
As for the spankings, they occasionally happened when Mrs Jenkins's sensibilities had been compromised and required satisfaction. On one occasion, she had even insisted on watching Mr. Taylor dole out a required spanking when Alex had forgotten her weekly schedule. On this occasion, in the barn, she sat on the chair as if in the cinema, the only thing missing was the popcorn as George brought Alex in, already stripped to his tighty whities and vest. She sat there and watched as Alex took off his vest and slipped out of his tighty whities, erection at the ready and waited for George to bend him over the bench.
This time, she commented, “I guess young man, that erection will have to wait for later because you are going to lose it shortly. Punishment is the Lord’s way of payback for misbehaviour,” as George bent him over and started to spank him.
