The gravel crunched under Sebastian’s shoes; they were covered in dust and grime, and though he had managed to wash his clothes a few times on his way to this lost part of the United States, money was running out. The few possessions he had managed to snatch away on his way out of his parents’ house weighed on his back.
A painful reminder that at barely eighteen, all his future prospects had been swept under the rug.
He slumped against a rock, cushioned by the pads of his backpack. His eyes burned from tiredness, and all his joints and muscles ached.
He had graduated from high school with a collection of trophies and accolades, shiny trinkets from his short but successful career as the school’s star quarterback.
Over the years, he had trained his body to endure pain and grown to withstand the hardships of football.
But all of it seemed pointless.
The life he had so carefully crafted, the image he had painstakingly put out, had been thrown in the trash.
All because his parents had discovered his dirty little secret.
Sebastian loved cock more than pussy, and a little conservative town wasn’t going to accept a gay golden boy.
Least of all his father and mother.
He blinked away a few tears; they came out more because of exhaustion than from the loss of those he had left behind.
What he hadn’t expected was them emptying his bank accounts to add insult to injury.
Sebastian took his phone out of his pocket. The screen was cracked, the battery was low, but enough to call emergency services if needed.
If he had service, that is. His grip tightened.
He was close to his destination, but this backwater road wouldn’t be of any help.
He had replied to an online ad.
Farmhand needed, no experience required.
Only a strong back.
Free housing and food, and small financial compensation.
A phone number was written at the end.
The picture of the man at the top of the profile had entranced Sebastian.
He was his type, early thirties, masculine features and dark eyes. He had hesitated at first, but felt a sense of relief when he did send out his application.
The response came relatively fast, and after a short back and forth, he was set for the trip.
Shaun wired him a small amount of money, and that’s how Sebastian ended up in the middle of nowhere.
He rose to his feet and continued hiking through the woods, the pine trees fragrant with sap and birds tweeting the day away on their branches.
When he reached the top of a hill, he saw an expanse of fields and meadows, and a modest farmhouse in the middle. Its tired red walls were bright against the wilderness, the only bastion of civilization.
Sebastian breathed in deeply in an attempt to ease the tension festering in the pit of his stomach.
Then, he hurried down the slope, the punishing sun pushing him to reach the house’s porch in record time.
One, two, three, four steps, and he was on the landing, the wood flooring squeaking underfoot. He knocked hesitantly. When no answer came, he proceeded more fervently.
A slim man about two inches smaller than him opened the door. He had dark brown eyes and slicked-back hair.
“Ain’t gonna introduce yourself?” He said with a commanding, yet soothing voice.
“Huh, sorry, sir,” Sebastian readjusted his backpack. “I’m a bit groggy from the walk. I’m Sebastian Connolly.”
Shaun leaned into the door frame. “Did you travel all right?”
“Yes, thank you,” Sebastian glanced back. “I didn’t think the farm would be so… far from everything.”
“That’s how I like it,” Shaun straightened, tan skin showing under his wrinkled shirt. “Are you a runaway or something? You’re over 18, right? I won’t take you if you’re not.”
“Yeah, sir,” Sebastian confirmed, avoiding staring at the other man’s exposed chest. “I’m no runaway, just needed a fresh start.”
“So, you’re a drifter of sorts.”
Sebastian looked down. “Guess so…”
“Come in, you look like you need a drink.”
Shaun led him through the corridor. Pictures of landscapes and portraits adorned the walls. Some of the paint was chipped, but otherwise, the house appeared well-kept.
The kitchen was small and opened to a living room with an impressively sized flat screen surrounded by shelves filled with books.
“You like movies?”
“I do, mostly horror and action stuff,” Sebastian revealed. “You?”
“Bit of this, bit of that,” Shaun opened the fridge and cracked two beers open. “You like some beer, I hope.”
“I do, bro. Thanks,” Sebastian gulped half of it, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Shaun scoffed. “Bro?”
“Sir, I meant sir, sorry,” Sebastian apologized.
“Easy lad, no need to fret… how did you come across my ad, anyway?” Shaun sat on one of the stools, and Sebastian was left standing.
Sebastian shrugged. “I just need a place to crash. I’ll work hard, I won’t be any trouble.”
“I’m sure you won’t be,” Shaun put his beer on the granite counter. “Do you know the first thing about being a farmhand, boy?”
“Figured I’ll be cleaning and helping you on the farm… like milk cows and shear sheep,” Sebastian remained still, a deer caught in headlights.
Shaun laughed out loud, though not mockingly. “And much more, but you’ll find out soon enough. No sheep shearing here, sorry to disappoint.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t really brought up on a farm,” Sebastian said numbly.
“I pinned you as a city boy the moment I saw you.”
“I’m sure I’ll do well,” Sebastian affirmed decisively.
Shaun smirked. “Depends if you can follow instructions, or not.”
Sebastian’s green eyes shot up. He noticed Shaun’s mischievous smile. “I can, sir. I’m a fast learner.”
Shaun dragged his fingers on his chair. “I think you’ll enjoy most of it, but this ain’t gonna be easy. I’ll put that body of yours to good use.”
Shaun stared at him in a way that made him feel small. Sebastian’s cheeks burned and the idea that he had come to the farm for all the wrong reasons pounded in his head. He held on to his drink with both hands, focusing on the bottle; he wasn’t so sure about his decision anymore. Regret shot through his body.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come,” he dropped the beer bottle on a piece of furniture. “I’ll find a job and give you your money back. Shit...”
He started to make his way toward the door, but was stopped dead in his track by a firm him.
Sebastian slapped it away with force.
“Easy, boy,” Shaun massaged the spot Sebastian had hit. “I don’t know what you’ve got up to up to this point, but I promise you’ll be safe here.”
“Man, I don’t want to be like this,” Sebastian growled.
“What? A fag? Is that what people called you? Maybe worse…” Shaun put his hands up in the air and his expression softened. “You weren’t very discreet checking me out.”
Sebastian didn’t answer, averting the other man’s eyes.
“You’re gay, or whatever,” Shaun laughed. “Big deal.”
“I’m just confused,” Sebastian admitted. “I had girlfriends before, I could get it up, I…”
“Maybe you like pussy and dick, maybe you just like dick. I don’t really care,” Shaun patted Sebastian’s shoulder, sending shivers down his spine. “This place could help you find your way.”
Sebastian’s mind wandered back to the day his parents discovered him jacking off to two guys blowing each other. They’d searched his entire internet history to see how far his transgression went, and the more they dug, the more they found.
His father had smashed his computer to pieces that day, and trashed his room. An hour later, Sebastian was on the sidewalk and he was only met by closed doors.
“Are you gonna put me to work, or not?”
“I will, could use a strong jock like you for sure,” Shaun said. “I’ll let you settle down before we get serious about your chores.”
His scent hit Sebastian violently, the faint smell of sweat mixed with deodorant. His cock twitched as his face flushed red with embarrassment..
“Something’s wrong?”
“No-No, I’m fine,” Sebastian blurted.
“Sweet, also, I hope you don’t mind waking up early.”
After tucking his things away in the hall, he followed Shaun under the scorching sun.
To be continued..
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