I picked up the bag but noticed it was quite heavy. Since people frequently threw their trash out as they drove down the road, and since I was in charge of keeping the place looking halfway decent, I always picked up any trash I saw around the farm. One day, when I walked to the road to check the mail (I didn't get much but it was always worth the trip to the box), I noticed a brown paper bag lying in the ditch near the box. I couldn't really afford to take a girl out on regular dates so I just stayed at home most of the time. I longed for a girlfriend but didn't try to meet one because I knew I really had nothing to offer. It was, all in all, a glorious experience for a horny young man except that I had no one to play with. Some nights I'd sit on the front porch nude and play with my cock until the wee hours. I'd often go out and lay down in the fields or the woods, strip and jack off, always hidden from the road. It was actually quite comfortable, except on those muggy nights when I'd sweat even if I was sleeping only in my underwear.īeing a young, horny man, I also spent a lot of time masturbating and the privacy of the house allowed me to become a little kinky. On really hot nights, if the air conditioner wasn't working, I'd sleep on the screened in back porch. The owner kept promising to fix it but I didn't push it since I wanted to keep my arrangement. Some days it was great, others it would blow cold air at all. The house had a single window air-conditioner that worked off and on.
At night, I'd watch TV in the old ramshackle house. I spent quite a few days just wandering around through the woods exploring. The house was rent-free, as were the utilities. He paid me a modest salary and I loved it because I really didn't have much to do.
His main goal was to have someone living in the old family home so it wouldn't get vandalized while he was living in another state. I occasionally did a few other minor chores around the farm when the owner asked me to. I checked on the cows once a day and fed them hay in the winter. The farm consisted of a little over 200 acres of fields and woods and was home to about 20 head of scrubby cows. I had been lucky enough after high school to land a job as the caretaker of the farm the house was on. The house was a rental and sat about 500 feet back from the road, nestled among some very old and beautiful oak trees. My house was several miles from the nearest neighbor, at least by road anyway.
I was a young man living alone in an old country house.