Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2008 14:10:20 -0600 From: jim ready Subject: Prince Terence and the boy. chapter 1 This is a fictional story. The characters and events described herein are fictitious. If you are offended by sex or sexual acts between two consenting males, or by a relationship between an older man and a significantly younger one please do not read any further. For the rest of you who don't read on and enjoy. Let me know what you think. Prince Terence and the boy Chapter 1 He wasn't sure what he was going to do. He had never known anything other than his village. He sat at the side of the road contemplating what he would do for food and lodging. He sat with his head in his hands going over what had happened to get him in trouble and thrown out. All he had done was take an egg. One stupid egg and he was homeless. Down the road a ways, Prince Terence was riding his horse on his way back to his home, after concluding some business in the ajorning town. He was lost in thought about the state of things in this part of the country, trying to figure a way to make things better. There has to be a way of helping he thought. He was so lost in thought that he didn't see the young lad sitting on the road and almost rode over him. At the last second he looked up to see his progress in getting home when he noticed the lad sitting there and had to move the horse quickie or there would be an accident, "What are you doing sitting on the road?" Terence asked with heated voice. Now noticing that the boy was crying. "What is your name and why are you crying?" he asked. The boy realizing that someone was talking to him looked up to see a young man sitting on his horse looking at him. "My name sir is Jonathan" he said between sobs. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you Sir. I'm "wiping the tears from his eyes with what remained of his shirt." I'm crying because I don't have anywhere to live as I was thrown out of my village for taking an egg." Jonathan stated. "And why did you take the egg Jonathan?" Terence asked. "I was hungry sir." Was his reply. "How old are you Jonathan?" Terence asked. "I'm 13 sir" came his reply, not knowing why this young man would be asking. "When was the last time you had a bath boy. You smell worse than my horse?" Terence asked even as he realized that the tone of his voice was not very friendly. "I went swimming in the pond just the other day sir." So I take that you have no food and no place to stay this night other than what you can forge for yourself then, Terence asked. More kindly this time. That is true sir. Do you know whose land this is boy? No sir. Well these lands from the town down the road to the next 3 towns belong to me. I am the lord of this land, I am on my way home from meeting with the village elders, and I am trying to figure out how to make things better for the people who live on my land. I can't ride past someone who is homeless and hungry without trying at least to help them. You obviously have not job now. So follow me to my home and I will see what I can do for you. For starters you will take a bath and we shall see to getting you something to wear other than rags." Terence stated. Without waiting for a reply from the lad Terence started walking his horse towards home. The lad not knowing and difference followed as he was instructed. Prince Terence couldn't stop thinking about the boy. Would he work out, working at his house? What would he do? And what did he look like under all that dirt? Terence was so caught up in his thoughts that if it wasn't for the fact that the horse knew the way home he might have road past the turn to take him home. Jonathan followed the prince. He wasn't sure what he was going to do for him as he had very little in the way of skills. He had helped the carpenter of his village for a summer but didn't really get to do more than clean up some. He had also helped the village healer who was kind and explained what she was doing and why. He liked her. She never said an unkind word to him. She always took the time to explain so he understood. She was sad to see him leaving but knew the reasons for it. They arrived at the castle about 2 hours later. Prince Terence was glad that his trip was over and Jonathan was glad to not be walking anymore, his feet hurt really badly and he had worked up a good sweat walking here. Prince Terence dismounted his horse and handed the reins to a young boy about 10 years old, who came from the barn to retrieve the horse. Terence smiled at the boy and the boy smiled at Terence after giving him a bow of respect. "Take good care of him Tommy; he's had a long trip." I will sir came his reply. Terence proceeded to enter the house motioning for Jonathan to follow. Pointing at a door on the left side of the hall Terence told Jonathan to go in and wait for him. Jonathan did as he was told; when he entered the room he noticed there was a hole in the floor with water inside. Looking around he noticed that there were glass bottles filled with liquid and cloths on a shelf. Some of them large and others small. He saw a bench and went and sat down to wait for Prince Terence. He didn't have long to wait. Prince Terence pointed out the bath room to Jonathan and told him to go in and wait for him. He watched as the boy did as asked. Terence then went to the kitchen to talk to the cook. He asked that she make up some stew and bread as he had a guest whom would be hungry after getting cleaned up. She bowed and said there was a lot left over from dinner last night and she would heat it up right away. Terence then went to his room to see about getting some better clothes for the boy to wear. The rags he had on would need to be burned as they were not much to use for anything other than fuel. Not having any extra pants that would fit the boy he grabbed one of his long shirts. It would have to do for now he thought. Taking the shirt with him he went to the bath room, to find Jonathan sitting on the bench in there. "Please stand up boy. He did. "Now I can't keep calling you boy so, do you mind if I call you john? No sir you can call me what ever you wish. Good John it is. You may call me either Sir or Terry as I prefer to leave the title for court. As you wish sir, I mean Terry. Said john blushing at having used the mans first name. Good, good, terry said. Now let's see to your odder, I won't have people staying with me that smell like last month dead fish. So please start removing those rags and step down into the water. You will find that it is warm not cold like the ponds and lakes around here. I like to bath in warm water so I had a fire pit made under it so as to keep it warm. John was surprised at the thought of having a warm bath without having to heat the water first. He started to remove his clothes but stopped when it came to his loin cloth. Terry watched and waited as John removed his clothing. He had reminding feeling in his groin again. The same feeling he gets every time he sees some young man naked. If he didn't do something quick he would be full blown shortly. Seeing john stop at his loin cloth he looked up and asked what the problem was. "I'm not used to someone seeing me with out clothing Terry. The last time one of the local boys saw me swimming he made fun of me for my size down there." He said looking down. "Well I wont make fun of you john, you go ahead and remove that garment and get into the water. Then we will see about getting you cleaned up. John, hearing the caring tone in Terry's voice decided to go ahead and remove the cloth. Terry was watching intently at this point. He had been wondering after the boy's statement what he might be shy about. Could he be like Tommy, only a few inches long with no hair or maybe smaller even. The thoughts were driving him wild. His own sex was starting to fill out, but he couldn't take his eyes off this young boy. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer so he started to remove his cloths as well as he was going to make sure the lad was clean. Watching out of the corner of his eyes, he proceeded to remove his cloths and fold them neatly on the other bench. He stopped and watched as john slowly untied the knot that held the sides of his loincloth together. One side dropping down some to reveal bear skin. The boy had no pubic hair yet Terry noted. At least none that he could see as John was holding the remainder of the cloth with his fore arm while untying the other side. John was nervous about being nude in front of another man as he had been picked on for his size. Holding the front of the cloth to cover himself, he let the back fall down, opening his legs a little he let the cloth fall from between his legs. Now all that kept his humiliation hid was the cloth which he held in front of himself. John watched as Terry removed his clothing and folding them as he placed them on the other bench. Terry now had his back to the young boy so John couldn't see just how excited he was. John couldn't take his eyes off Terry's white behind. Those 2 globes of white flesh which looked like they may have been sculpted by a master carver. Terry knew that the boy would be watching him so he didn't turn around while getting undressed. He waited until he was fully nude be for stepping into the water with his back to the lad. Once in the tub he turned to watch the lad standing there with a wide eyed look on his face. "You will have to remove that cloth if you're going to get in the water john, terry said. John looked up with amazement and open mouth. Umm pardon me sir but what are you doing in the water? He asked. Well Terry said quite calmly, there are parts of you that you may not be able to clean properly so I'm going to help you. I too am sweaty from my long ride. And I refuse to eat my meals unclean. So remove that rag and step into the tub. So ends chapter 1. Please feel free to comment on this story. This is my first attempt at writing for a very long time. Comment may be sent to jorgen401@hotmail.com Thank you.