Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2024 19:50:54 +0000
From: marcel.park <marcel.park@proton.me>
Subject: The blacksmith's sons - Chapter 1

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This story is a work of fiction and for mature readers only.
It depicts sexual acts between males of all ages.
If stories of this nature offend you, or if you are under the age of
consent, please stop reading.

The blacksmith's sons - Chapter 1
By Marcel Park (marcel.park@proton.me)
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Arthan lived a relatively peaceful life in a chaotic, unforgiving city,
working as a blacksmith for the King's army. He worked and lived in a
simple home, with his two sons, Arthur and Jeremias. Arthur was the
oldest at 15 and, with their mother gone, was responsible for caring for
his younger 10 year old brother Jeremias. As most of the commoners of the
kingdom, Arthan and his family were extremely poor. While his dad was
forging armor and weapons, Arthur was forced to frequent brothels and
sell himself to perverted drunk men, mostly soldiers spending their
pocket change on a bit of fun. His father knew all about the things that
Arthur had to endure for the family, servicing 20 to 30 men per day,
often many at once and he was extremely proud of his sacrifice. He felt
it his duty to prepare his son every morning by gently stretching out his
hole since his clients would never care for his safety. This early spring
morning as usual, Jeremias waited behind a grey curtain as Arthan
prepared his son. Jeremias didn't know what they were up to and he wasn't
allowed to look or ask questions until he was older, but he had a good
idea that it was naughty. On a crude wooden table, Arthur laid on his
back, removed his undergarments and raised his knees in the air, his
developed teenage sex organ and anus fully exposed and accessible. Having
began puberty a bit over a year ago, he now proudly wore a small tuft of
pubic hair over his heavy 7 inch penis, resting flat against his belly.
His hairy scrotum dangled low, above his pink hole, revealed between two
spread rosy cheeks. His father brought a bucket of water that he
pre-heated on his forge a moment ago. He wetted a rag in the water and
positioned himself between his son's raised legs. He started by gently
washing his son's anal region with the rag, pressing a bit when he went
over his entrance. Once he was clean and relaxed, he rubbed a bit of oil
and started slowly pushing his index finger inside him. As it usually
happens around this time, Arthur started getting an erection. His penis
grew quickly with each heartbeat, his foreskin slowly retracting around
his head as it engorged with blood. Arthan was used to seeing his son get
aroused from his penetrating finger and enjoyed the fact that it gave him
pleasure. After pushing it in until the knuckle a few times, he
introduced his middle finger as well, stretching his son's anal opening a
little more. He loved probing his son's wet, warm insides and learned
more about his anatomy every day. Arthur couldn't help but moan and
squeal from the sensation of his father's fingers finding his prostate.
He held his feet high to give him as much access as possible. Soon, his
hole became accustomed to the invading fingers and he needed something a
little bigger to continue the preparation. Arthan slowly removed his
fingers from his son and used the rag to clean them. He rinsed it in the
bucket full of warm water and dragged it over his son's anus once more.
Then, having no other choice, he unbuttoned his pants and took out his 8
inch penis to continue the routine. He was already rock hard from seeing
his son so excited and grateful of his love. He lined up the tip of his
penis with Arthur's anal entrance and pushed. He had an unusually
enormous mushroom head, so pushing it past the sphincter was always the
biggest challenge. He went slowly, watching his son's face for any signs.
Suddenly, his head broke through and he sank in, feeling his son's
muscles instantly contract behind his big head, firmly trapping it
inside. He slowly slid his entire length all the way in until his belly
made contact with his son's balls. Arthan stayed there for a while,
enjoying Arthur's warmth around his penis, looking straight in his eyes.
"How's that, son?"
"It's prefect, dad... thank you so much, I don't know what I'd do without
you".
"It's alright son, it's my job. Ready for the next part?"
"I'm ready".
"Here is starts...", said Arthan as he began thrusting his cock in and
out of his son, first slowly, then with increasing pace.
They both started moaning loudly as Jeremias got ready behind the
curtain. He was a really good kid, knowing that his dad and brother
struggled with money, he tried to take care of most things for himself.
He poured heated water into the bathing bucket shared by his family. He
stepped in and enjoyed the warmth surrounding his naked body. This was
it, the perfect feeling, he thought. After this moment of bliss, he stood
up in the bucket and started scrubbing himself with a rag. First, his
face, then his chest, arms and armpits, then his belly and his back, or
as much as he could reach, then his smooth pubic region, always starting
with his little 3 inch penis, making sure to retract the foreskin all the
way to wash his sensitive purple head, then his tight balls and taint,
then a quick pass into his crack, pressing around his hole just like his
dad taught him and finishing up with this legs and feet. He was showing
quite an impressive discipline for his age. A few more splashes of water
and he was done.
At that point, Arthan and Arthur were approaching climax. Arthur's
preparation always ended with both of them cumming. Arthan thrusted one
last time into his son's ass as deeply as he could, shooting his sperm
into the crevices of his colon. At the same time, Arthur sprayed his seed
on his chest and belly, moaning so loudly that Jeremias knew they were
nearly done whatever they were doing back there. Arthan slowly pulled his
cock out of his son, making a pop sound when his cock head cleared the
sphincter and cleaned it with the warm rag. His son was now ready for the
day ahead.
"Thank you, dad", said Arthur with a big smile on his face.
"Of course, son, now get cleaned up and ready. You make sure to be
careful at work".
Arthan came out of the curtain to find his youngest son still sitting in
his bucket of water, playing with his erect cock, as he always did after
washing himself. Jeremias would play with his favorite toy any chance he
got and Arthan could never get him to stop fiddling with it, even in
public.
"What are you doing there, son?"
"Nothing... I'm all done washing up", replied Jeremias proudly.
"Stand up, let me see".
Jeremias stood up like his father asked and presented himself for
inspection, standing straight in the bucket, proudly showing his
erection. Arthan raised his arms up and smelled his armpits, all clean
there. He then took Jeremias's rock hard willy in one hand and retracted
his foreskin with his index finger and thumb. He could feel it throb with
each of his son's heartbeats. He leaned down sniffing the shiny cock head
of his young boy. Nearly no smell there either. Lastly, he asked him to
turn around and bend down. He took Jeremias's butt cheeks and spread them
out to reveal his pink hairless hole. He pushed his nose right against
it, feeling his boy's hole tighten at the contact. Pristinely clean down
there too except for the normal slightly musky scent, Arthan was
impressed.
"Now that's what a good clean boy looks like", he said proudly as he gave
a gentle tap on his bum. "Now enough playing with your cock, boy, get out
and dry yourself, we have a long day ahead".

Jeremias didn't need to be told twice, he stepped out of the bucket and
quickly dried himself. He only wore a loose pair of shorts full of holes
held up by a rope and a pair of sandals. After his brother left for the
pleasure house, Arthan tended to the forge and they both began their
difficult day. Arthan's workshop laid in front of the house, facing a
busy street on which vendors haggled, soldiers patrolled and beggars
begged the myriad of passing strangers. Jeremias normally made sure to
keep the forge going, working the blower and adding wood, while his dad
hammered away on the anvil. Every so often he would get distracted and
touch himself under his shorts, sometimes even mindlessly taking out his
boner or exposing his bum. This often led to many remarks from passer
by's, just as today, when finding himself in a bout of boredom waiting
for his father's next orders, he took out his penis and balls and started
making funny shapes with them.
"Oh my", said a passing young lady to her young male companion, "look at
that big boy!"
Arthan turned around and gave him the usual scolding for being indecent.
"Boys will be boys", she said giggling as she walked away.

They worked in this manner until sundown, when they finally stopped for a
bite of bread, drenched in sweat from their hard work. Although unusual,
Arthan decided to take his son with him and meet with Arthur at the
brothel so that they could all walk home together. It was only a short
walk up the street until the dark tavern door that housed the brothel
upstairs presented itself.
"Wait here", said Arthan to his son.
Jeremias watched his father enter the tavern and walk up to a fat wealthy
man that seemed to be the owner. He waited for a while, watching
countless men enter and leave the establishment until his brother and
father came out, accompanied by the same fat man. His brother looked
spent and dirty, smelling awful, still covered in partially dried cum on
his cheeks and hair.
"The day's wages...", said the fat man, handing a pouch of money to his
dad.
Then, he slowly turned towards Jeremias and eyed him from tip to toe for
what seemed like an eternity.
"He's not for sale", said his dad sternly.
"In time", said the man as he turned around and entered the tavern,
closing the door behind him.
Arthur sighed while looking at his two boys, took their hands and then
led the way back home.