Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 03:13:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Randy Howard Subject: Wanted / Incest / Chapter 4 Wanted By Randy Howard Chapter Four Previously in chapter three: When James got downstairs and into the kitchen, James froze, when he saw a man standing there. "Well hello Jimmy boy, is this where you live now," the man said gruffly. James looked over to the side and saw Mrs. Murphy lying on the floor in a pool of blood. "No..." James began to shout, but the man threw his hand over James' mouth, silencing the boy. "Now, now boy, there's no need to be calling for help," the man whispered, pulling the boy out the back door. "I know someone that is looking for you," he said and James' heart filled with fear as he saw his happiness fade away. Now chapter four: "Please Larry... don't do this to me," James begged, trying to reach a soft spot in the officer's heart. "You got away clean, I never gave you away to the police," James said. "Yeah well, there is no need for me to worry now Jimmy boy, because once Andy is done with you, you won't be able to rat on anyone," Larry said pulling the boy to his car. "No please don't Larry...where are you taking me," he asked. "To the usual place, but now that its been raided, it'll be empty," Larry said laughing. Larry hit the trunk button on his remote and the trunk popped open. He gave a quick look around, before hitting James on the head, knocking him unconscious and placing him in the trunk. "Sorry about the accommodations, but I can't take any chances of you being seen," Larry said to himself, slamming the trunk shut. When James came to, his mind was filled with fear, but almost immediately his resolve to survive kicked in and he felt his surroundings, looking for a way to escape. He wiggled around in the dark, searching for something, anything that would allow him to break out. Searching...feeling, James finally felt what seemed to be a long metal bar, grabbing it, he worked at the trunk. But from the inside, he could not get enough leverage to pry the trunk open. Frustrated and worried, he remembered his cell phone, he felt his jeans for the pocket that had his cell phone, and when he located it, he pulled it out. "Oh God let this work," James prayed, opening his cell phone. He dialed the number that Will gave him earlier, and waited for him to answer. "James, do you miss me already," Will, mused. "Dad help me, Larry has me and is taking me to the warehouse on Columbus Avenue. You know the one that they raided, Andy is waiting for me there," James cried. "Where are you son," Will, asked darting once again from the precinct still listening to James. "Larry has me in the trunk of his car, but he thinks that I'm still unconscious from when he hit me. Please dad hurry, Andy is going to kill me," he said loosing his calmness. "I'm coming son, try to stall them," Will, said getting into his unmarked cruiser. "I promise you son, I will save you," he assured him, "it's my duty as a dad, son." *** James could sense the car turning, and coming to a stop. He knew that he had been unconscious, but for how long he didn't know. "Larry can't be here already," he thought but then the car resumed moving. "A stop light or sign, that's why he stopped," he thought again. His heart raced when he heard the sounds of sirens but soon it passed the car, and immediately his heart sank in despair. Turning and stopping, he tried to imagine just where he was. It was when he heard the sound of a train that he knew he was close to the warehouse. "Please dad hurry, I'm almost there," he whispered into the phone. "I'm on Main Street son, just a couple more blocks," Will, said and James felt the car and then the engine stop. "He stopped dad, we're at the warehouse," he said, his tears falling freely. "I'm coming son... stall them," Will said. James heard the driver's door open, close and he knew that Larry was coming to get him. He waited, prayed and when Larry didn't open the trunk, his hope rebounded. "I got him in the trunk sir," he heard Larry say. "I knocked him unconscious so he wouldn't give me any problems." "If you killed him slave, you'll take his place," James heard Andy say. James heard the sound of the trunk's lock clicking, and he knew that it was open. Larry lifted the trunk, and the sunlight momentarily blinded James. When Larry bent to grab James, James swung the crowbar, hitting Larry in the head. "Aaaaggghhh fuck, the little bastard hit me," he screamed, falling back, grabbing his head where his blood was freely falling. "Just grab the brat," Andy ordered, but Larry was hurting to much to move. James sprang from the trunk and ran, his legs covered ground like a greyhound dog chasing that rabbit with Andy in hot pursuit. Andy was still recovering from his injury and could not keep up with the boy. He stopped and took out his pistol, aimed... Bam...Bam, the sound of gunshots and James hit the ground. *** Chad woke and could hear Mathew breathing and he could tell that he was still asleep. He snuggled closer to his lover, contented and in love. "Mmmmorning babe," Mathew moaned. "I love the feel your body against mine," he said pushing back against Chad. Mathew turned, snuggled tightly into Chad's arms, and placed a kiss on Chad's lips. Chad pulled him closer, their mouths were on fire, Chad looked into Mathew's eyes and then kissed him hard... long and with all the passion his heart held for Mathew. "I love you Matt, deeper than anyone that I have loved," Chad said, still overwhelmed that this boy could love him. "I love you also sweetheart," Mathew said. "How about we fix breakfast and then unpack your things," Chad suggested, because one thing he hated was chaos, and Mathew's boxes were strewn about the bedroom. "Sounds good babe, can I take a shower, I'm still sticky from last night," he said. "You shower and I'll make coffee and breakfast," Chad said. Mathew showered while Chad made the coffee and then began frying up the bacon. Chad had just placed the last of the bacon on the plate when Mathew entered the kitchen, carrying an old shoe box. "How do you like your eggs," Chad asked, turned and he was looking at the box that Mathew was carrying. "What's with the box Matt?" he asked grabbing an egg. "Over easy and please don't break the yokes. Oh this, its just some things that belonged to my mom," he told him. "Listen to you... already you're giving me orders," Chad mused. "I'm not ordering you babe, just telling you how I like my eggs, after all you did ask me." Mathew set the box down on the table and cut the tape that was holding the box closed. He opened the box and the first thing he saw were old photographs. "Who are those of?" Chad asked, looking at the pictures as he set Mathew's breakfast on the table. "I guess relatives and friends of my mom," he said picking up a piece of bacon. "This one here is my mom and I would suspect my dad," he said still looking at the picture that showed a couple in love. The young man in the picture was leaning against a Mustang and had his arms around Mathew's mom who was leaning against him. The couple, or at least his mother was smiling and the man was nuzzling her neck. "I had a Mustang just like that, back in the day," Chad said and then grabbed the picture from Mathew's hand, staring intensely at it. "What's wrong babe, you look like you've seen a ghost," Mathew asked, noticing the change in Chad's demeanor. "Are there anymore shots of your dad," he asked, setting the picture down in front of him. Mathew rummaged through the photos and found one that looked like it had been taken for a school yearbook, and handed it to Chad after he looked at it. "I know this is my dad, my mom once showed me this picture. She told me it was his graduation picture. Chad turned the picture over; it was handwritten on it... To my best girl ever, I love you, and it was signed with a capital C. He handed back the picture and got up, leaving the room. "Where are you going babe," Mathew asked, surprised by Chad's sudden departure. Several minutes later when Chad hadn't appeared, Mathew went looking for him, and found him sitting on the bed with a Yearbook beside him. "What's wrong Chad," Mathew asked, sitting down beside him. "Here... look," Chad said handing him the book. Mathew opened it to the page that Chad had had an old concert ticket sticking out and his eyes widened, when he saw the picture with writing under it... To my darling Chad...lovers 4ever, it said and Mathew noticed that it was his mom. Mathew looked at the name underneath the picture and it read, Chadwick MacDaniels. "I don't understand Chad, you knew my mother?" Mathew said. "Yeah, I knew her, in the biblical since," he said, standing up and going to the window. "What are you saying, you did my mom?" "Do I have to spell it out for you Matt?" he said turned, and looked down at Matt. "I'm your father." Mathew just sat there in shock, unable to voice his thoughts. He hurried to the kitchen and got the picture of his mom and dad. When he got back, he set the shoebox down on the bed, took out the picture and compared his dad's picture with Chad's. "You... you are my father," Mathew said in shock, looking over at Chad, who was quiet, still standing at the window. Mathew rummaged through the box and finally found what he was looking for, his birth certificate. "This says father unknown," Mathew said after examining the certificate. "That's because she may have been protecting me," Chad told him. "Your mother came from a very well to do family and mine... well just my parents didn't rub elbows in the same circles as her parents." "I remember seeing my grandfather once, but he wouldn't even look at me. Mama said that he was a hard man and never forgave her for getting pregnant." "Mathew, believe me when I tell you son," and Mathew looked up when Chad called him that. "I never knew she was pregnant...never." "How can you not know, you were going together," Mathew said, feeling anger growing inside him. "You're just like all the other guys that get their girlfriends pregnant. You run off when the fun is over and leave the woman to raise the child." Mathew was judging Chad, and it hurt Chad that Mathew didn't believe him. "I can see how you would think that," Chad said, tears were rolling down his cheeks when he walked out of the bedroom. "Well fuck you too, you ran out on my mom and know you're running out on me. I don't need you, I've done just fine without a father," he screamed, and then heard the front door slam, Chad was gone. *** James lifted his head and saw Andy, he was lying face down on the ground in a pool of blood, and Will was standing just feet from James, his arm still raised and his gun pointing at Larry. "Drop it Larry, don't make me shoot you," Will said. "You're going to have to, because I'm not going to go to prison," he said, raising his arm and aiming at Will. BAM! BAM! Larry dropped his gun and then fell to the ground... dead. "James, are you alright," Will asked kneeling beside his son. "You kept your word dad, you saved me," James said crying on Will's chest while the young police captain held him. "I told you son, its my job as your father," he said, kissing the top of his son's head. "No one has ever kept their word to me, not even mama. She told me that she would be back when they took her by ambulance to the hospital. But she lied and she died that night, leaving me a ward of the state, which was a fate worse than death," he said between sobs. "I'll always keep my word to you son, come on, lets get you home," he said, helping James to his feet. James was weak and Will swept him up into his arms and carried him to his car. "I love you James and dad will always be here to love and protect you," he whispered before setting him in the car. "Give me a few minutes to take care of things here and then we'll go home." "I love you so much daddy," James said pulling Will down, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. "I'm happy that you're my daddy," and the boy cried, hard and uncontrollably in Will's arms. Several officers gather about the car and watched their captain, a once hard and difficult man to get along with, turn to butter in the arms of a young boy. "Ah captain, is there anything we can do for you sir?" Mike Andrews asked looking on with compassion as his captain. Will only nodded no, his own eyes flooded with tears, as he sat holding his son. *** A little over an hour later, Will carried James into his house. Taking the boy upstairs, he laid him on his own bed. "You need to take a shower James," he whispered, as he unbuttoned the boy's shirt. "I can't dad, I'm too weak," James murmured. "Will you help me dad?" "Of course son, that is what I am here for," Will said removing James' shirt. His looked at his son in horror; the scars were horrific that covered his chest and back. Will wanted to cry, knowing the pain, torture and suffering that this young boy had suffered at the hands of those that were suppose to care for and love him. Will undid James jeans and slid them down his thin legs, along with his underwear. Will again, looked in horror at how skinny his son was, malnourish came to his mind. Once he had James naked, he stood and stripped from his own clothes, lifted James from the bed and carried him to his master bath, where he sat him on the toilet seat cover. He turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and then helped James to his feet, leading him into the shower. The warmth of the water cascading down James' tired and worn body revived him. Will shampooed the dried blood from James' hair, before he began to tenderly wash the boy's body. "Turn around son," Will, said, turning James to face him. James rested his head against Will's chest while Will washed his back and when he got to the boy's ass, Will hesitated. Taking a deep breath, he gently ran the bar of soap around James' round globes, and his soaping fingers worked the soap between them, grazing James' pucker. "Mmmmm, that feels good dad," James purred, his young cock began to grow hard. Will paused when he felt James' erection pressing against his own flaccid cock. It began to stir, and Will panicked. His son had suffered enough abuse by those men that he had once trusted; he didn't need another to let him down. Will spun the boy around and rinsed him off. Once clean, Will reached down and turned off the shower, opened the glass door and grabbed a towel from the heated towel bar. Vigorously he rubbed James, drying him, before he took another towel and dried himself. He cock deflated, Will walked James' back to the bedroom, the boy's bedroom, and laid him down on the bed, pulling the sheet and blanket up to cover him. Will sat there gently rubbing James' back until the boy finally fell to sleep. "What the fuck was that about mister," Will asked himself, once he was in his own bedroom. "You should be ashamed of yourself, getting hard while holding your son." Will had had a trying last twenty-four hours. He dropped the towel and got into his bed, pulling the sheet up to cover him. Within minutes he was fast asleep, but nightmares tormented him. His sleep was tormented by thoughts of him getting hard when he was holding his son. He had spent most of his working life as a police officer, and it was this very thing that he had taken an oath to protect against. "You're a pervert... child molester," a voice kept calling him over and over in his dreams. He sat up straight in bed, what was it that had roused him from his sleep, he tried to remember. "Dad," came a scream from James' room, he darted from the bed and ran quickly to help. "I'm here son," he said to James, sitting on the edge of James' bed. "Hold me daddy... I'm afraid that Andy is coming to kill me," James said, still half asleep. "Shhhh," he whispered to James, while gently rubbing his back. "I'm here son and Andy can no longer hurt you," he said, consoling the boy. "Go back to sleep son, dad will protect you," he told the boy. "Sleep with me daddy, I'm afraid to be alone," James whimpered, but James was hesitant. You see in his haste to help his son in his fear, Will had forgotten to put on shorts. He was naked, as naked as the day he was born, but James was insistent about him lying with him. "Shhhh son, daddy's here," he whispered, crawling in beside James. James turned to Will, who was lying on his back and rested his head on Will's chest. His thin arm was draped across Will's stomach and James' leg was over Will's. James felt the warmth of the boy, it was comforting, but it was also alarming, he felt his manhood rise, thickening as it grew. "Oh God why didn't I throw some boxers on," Will thought lying there. "Mmmmm I love you daddy," James said, just before drifting off to sleep. The warmth of James' body against Will's wasn't helping him or his cock to calm down. He was just about to drift off when James' hand drifted down to Will's cock. James wrapped his hand lightly around it and Will held his breath, the feeling and warmth was keeping him right on the edge. "Oh God son... don't move that hand or else I'm gonna explode," he thought holding his breath, and as if God had heard him, James moved his hand back up to Will's chest and he let out his breath. He relaxed and several minutes later, he drifted off to sleep. *** Mathew sat on the edge of the bed, rummaging through his mother's possessions. After all these years he thought, her life came down to just a shoebox. Looking at pictures, reading letters that his mom and dad had wrote to each other, Mathew got a pretty good description of how they were together. It was one of the last letters he picked up to read, that told him all that he had wished to know. It was an un-mailed letter to his dad, written by his mom. Opening the letter, he pulled out the single sheet of paper. I unfolded it, and laid back against the headboard, reading it. My dearest Chadwick, I am writing you this letter, knowing that I may never mail it. So why am I writing it, well its more for my sanity then to tell you what I found out today. First off my love, I want you to know that I love you deeply and more than my own life. And its that reason that what you will find out tomorrow that I am gone. Today after days of being sick each morning, my mother took me to the doctors. The argument that ensued between mother and me well lets say that World War two was tame compared to it. I'm pregnant Chad and I am due around May. Mother is sending me away to my grandparent's house until I have the child, at which time she expects me to give him up for adoption. I will not, can not give away something that is a part of you and I. So I am running away and they will never find me. I have a friend that lives in Washington State, and she's offered to let me stay with her. She, like you, was never accepted by my parents. I am not going to mail this Chadwick, because you have your whole future ahead of you. I want you to be free to finish school and eventually go to college, becoming whatever you want to in life. As for me and your child, we'll do ok, I'll get a job and we'll do just fine. So my darling Chadwick, always remember that I love you and it's because of that love, I refuse to ruin your life. My undying love forever, Jennifer Mathew was crying, how could he have judged Chad so cruelly? He never knew that he had fathered a child and where she had gone off to, because she never mailed the letter to him. "I'm sorry dad... forgive me," Mathew cried out, not knowing that Chad had returned. "There is nothing to forgive Matt," Chad said stepping into the room. Mathew flew off the bed and ran over to Chad's out stretched arms. Chad hugged Mathew to him tightly, gently rubbing his back. "Forgive me Chad er... dad, for judging you?" Mathew asked. "I didn't have to Matt, you were only reacting to what you knew and assumed at time. What was that that you were reading when I came in," Chad asked and Mathew handed him the letter. "It was meant for you, but my mother never mailed it," he said, and Chad sat down to read the letter. "My God this explains it all... her being sick and then disappearing. You know that I went up to her big fancy house and knocked on the door, but her parents refused to talk to me. He father came out with his shotgun, and threatened to shoot me if I didn't leave." "I never met my grandparents, I didn't even know that I had any," Mathew said. "They use to live in Boston; they came from what your mom called old money. How she would laugh whenever she said that. She would stick her nose in the air to mimic her mom, and then say how her grandfather made his money in bootlegging." "If she loved you so much, then why didn't she tell you about me?" "Didn't you read, I mean really read with your heart her letter? It was her love for me that she kept you a secret. I'm not saying that she was right to do it, because she robbed not only you, but me also of a relationship." "So what now Chad, I just can't call you dad. I'm in love with you and that makes it seem weird," Mathew said. "We cannot be a couple son, it just wouldn't be right," Chad said. "What, no Chad, I love you and you love me," Mathew reasoned. "We made love together, you told me that you were in love with me," Mathew said, his tears falling like rain as he clung to Chad. "That was then; we didn't know that we were father and son. But now I do, we do, and it just isn't right Matt." "Then lets pretend that we don't know, I won't give you up as my mate," Mathew said, and he was adamant about it. "If you can't love me as Matt, your mate, then I don't want you even as a father," he said, grabbing his clothes and rushing into his bathroom. "Mattie please, let's be reasonable about this," Chad said, speaking to a closed door. Chad stood at the door, pleading his case until Mathew unlocked the door. He came out of the bathroom, grabbed his still pack duffle bag and looked at Chad. "Goodbye Chad, I hope that someday you find love again. As for me, you will always be the only man that I love, just like my mother," he said still crying and turned, walking defeated out of the room. "Mattie please, I lost your mother to love, please don't do this to me," Chad begged, following him to the front door. Mathew opened the door, looked at Chad and then walked out, gently closing the door behind him. *** Will woke up, or was he dreaming, yes it must be a dream, because someone was sucking his cock. His eyes were closed and yet the sensation felt real. "Oh my God James... what are you doing," he shouted, opening his eyes to see the boy blowing him. He was close to his edge and still James refused to relinquish his cock. "Son stop... this is not right," Will said, looking down at the boy, who was feverishly sucking him. "Mmmmm," James moaned, when he felt Will's cock start to swell, he knew that his dad was close. "Son stop... oh fuck I'm gonna cum James," Will shouted, and then shot his warm cum into James' waiting mouth. Will held his son's head, grabbing his hair in his fists as he shot volumes of cum down James' throat. When he had no more to give, James sat up and moved up to kiss his dad. He pressed his lips to Will's and offered him his tongue. Torn between what he was feeling and who it was that was making him feel this way. Will turned his head, unable to kiss his son. All his life he had always been a lady's man. Now this, this man, boy love, this wasn't something that he could handle, much less incest. He moved James off him and quickly got out of bed. "No James, I will not abuse you like the others did." He said and turned, leaving the boy sitting on the bed. Will walked back to his bedroom and grabbed a pair of boxers from his bureau drawer. He was slipping them on when James came into the room. "You're not abusing me dad, I was the one that wanted to do this with you. I am in love with you dad, and I love you." "This is incest son, I'm your father now," Will said, looking into the boy's eyes. "Not by blood you're not, you are my father by adoption only, not blood," James said in his defense. "You are still under age, I could go to prison for this, and besides, I'm a police captain," he said. "Look at me Will, look at me and tell me you don't love me, I mean really love me," James asked. "Of course I love you James, why else would I have adopted you?" "No dad, look at me and tell me that you are not in love with me," he clarified. Will stood there looking at his son, he couldn't say it, wouldn't say it. When he searched his heart, he knew that what James was saying was true, but he knew that it was wrong, love or not, it was wrong. "See dad you can't say it, you cannot even look me in the eyes can you?" Will nodded no before turning away, looking out the window. The sun was setting and it cast a beautiful red and purple across the sky. He stood there watching the sunset; his mind was on the things that James had said. James was right, Will was in love with him, he had to admit it that he wanted the boy, not just for sex, but as an equal partner for life. But it was his age, damn it, why did he have to be so young? He was still reasoning in his mind, when James stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around him. The warmth of his body against his and his breath on his back, well it was to much for Will to take. Will turned in James' arms, pulled the boy to him and kissed him. All the passion that he felt, Will poured into that kiss. "Yes James, I am in love with you, and yes I want you as my lover," he said gasping for air. "I never wanted to hurt you like Andy and Larry did." "You're not hurting me dad, because I love you and want this more than the air I breathe," he said, and then he kissed his dad hard, pushing his tongue into his dad's mouth. Will pulled James to him and kissed him hard back. While they kissed, James walked Will back to the bed; James turned and pulled his dad down onto the bed with his dad on top of him. "Make love to me dad, consummate our love," he asked. Will kissed him passionately, as he slid his cock deep into James' ass. "Oh fuck yes... fuck me dad, make love like you never have before." James was in heaven, as Will's cock slid rhythmically in and out of his ass. For the first time in his life, he was making love and not just sex with a man that loved him. His heart was beating as fast as Will was fucking him. "I love you dad," James said, holding tight to Will, who was close to his edge. "Oh God son... I love you... fuck I'm gonna cum," Will said, his thoughts confused by his approaching climax. "Give me it dad, fuck me hard... oh God dad fuck me," James said, holding Will's hips and thrusting up to meet Will's thrusts. Will was close, he could feel his cock swelling and he knew that what he was doing was ok, because they were in love. "Aaaaaaaaggghhh fuck... I'm close... oh James I'm cumming," Will said and his cock exploded, filling James' ass with his seed, his rhythm was controlling his movements. Shot after shot of man cream Will gave to his boy, his heart pounding as his climax waned. He needed this; he wanted it and more importantly, so did his son. They had declared their love and now they were consummating it. Spent, Will continued to thrust into James, he wanted him to cum. Harder and deeper he pounded him, rubbing his prostate every time that his cock thrust in. "Yes... fuck yes I'm cumming," James yelled and Will pulled out and pounced on James' cock, taking it into his mouth just as it shot. Will took every drop, moving up and down on James' cock, savoring for the first time, cum. "Mmmmm," Will moaned, knowing that this wasn't going to be his last time either. When James' climax ended, Will crawled up to the boy's mouth and covered it with his own. "Mmmmm," they both moaned in unison, embracing each other tightly. "I love you dad, now and forever," James said, his tears of joy falling freely. "Thank you James for loving me and I love you more," he said, kissing him again. James turned over and pushed back against Will's body, Will's arms were holding James tight. "Goodnight my love, my mate," Will whispered, kissing the back of James' head. "Goodnight my husband, my lover, I love you," James said, snuggling closer to his dad. They drifted off to sleep, contented and happy, with James never having been so happy. *** Mathew was standing at the bus terminal waiting for his bus, which would take him to anywhere, nowhere in particular, as long as it was away from Chad. His tears ran down his face when he saw his bus pull in, its destination was New York City. Mathew gave on last look before he climbed the steps into the bus, hoping that Chad would have come after him. "Goodbye darling," he said and then took his seat, closing his eyes to sleep. To be continued... Well there you go guys, sorry that it was so late coming. I promise to get the next and last chapter to you quicker next time. Randy randyhoward2@yahoo.com for your response.