Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 12:45:15 -0400 From: m yonge Subject: Peters and Joshua DISCLAIMER: This is a story out the fantasy that is my mind. It is a story that deals with homosexual material. If you live in a jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from reading this material then please do not read any further. If homosexual material like this offends you then you should stop reading as well, though frankly if homosexual material offends you I can't understand why you would be here in the first place. 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You can write me at: myonge@hotmail.com Mike Peters and Joshua Peters, as he was called by one and all except his parents, who were both gone now; looked again at the article in the newspaper. The war had been raging across Europe and even Great Britain was in danger. Why London itself, the capital of the British Empire was being bombed! There had been an attempt on the very life of the King with Windsor Castle being attacked. It was the last paragraph of the article that gave Peters pause. He looked up to the ceiling as he pondered what he had read and how it might effect him. A small glimmer of a smile flashed across his face, gone as quickly as it came. He looked down at old Bowser his mixed breed dog. "I guess I'm goin back to town again tomorra ole boy." Bowser thumped his tail in recognition of his master's voice. The next day early washed and dressed in his only suit Peters set off in his old Model A Ford to town. An hour later he was standing before the Post Mistress with the newspaper article in hand. "I would like to see about helping one of these kids that they are talking about in this article. I was thinking if I could get a young lad about 14 or 15 I would give him his room and board and maybe some spending money in exchange for some work on the farm." He paused looking at "Old Missus Parker" the Post Mistress as she read through the article. "Well now Peters that would be down right neighbourly of you. My Jed and I were talking about asking for a girl ourselves to help with the housework." "Well Missus Parker, since Pa died last fall it has been getting more and more difficult to keep up with the work and I figure that a young lad would be able to take up some the slack at least." "I should think so, I'll get the request sent in for you right away." Peters thanked the lady and was soon on his way back home about five miles out of the village. He smiled to himself as he drove home. Peters was the only son of George and Annie Peters. His actual name was Nathaniel Peters but as far back as he could remember other than his parents every one just called him `Peters'. They had homesteaded 150 acres about five miles from the railway siding at Englehart in Northern Ontario. They had struggled clearing the land. They had survived the raging forest fires of the early years. Finally in the mid twenties they were finally starting to make something of the farm. They had a fine herd of milkers. The crops were coming in thick and abundantly. The two disasters hit the small family. Annie suddenly became mysteriously ill with a wasting desease and died within six months. The old doctor had never seen anything like it and didn't know what to do. Peters had just turned 20 when they buried his mother. His father struggled through the loss of his dear wife. Peters stayed on the farm to help his father. If there had been any thought of marriage and moving away, this event and what followed soon after wiped out any hope of that happening. The second event was the great depression. It took both of he and his father to just make the taxes each year. While there was always food on the table there was little from the farm that they could sell, and what they did sell brought them little more than to allow them to break even. Following the Depression came a new War. George Peters exhausted and defeated by the loss of his wife and the cruelty of the Depression gave in. Early in 1940 he took to his bed. Peters was left to tend to the farm and his ailing father. George just didn't have anymore fight in him and in the fall of 1940 he was laid to rest beside his beloved Annie. Peters was 34. He was spared the enlistment because he was the sole caretaker for his father and the farm. When he did try to enlist after his father died, he was found to be medically unfit. It seemed he had a heart murmur. It was something that hadn't bothered him working on the farm, but something that the military didn't want the risk of. So he went back to his lonely existence on the farm. The farm seemed to be pulling itself out if the Depression slump again and things were looking up. So much so that Peters had been able to purchase a tractor, and an assortment of equipment to go with it. One of the first farmers in the area to do so. But for all that it was a lonely existence. Twice a week into town, Church and just to go into town or for some shopping. So when he saw the article in the paper, how they were evacuating thousands of children out of London and some of the larger centers in England to the English countryside and even to Canada, Peters thought maybe this was his way of contributing to the war effort. At the same time the kid whoever it was they would send him might provide him with some company, some noise around the house. There was noise of explosions and screams of people all around him. Air raid sirens wailed out their terrifying warning. Everywhere he looked there was fire and destruction. People were running or staggering in every which direction. Joshua ran blindly not knowing where to run. This was the second night of the terror that hit London. He heard the whistling of another bomb falling from the sky. Not know ing what else to do he just fell down into a fetal ball. There was a loud explosion not far away. What he next remembered was that it was daylight. A police officer found him and led him away to a shelter. For the next two days along with thousands of others he just huddled in a corner of the shelter sobbing out his terror and misery. The authorities tried to find out who he was and if there were any other relatives. All they were able to get from him was his name, Joshua Smythe, that he was fourteen and that his address no longer existed. His only relative that he had before the bombings began was his mother. It was determined that there was little of no hope that his mother or anyone else from the building was alive, as it has suffered a direct hit. Joshua had told those in charge that when the attack began he had run into the streets out of fear. It was that fear that saved his life. When approached with the opportunity of sailing to Canada where he would be safe, he readily agreed. He was given a couple changes of clothes and now some two weeks later he was on a train heading north from Montreal to what he was told was a small farming community in Northern Ontario. He was to be put in to the care of a Nathaniel Peters. What was going to happen to him? He had been told that he would be expected work on the farm to earn his keep. What did that mean? He had never been on a farm, he had never had to "work". "Englehart! Englehart!" the conductor shouted through the car. He stopped at Joshua's seat ans smiled down at him. "That'll be your stop lad, I wish you all the best" Four other children got off the train with him. All of them like him with a name tag on their lapel. They were all met and picked up almost immediately and whisked away. Joshua was left standing alone on the platform as the train left. The station master came out and with a sheaf of papers in his hand. "What's yer name boy?" "Joshua sir, Joshua Smythe." "Ah yeah... Peters... you just sit over there I'm sure he'll be along soon." The man pointed to a bench for Joshua to sit on. Meanwhile Peters had been in a stew all morning. The blasted cows decided that today of all days they were not going to cooperate. The pigs got out of the pen and it took him a full hour to get them rounded up again. So he was still at the house when he heard the train whistle when it arrived and again when it left. It was almost an hour later that he pulled into the station parking lot. Joshua thought he heard a car approach the station. The engine was turned off. He wanted to get up and go an see but he was afraid at the same time. He heard some footsteps approachihng from the right of the building and he turned to see a tallish man dark hair and blue eyes step up on to the platform. The man looked to be about 35 years old, but had a pleasant look to his face. The blue eyes stood out brilliantly against the backdrop of the dark hair and tanned face. Joshua stood up to meet him Peters pulled into the parking lot of the station and turned off the ignition, fleetingly hoping that it would start again as he did so. His hands were suddenly wet with sweat and his heart seemed to be pounding as he approached the station platform. As he rounded the corner of the building he saw a young man, a boy really brown hair, sturdy build not fat, and the saddest brown eyes. He stopped and they looked at each other. The Station Master came out at that moment. "Ah Peters you're finally here, thought I would have to send the boy back on the evening train." Peters smiled frustratedly and muttered something about the cows and the pigs. He was staring actually deep into the beautiful brown eyes of this lad before him. He was shocked at his response but he found he couldn't help it. "Well you're here now this is your boy Joshua Smith, looks strong enough to do a good day's work" with that the man stepped back into to the station. "It's Smythe actually" said Joshua not knowing what else to say "What?" "I'm Joshua Smythe not Smith, he got it wrong" Peters recovered somewhat and said "Well then Smythe it is, I'm Nathaniel Peters but everyone just calls me Peters here. He proffered his hand which Joshua took. Peters took the boys small carpet bag from him and led him out ot the car. The trip back to the farm was mostly in silence. Both were deep in though. Joshua wondering what awaited him in this strange land far from home with this strange man. Peters for his part was struggling with the disturbing response he had gotten when he first saw the lad., this lad that was sitting beside him right now and coming to live in his home. He glanced over at the boy several times as they road. At length they arrived at the farm. Once inside the house Peters said. "We can have some lunch and get you settled. But after lunch I'm afraid we have to get out to do some work. This is a working farm and I'm sure they told you that you would have to work while you were here." "Yes sir" It was then that for some reason the whole thing was too much for Joshua and in spite of himself he dissolve into deep raching sobs. He just stood there in the middle of the kitchen and cried. He looked at this stranger in misery. Peters was totally taken by surprise. What was he to do now? His father would have told him to pull himself together and not to be such a crybaby. Somehow that didn't seem to be so appropriate here. The boy had lost everything he had ever know, including both parents. He remembered back when his mother died, the sorrow that both he and his father had felt. It had been the first time he had ever seen his father shed any tears. No he couldn't reprimand the boy for his sadness. He took the two small steps that separated them, and took him into his arms, as his mother had done when as a child he had been sad. "It's going to be alright lad, you'll see, I'll take care of you." As his mother had done to him, he gently kissed the boy on his forehead. Joshua felt a comfort course through his body as this man held him. When he kissed him a further sensation passed through his body that he had never felt before. It was like a shock but the most pleasant and calming of feelings he had ever experienced. When Peters felt the boy against him he felt a sensation similar to what stabbed through his body at the station when he first looked in to the boy's eyes. It was a wonderful feeling. They stood there until Joshua's sobs subsided and he pulled away. Wiping his eyes he said "I...I uh... I'll be okay, thank you" Peters was a little embarrassed when he realized the he had become very aroused. He glanced down and turned away hoping that nothing was showing that might indicate that. Joshua found too that he was quite excited by the experience. He didn't know or understand what had happened but more than just comfort had been the experience. "Uh well let's get yuh settled and then I'll show you around the place" Peters led the way up the stairs to what would be Joshua's room. "This is where you will sleep" he said opening the door for Joshua to enter. It was not a huge room but bigger than Joshua had ever had. It was furnished with a bed, dresser, chair and a side table, which held a small glass kerosene lamp. Electricity had not made it out to Peters' farm as yet. Most of the town was serviced but none of the outlying areas. Joshua looked around and set his small bag on the bed. "This is very nice" he said with a shy smile. "That lamp is like one me Ma used to have. We had electricity in the house but with the war we had to light with oil" Peters smiled and they left the room. Down the hall he pointed to another room. "That's my room" he said. Then leading the boy back downstairs again they quickly walked through the house. There was a kitchen, parlour and sitting room. The house was not big but it seemed cozy to Joshua. "Well that's about it. I best show you the barn and such and then I have to git so work done." "I would like to help you sir" "Well now for today you just take a rest, look around. You have had a long trip, there'll be plenty of work to do for you once you're settled in." The rest of the day Joshua did just what Peters had suggested, he wandered about the farm in the fields always keeping the barn of the house in sight. He checked out the barn and the chickens and pig sty. He watched Peters as he worked and he did help where he could. That evening after supper and cleaning up the kitchen they sat for a while in the sitting room. Joshua told Peters about his life. How he had lost his mother. What life was like for him in London growing up before the war. Peters told him a bit about himself as well. When the mantle clock struck 9:00 Peters got up. "Well" he said "The sun is up early so we might as well get to bed" They both got up and went out to the "facitilties" Peters, to Joshua's surprise just stood out in the yard beside the little "house" and pulled out his manhood and relieved himself right there. So Joshua did the same. It was dark and neither man saw much of anything... About two o'clock in the morning Joshua woke with a start. There was a hugh explosion! Then a flash of light and another massive explosion that shook the house. Joshua let out a scream and ran out of his room right in to Peters arms. Peters woke with a start as well but not because of the thunder but the boy's scream. He jumped out of his bed and ran down to Joshua's room. They ran into each other as he came to the door of the boy's room. As he was holding Joshua, whose heart he could feel pounding he suddenly remembered that he was naked. The boy just hed on to his and wouldn't let him go. Peters was feeling quite embarrassed, and that embarrassment caused him to get aroused, increasing his embarrassment... Joshua after he started to calm down some in Peters' arms too realized that the man was naked and he was growing... down there... that made him grow as well. "Are you ok now son?" Peters asked. "I think so sir, thank you, I thought it was the Blitz again sir." "That's ok..." "I was very frightening" In the dark and then the flashes of lightning Peters could see the boy looking down at his now very erect member. He could feel the cold sweat trickling down his side from his arm pits. He somehow had to do .. what? There was another flash and simultaineous crash which sent the boy back into his arms. "How about you sleep with me tonight?" Peters said softly Joshua nodded. The suggestion sent a thrill right through his groin. He didn't quite understand why but what he was feeling was very good. Peters for his part couldn't believe what he had suggested. He led the way back to his room, and quickly found a pair of pyjama bottoms for himself. They got into the bed. There was another flash and crash and Peters drew the boy close to him so that the boy's cheek was on his shoulder with is own arm over the boy's back and side. He felt the boy's arm reach across his belly. Being held thus by the older man Joshua fell asleep. When he woke in the morning he smelled bacon and coffee. He opened his eyes and as they adjusted to the dim light of impending dawn he saw that Peters was gone. He quickly got up and back to his room, where he dressed. Then downstairs. Peters smiled as the boy entered the room. "We're going to have to find you some workin' clothes son. I may have a pair of overalls that will do till we can get in to town again. They'll be big on you but we'll tie them with some string. Fow now sit down and have some breakfast." Peters served up bacon and eggs and toast. As well there was porridge on the stove, which Joshua also had a bowl of. "So did you sleep alright after the storm son?" Joshua smiled brightly "Yes very well sir, it was nice of you to take me in so." "Now you call me Peters or Nate but not sir. His majesty the king hasn't knighted me yet" Peters chuckled. Joshua laughed lightly and said "Ok" "I'll call you Nate, I don't like calling people by their last name, that is what they did in school, it is so impersonal I think. So may I call you Nate?" "Nate is fine by me. Now let's get busy" By noon Joshua was exhausted. By evening he was almost dead to the world. Peters laughed at him as he struggled to stay awake through his supper. "You'll get used to it, I reckon you should head off to bed as soon as supper is over." Joshua nodded, that took just about all the energy he could manage. When he was finished eating he dragged himself upthe stairs and to his room. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. When Peters checked up on him a few hours later on his way to bed himself, he found the lad sound asleep. He smiled to himself as he looked at the sleeping form of the young boy. "Someone for me to take care of" he whispered to himself. So began a whole new life for both man and boy. Over the next few weeks they found themselves growing quite comfortable and dependant upon each other. Joshua found that the pain of losing his mother and all that he had ever known gradually mellowed. Peters for his part found that he was growing quite content to have the lad there. They both found themselves growing quite fond of each other. A change came over the formerly almost dreary homestead. Often if a person were to be listening from outside they would hear chatter and laughter coming from the house. Joshua quickly learned the life of a farmer and settled into the hard daily work. Peters was happy to find the work lighter with Joshua helping him. The town folk took note that Joshua was always at Peters side when he came into town. They noitced after the first couple visits that Joshua chatted a blue streak with the older man as they did their shopping and "town chores" as Peters referred to the trips into town. About a month aftert Joshua's arrival, the sheriff paid Peters a visit at the farm. "Peter's " He called as he met the farmer in the yard. "How are things going?" "Jest fine sherriff how about you, time for some lunch? I think Joshua has everything just about ready." "Well now a cuppa coffee would go down nice" The sheriff replied. "So how is the boy workin out anyway Peters?" "He is just great Eli, a great help and company on this lonely place" Peters grinned "I have to ask because we have to check up on our charges. One of the girls that went ot the Berkhouers place has taken ill. Doc Marsden says it looks like she hasn't been eating, but then knowing old man Berkhouer I'm not surprised, how begurdges the food off his own wife's plate. I had to warn him that this child was not a slave but someone to take care of and feed properly. I may have to find someone else to take both of them in" Peters nodded "Well no problems from my view with the lad, come see for yourself and talk with him." As they entered the kitchen Joshua was just adding some wood to the stove, on which a kettle was boiling. Without looking up he said "Lunch is ready Nate just making the tea" The sheriff looked at Peters "Nate?" "That's what he has decided to call me and I like it" said Peters Joshua jumped up realizing that Nate was not alone. "Oh I'm sorry" "Joshua this is the Sherriff, he has a few questions he would like to ask you." "You're not taking me away are you?" Eli laughed "You like it here son" "Very much so sir" "Peters here is taking good care of you is he, feeding you enough, not working you too hard?" "Nate is taking good care of me sir, and I am quite enjoying the work on the farm" As Joshua spoke he opened the oven and pulled out what turned out to be what Peters called a stew pie." "I can see that you are no doubt eating well. So Peters here is not hurting you in anyway is he?" Joshua looked genuinely mortified "No sir! Nate wouldn't hurt anyone!" Eli laughed again "That's all I need to know son, I'm not come ot take you away from here unless Peters was abusing you in some way. He clearly isn't. They all sat down at the table and the Sheriff shared lunch with the two men. That night Joshua found himself scrambling through the rubble of his former neighbourhood. Lights were flashing around him. Explosions resounding in his ears. Someone was chasing him. As the man came nearer he could make out the face of the sherriff. Behind the man stood Nate calling to him, bu the sherriff was in the way. There was another flash of light and an explosion as Joshua screamed and sat bolt up in his bed. "Joshua! Joshua!" He felt comforting arms around him. He broke down in tears as he threw his arms around Nate. Nate had been woken by the storm and had gone in to check on Joshua. The boy was thrashing in his bed crying out "No! No!" and "Nate help me!!" He pulled the boy into a full embrace "I'm here now Joshua, I'm here now, It's just a storm is all" Joshua held him tight sobbing in to his shoulder as he slowly woke up. Nate lay the boy back down and crawled into bed with him. "I'll stay with you for a while till the storm passes over" Joshua pulled himself close into Nate both an arm and a leg over the man... Nate gently stroked the boys' head and back kissing him gently on the face. It seemed a natural thing to do, it was how his mother used to calm him when he had bad dreams. Joshua just snuggled in and kissed Nate on the cheek. "Thank you Nate" he whispered. The older man smelled delicious and felt so welcoming and comforting. What happened next neither man could understand or explain later. Both without a feeling of lust or anything like that were quite aroused. Nate was naked and so was Joshua who had taken to sleeping in the buff as his benefactor did. So both men could not but notice that the other was quite erect. At one point ... at this moment the was a flash of light and crash of thunder and Joshua recoiled in fear. Nate with his hand on the back of Joshua's head pulled him close to his face, kissing his gently...pulling him close so that Joshua was pulled on top of him. It was at that precise moment that Joshua moved his face so that their lips met. There was a pause and they pulled slightly away. There wan another flash of light and Joshua brought his lips back to contact with Nates' An electrical thrill coursed through their bodies. Niether could pull away, neither wanted to. Moments later Joshua found his mouth opeing to the prodding of Nate's tongue. The next thing that Peters felt was the pulsing of something near his member and then something warm and sticky wet. Joshua groaned and that was all that Peters needed appareerntly becaue an electric bolt seemed to shoot right through his body as he realized what had happened. An electric bolt shot through him centering in on his own member and he too found himself letting go a loud groan of total pleasure as he released his own storm of male essense. He continued to hold Joshua tight to him. Joshua started to say how sorry he was. Nate shushed him softly "It was beautiful lad. It was so beautiful" Nate panted. "Nothing to be sorry for." They lay there in embrace for several minutes more. "We should get cleaned up lad, then we can get back to bed and asleep. He paused neither had moved yet. "My bed is clean we'll go there" Moments later they climbed into Peters' bed. Joshua who was still somewhat embarrassd about what happened hadn't said much. Peters pulled him into him, holding him close. "You are a good lad Joshua. You needn't be ashamed about what happened." Joshua allowed himslef to be drawn in and with a contented sigh fell asleep.