Date: Wed, 26 May 2021 05:40:57 +0000
From: Adam Private <adamprivate14@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Man, The Youth, and The Boy/chapter 1

THE MAN, THE YOUTH, AND THE BOY
By Adam Private

Disclaimer: This story is pure fantasy, created for adult consumption.
Comments/feedback to: adamprivate14@hotmail.com

CHAPTER ONE
October 2025: Winter is Coming
Told by the Narrator

It wasn't until the last candle burned out that the Man realized that the
cabin was bathed in moonlight. He closed his notebook and rose slowly from
the threadbare armchair. The October evening was unusually warm and,
despite the open windows, the air was still.

Belying his imposing physique, the Man felt weary, and had a sense of
foreboding. Winter is coming, he thought. There is so much to be done.

In truth, the harshness of the impending season was all that had been on
his mind for at least a month, as he methodically undertook preparations,
pushing himself and his young ad hoc companions to rise to the challenges
of surviving a long winter in a remote wilderness. While it was true that
the trio had adjusted reasonably well to their off-the-grid mountain life
for the past five months, this would be uncharted territory. Much as he had
tried to anticipate their needs, he knew any number of unforeseen hardships
could lie ahead.

As he stood and stretched, he cycled again through a mental checklist. The
canning, root cellar, and meat-curing projects were all progressing -- with
successes balancing out the inevitable glitches on the learning curve. The
Boy had become a competent bee keeper, candle-maker, and hen-house
manager. The Youth's bow hunting skills -- which were strong right out of
the gate -- had progressed to stellar.

Regarding structures, a new outhouse pit had been dug and the rudimentary
shelter -- repaired as well as possible given the available tools --
re-secured over it. The one-room cabin along with a couple of attached
sheds had been solidly built two decades earlier, and the roof, thanks to
some creative patching, was leak-free. The hulking wood stove, positioned
at the center of the room and vented through the roof, offered every
indication it would heat effectively when the bitter cold set in.

But, the Man knew, the stove would be only as good as the supply of
firewood they could lay in -- a huge task given that their only help would
come from an old handsaw and a couple of axes. And then there would be the
constant struggle with water management once everything was
frozen. And.....oh, enough already, the Man thought, and he shook his head
as if to loosen his worries from the far reaches of his brain. No more
planning tonight; it was time to sleep.

As he moved silently around the stove from the living side to the sleeping
side of the room, the lustrous silvery light captured his attention once
more and caused him to take stock of his surroundings.

In the corner by the back door, the old black mouth cur was snoring
peacefully. The grumpy, greying hunting dog was stretched out on the cool
floorboards, eschewing the ratty blanket that served as his bed on cooler
nights.

Across the room was the built-in sleeping platform, adorned with the
cabin's one actual mattress -- a lumpy twin -- but supplemented with an
array of additional bedding that had been improvised by stuffing makeshift
sacks with old clothes, dry leaves, feathers, and a few animal pelts. It
wasn't luxurious, but they had adjusted and as a rule slept soundly -- as
hard working men do.

The two younger cabin dwellers were asleep on opposite sides of the
improvised pallet. Neither was covered. The warm air had caused them -- as
it had the hound -- to carelessly cast aside their ragtag collection of
blankets and sleeping bags.

On the right, the Youth was stretched out naked on his back, his athletic
limbs splayed randomly, totally absent any inhibition or modesty. The Man
ran his eyes slowly over the adolescent's increasingly impressive
attributes, marveling, as he had many times before, at his physical bearing
-- a confidence that was always apparent, awake or asleep. The Youth -- who
had turned 14 shortly after their escape -- appeared at this moment, as
always, uniquely comfortable in his own skin. The last five months of
physical exertion derived from living off the land -- and without the
distraction of even a single electronic device -- had further contributed
to his notably fit demeanor.

The Man's gaze wandered to the left side of the bed, where the Boy, clad
only in some well-worn briefs, lay -- in stark contrast to his older
bedmate -- curled compactly on his side. His Spiderman pillow (really, the
only remaining artifact of a more carefree boyhood) was tucked under his
mop of unkempt dark curls. His slightly flushed face -- even with his green
eyes closed -- was boyishly handsome, with clean-cut masculine features
striking in an 11-year-old lad. His slim limbs seemed impossibly long and
the taut skin across his body was smooth and flawless.

As the Man's eyes tracked back and forth between the two, he felt his penis
start to grow. Realizing he was damp with perspiration, he peeled his
frayed t-shirt off his thick torso, then slipped his thumbs under the
waistband of his gym shorts. As he pushed them down to his ankles and
stepped out, a sudden breeze from the window provided a burst of kinetic
energy to his now naked body.

At just under 6 feet, he wasn't a huge man, but his proportions were sturdy
and his countenance was rugged. Now in his late thirties, his musculature
wasn't as ripped as it had been in his gym-obsessed days, but he continued
to project that aura of natural masculinity that had long been the defining
hallmark of his persona. He was a man's man -- the kind of guy even
straight dudes developed bro-crushes on.

The Man reached down to his thickening cock. He grasped the shaft and
expelled a slow breath as he pondered the strange scene that was his new
normal. A wave of emotion came over him that he couldn't quite
identify. Yes, lust was a significant contributor, but it was more than
that. Some months ago, his life had been completely upended, at the same
time as he had been randomly thrown together with his two fellow
survivors. How intricate their relationships had become, and how deeply
they had come to trust and depend on each other. While he had had sensed
the change for some time, it seemed particularly clear in this quiet
moment: They had become a family.

Their bonds, he realized, were likely the strongest human connections each
of them had ever made.....greater than their troubled parental bonds,
greater even than the bond the Man once shared with the Scientist, to whom
all three owed their lives.

Still, there was no denying the strength of the sexual attraction. This
made life complicated for the Man -- far more so, it was apparent, than for
his adaptable young charges. He struggled over his clear violations of an
ethical code he had adhered to unquestioningly his entire adult life.

But the fact was, they were now living in a post-apocalyptic world, and
ethical codes had forever changed, along with just about everything
else. Broad societal rules had given way to the rules of a new, survival
society comprised of three males. It wasn't as simple as a lapse in sexual
propriety; it was a shift in their human dynamic.....a new tribal order.

The Man continued to gaze at his two young wards, surprised at the depth
and tenderness of his emotions, mixed with an aching arousal. The light was
creating an other-worldly sensation that seemed almost to compel him to
self-gratification, when all he had been longing for just moments ago was
sleep. His gaze wandered from the boys down to his now rigid, pulsing
manhood. He began to gently stroke his thick, precum-oozing cockmeat, his
hips thrust forward, his warm body glistening lightly in the still air, his
eyes riveted on the two sleeping lads.

As he fondled himself, he pictured the Boy crawling into his lap, as he
might after a long day, longing to feel the Man's strong arms wrap snugly
around him. He could almost feel the Boy's head nuzzle into his neck, sense
his hot breath against his cheek, and become aware of his proud boyspike
pressed against the Man's muscular thigh.

The Man's pace increased as he now visualized the Youth, on his knees,
absolutely uninhibited, and -- despite his naturally alpha comportment --
fully committed to providing pleasure to the Man as head of household;
striving, valiantly, to take more of the patriarch's swollen organ into his
supple young throat.

As the Man's fist reached a fever pitch, his thoughts turned to the three
of them standing close together naked in a circle, on a summer night, on
the bank of their nearby swimming hole, sharing kisses, admiring muscle and
making note of body development, stroking each other's penises, providing
mutual pleasure. Making love.

Incredible, the Man thought......they really did make love. Men and boys,
making love together. How could that not be right?

The thought was mesmerizing and the flood of pleasure that accompanied it
could not be controlled. The Man gasped with some surprise as the sensation
that originated within his heavy nutsac suddenly erupted with force,
unleashing thick ropes of seed across the cabin floorboards. Neither of the
youngsters stirred at the Man's exclamation, but the old cur lifted his
head from the floor in the corner and glared disdainfully in the direction
of the man, as if to admonish him for not having long ago settled down and
gone to bed.

As the Man recovered from his orgasm, his arousal was rapidly replaced with
a feeling of something close to exhaustion, and he craved immediate
sleep. The Youth was slated to embark on his first solo hunting expedition
at dawn, and of course the Man would rise with him to help make
preparations. He shook an excess drop of semen from the head of his
softening cock, but otherwise ignored any compulsion to clean up his
mess. Instead, he yawned deeply and stretched his work-weary body,
approached the end of the bed, and quietly sidled up between the two
slumbering boys.

The worn cotton bedding felt cool and welcoming on the Man's body. Because
the Youth -- with his exuberant body language -- was swallowing up more
than his fair share of space, the Man shifted his position towards the
Boy's more accommodating portion of the bedroll.

As the Man reached for a loose pillow and settled in, he noticed a sliver
of moonlight casting a glow across the Boy's torso and up his neck to his
slumbering face. He watched intently as the Boy's chest expanded with a
slow inhale, and listened to the slight whistle as he exhaled through his
nose. With the next breath, the Man observed the moment when the Boy,
without waking, shifted from a slumber of solitude to an unconscious
awareness of the Man's presence. It was unclear if the Man's body movement
had penetrated the Boy's space, or perhaps it was just the proximity of his
masculine scent -- possibly even the lingering scent of fresh semen --
wafting across the Boy's nostrils.

In response to the sensation -- whatever it might be -- the Boy shifted,
rolling a quarter turn in the Man's direction, to where his cheek brushed
lightly against the Man's bicep. With that initial confirmation, the Boy
continued to seek out a greater connection to the Man, shifting and rooting
in his direction until finally his face had settled against his elder's
furry chest.

The Boy inhaled luxuriously, as if in formal recognition of his
cabin-mate. The Man could feel the Boy physically relax, and a peaceful
look come across his face. Satisfied, the Boy soon shifted again, turning
over as if to offer his back to the Man for spooning. The Man accommodated,
reaching his arm over the Boy's torso, and pulled himself close, sharing
his strength in service to the Boy's comfort and protection.

The Man knew the night was too warm for them to remain entangled together
in this way for more than a few minutes, yet he felt, in that moment, the
deepest sense of contentment. His eyes closed, and he drifted out of
consciousness.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Author's note: I have about ten chapters outlined in my brain, going back
and forth in time and narrated by different characters. Should I write the
next installment? Comments to: adamprivate14@hotmail.com