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stories published on Nifty where you are, read at your own risk. This
standalone story is based on the 2003 film "I Am David" written and directed by
Paul Feig which is based off Anne Holm's book "North to Freedom." They have
rights to the story and its characters. I loved the actors who played David
(Ben Tibber) and Carlo (Alessandro Sperduti)-really thought they looked beautiful together.
This story is about Carlo whom after having become enamored by the mysterious
quiet boy his family has taken in, Carlo slips into the guest room to fulfill
his growing passion for David.
I do not own the rights to or know anyone
who worked on the film.
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You're Not So Bad
© James Jenkins 2022
The wiry brunette Italian boy had just
been standing in the front door of the guest room, once certain the mansion was
asleep-now he was pressed up against his family's newest friend. The
bulge in his pants pressing into the sleeping boy's ass. Carlo's hands were on the
hips of the angelic-faced boy, quietly grinding the ocean-eyed stranger against
his cock. David squirmed to break free and not draw too much attention to them.
The alarmed golden-blonde boy just wanted to have an undisturbed night of sleep.
The nervous 12-year-old felt the other's
hand leave his side and David thought maybe Carlo was finished with him. He
couldn't have been more wrong.
David felt the loose, flowing pajama
bottoms lowered which forced a gasp from his usually sealed lips. Then it became
more confusing as Carlo pushed the stoic boy's pants down and his slim,
yet strong lock of a hand moved around to the crotch. Carlo deftly felt the
mysterious boy up, his hand forcing the beautiful stranger's legs apart. He
found David's balls and his cock jumped at the contact of those fingers that once
attacked him.
The lankier of the two pulled his hand
away and David sighed but it returned damp as he started to masturbate the
deer-startled boy, stroking the length of his cock with his spit-lubed finger. David
gasped and stiffened in Carlo's arms. Carlo pulled the stilled youth close as
he plucked his guest's cock with a little more force than he never
thought to use himself before being taken in by Carlo's family. It was getting
him hard and hot to his splitting excitement and horror. Then the bold boy's
other hand slid up under David's loose light blue shirt to find his rising
nipples.
"Ugh... umm no." David moaned as
Carlo hushed him, laying a hand on David's pale chest, and gingerly tugged on his
left nipple.
A swift haze of harsh memories for the
internment camp flashed in David's mind as Carlo continued to touch him in the
way he heard adult men did to women they love. The ghost of a boy gasped
and moaned as Carlo pumped his cock and pulled more audaciously on his nipples.
His own ecstatic bulge pressed against David's bare butt. The runaway helplessly
laid there with his narrow shoulders pressed across the lean chest of the boy
he feared yet was intrigued by.
"My God, you're not chicken at all."
Carlo groaned behind David as he pulled his hands away from David's chest and cock.
David's mind was too muddled and shocked
to think clearly, he simply leaned against his tormentor and panted for breath.
A feeling he'd become more than acquainted with since his flight for freedom.
Suddenly, Carlo pushed his bottoms halfway until the shy boy's ass was stuck
out. Blue eyes widened as David heard over the barking of a neighbor's dog as Carlo's
own pants came down.
Is he going to beat me, like the terrible
people in the camp did? David could see the monstrous torture of fellow prisoners,
hear the fall of kicking feet and cracking horsewhips as the question made him
shudder.
Remembering his friend Johannes brave encouragements,
David turned his head to the ceiling and looked up at the moonlit cloud white
space before the hopeful and surprisingly remorseful Carlo from earlier had
turned just slightly more to meet his gaze. David's hands balled into fists clenching
the bedsheets. A beat and he felt something prod his hole.
God, is that really his...cock, why does it
feel so big?
David questioned yet kept Johannes words alive lest they fade away.
David's mind ran riot with mental images
of all he had seen on his journey: the people he met, the hardships he faced and
what he was hoping to find. Carlo's blue eyes closed tight while letting his
lips fall on the perturbed boy's ones before sliding the head in, and David
moaned through enclosed lips at the indescribable feeling that broke through
him as a pebble on a pond surface.
"You feel good." Carlo hissed in
a whisper as David unwittingly pushed more of the solid presence into his
reluctant yet slowly convivial gate.
"Wait-please. . .pull it out. . .it
hurts." David murmured through his moans while his knees arched up,
raising the bedsheet high.
"It's alright...David...just relax, your
beautiful and feel so good." Carlo growled then ripped his friend's shirt
off his shoulders and flung it to the carpeted floor.
His hand landed right on David's nipple
like it was a snowflake. The refined boy teasingly twisted it, his skinny
fingers digging into David- kissing him fearlessly all the while Carlo drove
his cock in and out of the boy now grasping into his shirt. David moaned with strained
feelings on an unfamiliar instinct as the boy who never knew cruelty as he did,
pounded into him.
"Do you feel it? I'm going come soon."
Carlo breathed into David's mouth as their heads were connected briefly.
"Not so hard. I-I've never done...felt like
this before." David gently groaned which only made Carlo's burgeoning
desire increase.
"Sorry David, hope you know I'm not
so bad... I just feel drawn to you. We all do." Carlo grunted as he sank
into the paralyzed boy, his cock head penetrating David's untouched opening and
he poured a great load of his seed.
Carlo held himself in David and offered
what had to be bucket loads of heated cream into the boy who exuded innocence
yet remained guarded. David moaned not out of palpitating fear but out of the
fact that he had discovered odd but warm feelings a week ago, so he was likely feeling
adventurous at this moment as well. Licking his lips, Carlo grunted and rested
against David's ass while languidly petting his soft hair.
"My Lord David, that was wonderful."
David expected the well-meaning yet bold
boy to pull out if not sneer at him, but Carlo stayed in him, firm and beating
at the rate of his own heart.
"Are we done? Is that all there is to
making love?" David asked still perplexed cocking an eyebrow yet
not wanting to be alone now.
"No, not yet. There's more we can do
before morning." Carlo grunted as he pulled David's underwear down and away
from his legs and to the mute boy's timidness, he lifted the beatific one up
with his arms under the still scuffed up yet healing knee's.
David was in the air and able to see his
cum spattered, red and throbbing passage being fucked. Carlo started to batter
into him from below, his cock having just painted David's insides and yet not
yet spent. David moaned in resigned acceptance of the powerful impact
overtaking him as the boy savoring every taste and feel, finally exploded in a
spot David never knew existed.
"Will you come for me David?" Carlo
asked entreating the boy who saved his sister Maria's life and only recently
had come to regard more as a wandering orphan with an unknown story.
"I- I don't know. Not sure if I can do
it."
"You're almost there David." Carlo
grunted then let David slide lower on his strong length, that wide head poking
his rosebud yet again.
David didn't harbor fear anymore and just
wanted Carlo to come and be done for he knew his time hear with this family,
loving though they were, had reached its end.
"Don't be scared, here I come David."
Carlo grunted below him as he let David rest on his shaft till, he was balls
deep inside the winded boy once again as he came to the point of blanking out.
Carlo moaned as he filled David again, the
well-born boy's ability to come left David with emotions and an understanding
of life he knew next to nothing of before now. He thought forebodingly of the journey
ahead of trying to find freedom and perhaps even his family. His mother.
Carlo grunted with each jerk of his eel-long cock while peppering kisses on
David's face until a whisp of a smile appeared.
Finally, the disheveled boy let David
stand on his feet and get dressed, bestowed one more kiss on his soft and disappeared
from the guest room as soon as the door opened and shut.
"Thank you, Carlo," David quietly
spoke into the returned tranquility around him as he picked up his dampened nightshirt,
underwear, and pajama bottoms. "You're not so bad."