Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 23:21:24 +0800 From: Bergil Subject: Somebody's Boy 1 This story contains themes that others may find vulgar and offensive. It is intended for readers who have taken a liking to incest, particularly that of a father and son. Some states prohibit the possession and access of such materials. Read at your own risk. Nifty is a gigantic virtual library and sanctuary of our hidden letch. Consider donating to the website if you have the capability to do so. Tags: historical, adult-youth, incest * * * Somebody's Boy 1 Young James hated the orphanage. Yet he began to even hate it more as he witnessed a horrible scene the previous night. When he woke up sometime after dark, he noticed one bed in the room empty. Colin was the name of the boy who occupied it. James was not the one to meddle, but he had an urge to pee. So he left his bed and walked the corridor passing the reverend's room. He heard a mysterious noise coming from the lit room. James wanted to ignore it and relieve himself in the bathroom. But his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he pushed the door ajar. His action would prove to be right later on. Although his eyes were tarnished by a disgusting sight, his purity remained intact. There were three figures in the room. One of them was Colin. The boy was lying on all fours on the bed. He was buck-naked. It was not long before James figured out that Colin was the source of the sound he heard. His mouth was stuffed by the hand's adult cock. All James could see was the hairy base of the man's penis and his furry dangling balls. "Not bad, eh?" said the hand. "Indeed," came a voice from Colin's rear end. James was so occupied with Colin's slurping that it took him some time to notice the presence of the reverend behind the boy. He covered his mouth in surprise. The reverend stood there with his cock deep into poor Colin. James quickly understood the meaning of the sound Colin was producing. He must be in pain! "Yet it would be better by tomorrow. I'll have my favorite boy on this bed," said the reverend. He began moving in and out of Colin's chute, slowly at first then his hips became a blur. The hand was grinning at the other man. "Do you think he has a nice mouth too?" "A perfect one. James is growing up to be a perfect boy. He is a gem in this rowdy bunch of boys. Tomorrow, I'll fuck both of his holes all night." The reverend's eyes glimmered with lust. He vehemently pounded Colin. "But he hasn't come of age yet," said the hand. "I can not wait any more, Bill. Besides, he will be thirteen in a week. It's merely around the corner." James stood frozen by the door. He wanted to go back to bed, but his legs felt weak. Shivering, he continued to watch the scene unfold in the room. Both men were grunting. Colin was like a doll as the men flipped him over without stopping their fucking. To James' surprise, Colin's cock was rock-hard. It was not much bigger than his own, but very hard. Suddenly, the reverend let out a deep growl. He arched his back and buried his cock deep into Colin. James did not understand what was happening. He was frightened by the growl, and the adrenaline made him run swiftly back to his bed. He covered himself with a blanket and had nightmares for the rest of the night. The boy hardly slept at all. At breakfast, he saw Colin walking oddly but sporting new clothes. "Are you alright?" asked James worriedly after witnessing the violent fucking last night. "Why wouldn't I be?" replied Colin crossly. "When is the reverend going to pick me? I want new clothes too!" one of the other boys said. "Apparently, that's not going to happen," said Colin. "Starting tonight, the reverend would permanently take his favorite boy, James here, as his bed companion." The boys had violent reactions. They glared at James angrily. "So you know what has been going on in the reverend's room all along and you're fine with it? What's wrong with you?" uttered James in disbelief. "Oh, shut up!" Colin threw him a piece of bread in the face. The other boys followed and bread rained on James' face. James stood up, fighting the urge to cry. "I'm out of here!" "Yeah, don't come back!" they shouted at him. James ran outside the house and sat under a big tree sobbing. He knew he was hopeless. When night came, the reverend would be taking him to his bed. Unless... "Unless I leave the orphanage," James told himself. The idea exhilarated him. He had been in nowhere else for his twelve years of life. It was his dream to see different places he only read about in books. In his boyish mind, he began to hatch a plan of escape. The orphanage was conjoined with an orchard. James saw several times the cart that carried the bushels of apples to the town. If he could sneak into the cart, then he could silently leave the orphanage without notifying anyone. James was determined. He was leaving the orphanage that afternoon. He checked the cart, and it was still being filled with apples. That gave him plenty of time to prepare. He ran back to the house, bumping into a tall handsome man on his way back. "Are you alright, boy?" asked the man who was a traveler asking for directions. James stared at the good-looking man for a while. When he noticed the man's hands on two nuns' waists, he frowned. He realized the man was another like the reverend, a pervert. The nuns were clearly into him. He ignored the man and went to his bed. James grabbed his other pair of raggy clothes, his favorite book, and the only memento his mother left, a pendant with his name on it. He stuffed all of this cramped in a small bag. Then he went to the kitchen and hesitantly stole a piece of bread in case he went hungry in his adventure. He tried hard to act normal all morning to not arouse suspicion. At lunch, he filled his stomach to the brink. The reverend saw him in the corridor. The man was about to say something, but James excused himself to the bathroom. The boy took his bag with him and waited at the orchard before the reverend saw him again. He watched as two men lifted the last barrel of apples into the cart. When the men disappeared, James took his chance and hid himself between the barrels. Everything was still for a while. He heard men talking and the horses neighing. When they were about to depart, he heard a familiar voice stop them. "Have you seen a boy here? The reverend is looking for him, and he is not in the house." It was the hand. James stopped breathing for a second, afraid that even the tiniest movement would reveal his hiding place. Fortunately, he was careful in going to the orchard and sneaking up the cart so nobody would have seen him. The hand let them go. James breathed a sigh of relief. He sat there in an awfully long and bumpy ride to the town. But James did not complain. He was terribly glad to have escaped the clutch of the reverend. The boy must have dozed off for some time because when he woke up the cart was moving more slowly. The surrounding was filled with noise. All of a sudden the cart halted as it almost hit another cart. There was a brawl outside, and it was James' cue to leave. He added two apples to his bag and left the cart. At first, he could not believe his eyes. He was in town! And it was busier than he expected. There were all kinds of stores. James walked around the town in awe. "Hey, aren't you the boy from Edgewood Orphanage? What are you doing here?" James looked at the man and realized it was the traveler from earlier. He was surrounded by women again. "Did you run away?" asked the man. It was not in James' plan to be recognized in town. If someone recognized him, he knew it was only a short time before he got caught. So he sprinted. He turned in several alleys to lose the man if ever he was being followed. Finally, he crouched in one dark corner catching his breath. Confident that he lost the man, he started walking again when he felt a hand snaked around his waist. "You purposely turned after alleys and alleys to lose me, didn't you? Clever!" asked the traveler. James struggled to break free but the man pulled him closer. "Shh! Someone from Edgewood is already here looking for you. I think his name is Bill." James stopped struggling. He heard horse's hooves nearby and Bill the hand's voice. "But how did they know? I was careful," James whispered. "Bill said your stuff is missing, so they easily figured out you ran away." James frowned. He should not have brought anything. "Are you going to tell them I am here?" "No. I heard rumors about the reverend and his interest in boys. I bet you are the apple of his eye. I can't totally blame him. You're cute. I myself want to do things to your body. So how about that as thanks?" James tried to get away from the man, but he was pinned to the wall. "Get off me! You're like the reverend. You're all perverts." James started crying. "Hey, hey. I was only kidding. Fine, you can go," the traveler let him go. James started walking away. "If you keep heading that way, you'll be back in the orphanage in no time." James halted and turned. "I was about to leave the town as well. Why don't you join me so you won't get lost? The woods here are dangerous at night," proposed the traveler. "No, thanks," the boy said half-heartedly. The sun was setting, and he was getting frightened. "Follow me," said the traveler as if he had not heard what the boy said. They furtively crept from alley to alley until they got to the west end of the town and the beginning of a dense forest. Before they could step out of town, they heard hooves headed their way. The traveler told James to hide beneath a nearby carriage. The horse halted in front of the traveler. Bill got off. "Have you seen this boy?" he asked, showing the traveler a rough sketch that hardly looked like James. "I'm afraid not, sir. Is this boy a criminal that you are so devoted to catching him?" "Yes. So if you have seen him, tell me or the guards immediately," Bill said and took off. James reemerged from under the carriage. "So you are a criminal, eh?" the traveler told him. Although James ignored the man, he did not like being branded as a criminal. He fished the bread and apples in his bag and left them near the carriage. Then he followed the man out of the town. *** The sun had completely set. James kept on heading forward. He feared that when he looked back, he would see Bill catching up to him. He came upon a part of the woods that was darker than the rest. Without thinking he stepped forward only to be pulled back by the traveler. "Stop right there," said the man holding James' collar. "Let go of me! I don't need your help. I will go on my own." "I wouldn't if I were you. This part of the forest is rumored to be inhabited by flesh-eating brutes. A tender meat like you would be a delicacy to them. But who am I to say? Go, if you shall!" The traveler let go of him and started gathering firewood. James stood there undecided. He read about the flesh-eating brutes in some books, but he did not know whether the man was telling the truth about that forest. When a fire had been set, the traveler settled down comfortably beneath one tree. Exhausted after traveling so much in merely half a day, James decided to spend the night outside the dark heart of the forest. He settled down as well but left a great distance between him and the traveler. The man chuckled. "I wouldn't bite, you know." They both fell asleep as the fire crackled between them. When the fire had died down, it was complete darkness. That was when James felt a rough hand cover his mouth and carry him. At first, he thought it was the traveler but realized it was more than one man. He was carried somewhere deep into the forest that not even the night sky was visible. He was tied to a tree. When his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he began to see figures of men dancing in a sort of ritual around him. They were uttering unfathomable words and grunts. They all had a knife glimmering by their waists. "Release the boy!" a voice bellowed out of nowhere. It was the traveler. The brutes were in a clatter. They were all holding their knives. "Leave and we not eat you," one brute said. The word "eat" sent shivers down James' spine. "Can I trust that no one will go after me?" the traveler said. After a few grunts, the brute answered "Yes." "Goodbye, then." The traveler disappeared back into the darkness. James had never been so frightened in his young life. He did not blame the traveler for leaving. But he hoped that someone would save him. A brute was approaching with a knife. James closed his eyes and wished his death would be quick and painless. He opened his eyes when he smelled something burning. The traveler was back carrying a burning piece of wood and waving it off to the brutes. They were afraid of fire and most of them backed off. The traveler cut James free and held the boy close to him as they walked out of the brutes' camp. "Back off!" The traveler said, but one brute kept following them. "Hold this." He gave James the torch. The traveler wrestled with the brute. James could not see the fight well because of the blinding light of the fire. He heard a cry of pain and then some more fighting before the traveler emerged as the victor. He knocked the brute out after a few jabs. "Let's go," the man said. As they traversed the dark forest, James was having a hard time thanking the man. The traveler had been silent since the fight. At dawn, they finally came to the less dense part of the forest. The setting moon has become visible. "About earlier..." James started. He looked at the traveler's pallid face and gasped. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," the man said weakly. "You're bleeding!" James cried out. He had never seen so much blood before. "Calm down. It's just a small wound in my arm. The brute's knife must have hit a vein." But James was far from calm. He was crying. The man chuckled softly. He wiped the boy's tears. "You should've gone when they told you so," said James. "I wouldn't let a cute boy like you get feasted upon by brutes. I rather feast on you myself." When they were merely a couple of steps from the town, the traveler's knees gave up. He fell to the ground losing consciousness. "Find Dr Miller. He's a friend of mine," he said before passing out. With tears running down his face, James ran around the neighborhood asking for the doctor. It was dawn, and not many had the will to help. When he finally found the doctor's house, he knocked very loudly. Dr Miller opened the door and listened to him. "What is the man's name?" asked the doctor. "I-I don't know," said the boy. "You're crying for a man you don't even know?" When the doctor saw who was lying at the town gate, he rushed and took him to his house. "What happened to him?" asked the doctor. "He got stabbed because of me," answered James in between sobs. "Hush! Stop your crying and help me clean his wound." *** At noon, the traveler stirred and opened his eyes. He saw a good-looking boy with smiley blue eyes and tousled light brown curls at his bedside. The boy looked tired but happy that he was awake. "I'm sorry you almost died because of me," said James. "I did not 'almost die'." "T-thank you for saving my life earlier. To show my gratitude, you can do anything you want to do to me." "Anything, eh?" James nodded. The man laughed. He beckoned James to lie on his good arm. "I know. How about you tell me your name and why are you running away?" "My name is James." "Are you serious?" asked the man in disbelief. "Yes. That's my name," said the boy. "My name is James too. They call me Jim. How about I call you Jimmy?" "Don't call me that." "Alright, Jimmy. Tell me about you running away from Edgewood." Young James narrated from the night he witnessed the scene in the reverend's room and what would have been his fate if he had stayed. The smell and warmth of the man was too much of a comfort to the boy and he soon fell asleep in his arm. "He had been overseeing you since yesterday morning. He barely ate anything," the doctor said. "I was unconscious the whole day?" The doctor nodded. "Who is he? I never saw you travel with anyone before." Jim smiled. "Young Jimmy. We have the same name. I think we are fated to meet." *** Jim took the boy to an eating house for supper. He knew Jimmy was hungry even if the boy would not say so. "Stop right there! Stinky miscreants like you are not allowed in my restaurant," said Harold the rich owner of the eating house. Jim leaned and sniffed Jimmy's hair, neck, and arms. "Smells fine to me. Quite nice if you would ask me." "Master Jim, it has been a while," said Harold with a change of tone. "Is the boy with you?" "Indeed. He is not a miscreant. He is my young friend, Jimmy." "Well, if that's so, he can enter." "As a matter of fact, Harold, we had a change of mind. We'd like to try the cooking next door. Right, Jimmy?" "Yeah," Jimmy said smiling. His young heart warmed up even more to the man. Jim got the boy every dish the next eating house could serve. "Go on! Boys your age must eat a lot to grow." Jimmy was used to the bland foods in the orphanage. Most of the dishes served in the eating house were new to him. He tried everything and ate to his heart's content. The town was called Harlow. It was a much bigger town than the previous one. The dark woods confined it at the east, hills at the north, and the mellow forest at the south and west. The town was known for its fireworks. Every night, the people would send the colorful explosives up in the sky. Jimmy followed Jim climbing up a hill. When they got to the top, the view overlooked the whole town. Then the fireworks started. "I have never seen them so close!" Jimmy's smiley blue eyes twinkled with the many different colors of fireworks. "What direction are you heading after this?" asked Jim. "I don't know." As a matter of fact, Jimmy had not thought about it. "I'm pretty sure those people from the orphanage will not find you here and forth with the dangerous woods between us. You can go anywhere you want now." Jimmy was silent for a moment. "Can I go with you? I want to be a traveler too." "Why not?" said Jim who was glad to have the boy as a companion. "Do you remember calling me a pervert when we first met? I'm not saying that you are entirely wrong." The man was surprised when Jimmy hugged him. It was long since someone had shown him any affection. He tousled the boy's hair. "So where are we going next?" asked the boy avidly. "Wherever the wind blows." When they got back to the doctor's house, a bath had been prepared for Jim. The man immediately soaked himself in the warm water of the wooden tub. Dr Miller filled it with refreshing tonics. "Hop in, Jimmy!" Jim called out to the boy. Jimmy hesitantly undressed. The man's eyes were not shy to observe him. When he was naked, the boy stood abashed covering his privates with his hands. The boy sat tensely with the man in the cramped tub. He jumped when Jim touched his shoulder. "Easy, boy!" said Jim. "Let me wash your hair." Jimmy felt the man's fingers combing his wet hair. After a while, he started to relax. Nobody had washed his hair for him before as far as he could remember. He felt the man's hands leave his head to wash his back and shoulders, and he let him. The hands went to his chest and rubbed his skin. Then down to his legs and feet. Slowly, it rose again up to his inner thigh and groin. The boy gasped but could not form the words to stop the man. Jim's fingers made sure to wash Jimmy's balls thoroughly. The man admired the smoothness of the boy's skin. Above the orbs was the boy's erect cock. Jim tried to retract the skin to clean the glans. "You have a tight foreskin. Have you ever pulled it back?" he asked the boy. "No," replied Jimmy curtly. The boy was hot. Both from the warm water of the tub and the hands that wandered on his body. "You got to try pulling it to clean the inside." Jim stretched the skin with the tip of his index finger and thumb. The boy's erection was not getting any softer. The man inserted the tip of his index finger inside the foreskin and stretched it around. Jimmy was leaning against the man, letting him be in total control of his body. He felt the man carefully pulling back his foreskin. When it was still tight, he stretched it over and over again with his fingers. At last, he retracted it and the glans broke free. The man touched it and cleaned it with his fingers tenderly. Jimmy was squirming. His glans was very sensitive. Jim let the skin cover the boy's tip again. Then his hands traveled below Jimmy's balls to his perineum and further down to the boy's anus. This time, Jimmy gasped and tried to break free. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I only want to make sure you've been thoroughly cleaned. Hygiene is important. Do you trust me?" Jimmy's blue eyes showed fear. The horror of the scene he witnessed at the orphanage still haunted him. But when he looked at Jim's similarly blue eyes, he did not understand why but knew immediately he could trust the man. He felt slender fingers sliding along his crack, rubbing the area carefully. It was over before he knew it. "All done. We better get off now or you might catch a cold for soaking too long." Jimmy rose with a flushed face. Although still embarrassed, he did not bother to cover himself after the man had already touched him everywhere. His eyes followed Jim's body. He admired the man's muscular body. Jim was quick to cover himself with a towel, so Jimmy was not able to see further below. The man dried the boy's hair and skin. Jimmy silently relished the feeling of being cared for. He wondered if that was what it felt like to have a parent. Dr Miller had only one spare room. He brought blankets, so Jimmy could sleep on the floor as Jim took the bed. When he had gone, Jim beckoned Jimmy beside him on the bed. "We won't be sleeping much in bed in our travels. You might as well get comfortable now," he said. Jimmy climbed next to him, and he was quick to fall asleep. He felt the man stroking his hair. The sense of warmth and safety lulled him into the most comfortable sleep he ever had. He woke up almost noon, and they had to start the day late. *** They left Harlow on a horse. The boy sat in front of the man as they traveled westward. The Mellow forest looked tons much kinder than the dark forest. Some springs flowed here and then. The twittering of birds filled the air. In the morning, the sun would light their path. Then the silver moon would replace it at night. Jim said there was a lively town in the middle of the forest. They would have reached it in two days. In the meantime, they set up camps at night to take rest. They would sleep until daybreak before going on their journey again. During those times, Jimmy kept close to the man. He would scoot close to him, and Jim would gladly take him in his arms. The boy trusted Jim entirely by then. Jim could have done anything to the boy right then, and Jimmy would not complain. He was a friend and a guardian to him. The town was on a glade right in the middle of the forest. They came upon it at night. Even after dark, it was bustling with different kinds of businesses. "Good day, sir! Looking for a place to stay with your son?" said a middle-aged man. "He's not my son. But yes, do you happen to know a good room with a bath?" answered Jim. "You came to the right man! I'm Baxter, the innkeeper. I'll lead you to my inn, sir." The man walked ahead of them. "You two looked so much alike that anyone could have mistaken you for a father and son." "Really?" asked Jim, smiling at Jimmy. They came to a huge building. The bottom floor was like an eating house and the rest of the floors were lodgings. Baxter led them to a room with a tub. Jim liked the room. It was not that big but cozy enough. It was separated into two by a partition. One was the bedroom and the other side was the bath. While Jimmy was opening the windows, Jim prepared the water in the tub. "Bath is ready. You can soak up first. I'm going outside to pick up something quickly." Jim took longer than he intended. When he went back inside, Jimmy was still in his clothes waiting for him. "You still haven't tried the tub?" he asked, putting down the things he bought on the table. "Were you waiting for me so we could take a bath together?" Jimmy stared at his feet silently. The man smiled and tousled the boy's hair. "Come here. I want to show you something." Jimmy stood by the table and saw a sweet cake on it. He looked at the man confused. "Well? Happy birthday!" said Jim. The boy was surprised. "You remembered?" "Yeah. When you told me about you and the orphanage, you kind of mentioned your birthday and I took note of it." Jimmy was hugging him before he even finished his words. "And I have a gift for you, though it's not much." Jim took a golden compass from his pocket. "This is a compass I had since I was a boy. It even has my name on it, which is your name as well. Since you like adventures and traveling, this is yours now." "No one had ever given me a gift before. Thank you, Jim." To Jim's surprise, the boy tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek. *** "You're thirteen now, aren't you?" Jim asked when they were soaking in the tub. "Yes," replied Jimmy, still beaming from the birthday gift and cake. "But how did you know your birthday is today if you never met your parents?" "My mother left me a letter. I hadn't brought it with me, but it told me the date I was born and that my father was going to get me soon. Though he never came." "Sorry about that, Jimmy." Jim caressed the boy's shoulders. There was no tension left in the boy's body. "It's fine. I'm very happy now." "Yeah. We have a lot of adventures to come. But the first step is to take a good bath." Jim washed the boy the way he did the first time. When the man's hand came to Jimmy's erect cock, he heard the boy sigh. He pulled the foreskin on and off to make sure that it was not as tight as before. "Can you please touch me there for a little longer?" Jimmy asked. He was hesitant to ask, but a tingling feeling in his privates made him do so. The man looked at him and saw something different in the boy's eyes. For the first time, he saw lust in Jimmy's eyes. "Sure," he said. He used both hands adeptly, making Jimmy lean on him and throw his head back from the unusual feeling. "I-I think I'm going to pee," uttered Jimmy. "Stand up," said Jim. At first, the boy thought the man was mad at him. He stood up, and his hard cock sprang from the water. Jim told him to turn around, and the boy's solid organ pointed straight at the man. Jim did not know why but he wanted the boy's cock in his mouth badly. Somehow he wanted to pleasure the boy. He took the cock whole and sucked it ravenously. Jimmy held on to the man's hair as his knees grew weak and wobbly. Jim was doing to him exactly what he witnessed Colin was performing on Bill back in the orphanage. Jim's mouth was warm and the sucking made the boy's cock feel so good. "It's coming, Jim. I'm going to pee," Jimmy warned him but Jim did not let him go. There was the first spurt, a mere amount of watery semen. When it hit Jim's taste buds, it made the man long for more. He sucked Jimmy's cock until it released more of that sweet nectar. Jimmy's legs gave out and he fell into the man's arms. He was awake but he felt like he was asleep after the intense pleasure that overtook his whole body. He wrapped his arms and legs around Jim. Later on, the man would tell him that he had experienced his first ejaculation.