Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 23:22:01 +0800 From: Bergil Subject: Somebody's Boy 2 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 2 It has been three months since they journeyed together. The man and the boy got closer and attached. They learned that traveling was not the only thing they both liked. They also shared similar preferences in foods. Both loved sweets. They were in the town of Old Pendle southwest of the Mellow Forest, hoarding candies at a sweets store before they left town. Jimmy was busy filling up a small bag of sweets when he noticed Jim talking to a group of fancy-dressed ladies. The ladies were flirtatiously holding onto the man's arm and constantly batting their eyelashes. One even gave Jim a kiss on the cheek. Jim saw the boy looking and frowning. He shrugged helplessly around the ladies. "Come see us next door. We'll serve you good," said one lady invitingly before they all left. "The next building is a brothel, isn't it?" asked Jimmy. "You're right." Jim joined him weighing the bag of sweets. "Well, why don't you go there?" "I can't. I told them I'm babysitting someone," said Jim grinning. Jimmy frowned again. "Quit frowning, my boy. Here, try this." Jim fed the boy a piece of nut with honey. They left the town a couple of hours after noon and headed southward. Jim planned to show Jimmy the sea. The nearest coast was at the south and they were merely a week away. The sun was still high when they reached the end of the forest. In front of them lay a great grassland with scattered trees here and then. They stopped at the last group of trees that provided shade. "Let's wait for the sun to sink lower. I don't want you burning your lily-white skin," said Jim halting the horse. "The sky is so clear here," observed Jimmy as not a single cloud covered the vast blue sky. "Wait until dark. It will be more beautiful by then. The sky is bare, so you could see millions of stars." Jim held the boy's waist as Jimmy watched the sun slowly fall west. The man leaned until their lips met. The boy's eyes widened but he did not pull back even when the man parted his lips and invaded his untouched mouth. Jimmy wrapped his arm around Jim's neck as the man suckled on his tongue. He let the man conquer his mouth, giving him a remarkable first kiss. Jim did not know what came over him, but when he saw Jimmy smiling at him after the kiss he did not bother to question it. Under the orange hue of the setting sun, they continued their journey in the grassland. When the time had come to rest for the night, Jim started a fire near a lone tree. He harnessed the horse to the tree, as he and Jimmy lay star-gazing nearby. The boy scooted close and draped a leg over him. Jim caressed the smoothness of Jimmy's legs until they fell asleep. The man woke up with a start. He felt a sharp pain in his left side. The pain was increased by another kick. When he opened his eyes, a blade was pointed at him by Bill. In a panic, Jim's eyes searched for Jimmy. He found the boy standing at his feet held by the reverend himself. "Let go of--" he started but Bill stopped him with a kick. Jimmy was crying and struggling to break free from the reverend's tight grip. He begged them not to hurt Jim. "I'm taking the boy back to the orphanage. You see, he is my prized possession. And you thief, don't you ever show your face to me again," said the reverend. He dragged Jimmy to the carriage. The boy sat miserably next to the reverend as Bill started the carriage. He knew that only doom awaited him in Edgewood. He thought no one could save him anymore when he heard a struggle and something falling outside. "What is the matter, Bill?" asked the reverend. There was no response from Bill. The carriage suddenly halted. The door opened, and Jim pointed a sword to the reverend's neck. Jimmy was overjoyed to see Jim and quickly tried to join the man but the reverend gripped his arm ever so tightly. It loosened slowly when Jim put the blade against the skin of the reverend's neck until it started to bleed. The wicked man realized Jim was prepared to end his life right then, so he begrudgingly let the boy go. Jimmy jumped into Jim's arms. They cut the horse from the carriage and sent the horse running. Jimmy saw Bill knocked out on the ground near the carriage as Jim lifted him on their horse. "Don't pursue us again," said Jim as a final warning before storming off. "Thank you, Jim. You've saved me many times." "Well, you seem to like getting caught." Jimmy chuckled and they went on south without stopping until a considerable amount of distance was between them and the two crooks. "The wind is getting warm," said Jimmy. "It will get even warmer soon." They were both starting to sweat as the sun rose above them without trees to provide them shade. The journey to Norton was long and hot. It was sundown when they reached the town. "I once lived here for a year or so," said Jim reminiscently. "Really? When?" asked Jimmy. "Long ago. Before you were even born I think." "Who did you live with?" "A woman I loved." They came to an old small house with a beautiful garden. An old man came out and immediately recognized Jim. "Master Jim! Glad to have you back." "I'm only staying for the night, Bart. We are headed to the sea." "I see. Then, I'll serve you, my lord. Come in. And who might this be?" asked Bart pertaining to Jimmy. "My young friend, Jimmy. He is my traveling mate. I wish you could serve him too." "Of course! Come in, son. I'll get you drinks." Jim looked around the house. Bart did a good job as its keeper. Nothing had changed since he was last there. The memories flooded back to his mind, and he felt a gloom coming over him. After drinking a cup of tea, he went to his room and threw himself on the bed. "Are you alright Jim?" Jimmy followed him. "Yes, I'm fine. Go eat supper with Bart. I'm going to lay here for a while," said Jim. "I'm not that hungry. Can I join you?" Jim did not answer but made space for the boy on the bed. He turned his head and looked at Jimmy. He saw worry in the boy's eyes and was touched by it. Stroking the boy's face, he leaned closer and kissed him. Jimmy opened his lips willingly, and Jim penetrated his maw with an exploring tongue. He got the boy out of his shirt while kissing. Jimmy lay shirtless on the bed. The man gazed at him from above. He felt a pair of lips on the tender skin of his neck, and he let out a groan. His arms were raised over his head and Jim breathed on his smooth white pit. "I really like your smell," said Jim as he went to sniff the other pit. Jimmy's face felt hot. There was a tent in his shorts and Jim was quick to notice it. "Take this off for me." Jim tugged on the boy's shorts. Jimmy raised his hips, and the man helped him pull off the piece of cloth. The boy was buck naked on the bed. His cock pointed straight like an arrow to the ceiling. He sighed when he felt Jim's fingers envelop his boyhood. He shut his eyes and let the man do whatever he wanted with his young body. Jim looked at Jimmy's taut young body. He noticed the tiniest pair of nubs on the boy's chest and the cute protruding navel. Soon, his lips were all over it as he stroked Jimmy's erect rod. He got the boy squirming and whimpering beneath him. It was not long before a fountain of watery semen painted Jimmy's stomach. Jim licked it off before lying next to the naked boy. Later on, Jim dreamed of someone sucking his cock. He woke up and realized he was not entirely dreaming. He peeked under the sheet and saw Jimmy between his legs. The boy was suckling and licking on the tip of his cock like a lolly. It was long ago since someone had his cock in their mouth. The boy's inexperienced mouth aroused him even more. He warned Jimmy of his impending orgasm, but the determined boy kept the glans in his mouth. He flooded the boy's maw with thick potent seed. Some oozed out at the corners of Jimmy's lips, but he swallowed most of it. Jim had to pull the boy away from his sensitive tip. Jimmy grinned as he laid on Jim's arm. The man wiped the semen on the boy's lips with his thumb, and the boy sucked the finger eagerly. Jim kissed the boy passionately. He did not care if he could taste his seed in the boy's mouth. He wanted to show the boy he appreciated him. "I believe you're still hungry," said Jim. "Let's go find out if Bart prepared something for us." They ate a hearty breakfast in the house. Bart noticed that Jim was in a much better mood. He also observed how close Jim was to the boy but did not mention anything. Jimmy did not get to look much around the house last night. After breakfast, he walked around as Jim and Bart talked. In the living room, he saw a small sculpture that piqued his interest. It was an angel made of white marble. He picked it up and studied it when he heard Jim talk to him like he never did before. "Put that down!" Jim shouted sharply at the boy. Jimmy was startled and he accidentally let go of the sculpture. It broke into smithereens after hitting the ground. But there was something inside it. An envelope that had faded in time. Jim came to pick it up. "I'm sorry, Jim," said Jimmy but Jim ignored him and locked himself in his room. Jimmy stood there miserably. He helped Bart clean his mess. "It was made by the woman he loved. He did not like anyone touching it," Bart told him as they swept the memento of Jim's lover. "I shouldn't have touched it. I'm sorry. Now, Jim's mad at me," Jimmy lamented. Bart smiled. "Don't worry. You seemed dear to my master. I saw how you effortlessly made him smile. I have never seen him do so for a long time." Although Bart reassured him, Jimmy still feared that Jim was mad at him. He waited patiently for him at the door of his room. It was kept shut for hours. When Jim opened it, the boy was quick to apologize again. "It's fine, Jimmy. As a matter of fact, I have to thank you. If you had not accidentally broken the sculpture, I would not have known that I have a son." "A son! Why do you mean, sir?" asked Bart. "There was a letter from Miranda inside the sculpture. Miranda and I once broke a lot of marble statues that my father had. She hid the letter in the sculpture to prevent others from reading it, expecting that I would understand immediately and break it. She sent it to me before she passed away. I should have known to break the sculpture when she sent it. But I cherished it instead. It was the only thing that I had of her." Jim sat as both Bart and Jimmy listened to him. "The letter says I have a son. He lives in Davenport. It is only a day's journey from here. There's no time to waste. Prepare the horse, Bart. I shall depart at once. A boy is waiting for me." "Can I come with you, Jim?" Jimmy asked. "Alright. But I won't be stopping until I find my son." Jimmy nodded and hopped in on the horse. As soon as they were both astride, Jim sent the horse flying in the direction of Davenport. While the thoughts of his son ran through Jim's mind, Jimmy wondered what would happen to him once the man had found his son. They traveled all day and night, stopping only once for a short nap and snack. "He must be your age by now," Jim said out of the blue during the break. "Do you think he'll be mad at me, Jimmy? I have kept him waiting for thirteen years." "I think he will be happy to see you and spend time with you." "You think so?" Jimmy nodded. The boy spoke out of his heart. That was what he would be going to feel if his father suddenly appeared before him. At the crack of dawn, they arrived at Davenport. Jim found the house where Miranda and her sister lived through memory. He ran to the door and knocked impatiently until someone let him in. Jimmy waited outside with the horse. From his pocket, he took the pendant with his name. He wondered if his father was also looking for him somewhere in this world. The letter his mother left him said to wait for his father's coming. Jimmy waited for him at Edgewood patiently until he had to leave to save himself. He wondered what kind of future awaited him. He envied Jim's son. He knew Jim was going to be a great father. Meanwhile, inside the house, Jim talked to Miranda's sister who was not very happy at being woken up very early. "Where is my boy?" asked Jim looking around the house. "Well, look who's here after disappearing for a long time. You can't find anyone else here. I live alone." "But the letter said my son's here." "That letter was thirteen years old. The boy is not here anymore. I gave him to a friar from Edgewood Orphanage as soon as Miranda died. I can't feed another mouth alone. I hardly even get by myself." Jim's heart sank. He thought he would finally meet the boy. But fate would not let him be. "Wait. Did you say Edgewood?" "Yes. That was where the old friar said he was taking the boy." "Did you know my son's name?" "Well, the little devil had your eyes and hair and everything. It would be funny not to name him after you." Jim's eyes widened in disbelief. "It can't be." He ran outside and saw Jimmy leaning against a post patiently waiting for him. At the boy's hand, he saw a familiar pendant. He knew it because it was his before. His name was even carved on it. He smiled, wiping the tears in his eyes. There was no doubt about it then. Jimmy noticed him. "Did you find your son?" "Yes," said Jim. "That's great." "Very great. I'll be taking my boy to my hometown first. Then I'll be showing him the sea. And we'll go on many adventures. Only the two of us." "Oh. That... sounds fun, Jim." Jimmy gripped the fabric of his shorts and turned his back to the man. He was fighting the urge to cry. "I think I'm heading west now. Thank you for everything." Jimmy started walking away but Jim stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?" said the man. "I won't let you out of my sight again, my dear son." Jim embraced the boy from behind. Jimmy was confused and he looked at the man with teary eyes. "We really are fated to meet. You were sent to Edgewood with your mother's letter. I came before you ran away. Then we met again and traveled together. What a ridiculous thing fate is. The son I was looking for had been with me all along." Jimmy did not hold back his tears anymore. He turned around and embraced the man who happened to be his father. The man took him and lifted him in his arms. A father and son had finally met each other. That night in an inn at Davenport, Jimmy lay awake in his father's arms. "Can't sleep?" asked Jim. The boy nodded. "I'm afraid that when I wake up all of these will be only a dream." "This is real, Jimmy. You'll never be alone again." Jim held the boy's face closer to him and kissed him deeply. He began unbuttoning Jimmy's clothes. "I might know of a way that will help you sleep soundly." Jimmy thought Jim would not kiss him that way or touch him again after knowing that the blood that flowed in their veins was one. So it was his utter delight when Jim began kissing his body. When the man kissed his mouth again, Jimmy sucked on the man's tongue. Jim peeled the boy's clothes and gazed at his son's nakedness. The protruding organ in the boy's groin stood erect wanting attention. Jim could not deny it. He went between the boy's legs and kissed the small part of the glans that peeked from Jimmy's foreskin. Using his lips, he pulled back the skin and licked the smooth spade glans that was shaped like his own. He took the length of his son's cock in his mouth until his nose was buried in the few wisps of brown hair that started growing at the base of Jimmy's cock. He was greatly aroused by the boyish smell of Jimmy's privates. Jimmy thrashed on the bed as his father bobbed his head on his shaft. He held on to the man's hair. His balls churned and his toes curled. He fed his own father with his immature seed. Jim rose between the boy's legs and gave the boy another tongue bath. He licked the sweat off his son's lithe body. The boy's chest heaved as he recovered from the shattering orgasm that shook his whole body. Jim watched as Jimmy sat and crept between his legs. He knew exactly what the boy wanted. Jimmy fished the adult cock from his father's pants. He did not have to do much to make it hard. Jimmy gave the length of the pole several kisses before nursing the glans with his tongue. He took the spade to his mouth and sucked it. He was not skilled enough to take the whole length down his throat, but his father assured him he was doing great. Jimmy greedily swallowed his father's seed, the very same seed that brought his own existence. "What would happen if your son wasn't me?" Jimmy uttered the question that had been troubling him. Jim fumbled on the bedside. He brought a piece of paper to Jimmy. "If you weren't my son, I was about to make you mine." Jimmy was holding a document for adoption. His father had already asked Bart to send a copy to Edgewood Orphanage as soon as they reached Norton. Although the document was futile since Jim was already his legal and biological father, the boy's heart surged with overwhelming emotions and reassurance that the man truly loved him. "I love you, Daddy," said Jimmy sheepishly as he curled up in his father's chest. Being called "daddy" for the first time had a certain effect on Jim. He was filled with joy. He began to look forward for tomorrow again, which he had stopped doing since the demise of Jimmy's mother. "I love you too, my son." The boy did not have trouble sleeping after. He laid soundly on Jim's chest and embraced his father so tight as if the man would be taken away from him. Knowing that he would wake up in his father's arms put a smile on his face even when he was sleeping. Thus was the beginning of the many adventures of the inseparable father and son.