Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 23:23:09 +0800 From: Bergil Subject: Somebody's Boy 3 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 3 "That, my lord, is quite obvious if you'll think about it. The boy does not only resemble you in appearance. He shares your love of adventures as well" "I know, Bart. I'm such a fool not to realize he's my boy sooner." "The important thing is that you are together now. The young master plainly adores you." Jim lifted the sleeping boy in his arms as they got off from the horse. The search for his lost son had been a tiring journey and they had little rest. His son sought comfort in his arms and fell asleep relieved that he would be right in his father's arms when he woke up. Bart welcomed them once again into the house and opened the door to their bedroom. Jimmy stirred when his father snuggled close to him. "How are you, son?" asked the man. "I think I'm the happiest boy in the world." Jimmy nuzzled his head on Jim's chest. "And you make me the happiest man." *** James Griffiths the First was the current head of the wealthy Griffiths family in the northern town of Grimswick. His friends and family called him Jim. He was a young man of great stature and intellect. Several years ago, Jim's father had arranged his marriage with a woman of equal status. However, Jim was infatuated with a commoner he met in his travels. He broke the marriage and lived with the woman he loved. Furious, his father sent men to terrorize the couple. The woman could not bear to live such a life, and she was the first to break up with Jim. Jim was miserable but still refused to marry someone he did not love. When his father died, Jim became the head and he handled it quite well. Two years ago, as the family's wealth continued to flourish, Jim left the affairs to the servants and went on an adventure where he learned that he had a son. Young Jimmy found it hard to believe how his fate turned out. It seemed only yesterday when he was the lonely boy in the orphanage. Then he found a unique friendship with a man who saved him several times. A man who happened to be his father. The two of them traveled to their estate in Grimswick. Even after a month, Jimmy was still not used to living in the manor. But his father never left his side. Whenever he was with Jim, the boy felt home. They often strolled the town together. The townsmen have known Jim well since he was a boy. The people started wondering about the identity of the boy acting as Jim's tail, following him everywhere. To formally introduce his son, Jim announced a banquet and invited every wealthy family in Grimswick and the neighboring towns. "Are you ready?" said Jim when he saw the boy awake on their bed. "I think so," answered Jimmy irresolutely while clinging to his father's arm. Jim kissed the boy's forehead. "Good morning, Master Jim. Breakfast is ready," said Moore the butler after knocking at Jim's room. When they arrived at the manor a month ago, Moore offered to fix a room for Jimmy. Jim refused saying that the boy would stay in his room for a while to which Jimmy happily agreed. The two could not bear to be apart from each other again. His father's childhood clothes fit Jimmy perfectly. With the help of Moore, they were able to find several pairs which Jimmy wore every day. When the day of the banquet came, Jim called the attention of everyone in the room. His hand was around Jimmy's waist as he introduced his son to the crowd. "This boy standing before you is the most significant person in my life. For thirteen years, I did not even know I had a son. Now, we have a lot of time to reclaim. I called everyone here today to introduce my beloved boy. Ladies and gentlemen, James Griffiths the Second." Jimmy waved his hand modestly as the crowd clapped for him. His heart swelled with joy when his father told everyone that he was his son. He held hands with the man all night letting everyone know how close they were. Later on, they bid the guests farewell and went back to their room. Jim helped the boy change into his old nightgown and they laid entangled on the bed. His hand leisurely stroked Jimmy's hairless legs as he breathed on the boy's hair. Meanwhile, Jimmy indulged in his father's masculinity. He embraced his muscular torso and inhaled his manly scent. Jim gently pushed the boy on his back and ardently kissed him. Slowly, his hand moved upward to Jimmy's lean thighs. The boy's cock grew erect with his father's hot kiss. The man's slender tongue probed Jimmy's fresh mouth skillfully. His son began leaking pre-cum to his night dress. His boyhood longed for his father's attention. When Jim's hand went further up his thigh, Jimmy willingly parted his legs. The boy was mistaken when he thought that his father's destination was his leaking cock. The man's hand snaked under his nightgown and sensually fingered his perineum. Then the fingers descended further and met with his taint. Jimmy pulled away from the kiss. He was still a bit scared when he thought about the fucking he saw at the orphanage. "Don't worry. I won't do anything that will hurt you." Jim's fingers continued teasing the hole. "I know of a way to make you feel good here without hurting you. Do you trust me?" "Of course!" Jimmy answered quickly. Jim retrieved his hand from Jimmy's nightgown and spat on his fingers before bringing it back to Jimmy's rear. The slippery fingers slathered spit on the boy's crevice. He watched his son tremble every time his finger grazed the orifice. Jim leaned and stuffed the boy's mouth with his tongue again before inserting the tip of his middle finger to the hot cavity. Jimmy tensed from the discomfort but his father's probing tongue soon distracted his mind as the finger went deeper into him. The base of his father's finger met his ass. He still felt uncomfortably full when the finger started bending and rotating. Somehow, the finger pressed something inside which made Jimmy cry out and sweat. His father knew the effect of that certain spot on Jimmy, so he focused on stimulating it. Jimmy's legs shook in lust. His back arched and he opened his legs more. The man broke the kiss to look at his son's horny face. Jimmy was drooling from the unfamiliar pleasure his father was making him feel. He hooked his arms around the man's neck and pulled his father again for a kiss. He ate the man's face vigorously as the finger made him hot and wet. Jim could not believe how a single finger turned his son in that state. The boy started pushing his hips against his hand and kissing him messily. When the man felt his finger being squeezed inside Jimmy, he knew the boy was about to experience an orgasm. He broke the kiss, not wanting to waste a creamy load of boyish cum. He took the overly hard cock in his mouth as he fucked the boy with his finger. His son was moaning with a voice he never heard before. Soon, he was rewarded with a fountain of sweet boy nectar. Jimmy lay there panting after an orgasmic bliss. When his father rose from his crotch, he smiled sweetly at the man. "Can we do that again soon?" asked the enthused boy. "Of course. But this time, how about we try it with two fingers?" That started another fingering session. Jimmy's voice was hoarse in the morning after moaning all night long. Through his father's long digits, a new desire was born to him. *** During their time at the manor, Jim personally handled his son's education. He became the boy's tutor and started Jimmy's education as a young gentleman. He taught the boy fencing and horseback riding. Jimmy was a fast learner so he did not have trouble teaching the boy. The house had a long black walnut table in the dining room. There, Jim would teach the boy table etiquette at lunchtime. The table was quite huge for only two, and it had put a considerable amount of distance between them. As they began to dine, Jim noticed his son dining impeccably. The boy was using the utensils the way his father taught him to. Yet he also observed how Jimmy lost his cheerfulness. "Come here, Jimmy." Jim beckoned his son to his lap. "Your seat is too far. I missed you already." "Me too!" Jimmy sat side-saddle on Jim. The man fed him on his own plate, utterly forfeiting the table manners. "Now, why don't you sit at the table for the dessert?" Jim pushed some plates back and sat the boy across him. The man fumbled on Jimmy's trousers. When Jimmy's boyhood was free, Jim eagerly milked it for an excellent after meal. Jim treated his son like a prince, and he was his protector. They were together at all times, inseparable even at bath and sleep. The servants had noticed their unusual relationship but no one dared to question it. Jimmy was thirteen and a half years old when he lost his virginity to his father. It happened unexpectedly one night when they were entangled in bed. His father was caressing his inner thigh as usual waiting until the boy was hot and horny to ask for his fingers. When Jimmy parted his legs and directed his father's hand to his hole, the man pulled his hand away. "Tonight, I'll make you even feel better," said Jim. He went before Jimmy's open legs and lifted them to the boy's chest. It gave him an unobstructed view of his son's pink puckered hole. He blew air on it and it winked at him. Jimmy had no idea what was to come. So when he felt his father's tongue on his hole, he jumped on the bed. The tongue was tracing his crack, lingering a few seconds on his tight pucker. The man kept on circling the hole with his tongue before suddenly shoving the slender flesh in his anus. Jimmy held his knees to his chest, allowing his father to go deeper into him. He started moaning and crying in an erotic high-pitched tone. Jim sucked and stabbed his son's hole. He had not tasted anyone's bottom before, but his son's tasted marvelous. He enthusiastically ate the boy's anus for so long making Jimmy's opening loose enough for two fingers after. "Daddy, please fuck me now with your cock," uttered Jimmy in lust. Jim promised that he would be gentle. He was hot to slam his cock to the tight hole but stopped himself. He wanted Jimmy's first time to be nothing but wonderful. He fetched some oil and lubricated his hot member and Jimmy's hole, sticking his fingers into his son. Jimmy looked at his father's long and slender shaft. The boy gulped. It looked absurdly huge. He suddenly wondered if that thing could possibly fit in his small opening. That was when he felt the glans on his well-lubed hole. It entered very slowly, giving Jimmy ample time to adjust. His father was looking at him throughout. The man carefully watched his son's expression. If he saw pain in the boy's face, he would pause immediately for minutes before moving again. Jimmy's cock had deflated as Jim stuffed him with the lengthy pole. He leaned forward and nibbled on his son's sweaty skin. The boy's cock was up in an instant and Jim had completely sheathed his cock with his son's chute. "I'm in, baby." Jim licked the boy's ear. "Fuck me now, Daddy." Jimmy wrapped his legs around his father's waist. Jim did as he was asked. He fucked the boy with passion and gusto that made Jimmy stop thinking about anything but the burning feeling of the cock inside him. All the time, Jim's gentleness did not waver. He made his son cry in pleasure without hurting him. He ate the boy's face and swallowed his moans. He felt the boy's cock rub against his stomach before blasting a hot load of cum between them. But the man was far from done. Jim was known by his past lovers for his great stamina. He could fuck all night and that was what he did with Jimmy. His son came several times before he finally filled the boy with his voluminous seed. Jimmy's body was sore in the morning, but the boy was in a very good mood. He walked funny during their fencing class and he had to skip horseback lessons. Yet that did not prevent an encore later on that night. Jim sat at the edge of the bed in front of the mirror. He let Jimmy climb his lap facing their reflections. The boy whimpered as he lowered himself on Jim's solid pipe. The man held the boy's cock which remained hard throughout the ordeal. "Look," said Jim pointing at the mirror. They saw themselves in the mirror: a teenage boy impaled on his sire's cock. It made both of them hotter. The boy began raising his hips up and then slamming it down to the man's slippery schlong. They managed to keep on necking while Jimmy rode the man with gusto. Jim turned the boy around without dislodging his organ from the boy's body so they were facing each other. He intimately fondled Jimmy's body making the boy ride him harder. His son's cock bobbled in front of him as the boy sweated profusely from the vigorous riding he was giving his father. Jim kissed his son deeply and laid him at the edge of the bed before taking over. He pummeled Jimmy until the boy was howling in pleasure. Night and day did Jim bred his son. It was impossible for the servants not to hear the amorous lovemaking of the father and son. Jimmy's sweet and high-pitched moans proved how skilled of a cocksman his father was. "Fuck me on the grass, Daddy," said Jimmy when they were out strolling at the garden one afternoon. "Anyone could see us," replied Jim, shaking his head and laughing at his son's growing boldness. "There! Behind the hedge." Jimmy pulled his father by the hand. "Alright, boy. Get on your back." Once Jimmy was down on the bed of grass, Jim raised the boy's legs and pulled the pants below the pale ass. He got down on his elbow and gave the pucker a thorough licking. He freed his cock from his pants and let Jimmy's spit lubricate it. Jimmy sighed as his father impaled him once again. The presence of the chill wind and the pointed grass that tickled his ass heightened the sensation. The man muffled the boy's cries with his mouth. Suddenly, the rain started pouring but neither of them had a care to stop their coupling even when they got soaked. Their clothes stuck to their skin as they kept moving in a rhythm. The two bodies shook, orgasming at the same time. Jim continued catering to his son's horny ideas. The man himself had lusty ideas of his own. He once bred Jimmy while they were riding a horse. They did not have to move at all. The horse did all the work. He had his son squirming in his arms as the boy creamed his pants while milking his father's cock lodged deeply in his cavern. Jimmy had utterly overcome his fear of fucking brought by the sadistic reverend. His father helped him get over it by making him experience how gentle and passionate fucking could be. Jimmy had become addicted to it. As a teenage boy, he was perpetually horny. And he could not stop thinking of his father's member buried in his welcoming hole. *** "This is our country's map. We are here," said Jim. He was showing Jimmy the maps in the library. "I didn't know it was this big." Jimmy followed the trail from Edgewood at the east to the Mellow Woods at the center and then the Griffiths Estate at the north. "I have only been in the east and north so far." "Soon, you'll see the ocean at the south and the hills at the west." "Are we going to travel again?" "If you still have the heart for it." "I'll always love adventures!" said Jimmy cheerfully. "But not as much as I love you." "Aren't you sweet?" Jim pulled the boy to his honorary place in his lap. He pressed his mouth against Jimmy and plunged his tongue into the sweet cavern. He dueled their slick tongues and gave Jimmy an intimate kiss that he loved. Jim suddenly lifted his son to his feet. "I'd like to give your other hole a kiss too." He positioned Jimmy so the boy was leaning against the table. Backing up his seat, he crouched a bit and caressed Jimmy's bottom cheeks. The boy's trousers fell on his ankles as he leaned further forward, offering the luscious orifice to his beloved father. Jim would always be fascinated by his son's hole. He parted the lily-white glutes to expose the pink bud hidden in between. Hardly had his tongue swiped across the cleft when he heard Jimmy whining in excitement. He ardently ate the boy's anus. With his father's adept probing tongue, Jimmy was turned into an incessant moaning mess. Although they had been doing it for some time then, he still could not get used to the immense pleasure. He turned and looked at his father with a flare in his eyes. Jim stopped eating the boy's ass. He straightened back to his seat and started unbuckling his pants. The boy was quick to drop to his knees and admire the immense size of his father's shaft. Jimmy did not wait for further instruction as he put the hefty organ in his mouth. His manner of sucking involved only the glans and another couple of inches. As he sucked it like lolly, he was stroking his father's shaft and heavy balls with his free hands. Seeing his son's mouth stuffed with cock always expedites Jim's orgasm. He held on to Jimmy's shoulders as he creamed the boy's gullet with fatherly semen. His glans glistened with his seed and Jimmy's spit. He lifted the boy to the table. "I've never seen you play with yourself," said Jim. "Why don't you play with it in front of me?" "I've never done it before," Jimmy muttered sheepishly with a straight hard, and pink boy shaft. "Do what I always do with your dick. Use your hands." Jimmy obeyed and pulled his foreskin back. The first stroke made his cock ooze some pre-cum. His father scooped and ate it using a finger. Jimmy beat his cock faster. He was locking eyes with his father. "Put a finger in your ass," instructed Jim. Jimmy did as he was told and inserted his index finger in his hole. It felt good but not as much as when his father did it. The man's eyes never left his. It made him several times hornier. He was madly beating off and fingering himself right then. His hand gripped his cock tight, as the first rocket of semen launched overhead. It fell right on his shoulder. The rest followed and coated the boy's body with his own seed. Jim grabbed him to his lap again and intimately kissed his son while stroking the boy's tingly body after a shattering orgasm. He nuzzled Jimmy's sweaty neck as the boy panted in his chest. "I knew you can do it. You gotta play with yourself more." "Nuh-uh. I'd rather you play with me," said Jimmy. Jim chuckled. "Fine. You're my boy after all." -- The End --