Care
By Li'l Ninja
nifty_little_ninja@proton.me

Super serious disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any possible resemblances to real-life people or events within this story are purely coincidental, I swear! This story contains naughty things that you might find...well... naughty. If naughty stuff offends you or it is illegal for you to read in your state, country, town, city, or whatever, then bugger off elsewhere! - Or just use a VPN or something - If not, then grab a box of tissues [for your eyes, you dirty sod!] and let's get started.

Chapter 1: The Berrycloths

The word 'care' can be used in many different ways: It can be used as a noun; "Timmy cleaned his bike with the best of care." - It could also be used as a verb; one might say, "I care for you very much." Or they could say, "I couldn't care less." Or, perhaps, to offer inclination, "Would you care to watch some T.V?". You probably don't even realise how often you and others around you use this simple little word - it really is very versatile. However, for one little boy on the outskirts of Derbyshire in England, the word 'care' has a completely different meaning.

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17th May 1991

"Okay boys, dinner time!" chimed out Mrs Berrycloth as she finished setting down the last few piping hot bowls of vegetables and a big bowl of creamy mashed potatoes.
A few seconds later, the squeals of laughter and the pounding of running feet could be heard throughout the bungalow. Two boys, aged 8 and 12, entered the dining area.
"What have I told you boys about running in the house?" Mrs Berrycloth asked, in a half-serious tone.
"Sorry, Mum," said the older, taller boy, trying not to smile. The younger boy, standing slightly behind the older boy, simply stared up at the older boy, clinging on to the back of his clothes.
"Go on, you pair," Mrs Berrycloth smiled. "Go wash your hands for dinner." The two boys carried on walking through the dining area. As soon as the two boys were out of Mrs Berrycloth's sight, squeals of laughter, giggling, and running feet could be heard once again.

Mrs Berrycloth headed into the open-plan kitchen and lounge area. A Sheltie dog was patiently laying on a dog bed in one corner of the lounge. The Sheltie lifted its head and watched Mrs Berrycloth as she took off her cooking apron, placed it neatly on the breakfast bar and looked at her watch. Just as she did, the sound of the front door could be heard opening. The Sheltie jumped up instantly and bounded out of the lounge, towards the door barking, to greet whoever it is.

Mr Berrycloth knows exactly what to expect each time he gets home. As he closed the door, the Sheltie was bounding and jumping around and whining excitedly, as if to say 'Hurry up and close the door dad!'
"Hello there, my big soft pupper!" Mr Berrycloth exclaimed, giving the Sheltie a real good fuss, ensuring to do plenty of scratching around the ears. "Have you been a good boy?" he continued excitedly. "I bet you have! I bet you have!" The Sheltie's tail wagged furiously in excitement. "Come on then," he said, walking through to the lounge. The sheltie followed in tow, tail still wagging away happily. "Hello, dear," he said, lovingly, embracing his wife. "How was your day?" They shared a kiss. The Sheltie, slightly calmer, went back to laying patiently on his bed again.
"Uneventful," she replied. "I got a call about the kids' playhouse, though."
"Oh, brilliant," exclaimed Mr Berrycloth, taking off his tie and dark blue suit jacket, and hanging them on the back of one of the breakfast bar stools. "Did they say when it's coming?"
"Yes, anywhere between 8 am and 11 am on Tuesday morning," she replied. I've arranged for Mrs Baxter to take the kids to school on Tuesday though. It's only 10 minutes down the road, but you can bet that the playhouse people will end up arriving while I'm out," she explained in a jovial tone.
"Thank you," Mr Berrycloth said, embracing his wife again. "I love you so much."

Sounds of giggling and splashing could be heard coming from the bathroom a couple of rooms away.
"You boys best not be flooding the bathroom out," she shouted in her jovial, half-serious tone. "And hurry up - your father's home."
"How's he been today?" quizzed Mr Berrycloth.
"He's still not talking yet," Mrs Berrycloth replied, her voice taking on a more serious tone for the first time. "Well, to me anyways. He and Dominic seem to get along great though."
"You've just got to give him a little time. You know he's been through a hell of a lot; things that no kid should ever have to go through."
"I know, it's been an entire week already though," she replied, holding back her tears.
"Hey, hey," says Mr Berrycloth in a soft, comforting tone, "he's getting there. At least he's actually speaking now - well, to Dominic at least." He kissed his wife on the forehead gently.
"But," she paused, "what if he hates me?" she sobbed quietly. "I want him to stay. I want to give him a good, solid home."
"He doesn't hate you. He's just extremely shy. Just give it a little while longer."
"But the social worker is due tomorrow at 4 pm. If he won't even speak to us, they'll think the worst and move him somewhere else again."
"I'm sure they'll understand the situation," he said, still embracing his wife and rubbing her back, gently. "At least he's behaving" - more splashes and squeals of laughter came from the bathroom - "well, mostly, at least," he chuckled. "I don't know why the social worker said to be worried about his behaviour. He's been as good as gold since he's been here."
"He's an angel," she reinforced, "maybe having a 'bigger brother' is doing some good for him?"
"Perhaps," he agreed. "Look, I'll try talking to Dominic over the weeken — "
"Dad!" Dominic shouted happily as he walked into the lounge, interrupting his parent's conversation. "You're home!" Mr and Mrs Berrycloth broke their embrace and Mr Berrycloth lowered himself onto one knee as Dominic ran towards his father for a hug.
"Oooffft," Mr Berrycloth said playfully as Dominic launched himself into his father's arms, wrapping his own arms tightly around his father. "Ha-ha," he chuckled "I take it you missed me, Son?"
"I always miss you when you go away, Dad." Ooft, that was right in the feels spot!
"Aww. You know I miss you, too Dominic," he said happily, embracing his Son closer and kissing the top of his head. "Have you been behaving for Mum?"
"Yes, Sir," said Dominic sincerely, nodding his head.
"Good," said Mr Berrycloth in a sly, joking tone. "Because you know what happens to boys who misbehave in this house," his tone getting even more sly and joking.
"No, Dad," Dominic laughed - he knew exactly what was coming - "Ple... please don't... No — "

Squeals of laughter and snorting erupted from Dominic's mouth as his dad tickled at his sides mercilessly. "Ah ha-ha... Ha-ha-ha-ha. No... P-please... *snort*... *snort*... stop," he gasped in between hysterical laughter, as the relentless tickle-attack continued. "Ah ha-ha-ha... I've... snort... Aha-ha-ha... I've-been-good... Aha-ha-ha... I've-Been-Good!" he pleaded, screaming with laughter. Mr Berrycloth stopped the assault and laughed at his son's beetroot-red face as he laid there in front of him on his back, looking like a submissive dog. The boy was trying to catch his breath and didn't have a single care that his t-shirt had ridden all the way to the top of his tummy and his underpants and trousers were all twisted.
"Okay, Son. I believe you." Mr Berrycloth held his hand out for him. "But if I find out you've been naughty, I'll tickle you 'till you pee your pants," he laughed. Dominic took hold of his father's hand. His father pulled him up and hugged him again.
"I'll be good. I promise."
"Ha-ha. I know you will be."
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you're back home again."
"Me too. Love you, Son," he said softly to Dominic, rubbing his back gently.
"Love you too, Dad," the boy said smiling.

That entire time the younger boy had been hiding behind the corner that lead into the lounge. As Dominic clambered off his dad and started to straighten himself up, Mr Berrycloth caught half an impish little smile from the smaller boy who had been watching. As soon as the boy noticed him looking his way his smile dropped instantly. "Hey there little one," he said softly. The little boy said nothing but gave a paltry wave and looked straight to Dominic and back again to Mr Berrycloth. Mr Berrycloth gave him a warm smile and a little wink.

"C'mon then boys," said Mrs Berrycloth. "Dinner is going to be freezing if we leave it much longer."
Dominic walked over to the little boy, smiled, and held out his hand. The small boy took his hand and they all headed into the dining room to sit down and eat.

***

Dinner time is usually quite civilised at the Berrycloth's house.
"Is everyone enjoying their dinner?" Mrs Berrycloth asked.
"Yeah, Mum. It's great!" Dominic reported.
The smaller boy nodded rhythmically before opening his mouth to fill it up with another pile of delicious, buttery mashed potato and roast chicken.
"I miss your cooking so much whenever I go away," included Mr Berrycloth, sincerely.
"When do you go away again, Dad?"
"Not for another 3 weeks now," his dad responded. Dominic fist-pumped the air. "But I'm in at the office 6 days a week until then, though."
"That's fine, at least I... We get to see you every day." Mr Berrycloth gave Dominic a quick wink which made Dominic smile and his soft baby blue eyes twinkle. His eyes contrasted perfectly with his medium-length dusty blonde hair that he wore flat and it covered his ears slightly, settling to a point.
"Hey, boys," Dominic's mum interjected, "your new garden playhouse gets delivered on Tuesday." Dominic began to beam with excitement. Even the smaller boy seemed excited, too.
"When will we be able to play in it?" asked Dominic excitedly.
"They will build it all on Tuesday and then a man will come and fit some carpet the following morning. You don't want to get splinters from the wood floor if you fall over. So it should be ready for you to play in on Wednesday after school if you like," she stated.
The younger boy was swinging his legs backwards and forwards on his chair with excitement. Dominic turned to the younger boy and they simply grinned at each other gleefully.

When the younger boy smiled like this two small dimples formed on each of his soft white cheeks. He had the most incredible smile that was sweet and loving, but also mischievous and slightly impish. It was a smile that instantly broke the hearts of anyone lucky enough to see it. His skin was pale and peppered lightly with freckles over the bridge of his little nose and just below his marbled, stony-grey coloured eyes. He had ever such a slight squint and his features were small. He was quite short, too, even for his age. His mousey brown, almost auburn, hair was short and he wore it up in a spikey fashion. The front of his hair was also up in a quiff that strayed slightly off to one side.

"Well, if you think that's great boys - " injected Mr Berrycloth, "guess what else?"
The two boys were thinking hard but said nothing. What could possibly be better than their very own playhouse?
"I don't think they'll guess," chuckled Mrs Berrycloth. "You had better tell them."
"Okay, okay," he replied. "Boys, we're going to get a swimming pool installed in the back garden."
Dominic nearly fell out of his chair. All he could say is "No way! Oh wow. Yes! Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Yes! Yes! Oh wow..." over and over again.
"We're having the builders come over to give us a quote on the price and talk about what exactly we want sometime next week," said the dad. "Now, it will take them quite a while to build it. After all, they have to bring a JCB in to dig the hole - "
"A JCB?!" Dominic gasped excitedly, interrupting his father.
" - and then they have to build the thing," the dad carried on. "Then they will have to fit the pumps and stuff, too. But, by any luck, it should be finished by the summer holidays."
"Awesome!" stated Dominic, giving the air another fist pump.

They had all finished eating quite some time ago so the mum started to clear the table. "Anyway, boys," she said, "you had better hurry up and get your bath if you want to catch The Simpsons on Sky tonight."
"Okay Mum," agreed Dominic. "Wanna share a bath again?" He asked, looking at the smaller boy.
The smaller boy opened his mouth to say something, nearly forgetting himself, but quickly closes it again. Instead, he nods enthusiastically.
"I almost thought you were going to say something there for a second," chuckled the Mother as she scraped leftovers of meat, vegetables and some gravy into a bowl. "That's fine, in your own time, handsome." She smiled acceptingly. "Give me a shout after you bath if you need me to towel dry you again, though. I know you like that." The small boy nodded at her politely. "Okay then, off you go," she said cheerfully. Then she left the dining room with the bowl of leftovers.

The Sheltie sat bolt upright as soon Mrs Berrycloth entered the kitchen/lounge area but still stayed patiently on the dog bed. She then scraped the dinner leftovers into the dog's food bowl. "Go on then, good boy..." she invited.
The Sheltie didn't need telling twice. Instantly, he darted to his food bowl and started enjoying the mix of leftover chicken meat and vegetables, smothered in gravy.

Next, Mrs Berrycloth headed to the bathroom to start running the boys a nice bubble bath. Finally, she headed back to the dining room to finish clearing up. "Right, you boys - your bath is running - you'd best go jump in," she stated.
"Okay, Mum. Thanks," said Dominic. "Come on, Dylan," he beckoned, looking at the smaller boy, "last one in is a rotten egg!" They both jumped off their chair and went running off to get in the bath - the obligatory squeals of laughter, giggling and running of feet could be heard throughout the household once again.

***

After bath time the family sat around in the lounge together watching TV on Sky for a while. This was a huge delight for Dylan; he had never watched Sky before he came here just about a week prior. In fact, not many people who lived in England had Sky in the 1990s as it was seen as quite an expensive luxury.

Dominic and Dylan sat wearing only their briefs and shared the same sofa with the dog curled up in between them.

Dylan spent nearly as much time looking at Dominic and stroking the dog as he spent watching the TV. And, for a few short hours, he felt almost content - able to forget what his life was like merely a few weeks before.

It wasn't long until, like most nights, Dylan had fallen asleep, curled up with his head resting on the Sheltie dog again. The pooch really didn't mind being used as a pillow.

When it was Dominic and Dylan's bedtime, Mr Berrycloth gently scooped Dylan up into his arms and carried him to his bedroom. He pulled back the duvet and carefully placed Dylan on his bed and tucked him in soundly. Kissing him tenderly on the forehead, Mr Berrycloth said quietly, "You're safe now little one. No one will harm you here."

Mr Berrycloth got up and headed to the bedroom door, stopping for a moment to turn around and check that Dylan was still sound asleep. Dylan wriggled about slightly. Then he popped his thumb into his mouth and started suckling at it gently. Soon, the boy was still again.

"Goodnight, Dylan. Sweet Dreams," he whispered softly before exiting the room and closing the door gently behind him.

***

Dylan stared silently at the large, stiff penis that was being held in front of his face by a much larger male. There was a drop of milky-white seamen glistening on its piss-slit. The warm breath coming from Dylan's mouth made the large organ stiffen harder and it started to throb. Curls of thick, jet-black hair premiered its base and a few coarse black hairs covered the drooping testicles too, one of which hung slightly lower than the other. Dylan could sense a distinct musky and a slightly salty scent.

The room was completely dark and it almost felt to Dylan like the only things in existence were himself and this throbbing, solid erection directly in front of him.

All that Dylan could focus on was his thumping heartbeat and the ticking of a clock on the wall behind him. Each second of each tick of the clock seemed to take an eternity. He couldn't look up.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of his head and forcefully pushed his face closer to the pulsating genitals. The thickening bead of pre-cum started rolling down the underside of its thick shaft. And a tear started rolling down Dylan's cheek.

"Come on, you know what to do," said the older male, gripping the base of his member and dragging its wet tip along Dylan's lips. Dylan could taste the warm, salty, slimy texture of the precum being spread across his face.

Dylan tightened his lips. He still could not look up.

"C'mon boy!" demanded the male as he started to slap his genitals on the side of Dylan's face. Spatters and splats of thick, sticky pre-cum jumped from the male's member on contact, getting some in Dylan's hair. Some went in his ear and even his nose, too, as the male smeared his penis lustfully over the little boy's face. "Open up."

Dylan opened his mouth reluctantly and the guy teased his wet, sticky member, moving it around and around Dylan's soft pink lips.

"Stick your tongue out," the male demanded. Tears were streaming down Dylan's face now. But still, he never made a noise and never looked up. He knew the quickest way to get this over and done with was to comply. So, he stuck his little tongue out, cupping it upwards around the edges slightly. "There's a good boy," the male said in a highly degrading tone, "you dirty little slut kid; you might even enjoy this."

The male placed the very end of his bulking member in the little divot that Dylan was making with his tongue and started to slowly but firmly run the underside of his penis up and down Dylan's soft little tongue. Occasionally, the head of the guy's cock would go a little too far, hitting Dylan's tonsils and he did his very best not to gag. But still, Dylan could not look up.

Tears and snot streamed down Dylan's face and down onto the male's genitalia, mixing with his saliva and the man's precum.

A few moments later the male increased his pace, thrusting his penis in and out of Dylan's open mouth violently while pushing down hard on the boy's soft tongue.

Soon enough, the male was close to climax and with a few more solid thrusts he let out a cry, shooting stream after stream of seamen into the small boy's mouth. Grabbing the boy on the back of his head with both hands, he forced Dylan's mouth down over the full length of his ejaculating member.

***

Suddenly, Dylan woke up, covered in sweat, tears streaming down his face. His bottom lip quivered as he tried to catch his breath and get his thoughts in order. A flash flood of memories of what he was just dreaming about bombarded him mercilessly. He put his thumb in his mouth and started sucking. He didn't know why he did this. He knew only babies sucked their thumbs and that he shouldn't still be doing it at nearly 9 years of age. Still, it comforted him somehow.

Dylan threw back his duvet and peered underneath his bed slowly. When he knew he was safe, he hopped out of bed and opened his bedroom door.

Dominic's bedroom was just across the hallways from his room. The hallway light was on and it hurt his eyes so he quickly hopped down the hallways and slowly creaked open Dominic's bedroom door.

Dom's eyes opened sleepily as he saw the hallway light that was shining behind little Dylan. Right away he noticed Dylan's tears and quivering lips with a thumb stuck between them and he threw open his duvet invitingly, gesturing for Dylan to hop in. Dylan pulled his thumb from his mouth, blinked, and gave Dominic a little smile, already starting to feel a slightly better.

Dylan quietly closed Dom's bedroom door and scampered over to Dom's bed, hopping in skilfully. Dominic wrapped his duvet over both of them and then he put his arm around Dylan and pulled the small boy close to him. Dylan sighed peacefully at the warmth of Dominic's strong arms embracing his whole body and closed his eyes. Dominic gave him a light kiss on the back of his neck, just below his ear and that was enough to make Dylan melt away into a much happier state of sleep. Not a single word was muttered between them.

***

The next morning, Dylan and Dominic awoke to a light knocking on the door. A few moments later, the door creaked open - it was Mrs Berrycloth. She smiled and said, "Good morning, boys. You'd better get dressed and washed; breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes." She closed the door and left.

Luckily they were covered by the duvet, otherwise, Mrs Berrycloth would have seen how closely they were spooning. And, although Dylan was only 8, the tenting from his small, stiff penis in his briefs would have been more than obvious.

They both grinned and were still for a while. Then Dominic started grinding his own stiff boyhood up against Dylan's buttocks and gently caressing his hands up and down Dylan's chest and tummy. The only thing they were both wearing was their briefs and the feeling of their soft, warm skin pressed against one another felt magical.

Dylan purred slightly as he gently thrust and rubbed his buttocks up and down Dominic's bulging cotton underwear. Dominic moaned a little himself and continued the slow motions while softly kissing Dylan up and down his neck. They both felt like they were in heaven. The two boys just wanted to lie together like this forever.

Dominic slowly slid the tips of his fingers underneath the elastic in Dylan's briefs and gently stroked the very top of his hairless pubic area.

"Morning you," Dominic said eventually, smiling from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat, and continuing to kiss Dylan's soft, pale neck some more. "Did you have another bad dream last night?" He asked.
"Mmm-hmm," Dylan nodded slowly. Dominic pulled the smaller boy in even tighter and hugged him hard.
"Don't worry, beautiful; I'm here."
Dylan pulled Dominic's arm tight into his own chest and melted into his strong embrace. Despite his bad dream, right now, he felt so incredibly comfortable, so content, so safe. Dominic could feel the thumping of the smaller boy's heart pulsing through his chest. It was beating almost as hard as his own.

"Oh, by the way," continued Dominic softly, "I have something to show you. Something you're going to really like."
Dylan's heart continued pounding out of his chest and butterflies were fluttering in his stomach. "Yeah?" Dylan squeaked quietly. "What's that then?"
"You'll find out later," Dominic chuckled.
"When?"
"This afternoon."

The two boys lay there for a little while longer, entwined in each other's limbs, grinding and kissing away.

Their eyes were starting to close and they were on the edge of falling asleep again when a sharp knock on the door jolted them back to reality again. Mr Berrycloth opened the door a crack and stated, "C'mon, boys; breakfast," without actually entering the room. He then promptly closed the door.

The two boys slowly peeled back the duvet and begrudgingly untangled themselves from each other. They were both still sporting their very hard stiffies, however.

Dominic clambered out of bed and started to get dressed.

Dylan sat up and squeaked out a yawn while he stretched and then sat with his feet dangling down the side of the bed, looking at the floor.

"What's up, little man?" asked Dominic, sliding on his favourite pair of jeans. Dylan simply let out a small sigh and carried on looking at the floor, swinging his legs back and forth slightly. "Oh, sorry, Dylan. My head was in the clouds," said Dominic, realising what Dylan wanted. So he sat on the bed next to him, placed his arm around him and pulled him close. And then they kissed softly, holding their soft, closed lips together for several seconds. It felt magical and now both of them had butterflies fluttering around in their stomachs.

They broke their kiss and Dylan hugged Dominic tightly before jumping off the bed and skipping towards the door.
"Hurry up and get ready, little man," said Dominic. We've got a big day ahead of us. He winked and smiled at little Dylan and Dylan smiled back at him, making Dominic's heart melt in the process.

Dylan scampered back to his room, hoping that he wouldn't bump into Mr or Mrs Berrycloth on the way as his briefs were still clearly tenting. It was only a few short steps away though. As soon as he got to his own bedroom he closed the door shut and threw some clothes on.

Dominic and Dylan opened their bedroom doors at exactly the same time and peered across the corridor at each other. Then they smiled at each other. Dylan actually let out a little giggle.

Without a word, they both headed to the bathroom together to wash and then they both went to breakfast to start their day - and what a day it was going to be!

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That's the end of Chapter 1 of "Care".
Well, the Berrycloth family seem nice. Although Dylan seems to be taking some time to get adjusted to his new surroundings, it seems like he and Dominic have become incredibly close pretty damned quickly. I wonder what the next day will hold in store for Dominic and little Dylan.

Feedback and suggestions are always welcome. I also need some ideas on names for Mr & Mrs Berrycloth and for the pooch, too. Here's my email address: nifty_little_ninja@proton.me

You can do whatever you like with my story as long as you credit me. Also, if you would drop me and email to let me know, too then that would be highly appreciated.
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Check out these other authors and stories. They have been a huge influence to me and they are highly talented writers:
Counting - Tux
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/counting/

Geeks - Paul Schroder
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/geeks/

Inspecting A Cum Pewter (Short Story) - John Candu
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/inspecting-a-cum-pewter

Timmy and the Travellers - David Clarke
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/timmy-and-the-travelers/

Nexus - David Clarke
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/nexus/
.....actually, anything by David Clarke is pretty freakin' awesome.
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