Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 12:45:15 -0400
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Peters and Joshua
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Mike
Peters and Joshua
Peters, as he was called by one and all except his parents, who were both
gone now; looked again at the article in the newspaper. The war had been
raging across Europe and even Great Britain was in danger. Why London
itself, the capital of the British Empire was being bombed! There had been
an attempt on the very life of the King with Windsor Castle being attacked.
It was the last paragraph of the article that gave Peters pause. He looked
up to the ceiling as he pondered what he had read and how it might effect
him. A small glimmer of a smile flashed across his face, gone as quickly
as it came.
He looked down at old Bowser his mixed breed dog. "I guess I'm goin back
to town again tomorra ole boy."
Bowser thumped his tail in recognition of his master's voice.
The next day early washed and dressed in his only suit Peters set off in
his old Model A Ford to town. An hour later he was standing before the
Post Mistress with the newspaper article in hand. "I would like to see
about helping one of these kids that they are talking about in this
article. I was thinking if I could get a young lad about 14 or 15 I would
give him his room and board and maybe some spending money in exchange for
some work on the farm." He paused looking at "Old Missus Parker" the Post
Mistress as she read through the article.
"Well now Peters that would be down right neighbourly of you. My Jed and I
were talking about asking for a girl ourselves to help with the housework."
"Well Missus Parker, since Pa died last fall it has been getting more and
more difficult to keep up with the work and I figure that a young lad would
be able to take up some the slack at least."
"I should think so, I'll get the request sent in for you right away."
Peters thanked the lady and was soon on his way back home about five miles
out of the village. He smiled to himself as he drove home.
Peters was the only son of George and Annie Peters. His actual name was
Nathaniel Peters but as far back as he could remember other than his
parents every one just called him `Peters'. They had homesteaded 150 acres
about five miles from the railway siding at Englehart in Northern Ontario.
They had struggled clearing the land. They had survived the raging forest
fires of the early years.
Finally in the mid twenties they were finally starting to make something of
the farm. They had a fine herd of milkers. The crops were coming in thick
and abundantly. The two disasters hit the small family. Annie suddenly
became mysteriously ill with a wasting desease and died within six months.
The old doctor had never seen anything like it and didn't know what to do.
Peters had just turned 20 when they buried his mother. His father
struggled through the loss of his dear wife. Peters stayed on the farm to
help his father. If there had been any thought of marriage and moving
away, this event and what followed soon after wiped out any hope of that
happening. The second event was the great depression. It took both of he
and his father to just make the taxes each year. While there was always
food on the table there was little from the farm that they could sell, and
what they did sell brought them little more than to allow them to break
even.
Following the Depression came a new War. George Peters exhausted and
defeated by the loss of his wife and the cruelty of the Depression gave in.
Early in 1940 he took to his bed. Peters was left to tend to the farm and
his ailing father. George just didn't have anymore fight in him and in the
fall of 1940 he was laid to rest beside his beloved Annie.
Peters was 34. He was spared the enlistment because he was the sole
caretaker for his father and the farm. When he did try to enlist after his
father died, he was found to be medically unfit. It seemed he had a heart
murmur. It was something that hadn't bothered him working on the farm, but
something that the military didn't want the risk of. So he went back to
his lonely existence on the farm.
The farm seemed to be pulling itself out if the Depression slump again and
things were looking up. So much so that Peters had been able to purchase a
tractor, and an assortment of equipment to go with it. One of the first
farmers in the area to do so.
But for all that it was a lonely existence. Twice a week into town, Church
and just to go into town or for some shopping. So when he saw the article
in the paper, how they were evacuating thousands of children out of London
and some of the larger centers in England to the English countryside and
even to Canada, Peters thought maybe this was his way of contributing to
the war effort. At the same time the kid whoever it was they would send
him might provide him with some company, some noise around the house.
There was noise of explosions and screams of people all around him. Air
raid sirens wailed out their terrifying warning. Everywhere he looked
there was fire and destruction. People were running or staggering in every
which direction. Joshua ran blindly not knowing where to run. This was the
second night of the terror that hit London. He heard the whistling of
another bomb falling from the sky. Not know ing what else to do he just
fell down into a fetal ball. There was a loud explosion not far away.
What he next remembered was that it was daylight. A police officer found
him and led him away to a shelter. For the next two days along with
thousands of others he just huddled in a corner of the shelter sobbing out
his terror and misery. The authorities tried to find out who he was and if
there were any other relatives. All they were able to get from him was his
name, Joshua Smythe, that he was fourteen and that his address no longer
existed. His only relative that he had before the bombings began was his
mother.
It was determined that there was little of no hope that his mother or
anyone else from the building was alive, as it has suffered a direct hit.
Joshua had told those in charge that when the attack began he had run into
the streets out of fear. It was that fear that saved his life.
When approached with the opportunity of sailing to Canada where he would be
safe, he readily agreed. He was given a couple changes of clothes and now
some two weeks later he was on a train heading north from Montreal to what
he was told was a small farming community in Northern Ontario. He was to
be put in to the care of a Nathaniel Peters.
What was going to happen to him? He had been told that he would be
expected work on the farm to earn his keep. What did that mean? He had
never been on a farm, he had never had to "work".
"Englehart! Englehart!" the conductor shouted through the car. He
stopped at Joshua's seat ans smiled down at him. "That'll be your stop lad,
I wish you all the best"
Four other children got off the train with him. All of them like him with
a name tag on their lapel. They were all met and picked up almost
immediately and whisked away. Joshua was left standing alone on the
platform as the train left.
The station master came out and with a sheaf of papers in his hand.
"What's yer name boy?"
"Joshua sir, Joshua Smythe."
"Ah yeah... Peters... you just sit over there I'm sure he'll be along
soon." The man pointed to a bench for Joshua to sit on.
Meanwhile Peters had been in a stew all morning. The blasted cows decided
that today of all days they were not going to cooperate. The pigs got out
of the pen and it took him a full hour to get them rounded up again. So he
was still at the house when he heard the train whistle when it arrived and
again when it left. It was almost an hour later that he pulled into the
station parking lot.
Joshua thought he heard a car approach the station. The engine was turned
off. He wanted to get up and go an see but he was afraid at the same time.
He heard some footsteps approachihng from the right of the building and he
turned to see a tallish man dark hair and blue eyes step up on to the
platform. The man looked to be about 35 years old, but had a pleasant look
to his face. The blue eyes stood out brilliantly against the backdrop of
the dark hair and tanned face. Joshua stood up to meet him
Peters pulled into the parking lot of the station and turned off the
ignition, fleetingly hoping that it would start again as he did so. His
hands were suddenly wet with sweat and his heart seemed to be pounding as
he approached the station platform. As he rounded the corner of the
building he saw a young man, a boy really brown hair, sturdy build not fat,
and the saddest brown eyes. He stopped and they looked at each other. The
Station Master came out at that moment. "Ah Peters you're finally here,
thought I would have to send the boy back on the evening train."
Peters smiled frustratedly and muttered something about the cows and the
pigs. He was staring actually deep into the beautiful brown eyes of this
lad before him. He was shocked at his response but he found he couldn't
help it.
"Well you're here now this is your boy Joshua Smith, looks strong enough to
do a good day's work" with that the man stepped back into to the station.
"It's Smythe actually" said Joshua not knowing what else to say
"What?"
"I'm Joshua Smythe not Smith, he got it wrong"
Peters recovered somewhat and said "Well then Smythe it is, I'm Nathaniel
Peters but everyone just calls me Peters here. He proffered his hand which
Joshua took. Peters took the boys small carpet bag from him and led him
out ot the car.
The trip back to the farm was mostly in silence. Both were deep in though.
Joshua wondering what awaited him in this strange land far from home with
this strange man. Peters for his part was struggling with the disturbing
response he had gotten when he first saw the lad., this lad that was
sitting beside him right now and coming to live in his home.
He glanced over at the boy several times as they road. At length they
arrived at the farm. Once inside the house Peters said.
"We can have some lunch and get you settled. But after lunch I'm afraid we
have to get out to do some work. This is a working farm and I'm sure they
told you that you would have to work while you were here."
"Yes sir"
It was then that for some reason the whole thing was too much for Joshua
and in spite of himself he dissolve into deep raching sobs. He just stood
there in the middle of the kitchen and cried. He looked at this stranger
in misery.
Peters was totally taken by surprise. What was he to do now? His father
would have told him to pull himself together and not to be such a crybaby.
Somehow that didn't seem to be so appropriate here. The boy had lost
everything he had ever know, including both parents. He remembered back
when his mother died, the sorrow that both he and his father had felt. It
had been the first time he had ever seen his father shed any tears.
No he couldn't reprimand the boy for his sadness. He took the two small
steps that separated them, and took him into his arms, as his mother had
done when as a child he had been sad. "It's going to be alright lad,
you'll see, I'll take care of you." As his mother had done to him, he
gently kissed the boy on his forehead.
Joshua felt a comfort course through his body as this man held him. When
he kissed him a further sensation passed through his body that he had never
felt before. It was like a shock but the most pleasant and calming of
feelings he had ever experienced.
When Peters felt the boy against him he felt a sensation similar to what
stabbed through his body at the station when he first looked in to the
boy's eyes. It was a wonderful feeling.
They stood there until Joshua's sobs subsided and he pulled away. Wiping
his eyes he said "I...I uh... I'll be okay, thank you"
Peters was a little embarrassed when he realized the he had become very
aroused. He glanced down and turned away hoping that nothing was showing
that might indicate that.
Joshua found too that he was quite excited by the experience. He didn't
know or understand what had happened but more than just comfort had been
the experience.
"Uh well let's get yuh settled and then I'll show you around the place"
Peters led the way up the stairs to what would be Joshua's room. "This is
where you will sleep" he said opening the door for Joshua to enter. It was
not a huge room but bigger than Joshua had ever had. It was furnished with
a bed, dresser, chair and a side table, which held a small glass kerosene
lamp. Electricity had not made it out to Peters' farm as yet. Most of the
town was serviced but none of the outlying areas.
Joshua looked around and set his small bag on the bed. "This is very nice"
he said with a shy smile. "That lamp is like one me Ma used to have. We
had electricity in the house but with the war we had to light with oil"
Peters smiled and they left the room. Down the hall he pointed to another
room. "That's my room" he said. Then leading the boy back downstairs
again they quickly walked through the house. There was a kitchen, parlour
and sitting room. The house was not big but it seemed cozy to Joshua.
"Well that's about it. I best show you the barn and such and then I have
to git so work done."
"I would like to help you sir"
"Well now for today you just take a rest, look around. You have had a long
trip, there'll be plenty of work to do for you once you're settled in."
The rest of the day Joshua did just what Peters had suggested, he wandered
about the farm in the fields always keeping the barn of the house in sight.
He checked out the barn and the chickens and pig sty. He watched Peters as
he worked and he did help where he could.
That evening after supper and cleaning up the kitchen they sat for a while
in the sitting room. Joshua told Peters about his life. How he had lost
his mother. What life was like for him in London growing up before the
war.
Peters told him a bit about himself as well. When the mantle clock struck
9:00 Peters got up. "Well" he said "The sun is up early so we might as
well get to bed"
They both got up and went out to the "facitilties" Peters, to Joshua's
surprise just stood out in the yard beside the little "house" and pulled
out his manhood and relieved himself right there. So Joshua did the same.
It was dark and neither man saw much of anything...
About two o'clock in the morning Joshua woke with a start. There was a
hugh explosion! Then a flash of light and another massive explosion that
shook the house. Joshua let out a scream and ran out of his room right in
to Peters arms.
Peters woke with a start as well but not because of the thunder but the
boy's scream. He jumped out of his bed and ran down to Joshua's room.
They ran into each other as he came to the door of the boy's room. As he
was holding Joshua, whose heart he could feel pounding he suddenly
remembered that he was naked. The boy just hed on to his and wouldn't let
him go. Peters was feeling quite embarrassed, and that embarrassment
caused him to get aroused, increasing his embarrassment...
Joshua after he started to calm down some in Peters' arms too realized that
the man was naked and he was growing... down there... that made him grow
as well.
"Are you ok now son?" Peters asked.
"I think so sir, thank you, I thought it was the Blitz again sir."
"That's ok..."
"I was very frightening"
In the dark and then the flashes of lightning Peters could see the boy
looking down at his now very erect member. He could feel the cold sweat
trickling down his side from his arm pits. He somehow had to do .. what?
There was another flash and simultaineous crash which sent the boy back
into his arms.
"How about you sleep with me tonight?" Peters said softly
Joshua nodded. The suggestion sent a thrill right through his groin. He
didn't quite understand why but what he was feeling was very good.
Peters for his part couldn't believe what he had suggested. He led the way
back to his room, and quickly found a pair of pyjama bottoms for
himself. They got into the bed. There was another flash and crash and
Peters drew the boy close to him so that the boy's cheek was on his
shoulder with is own arm over the boy's back and side. He felt the boy's
arm reach across his belly.
Being held thus by the older man Joshua fell asleep. When he woke in the
morning he smelled bacon and coffee. He opened his eyes and as they
adjusted to the dim light of impending dawn he saw that Peters was gone.
He quickly got up and back to his room, where he dressed. Then downstairs.
Peters smiled as the boy entered the room. "We're going to have to find
you some workin' clothes son. I may have a pair of overalls that will do
till we can get in to town again. They'll be big on you but we'll tie them
with some string. Fow now sit down and have some breakfast."
Peters served up bacon and eggs and toast. As well there was porridge on
the stove, which Joshua also had a bowl of.
"So did you sleep alright after the storm son?"
Joshua smiled brightly "Yes very well sir, it was nice of you to take me in
so."
"Now you call me Peters or Nate but not sir. His majesty the king hasn't
knighted me yet" Peters chuckled.
Joshua laughed lightly and said "Ok"
"I'll call you Nate, I don't like calling people by their last name, that
is what they did in school, it is so impersonal I think. So may I call you
Nate?"
"Nate is fine by me. Now let's get busy"
By noon Joshua was exhausted. By evening he was almost dead to the world.
Peters laughed at him as he struggled to stay awake through his supper.
"You'll get used to it, I reckon you should head off to bed as soon as
supper is over."
Joshua nodded, that took just about all the energy he could manage. When
he was finished eating he dragged himself upthe stairs and to his room. He
was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
When Peters checked up on him a few hours later on his way to bed himself,
he found the lad sound asleep. He smiled to himself as he looked at the
sleeping form of the young boy. "Someone for me to take care of" he
whispered to himself.
So began a whole new life for both man and boy. Over the next few weeks
they found themselves growing quite comfortable and dependant upon each
other. Joshua found that the pain of losing his mother and all that he had
ever known gradually mellowed. Peters for his part found that he was
growing quite content to have the lad there. They both found themselves
growing quite fond of each other.
A change came over the formerly almost dreary homestead. Often if a person
were to be listening from outside they would hear chatter and laughter
coming from the house. Joshua quickly learned the life of a farmer and
settled into the hard daily work. Peters was happy to find the work
lighter with Joshua helping him.
The town folk took note that Joshua was always at Peters side when he came
into town. They noitced after the first couple visits that Joshua chatted
a blue streak with the older man as they did their shopping and "town
chores" as Peters referred to the trips into town.
About a month aftert Joshua's arrival, the sheriff paid Peters a visit at
the farm.
"Peter's " He called as he met the farmer in the yard. "How are things
going?"
"Jest fine sherriff how about you, time for some lunch? I think Joshua has
everything just about ready."
"Well now a cuppa coffee would go down nice" The sheriff replied. "So how
is the boy workin out anyway Peters?"
"He is just great Eli, a great help and company on this lonely place"
Peters grinned
"I have to ask because we have to check up on our charges. One of the
girls that went ot the Berkhouers place has taken ill. Doc Marsden says it
looks like she hasn't been eating, but then knowing old man Berkhouer I'm
not surprised, how begurdges the food off his own wife's plate. I had to
warn him that this child was not a slave but someone to take care of and
feed properly. I may have to find someone else to take both of them in"
Peters nodded "Well no problems from my view with the lad, come see for
yourself and talk with him."
As they entered the kitchen Joshua was just adding some wood to the stove,
on which a kettle was boiling. Without looking up he said "Lunch is ready
Nate just making the tea"
The sheriff looked at Peters "Nate?"
"That's what he has decided to call me and I like it" said Peters
Joshua jumped up realizing that Nate was not alone. "Oh I'm sorry"
"Joshua this is the Sherriff, he has a few questions he would like to ask
you."
"You're not taking me away are you?"
Eli laughed "You like it here son"
"Very much so sir"
"Peters here is taking good care of you is he, feeding you enough, not
working you too hard?"
"Nate is taking good care of me sir, and I am quite enjoying the work on
the farm"
As Joshua spoke he opened the oven and pulled out what turned out to be
what Peters called a stew pie."
"I can see that you are no doubt eating well. So Peters here is not
hurting you in anyway is he?"
Joshua looked genuinely mortified "No sir! Nate wouldn't hurt anyone!"
Eli laughed again "That's all I need to know son, I'm not come ot take you
away from here unless Peters was abusing you in some way. He clearly
isn't.
They all sat down at the table and the Sheriff shared lunch with the two
men.
That night Joshua found himself scrambling through the rubble of his former
neighbourhood. Lights were flashing around him. Explosions resounding in
his ears. Someone was chasing him. As the man came nearer he could make
out the face of the sherriff. Behind the man stood Nate calling to him, bu
the sherriff was in the way. There was another flash of light and an
explosion as Joshua screamed and sat bolt up in his bed.
"Joshua! Joshua!" He felt comforting arms around him. He broke down in
tears as he threw his arms around Nate.
Nate had been woken by the storm and had gone in to check on Joshua. The
boy was thrashing in his bed crying out "No! No!" and "Nate help me!!"
He pulled the boy into a full embrace "I'm here now Joshua, I'm here now,
It's just a storm is all"
Joshua held him tight sobbing in to his shoulder as he slowly woke up.
Nate lay the boy back down and crawled into bed with him. "I'll stay with
you for a while till the storm passes over"
Joshua pulled himself close into Nate both an arm and a leg over the man...
Nate gently stroked the boys' head and back kissing him gently on the face.
It seemed a natural thing to do, it was how his mother used to calm him
when he had bad dreams.
Joshua just snuggled in and kissed Nate on the cheek. "Thank you Nate" he
whispered. The older man smelled delicious and felt so welcoming and
comforting. What happened next neither man could understand or explain
later. Both without a feeling of lust or anything like that were quite
aroused. Nate was naked and so was Joshua who had taken to sleeping in the
buff as his benefactor did. So both men could not but notice that the
other was quite erect.
At one point ... at this moment the was a flash of light and crash of
thunder and Joshua recoiled in fear. Nate with his hand on the back of
Joshua's head pulled him close to his face, kissing his gently...pulling
him close so that Joshua was pulled on top of him. It was at that precise
moment that Joshua moved his face so that their lips met. There was a
pause and they pulled slightly away. There wan another flash of light and
Joshua brought his lips back to contact with Nates'
An electrical thrill coursed through their bodies. Niether could pull
away, neither wanted to. Moments later Joshua found his mouth opeing to
the prodding of Nate's tongue. The next thing that Peters felt was the
pulsing of something near his member and then something warm and sticky
wet. Joshua groaned and that was all that Peters needed appareerntly
becaue an electric bolt seemed to shoot right through his body as he
realized what had happened. An electric bolt shot through him centering in
on his own member and he too found himself letting go a loud groan of total
pleasure as he released his own storm of male essense.
He continued to hold Joshua tight to him. Joshua started to say how sorry
he was. Nate shushed him softly
"It was beautiful lad. It was so beautiful" Nate panted. "Nothing to be
sorry for."
They lay there in embrace for several minutes more. "We should get cleaned
up lad, then we can get back to bed and asleep. He paused neither had
moved yet. "My bed is clean we'll go there"
Moments later they climbed into Peters' bed. Joshua who was still somewhat
embarrassd about what happened hadn't said much. Peters pulled him into
him, holding him close. "You are a good lad Joshua. You needn't be
ashamed about what happened."
Joshua allowed himslef to be drawn in and with a contented sigh fell
asleep.