Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2008 14:10:20 -0600
From: jim ready <jorgen401@hotmail.com>
Subject: Prince Terence and the boy. chapter 1

  This is a fictional story. The characters and events described herein are
fictitious. If you are offended by sex or sexual acts between two
consenting males, or by a relationship between an older man and a
significantly younger one please do not read any further.  For the rest of
you who don't read on and enjoy.  Let me know what you think.

			Prince Terence and the boy
				 Chapter 1

He wasn't sure what he was going to do. He had never known anything other
than his village. He sat at the side of the road contemplating what he
would do for food and lodging.  He sat with his head in his hands going
over what had happened to get him in trouble and thrown out. All he had
done was take an egg. One stupid egg and he was homeless.

  Down the road a ways, Prince Terence was riding his horse on his way back
to his home, after concluding some business in the ajorning town. He was
lost in thought about the state of things in this part of the country,
trying to figure a way to make things better. There has to be a way of
helping he thought. He was so lost in thought that he didn't see the young
lad sitting on the road and almost rode over him. At the last second he
looked up to see his progress in getting home when he noticed the lad
sitting there and had to move the horse quickie or there would be an
accident,

   "What are you doing sitting on the road?" Terence asked with heated
voice. Now noticing that the boy was crying. "What is your name and why are
you crying?" he asked.
    The boy realizing that someone was talking to him looked up to see a
young man sitting on his horse looking at him.  "My name sir is Jonathan"
he said between sobs. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you Sir. I'm "wiping the
tears from his eyes with what remained of his shirt." I'm crying because I
don't have anywhere to live as I was thrown out of my village for taking an
egg." Jonathan stated.

  "And why did you take the egg Jonathan?" Terence asked. "I was hungry
sir." Was his reply. "How old are you Jonathan?" Terence asked. "I'm 13
sir" came his reply, not knowing why this young man would be asking. "When
was the last time you had a bath boy. You smell worse than my horse?"
Terence asked even as he realized that the tone of his voice was not very
friendly.  "I went swimming in the pond just the other day sir."

  So I take that you have no food and no place to stay this night other
than what you can forge for yourself then, Terence asked. More kindly this
time. That is true sir.  Do you know whose land this is boy? No sir. Well
these lands from the town down the road to the next 3 towns belong to me.
I am the lord of this land, I am on my way home from meeting with the
village elders, and I am trying to figure out how to make things better for
the people who live on my land. I can't ride past someone who is homeless
and hungry without trying at least to help them. You obviously have not job
now. So follow me to my home and I will see what I can do for you. For
starters you will take a bath and we shall see to getting you something to
wear other than rags." Terence stated.

  Without waiting for a reply from the lad Terence started walking his
horse towards home. The lad not knowing and difference followed as he was
instructed.  Prince Terence couldn't stop thinking about the boy. Would he
work out, working at his house? What would he do? And what did he look like
under all that dirt? Terence was so caught up in his thoughts that if it
wasn't for the fact that the horse knew the way home he might have road
past the turn to take him home.

  Jonathan followed the prince. He wasn't sure what he was going to do for
him as he had very little in the way of skills. He had helped the carpenter
of his village for a summer but didn't really get to do more than clean up
some. He had also helped the village healer who was kind and explained what
she was doing and why. He liked her. She never said an unkind word to
him. She always took the time to explain so he understood. She was sad to
see him leaving but knew the reasons for it.

   They arrived at the castle about 2 hours later. Prince Terence was glad
that his trip was over and Jonathan was glad to not be walking anymore, his
feet hurt really badly and he had worked up a good sweat walking here.
Prince Terence dismounted his horse and handed the reins to a young boy
about 10 years old, who came from the barn to retrieve the horse. Terence
smiled at the boy and the boy smiled at Terence after giving him a bow of
respect. "Take good care of him Tommy; he's had a long trip." I will sir
came his reply.  Terence proceeded to enter the house motioning for
Jonathan to follow. Pointing at a door on the left side of the hall Terence
told Jonathan to go in and wait for him. Jonathan did as he was told; when
he entered the room he noticed there was a hole in the floor with water
inside. Looking around he noticed that there were glass bottles filled with
liquid and cloths on a shelf. Some of them large and others small. He saw a
bench and went and sat down to wait for Prince Terence.  He didn't have
long to wait.

Prince Terence pointed out the bath room to Jonathan and told him to go in
and wait for him. He watched as the boy did as asked. Terence then went to
the kitchen to talk to the cook. He asked that she make up some stew and
bread as he had a guest whom would be hungry after getting cleaned up. She
bowed and said there was a lot left over from dinner last night and she
would heat it up right away.  Terence then went to his room to see about
getting some better clothes for the boy to wear. The rags he had on would
need to be burned as they were not much to use for anything other than
fuel.  Not having any extra pants that would fit the boy he grabbed one of
his long shirts. It would have to do for now he thought. Taking the shirt
with him he went to the bath room, to find Jonathan sitting on the bench in
there.  "Please stand up boy. He did. "Now I can't keep calling you boy so,
do you mind if I call you john? No sir you can call me what ever you wish.
Good John it is. You may call me either Sir or Terry as I prefer to leave
the title for court. As you wish sir, I mean Terry. Said john blushing at
having used the mans first name.

   Good, good, terry said. Now let's see to your odder, I won't have people
staying with me that smell like last month dead fish. So please start
removing those rags and step down into the water. You will find that it is
warm not cold like the ponds and lakes around here. I like to bath in warm
water so I had a fire pit made under it so as to keep it warm. John was
surprised at the thought of having a warm bath without having to heat the
water first.

  He started to remove his clothes but stopped when it came to his loin
cloth.  Terry watched and waited as John removed his clothing. He had
reminding feeling in his groin again. The same feeling he gets every time
he sees some young man naked. If he didn't do something quick he would be
full blown shortly. Seeing john stop at his loin cloth he looked up and
asked what the problem was. "I'm not used to someone seeing me with out
clothing Terry.  The last time one of the local boys saw me swimming he
made fun of me for my size down there." He said looking down. "Well I wont
make fun of you john, you go ahead and remove that garment and get into the
water. Then we will see about getting you cleaned up.  John, hearing the
caring tone in Terry's voice decided to go ahead and remove the cloth.
Terry was watching intently at this point. He had been wondering after the
boy's statement what he might be shy about. Could he be like Tommy, only a
few inches long with no hair or maybe smaller even. The thoughts were
driving him wild.

   His own sex was starting to fill out, but he couldn't take his eyes off
this young boy. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer
so he started to remove his cloths as well as he was going to make sure the
lad was clean.  Watching out of the corner of his eyes, he proceeded to
remove his cloths and fold them neatly on the other bench. He stopped and
watched as john slowly untied the knot that held the sides of his loincloth
together. One side dropping down some to reveal bear skin. The boy had no
pubic hair yet Terry noted. At least none that he could see as John was
holding the remainder of the cloth with his fore arm while untying the
other side.

  John was nervous about being nude in front of another man as he had been
picked on for his size. Holding the front of the cloth to cover himself, he
let the back fall down, opening his legs a little he let the cloth fall
from between his legs. Now all that kept his humiliation hid was the cloth
which he held in front of himself.  John watched as Terry removed his
clothing and folding them as he placed them on the other bench.  Terry now
had his back to the young boy so John couldn't see just how excited he
was. John couldn't take his eyes off Terry's white behind. Those 2 globes
of white flesh which looked like they may have been sculpted by a master
carver.

  Terry knew that the boy would be watching him so he didn't turn around
while getting undressed. He waited until he was fully nude be for stepping
into the water with his back to the lad.  Once in the tub he turned to
watch the lad standing there with a wide eyed look on his face. "You will
have to remove that cloth if you're going to get in the water john, terry
said. John looked up with amazement and open mouth. Umm pardon me sir but
what are you doing in the water? He asked. Well Terry said quite calmly,
there are parts of you that you may not be able to clean properly so I'm
going to help you. I too am sweaty from my long ride. And I refuse to eat
my meals unclean. So remove that rag and step into the tub.

  So ends chapter 1. Please feel free to comment on this story. This is my
first attempt at writing for a very long time. Comment may be sent to
jorgen401@hotmail.com
  Thank you.