Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 03:13:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wanted / Incest / Chapter 4

Wanted

By

Randy Howard

Chapter Four

Previously in chapter three:

When James got downstairs and into the kitchen, James froze, when he saw a
man standing there.

"Well hello Jimmy boy, is this where you live now," the man said gruffly.

James looked over to the side and saw Mrs. Murphy lying on the floor in a
pool of blood.

"No..." James began to shout, but the man threw his hand over James' mouth,
silencing the boy.

"Now, now boy, there's no need to be calling for help," the man whispered,
pulling the boy out the back door. "I know someone that is looking for
you," he said and James' heart filled with fear as he saw his happiness
fade away.

Now chapter four:

"Please Larry... don't do this to me," James begged, trying to reach a soft
spot in the officer's heart. "You got away clean, I never gave you away to
the police," James said.

"Yeah well, there is no need for me to worry now Jimmy boy, because once
Andy is done with you, you won't be able to rat on anyone," Larry said
pulling the boy to his car.

"No please don't Larry...where are you taking me," he asked.

"To the usual place, but now that its been raided, it'll be empty," Larry
said laughing.

Larry hit the trunk button on his remote and the trunk popped open. He gave
a quick look around, before hitting James on the head, knocking him
unconscious and placing him in the trunk.

"Sorry about the accommodations, but I can't take any chances of you being
seen," Larry said to himself, slamming the trunk shut.

When James came to, his mind was filled with fear, but almost immediately
his resolve to survive kicked in and he felt his surroundings, looking for
a way to escape. He wiggled around in the dark, searching for something,
anything that would allow him to break out. Searching...feeling, James
finally felt what seemed to be a long metal bar, grabbing it, he worked at
the trunk. But from the inside, he could not get enough leverage to pry the
trunk open. Frustrated and worried, he remembered his cell phone, he felt
his jeans for the pocket that had his cell phone, and when he located it,
he pulled it out.

"Oh God let this work," James prayed, opening his cell phone.

He dialed the number that Will gave him earlier, and waited for him to
answer.

"James, do you miss me already," Will, mused.

"Dad help me, Larry has me and is taking me to the warehouse on Columbus
Avenue. You know the one that they raided, Andy is waiting for me there,"
James cried.

"Where are you son," Will, asked darting once again from the precinct still
listening to James.

"Larry has me in the trunk of his car, but he thinks that I'm still
unconscious from when he hit me. Please dad hurry, Andy is going to kill
me," he said loosing his calmness.

"I'm coming son, try to stall them," Will, said getting into his unmarked
cruiser. "I promise you son, I will save you," he assured him, "it's my
duty as a dad, son."

***

James could sense the car turning, and coming to a stop. He knew that he
had been unconscious, but for how long he didn't know.

"Larry can't be here already," he thought but then the car resumed
moving. "A stop light or sign, that's why he stopped," he thought again.

His heart raced when he heard the sounds of sirens but soon it passed the
car, and immediately his heart sank in despair. Turning and stopping, he
tried to imagine just where he was. It was when he heard the sound of a
train that he knew he was close to the warehouse.

"Please dad hurry, I'm almost there," he whispered into the phone.

"I'm on Main Street son, just a couple more blocks," Will, said and James
felt the car and then the engine stop.

"He stopped dad, we're at the warehouse," he said, his tears falling
freely.

"I'm coming son... stall them," Will said.

James heard the driver's door open, close and he knew that Larry was coming
to get him. He waited, prayed and when Larry didn't open the trunk, his
hope rebounded.

"I got him in the trunk sir," he heard Larry say. "I knocked him
unconscious so he wouldn't give me any problems."

"If you killed him slave, you'll take his place," James heard Andy say.

James heard the sound of the trunk's lock clicking, and he knew that it was
open. Larry lifted the trunk, and the sunlight momentarily blinded
James. When Larry bent to grab James, James swung the crowbar, hitting
Larry in the head.

"Aaaaggghhh fuck, the little bastard hit me," he screamed, falling back,
grabbing his head where his blood was freely falling.

"Just grab the brat," Andy ordered, but Larry was hurting to much to move.

James sprang from the trunk and ran, his legs covered ground like a
greyhound dog chasing that rabbit with Andy in hot pursuit. Andy was still
recovering from his injury and could not keep up with the boy. He stopped
and took out his pistol, aimed...

Bam...Bam, the sound of gunshots and James hit the ground.

***

Chad woke and could hear Mathew breathing and he could tell that he was
still asleep. He snuggled closer to his lover, contented and in love.



"Mmmmorning babe," Mathew moaned. "I love the feel your body against mine,"
he said pushing back against Chad.



Mathew turned, snuggled tightly into Chad's arms, and placed a kiss on
Chad's lips. Chad pulled him closer, their mouths were on fire, Chad looked
into Mathew's eyes and then kissed him hard... long and with all the
passion his heart held for Mathew.



"I love you Matt, deeper than anyone that I have loved," Chad said, still
overwhelmed that this boy could love him.



"I love you also sweetheart," Mathew said.



"How about we fix breakfast and then unpack your things," Chad suggested,
because one thing he hated was chaos, and Mathew's boxes were strewn about
the bedroom.



"Sounds good babe, can I take a shower, I'm still sticky from last night,"
he said.



"You shower and I'll make coffee and breakfast," Chad said.

Mathew showered while Chad made the coffee and then began frying up the
bacon. Chad had just placed the last of the bacon on the plate when Mathew
entered the kitchen, carrying an old shoe box.

"How do you like your eggs," Chad asked, turned and he was looking at the
box that Mathew was carrying. "What's with the box Matt?" he asked grabbing
an egg.

"Over easy and please don't break the yokes. Oh this, its just some things
that belonged to my mom," he told him.

"Listen to you... already you're giving me orders," Chad mused.

"I'm not ordering you babe, just telling you how I like my eggs, after all
you did ask me."

Mathew set the box down on the table and cut the tape that was holding the
box closed. He opened the box and the first thing he saw were old
photographs.

"Who are those of?" Chad asked, looking at the pictures as he set Mathew's
breakfast on the table.

"I guess relatives and friends of my mom," he said picking up a piece of
bacon. "This one here is my mom and I would suspect my dad," he said still
looking at the picture that showed a couple in love.

The young man in the picture was leaning against a Mustang and had his arms
around Mathew's mom who was leaning against him. The couple, or at least
his mother was smiling and the man was nuzzling her neck.

"I had a Mustang just like that, back in the day," Chad said and then
grabbed the picture from Mathew's hand, staring intensely at it.

"What's wrong babe, you look like you've seen a ghost," Mathew asked,
noticing the change in Chad's demeanor.

"Are there anymore shots of your dad," he asked, setting the picture down
in front of him.

Mathew rummaged through the photos and found one that looked like it had
been taken for a school yearbook, and handed it to Chad after he looked at
it.

"I know this is my dad, my mom once showed me this picture. She told me it
was his graduation picture.

Chad turned the picture over; it was handwritten on it...

To my best girl ever, I love you, and it was signed with a capital C. He
handed back the picture and got up, leaving the room.

"Where are you going babe," Mathew asked, surprised by Chad's sudden
departure.

Several minutes later when Chad hadn't appeared, Mathew went looking for
him, and found him sitting on the bed with a Yearbook beside him.

"What's wrong Chad," Mathew asked, sitting down beside him.

"Here... look," Chad said handing him the book.

Mathew opened it to the page that Chad had had an old concert ticket
sticking out and his eyes widened, when he saw the picture with writing
under it...

To my darling Chad...lovers 4ever, it said and Mathew noticed that it was
his mom. Mathew looked at the name underneath the picture and it read,
Chadwick MacDaniels.

"I don't understand Chad, you knew my mother?" Mathew said.

"Yeah, I knew her, in the biblical since," he said, standing up and going
to the window.

"What are you saying, you did my mom?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you Matt?" he said turned, and looked down
at Matt. "I'm your father."

Mathew just sat there in shock, unable to voice his thoughts. He hurried to
the kitchen and got the picture of his mom and dad. When he got back, he
set the shoebox down on the bed, took out the picture and compared his
dad's picture with Chad's.

"You... you are my father," Mathew said in shock, looking over at Chad, who
was quiet, still standing at the window.

Mathew rummaged through the box and finally found what he was looking for,
his birth certificate.

"This says father unknown," Mathew said after examining the certificate.

"That's because she may have been protecting me," Chad told him. "Your
mother came from a very well to do family and mine... well just my parents
didn't rub elbows in the same circles as her parents."

"I remember seeing my grandfather once, but he wouldn't even look at
me. Mama said that he was a hard man and never forgave her for getting
pregnant."

"Mathew, believe me when I tell you son," and Mathew looked up when Chad
called him that. "I never knew she was pregnant...never."

"How can you not know, you were going together," Mathew said, feeling anger
growing inside him. "You're just like all the other guys that get their
girlfriends pregnant. You run off when the fun is over and leave the woman
to raise the child." Mathew was judging Chad, and it hurt Chad that Mathew
didn't believe him.

"I can see how you would think that," Chad said, tears were rolling down
his cheeks when he walked out of the bedroom.

"Well fuck you too, you ran out on my mom and know you're running out on
me. I don't need you, I've done just fine without a father," he screamed,
and then heard the front door slam, Chad was gone.

***

James lifted his head and saw Andy, he was lying face down on the ground in
a pool of blood, and Will was standing just feet from James, his arm still
raised and his gun pointing at Larry.

"Drop it Larry, don't make me shoot you," Will said.

"You're going to have to, because I'm not going to go to prison," he said,
raising his arm and aiming at Will.

BAM! BAM! Larry dropped his gun and then fell to the ground... dead.

"James, are you alright," Will asked kneeling beside his son.

"You kept your word dad, you saved me," James said crying on Will's chest
while the young police captain held him.

"I told you son, its my job as your father," he said, kissing the top of
his son's head.

"No one has ever kept their word to me, not even mama. She told me that she
would be back when they took her by ambulance to the hospital. But she lied
and she died that night, leaving me a ward of the state, which was a fate
worse than death," he said between sobs.

"I'll always keep my word to you son, come on, lets get you home," he said,
helping James to his feet.

James was weak and Will swept him up into his arms and carried him to his
car.

"I love you James and dad will always be here to love and protect you," he
whispered before setting him in the car. "Give me a few minutes to take
care of things here and then we'll go home."

"I love you so much daddy," James said pulling Will down, wrapping his arms
around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. "I'm happy that you're my
daddy," and the boy cried, hard and uncontrollably in Will's arms.

Several officers gather about the car and watched their captain, a once
hard and difficult man to get along with, turn to butter in the arms of a
young boy.

"Ah captain, is there anything we can do for you sir?" Mike Andrews asked
looking on with compassion as his captain.

Will only nodded no, his own eyes flooded with tears, as he sat holding his
son.

***

A little over an hour later, Will carried James into his house. Taking the
boy upstairs, he laid him on his own bed.



"You need to take a shower James," he whispered, as he unbuttoned the boy's
shirt.



"I can't dad, I'm too weak," James murmured. "Will you help me dad?"



"Of course son, that is what I am here for," Will said removing James'
shirt.



His looked at his son in horror; the scars were horrific that covered his
chest and back. Will wanted to cry, knowing the pain, torture and suffering
that this young boy had suffered at the hands of those that were suppose to
care for and love him.

Will undid James jeans and slid them down his thin legs, along with his
underwear. Will again, looked in horror at how skinny his son was,
malnourish came to his mind.  Once he had James naked, he stood and
stripped from his own clothes, lifted James from the bed and carried him to
his master bath, where he sat him on the toilet seat cover. He turned on
the shower, adjusted the temperature and then helped James to his feet,
leading him into the shower.

The warmth of the water cascading down James' tired and worn body revived
him. Will shampooed the dried blood from James' hair, before he began to
tenderly wash the boy's body.

"Turn around son," Will, said, turning James to face him.

James rested his head against Will's chest while Will washed his back and
when he got to the boy's ass, Will hesitated. Taking a deep breath, he
gently ran the bar of soap around James' round globes, and his soaping
fingers worked the soap between them, grazing James' pucker.

"Mmmmm, that feels good dad," James purred, his young cock began to grow
hard.

Will paused when he felt James' erection pressing against his own flaccid
cock. It began to stir, and Will panicked. His son had suffered enough
abuse by those men that he had once trusted; he didn't need another to let
him down.

Will spun the boy around and rinsed him off. Once clean, Will reached down
and turned off the shower, opened the glass door and grabbed a towel from
the heated towel bar. Vigorously he rubbed James, drying him, before he
took another towel and dried himself.

He cock deflated, Will walked James' back to the bedroom, the boy's
bedroom, and laid him down on the bed, pulling the sheet and blanket up to
cover him. Will sat there gently rubbing James' back until the boy finally
fell to sleep.

"What the fuck was that about mister," Will asked himself, once he was in
his own bedroom. "You should be ashamed of yourself, getting hard while
holding your son."

Will had had a trying last twenty-four hours. He dropped the towel and got
into his bed, pulling the sheet up to cover him. Within minutes he was fast
asleep, but nightmares tormented him. His sleep was tormented by thoughts
of him getting hard when he was holding his son. He had spent most of his
working life as a police officer, and it was this very thing that he had
taken an oath to protect against.

"You're a pervert... child molester," a voice kept calling him over and
over in his dreams.

He sat up straight in bed, what was it that had roused him from his sleep,
he tried to remember.

"Dad," came a scream from James' room, he darted from the bed and ran
quickly to help.

"I'm here son," he said to James, sitting on the edge of James' bed.

"Hold me daddy... I'm afraid that Andy is coming to kill me," James said,
still half asleep.

"Shhhh," he whispered to James, while gently rubbing his back. "I'm here
son and Andy can no longer hurt you," he said, consoling the boy. "Go back
to sleep son, dad will protect you," he told the boy.

"Sleep with me daddy, I'm afraid to be alone," James whimpered, but James
was hesitant.

You see in his haste to help his son in his fear, Will had forgotten to put
on shorts. He was naked, as naked as the day he was born, but James was
insistent about him lying with him.

"Shhhh son, daddy's here," he whispered, crawling in beside James.

James turned to Will, who was lying on his back and rested his head on
Will's chest. His thin arm was draped across Will's stomach and James' leg
was over Will's. James felt the warmth of the boy, it was comforting, but
it was also alarming, he felt his manhood rise, thickening as it grew.

"Oh God why didn't I throw some boxers on," Will thought lying there.

"Mmmmm I love you daddy," James said, just before drifting off to sleep.

The warmth of James' body against Will's wasn't helping him or his cock to
calm down. He was just about to drift off when James' hand drifted down to
Will's cock. James wrapped his hand lightly around it and Will held his
breath, the feeling and warmth was keeping him right on the edge.

"Oh God son... don't move that hand or else I'm gonna explode," he thought
holding his breath, and as if God had heard him, James moved his hand back
up to Will's chest and he let out his breath.

He relaxed and several minutes later, he drifted off to sleep.

***

Mathew sat on the edge of the bed, rummaging through his mother's
possessions. After all these years he thought, her life came down to just a
shoebox. Looking at pictures, reading letters that his mom and dad had
wrote to each other, Mathew got a pretty good description of how they were
together.

It was one of the last letters he picked up to read, that told him all that
he had wished to know. It was an un-mailed letter to his dad, written by
his mom. Opening the letter, he pulled out the single sheet of paper. I
unfolded it, and laid back against the headboard, reading it.

My dearest Chadwick,

I am writing you this letter, knowing that I may never mail it. So why am I
writing it, well its more for my sanity then to tell you what I found out
today.

First off my love, I want you to know that I love you deeply and more than
my own life. And its that reason that what you will find out tomorrow that
I am gone. Today after days of being sick each morning, my mother took me
to the doctors.

The argument that ensued between mother and me well lets say that World War
two was tame compared to it. I'm pregnant Chad and I am due around
May. Mother is sending me away to my grandparent's house until I have the
child, at which time she expects me to give him up for adoption. I will
not, can not give away something that is a part of you and I. So I am
running away and they will never find me.

I have a friend that lives in Washington State, and she's offered to let me
stay with her. She, like you, was never accepted by my parents. I am not
going to mail this Chadwick, because you have your whole future ahead of
you. I want you to be free to finish school and eventually go to college,
becoming whatever you want to in life.

As for me and your child, we'll do ok, I'll get a job and we'll do just
fine. So my darling Chadwick, always remember that I love you and it's
because of that love, I refuse to ruin your life.

My undying love forever,

Jennifer

Mathew was crying, how could he have judged Chad so cruelly?  He never knew
that he had fathered a child and where she had gone off to, because she
never mailed the letter to him.

"I'm sorry dad... forgive me," Mathew cried out, not knowing that Chad had
returned.

"There is nothing to forgive Matt," Chad said stepping into the room.

Mathew flew off the bed and ran over to Chad's out stretched arms. Chad
hugged Mathew to him tightly, gently rubbing his back.

"Forgive me Chad er... dad, for judging you?" Mathew asked.

"I didn't have to Matt, you were only reacting to what you knew and assumed
at time. What was that that you were reading when I came in," Chad asked
and Mathew handed him the letter.

"It was meant for you, but my mother never mailed it," he said, and Chad
sat down to read the letter.

"My God this explains it all... her being sick and then disappearing. You
know that I went up to her big fancy house and knocked on the door, but her
parents refused to talk to me. He father came out with his shotgun, and
threatened to shoot me if I didn't leave."

"I never met my grandparents, I didn't even know that I had any," Mathew
said.

"They use to live in Boston; they came from what your mom called old
money. How she would laugh whenever she said that. She would stick her nose
in the air to mimic her mom, and then say how her grandfather made his
money in bootlegging."

"If she loved you so much, then why didn't she tell you about me?"

"Didn't you read, I mean really read with your heart her letter? It was her
love for me that she kept you a secret. I'm not saying that she was right
to do it, because she robbed not only you, but me also of a relationship."

"So what now Chad, I just can't call you dad. I'm in love with you and that
makes it seem weird," Mathew said.

"We cannot be a couple son, it just wouldn't be right," Chad said.

"What, no Chad, I love you and you love me," Mathew reasoned. "We made love
together, you told me that you were in love with me," Mathew said, his
tears falling like rain as he clung to Chad.

"That was then; we didn't know that we were father and son. But now I do,
we do, and it just isn't right Matt."

"Then lets pretend that we don't know, I won't give you up as my mate,"
Mathew said, and he was adamant about it. "If you can't love me as Matt,
your mate, then I don't want you even as a father," he said, grabbing his
clothes and rushing into his bathroom.

"Mattie please, let's be reasonable about this," Chad said, speaking to a
closed door.

Chad stood at the door, pleading his case until Mathew unlocked the
door. He came out of the bathroom, grabbed his still pack duffle bag and
looked at Chad.

"Goodbye Chad, I hope that someday you find love again. As for me, you will
always be the only man that I love, just like my mother," he said still
crying and turned, walking defeated out of the room.

"Mattie please, I lost your mother to love, please don't do this to me,"
Chad begged, following him to the front door.

Mathew opened the door, looked at Chad and then walked out, gently closing
the door behind him.

***

Will woke up, or was he dreaming, yes it must be a dream, because someone
was sucking his cock. His eyes were closed and yet the sensation felt real.

"Oh my God James... what are you doing," he shouted, opening his eyes to
see the boy blowing him.

He was close to his edge and still James refused to relinquish his cock.

"Son stop... this is not right," Will said, looking down at the boy, who
was feverishly sucking him.

"Mmmmm," James moaned, when he felt Will's cock start to swell, he knew
that his dad was close.

"Son stop... oh fuck I'm gonna cum James," Will shouted, and then shot his
warm cum into James' waiting mouth.

Will held his son's head, grabbing his hair in his fists as he shot volumes
of cum down James' throat. When he had no more to give, James sat up and
moved up to kiss his dad. He pressed his lips to Will's and offered him his
tongue.

Torn between what he was feeling and who it was that was making him feel
this way. Will turned his head, unable to kiss his son. All his life he had
always been a lady's man. Now this, this man, boy love, this wasn't
something that he could handle, much less incest. He moved James off him
and quickly got out of bed.

"No James, I will not abuse you like the others did." He said and turned,
leaving the boy sitting on the bed.

Will walked back to his bedroom and grabbed a pair of boxers from his
bureau drawer. He was slipping them on when James came into the room.

"You're not abusing me dad, I was the one that wanted to do this with
you. I am in love with you dad, and I love you."

"This is incest son, I'm your father now," Will said, looking into the
boy's eyes.

"Not by blood you're not, you are my father by adoption only, not blood,"
James said in his defense.

"You are still under age, I could go to prison for this, and besides, I'm a
police captain," he said.

"Look at me Will, look at me and tell me you don't love me, I mean really
love me," James asked.

"Of course I love you James, why else would I have adopted you?"

"No dad, look at me and tell me that you are not in love with me," he
clarified.

Will stood there looking at his son, he couldn't say it, wouldn't say
it. When he searched his heart, he knew that what James was saying was
true, but he knew that it was wrong, love or not, it was wrong.

"See dad you can't say it, you cannot even look me in the eyes can you?"
Will nodded no before turning away, looking out the window.

The sun was setting and it cast a beautiful red and purple across the
sky. He stood there watching the sunset; his mind was on the things that
James had said. James was right, Will was in love with him, he had to admit
it that he wanted the boy, not just for sex, but as an equal partner for
life. But it was his age, damn it, why did he have to be so young?

He was still reasoning in his mind, when James stepped behind him and
wrapped his arms around him. The warmth of his body against his and his
breath on his back, well it was to much for Will to take.

Will turned in James' arms, pulled the boy to him and kissed him. All the
passion that he felt, Will poured into that kiss.

"Yes James, I am in love with you, and yes I want you as my lover," he said
gasping for air. "I never wanted to hurt you like Andy and Larry did."

"You're not hurting me dad, because I love you and want this more than the
air I breathe," he said, and then he kissed his dad hard, pushing his
tongue into his dad's mouth.

Will pulled James to him and kissed him hard back. While they kissed, James
walked Will back to the bed; James turned and pulled his dad down onto the
bed with his dad on top of him.

"Make love to me dad, consummate our love," he asked.

Will kissed him passionately, as he slid his cock deep into James' ass. "Oh
fuck yes... fuck me dad, make love like you never have before."

James was in heaven, as Will's cock slid rhythmically in and out of his
ass. For the first time in his life, he was making love and not just sex
with a man that loved him. His heart was beating as fast as Will was
fucking him.

"I love you dad," James said, holding tight to Will, who was close to his
edge.

"Oh God son... I love you... fuck I'm gonna cum," Will said, his thoughts
confused by his approaching climax.

"Give me it dad, fuck me hard... oh God dad fuck me," James said, holding
Will's hips and thrusting up to meet Will's thrusts.

Will was close, he could feel his cock swelling and he knew that what he
was doing was ok, because they were in love.

"Aaaaaaaaggghhh fuck... I'm close... oh James I'm cumming," Will said and
his cock exploded, filling James' ass with his seed, his rhythm was
controlling his movements.

Shot after shot of man cream Will gave to his boy, his heart pounding as
his climax waned. He needed this; he wanted it and more importantly, so did
his son. They had declared their love and now they were consummating it.

Spent, Will continued to thrust into James, he wanted him to cum. Harder
and deeper he pounded him, rubbing his prostate every time that his cock
thrust in.

"Yes... fuck yes I'm cumming," James yelled and Will pulled out and pounced
on James' cock, taking it into his mouth just as it shot.

Will took every drop, moving up and down on James' cock, savoring for the
first time, cum.

"Mmmmm," Will moaned, knowing that this wasn't going to be his last time
either.

When James' climax ended, Will crawled up to the boy's mouth and covered it
with his own. "Mmmmm," they both moaned in unison, embracing each other
tightly.

"I love you dad, now and forever," James said, his tears of joy falling
freely.

"Thank you James for loving me and I love you more," he said, kissing him
again.

James turned over and pushed back against Will's body, Will's arms were
holding James tight. "Goodnight my love, my mate," Will whispered, kissing
the back of James' head.

"Goodnight my husband, my lover, I love you," James said, snuggling closer
to his dad.

They drifted off to sleep, contented and happy, with James never having
been so happy.

***

Mathew was standing at the bus terminal waiting for his bus, which would
take him to anywhere, nowhere in particular, as long as it was away from
Chad. His tears ran down his face when he saw his bus pull in, its
destination was New York City.

Mathew gave on last look before he climbed the steps into the bus, hoping
that Chad would have come after him.

"Goodbye darling," he said and then took his seat, closing his eyes to
sleep.

To be continued...

Well there you go guys, sorry that it was so late coming. I promise to get
the next and last chapter to you quicker next time. Randy

randyhoward2@yahoo.com

for your response.