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Chapter Four | Morning Emissions

- JANUARY 4th, 1889 -

Peter laid in his bed, a pillow purposefully put between his legs as he tried to sleep. Daddy wasn't being kind as of late he's scaring the boy. He's only ten.

"PETER!" His father shouted from his room, the kid knew it'd be bad if he ignored him. So cautiously he wandered over to his father's room, his study. Momma's making those noises downstairs. It makes Peter wince.

He enters his father's room. Standing in the doorway looking at the pervert that he calls a father. His face is saggy, he's balding, his teeth are yellow and rotten, he's disgusting. He's repulsive.

"Took you long enough Petey." His father groaned, adjusting his withered belt.
"I'm sorry Dad," Peter said, his head hung low.
"What was that?"
"I'm sorry Daddy." His dad required him to call him that, but if Peter had the choice he'd call him a bastard.

"That's better." His father grimaced,
"What do you need sir?"
"I made a mess can't you see?"  His father pointed to the floor. And sure enough, there was a mess. A splattering of his fathers... stuff. The gross white substance was beginning to soak into the floorboards. His father must've, made the mess just a minute ago.

"Yes, daddy." Peter looked at the mess, then back up at his bastard of a father.
"I need you to clean it up." He said,
"Yes, daddy." Peter immediately turned around to go downstairs, to grab Momma's rags and some water.
"Wait wait! Where you goin' Peter?"
"I was gonna grab a rag-" Peter was cut off,
"Did I tell you to get a rag?" His father stood up, grabbing Peter by the arm and yanking him back into the room.
"Daddy!" Peter screamed in pain as his father threw him onto the floor. His face was smeared with his father's mess as he was held down.

"I want you to lick up my mess do you hear me?" Peter almost threw up he might've. But the last time he did his mother made him pay for it. He didn't get fed for a week. He was fed a rat.
"I-I yes, Daddy..." Peter looked down at the white stuff, his entire body cringing at the sight as he was forced to clean it up orally.
"Good, now get goin'!" His father let go of him,
"Yes sir." Peter closed his eyes, lapping up the putrid liquid as he tried his best not to cry.
"Keep cleaning. Just keep goin'..." his father settled behind the boy, pulling down his trousers when-

Peter shot awake in a cold sweat, panting as he looked around frantically. It was only a nightmare. Or a flashback. Peter couldn't tell anymore. However, he saw the sun shining through the windows. The snow was beginning to thaw after so long. However, it'd still be a few days until it was melted enough to leave Colter.

The boy looked behind him, Arthur was spooning him. He wasn't wearing any clothes, and Arthur wasn't either. It was intimate, made him feel good. A stark contrast to the depravity of his childhood.

Peter didn't want to get up, Arthur was currently pressed against his backside. Both of them have the typical morning wood, however Peter's never slept with a man. Woken up beside one. It feels... right.

Arthur shifted a bit,
"Good mornin' beautiful." He whispered into Peter's ear, it sent a chill down his spine. He had an ache as of right then, he wanted Arthur in his mouth. And he can't think of any reason not to blow him so to hell with it.

Peter slipped down, eagerly taking Arthur into his mouth. Dear lord Arthur was hung, it was hard to believe honestly.
"What'r- Oh!" Arthur sputtered as Peter shoved his entire length into his mouth. Arthur's eyes fluttered open as he peaked under the covers, making direct eye contact with his partner as Peter took him into his mouth again. Bobbing his head up and down with abandon.

Arthur can safely say he's never been woken up like this, he was with Mary for some two years and she ain't never done something like this. In two whole years, he'd only slept with Mary once. On their first anniversary. It wasn't pleasurable in the slightest.

There was the worry of pregnancy, so Mary had a variety of things she was doing to prevent a baby. Then there was the simple fact that Mary really didn't like sex, it was cold and plain missionary without any passion. And oral was off the table, Mary wouldn't ever do that. So this was something to behold.

Arthur was making noises he didn't even know he could make as Peter sucked him off with proficiency. While he swallowed Peter let his hands roam, cupping Arthur's balls gently. He then snaked them back, getting a nice handful of Arthur's ass as he continued.

Peter then looked directly into Arthur's eyes, taking the entirety of the older man's length into his mouth. "Goddamn boy..." Arthur moaned, beginning to slowly thrust into Peter's mouth.

Arthur took control, holding Peter's head as he pumped in and out of his face. Peter laid there and took it happily. Sex feels so much better when you want to do it.

Peter made sure to wrap his lips around his teeth, the last thing he would want is to scrape Arthur's dick and give him second thoughts. So he attacked him, running his tongue up and down the length with a joyful smile.

Arthur let go, Peter kept going. It was building, the both of them could feel it.
"Oh my lord-" Arthur suddenly came, Peter's eyes widened as his mouth was filled with a warm load. He almost wanted to spit it out but decided that maybe swallowing it would be less crude. So as Arthur moaned and panted Peter swallowed once more.

Arthur didn't know what to do, that was just incredible from the top down.
"That's one hell of a way to wake me up." Arthur panted out as Peter slid out of bed, wandering over to a window and looking out it.
"Don't mention it. Snows beginning to thaw."
"Damn," Arthur said, for two reasons. For one Peter's ass looked great and for two, this whole thing is coming to an end.

After a month here Arthur's grown to enjoy the company of this emotional twenty-year-old. Not to mention what happened last night was probably the best experience of his life. And if he can he would happily do it every single night.

"What?" Peter turned around,
"Nothing I just... I dunno, guess I kinda like it here with you?" Arthur sat up from bed, looking at Peter sadly.
"Just because the snow's meltin' doesn't mean we can't still hang around." Peter walked over to him, bare feet stepping on the cold wooden floor until he was within kissing range.

Peter swooped in, planting a delicate kiss on Arthur's lips. He needfully embraced the touch, kissing back with gusto as he gently pulled Peter back into bed. Holding him close as he attacked him with kisses. He doesn't want this moment to end. Never.

He and Peter wrestled around a bit, ending up on the floor as they argued physically for dominance in the kiss.
"Where'r you gonna go after all this?" Arthur asked, letting up on the attack.
"I haven't thought of that. Probably Annesburg. Somewhere lonesome." Peter said,
"You wanna come wit' me instead?"

A million thoughts ran through Peter's brunette head all at once. The image of living till the last of his days with Arthur, growing old together. The image of standing back to back as they fought against the O'Driscoll's. All of them brought a smile to his face.

"What?" Peter asked, surely he couldn't be serious.
"Come with me," Arthur said without an ounce of doubt in his tone,
"You're saying that like we're lovers."
"I mean... I'm not against the idea." Arthur grabbed Peter's hand, holding it gently.

"Really? You wanna date, me..? Of all people?"
"Do you want me to change my mind?" Arthur mumbled, half annoyed.
"No. I'd love to stick by you."
"If you keep by me I promise I'll do right by you." Arthur kissed Peter on the head, holding him close.
"As will I." The younger man said.
"C'mon let's go huntin' or something this is getting too sappy for me."