Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 02
Nightmares & Dreams
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EXCERPT FROM FREEDOM’S FLIGHT
At the top of the rise the boy paused for a moment trying to catch his bearings when he suddenly felt an odd sensation tingling all along his body. Even his now sopping wet and greasy long hair which hung down over his eyes stood up on the end of his head. It frightened the boy so much he abruptly crouched down hugging his knees to his chest and buried his face as the tingling sensation began to course through his body and his ears started to buzz. Suddenly the dark evening sky erupted into a sharp stinging bright flash of light and the tingling feeling intensified coursing through his body while his ears roared loudly with such a ringing sensation. His body was flung off the trail when a tree exploded about twenty feet away from him.
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NIGHTMARES & DREAMS
The flash of light followed swiftly by the clap of thunder, which shook my entire room jolted me awake. My eyes blinked rapidly and the last wisps of the nightmare which had gripped my dreams flittered away into a faint memory. The vicious and cruel nature of the abuse which took place in my dreams were horrifying, always leaving me feeling cold and petrified as my body shook in terror from the aftermath of my nightmarish dreams. It’s been a while since I’ve had this horrible dream, which was always the same, and I panicked for a moment because I was disoriented in the cold darkened pitch black room.
The brilliant flash from the lightning had blinded me momentarily leaving behind swirling pinprick colored lights flashing in front of my vision. It took me a moment or two until it dawned on me we were at my grandfather’s cabin. My naked torso was glistening with sweat and I began to shiver not only from the aftermath of my nightmare, but also since it was downright cold standing there next to the window staring out into the pitch blackness of the stormy night.
Realizing I had been holding my breath I exhaled noisily shaking my head because it’s been a long time since I’ve walked in my sleep as well. It had to be because of the storm, which now raged all around our little cabin, the rain pelting against the old but secure structure. Storms like this were just one of the many things which used to set off my nightmares, but it’s been a few years since I’ve had them.
Every once in a while the lightning, followed by the clap of thunder, would light up the walls inside my small room. Even though the rain continued to pour in buckets outside it seemed as if the lightning had now moved further away. The flash of light and rumbling thunder which had abruptly shaken me awake had been really close, having struck somewhere off on the other side of the trees from where I was staring out through my window. Of course I couldn’t see anything because we were surrounded by trees in this direction with the open expansive view of the lake being on the other side of the cabin.
My body quivered from the chill in the air with the sheen of sweat beginning to cool off on my naked skin. I was wearing only my white Hanes boy’s briefs, which currently clung to me a bit damply because I had been sweating so much from my unsettling dream. Even though it was cold I realized it wasn’t only the chill that I was trembling from, but also because of the fear which lingered from my nightmare as I tried to bury it in some deep corner of my memories.
There was a time when I used to regularly sleepwalk, have horrible nightmares, and even zone out in the middle of the day, but over the last year or two I had grown out of this phase. Zoning out was the worst in my opinion because it was downright embarrassing sitting at your desk during class when the teacher is calling on you or in front of my friends while they chatted away about things in general.
Crossing my arms over my naked chest and hugging myself I rubbed my upper limbs trying to generate some heat as I once more shivered. I never understood why my grandfather always insisted on coming up here for Easter break. I mean, I sort of knew, but didn’t understand why he always insisted. We’ve been coming up here for years now, ever since I came to live with my grandparents.
It used to be the three of us, but my grandmother died a couple of years ago. She had been a very kind and gentle person who I sorely missed these past two years. Even when she became ill the love and affection she lavished on me would be something I’d cherish forever. I could tell the loss of my grandmother had hit my grandfather hard, but he never allowed his grief to affect the loving relationship between the two of us. It took him a good year to really break out of his gloomy state, which would sweep in at times and overwhelm him for a day or two, but he always seemed to snap out of those moments rather quickly. Last summer had seen him in a much better mood and his old jovial self I had become used to over the years.
This place had always been a place of healing for us I suppose, and even though I enjoyed the cabin, coming here in April always seemed to be wet, cold, and nasty. Of course I absolutely loved coming here during the summer months, and even enjoyed it a lot during winter when it snowed. At least when there was snow it was kind of fun because I could go out cross country skiing over the frozen lake or along the many trails surrounding the area. We would even go fishing by cutting a hole in the ice and dropping in our lines. When we came up here during Easter break it was almost a given with how we would end up being mostly confined indoors because it got a bit nasty and wet outside.
During the warmer months at the cabin I loved to swim in the lake enjoying the nice clean refreshing dips; especially, after building up a sweat from exploring in the woods or after a nice trek out along the many trails. It wasn’t even unusual for me to go skinny dipping since we were so isolated out here. Of course when I had friends staying with me for a few days from back home I never did anything of the sort, but when it was just me and my grandfather it didn’t matter so much.
Last summer was a bit different though because for some reason I started to think maybe it would be kind of cool to swim naked in the lake with my friends. I began to fantasize how it would feel to wrap my legs around their youthful fit bodies and rub up against their slicked up skin or what it would feel like for them to do the same thing to me. I knew those were naughty kind of thoughts and inappropriate so never got the nerve to actually do anything about it. Besides, I didn’t think my friends would want to do that sort of thing no matter how isolated we were around here. Showering in school in front of one another was one thing because it was required after phys-ed class or after all school sports activities, but to actually get naked out here in front of friends was a bit daunting even if for all practical purposes our rustic living quarters was out here in the remote wilderness.
My grandfather’s small log cabin was located in the region known as Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (BWCAW) along the border of Canada and Minnesota. It was situated on the northern part of Cedar Lake and next to a small river which dumped into the lake. The only way into this part of the area was to either hike in around the long winding trail that followed the outskirts of the lake or to take a boat across from the other side. We always took our small motorized boat across from the other side where it was moored inside the small boat shed. From the other side of the lake there was a rough winding road we drove on which eventually connected to the main road after a few miles leading to the small town of Eelee. The small community was only about fifteen miles away, but took a while to get there even in a car because you had to take winding roads which traversed between the many different lakes in the area and the location was pretty wild and isolated.
There wasn’t any electricity, real plumbing, or even cell reception here at the cabin. It was an old small structure with the small twelve foot wide by four feet deep covered porch leading into the cabin area through a small heavy door. The main living area inside only measured twelve feet wide by eighteen feet long with another small room at the far end which measured twelve feet wide by eight feet and served as my grandfather’s bedroom.
At one time there used to be a lean-to type of barn attached to the side of the cabin big enough to house a horse or two, but these days it served as my bedroom. My grandfather had cut a small doorway through the timbered logs leading into the small cramped ten foot by ten foot room from the main cabin area. He had closed off all the walls, and put in rough wooden floors, leaving the one small window in place. Three steps led down into the small space because the room sat lower from the main cabin area.
Even though it seemed like civilization was close by, for all practical purposes we were completely isolated and cut off from the rest of the world. It was a cozy little cabin with a small hand pump inside the main area feeding fresh water inside the structure. It was heated by an old wooden oven which also served as the main stove to heat up our meals. During the summer months we cooked on the propane grill we had sitting outside under the covered porch.
Since there was no electricity we also didn’t have a refrigerator to store our food so we utilized a root cellar which was accessed from outside on the shady side of the cabin and led downwards into a small stone lined room beneath the small structure. It was amazing how it remained just as cold like a refrigerator down there even during the summer months. Without any real plumbing this meant there were also no toilet facilities inside the cabin. Instead, we had to utilize an outhouse which was smelly and could be a tad cold during this time of year; however, when a guy had to go he had to go so it really wasn’t much of an issue and something you sort of got used to.
At least there was a shower of sorts, which provided warm water. I kind of thought it was a neat concept because it was separate from the main cabin as well. The small closed off structure had two separate areas. On one side there was a boiler, which you filled with water using a hand pump and then heated it up with a wood fire stoking it up from beneath. Once the water was hot you added cold water using the hand pump, which forced the hot water into a waiting reserve area to be used once you turned on the water in the other room. Closing off a valve and opening up another one you could then use the pump to transfer the cold water into another reserve area.
The small room on the other side of the wall was the main shower area which was closed off and accessed through a door from the outside of the structure on the other side. It was actually pretty cozy even during the winter months because the heat from the fire and boiler kept everything nice and warm. You could even adjust the temperature of the shower just like at home by adjusting the flow between the hot and cold water you had pumped into the two separate small reserve bins. It was one of the few creature comforts about the cabin even if it took a little work.
My body trembled from the chilliness inside the small room and the lingering fright of my nightmare as I got my bearings. It was pitch black in my small room and I could only vaguely make out some shapes. Usually I could see better with some sort of light shining through my small bedroom window from the stars or moonlight, but it was so bleak and overcast outside with the thick stormy clouds shrouding everything and plunging the entire region into dreary blackness. The rain was pouring down in buckets now and even pelted along the small window with such force I thought it might break the thick pane. It was so dark and austere at the moment with me hardly able to make anything out as I squatted down next to the warmth emanating from the vague shape of the small pot belly stove inside my room.
The stove itself was situated in the corner of the room not taking up a lot of space because it was very small and only able to accommodate a few small logs at a time. It was more than big enough though and when stoked properly heated up the small room quickly. The cast iron structure squatted low to the ground on its stubby like four legs, its rounded contours resembling a swollen stomach, hence the name “Pot Belly” stove. Reaching out to the small stack of wood I knew was located just to the side and up against the wall I picked up a couple of quarter split pieces. Using one of the pieces I tapped it up against the latch on the stove even though I couldn’t really see it and heard it pop open.
A small yellowish glow splashed into the small room lighting up the rough walls in a soft glow as I used the piece of wood to swing open the small hatch in the pot belly stove even further. I then opened up the tamper along the small pipe leading through the roof where the smoke escaped so I could create a draft which would allow the fire to catch. I tossed in some of the smaller split pieces with them instantly catching fire from the draft and banked hot embers. I grabbed a bigger log piece and carefully set it in place towards the back and added a few smaller split pieces on top. I knew once the log piece caught fire it would burn slowly for the rest of the evening after I shut the door and closed down the tamper keeping the room cozy. It was already warming up in the room with my half naked body no longer shivering and welcoming the heat from the tiny stove.
There was a soft knocking on my door and I knew it was my grandfather checking up on me to see if I was alright because of the storm. “Yeah, I’m up PopPop.” I announced as I saw the door slowly swinging open and my room lighting up even more.
My gaze shifted towards my now open doorway. My grandfather was standing on the top landing with a lantern in his hand which set off a soft warm glow inside the small cramped space. He was a tall man so had to stoop over slightly to accommodate his frame. For a man well into his seventies he still looked pretty robust and healthy. He spotted me by the stove and a pleasant smile spread across his features.
“Ah yes, Latham, I just figured I’d check up on you since it is getting pretty rowdy out there.” He teased as his steel blue eyes scrutinized me closely and his eyebrows furrowed out of concern. “Are you alright?” He asked with me smiling back and nodding.
“Yeah PopPop it’s all good.” I assured him using the endearing term that sort of came into being one time a while back.
Calling him gramps, grandpa, grandfather, or any of those other things never seemed right for the man. It didn’t suit him, and one day PopPop stumbled out of my mouth and it suddenly seemed to fit. It’s what I called him from then on, that or Pops, as I grinned trying to explain.
“I should have banked the fire with a thicker log before I went to bed. It’s just earlier in the day it had been so nice outside and it’s actually been warm for a change during this time of year. I guess I should have known better.” I snorted because it’s been unusually warm for this region at this time of year with it actually being in the upper sixties to low seventies for over a week not only where we lived, but out here as well.
The man continued to pause and his eyes appeared to study my near naked body. I wasn’t sure if it was because of his concern over me, or if it was because he was scrutinizing some of the changes my body’s gone through lately. Having turned thirteen years old last month my body seemed to have chosen now to jump into overdrive. It’s like so much has changed in just the last couple of months. I’ve grown an inch or two taller and didn’t look so gangly anymore with my body filling out some. I was still sort of lanky though, but with a strong wiry kind of look and more filled out in a broader sense typical of teenagers my age.
The other day while getting changed after gym class I jumped on the scale to weigh myself and also to check out how much taller I had gotten. The scale indicated I had gained a couple of pounds weighing in at a hundred pounds and I indeed had grown a couple of inches topping out at five feet two inches. Size wise I was pretty average for a boy my age and as I had glanced around was very thankful I wasn’t like one of those flabby kids who refused to get off their ass and sweat a little.
Most of the kids in school who were a bit on the chunky side were that way because they were too lazy to get up and move around with their noses constantly buried in some sort of video game or on the computer. I kind of felt bad for some of them because in my opinion they were really missing out on a lot of fun. Kids; especially boys, weren’t meant to be cooped up inside all day, and were designed to be outside climbing trees, being rowdy, and getting into all sorts of innocent trouble.
I’ve also noticed my facial features getting that more mature chiseled look. Lately all these changes sure managed to have caught the attention from the girls at my school. These days I’ve been getting the nagging feeling like I was always being checked out, and have even noticed the shy glances shot my way by some of the girls. The other day while walking to my locker, I heard one girl comment to her friend how my green eyes were so dreamy when you looked at them. She also told her friend she wanted to run her fingers through my thick wavy layered hair and how the color reminded her of truffles with lighter highlights of golden brown sugar. Only girls could make such dreamy like comparisons. Where do they manage to come up with some of these things I had wondered?
Of course it sort of embarrassed me while at the same time was kind of flattering. It did make me feel uncomfortable though because I had a girlfriend. Well, I guess you could say technically I had a girl friend since it was more casual than anything else. We really haven’t done anything together, and it’s kind of hard to be dating when you are only twelve or thirteen years old because a guy can’t get around without a driver’s license. It didn’t help that the two of us didn’t live close to one another in our small city so getting together was often a challenge even with a bike.
Reaching over towards the small pile of split and stacked wood I grabbed a couple of them and used one to close the small hatch on the pot belly wood stove before tapping the handle feeling the latch sealing it shut. Tossing the pieces back on to the pile I stood up closing down the tamper on the flume in the process and without really realizing it reached down to adjust myself as well. It was just one of those natural types of things typical for guys, but it did draw my Grandfather’s attention with his eyes naturally sliding down for a moment because of the movement.
It wasn’t as if he’s never seen me naked or anything before, or seen other boys naked. He was a doctor after all, but the thought suddenly occurred to me it’s been a while since he’s actually seen me completely naked, not since this past summer. There’s been some changes happening to me the last couple of months down below with things filling out and maturing a tad between my legs leaving me with a bit of a larger bulge now in my snug fitting briefs. I suppose it was this that seemed to catch my grandfather’s attention with his eyes lingering for a second or two longer before they flittered away and he once more gazed into my face with a neutral look on his features.
Still, his protracted gaze on my package made me blush a tad, even if I wasn’t all that self conscious about him seeing me naked. Living in the same house it is natural that we’ve both seen each other naked a time or two so I never really thought much about such things. I even used to walk around the house naked at times and it wasn’t unusual for me to lounge on the sofa in nothing but my underwear while watching movies and shows on the television set in the living room. Lately though it seems as if I’ve stopped those sorts of things.
Now when I thought about it I realized this hadn’t really been a conscious decision, just something that’s sort of naturally taken place as I began to mature more. Its one thing as a little boy to be walking around butt naked or in your underwear, but as a boy began to mature he naturally began to cover up more and not flaunt his goods around for public display, even at home. It wasn’t the idea of my grandfather seeing me naked, but rather simply a natural progression as a boy matured.
My grandfather sighed and gestured towards my nether regions. “Looks like we need to go do some clothes shopping again for you here real soon before you bust out of those briefs.” He chuckled while I blushed a bit and shrugged my shoulders in the typical non-committal fashion only a teenager can pull off. “Maybe it’s time for you to try something different than briefs now that you are maturing. We’ll pick up some different styles of underwear for you to wear and you can see what is more comfortable.” He added without making such a big fuss over what we both knew was puberty finally kicking into high gear for me.
It’s something I really appreciated about my grandfather. He never made a real big issue over the whole sex and puberty thing. As a doctor he’s talked plenty of times about such things with me when the topic seemed to come up in natural ways. We’ve sort of had “the bird and the bees” discussion over the years, but it never really felt like “the talk.” Our talks had taken place in a more neutral kind of way over the years. He had a way of being technical about those sorts of discussions while also balancing it out in a more ordinary kind of way so I understood things on my own age level. He never talked down to me either, which somehow made me feel more included in the conversations. By now we had already covered most everything including aspects of puberty like body hair, penis size, testicles dropping, masturbation, orgasms, and ejaculations. We’ve even touched lightly on topics such as relationships and sex with others.
As I thought about it I don’t even know exactly when all of this had taken place. With most kids their dad or whoever would sit down with them and do it all in like one session, which to me seemed like that sort of approach would be a bit embarrassing for all concerned. Then there were those kids who never even had any conversation whatsoever with their folks and seemed to rely on what they see on television shows, movies, their computers, and friends; which I thought was most definitely not a good way to find out about some of these things since I began to realize a majority of this sort of information from those types of sources was bogus.
It made me begin to appreciate now how my grandfather had sort of approached this sort of thing in stages and by way of regular normal forms of conversations than simply a type of lecture. I began to realize how he had done all of this throughout the years when the opportunity presented itself.
These conversations seemed to take place during simple things like a sex scene in a movie and even that nudist march in town a few years back. When the occasion arose he would simply strike up a casual conversation about it. Then last year when I had to take “the physical” for school so I could participate in sports he simply pointed out how this exam was now different because boys were beginning to enter puberty.
In technical terms he described the process of the physical I would have to undergo, which naturally led to us talking about puberty and how boys are beginning to change in various ways. It wasn’t the first time we had talked about this subject, but each time he seemed to add a bit more into the discussion. Of course some things I already knew, but it was refreshing for him to reinforce this knowledge in a reassuring kind of way.
These chats never felt forced, and he always made it possible for me to actually engage with our conversations. They were so casual I even asked questions, which I imagined were probably embarrassing for many of my friends to have asked about with their own parents. In a way I suppose my grandfather had made this whole topic about sex into something that was the same like when we talked about other things happening all around us. He was a very deep intellectual type of person and was always chatting to me about life in general.
“Anyway,” my grandfather continued bringing me out of my reflections as I reached up and absentmindedly ran my finger around one of the old scars on my chest, a sort of subtle nervous tick I’ve developed a few years back. “I’ve noticed you’ve gotten a bit taller and filled out more as well. Yes, maybe a shopping trip when we get back home. What do you think?” He asked smiling reassuringly while I nodded in agreement.
It’s been a while since we’ve gone clothes shopping and I’ve noticed how some of my clothes were looking and feeling a bit snug on me. When I glanced down it became obviously clear that I really was just about ready to bust through the seams on my boy’s briefs. They were a tad snug on me as if a size or so too small, which I reckoned most definitely meant it was a good time to do some clothes shopping. I had never really considered different underwear though, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try different ones out. I’ve noticed more and more of the boys my age in school having switched to bulky boxers or those boxer briefs that fit snuggly around their thighs.
“Yeah sure sounds cool Pops.” I shrugged my shoulders in the typical ambiguous teenaged way while making my way over towards my small bed, which was more just a mattress on top of a wooden frame my grandfather had built noticing PopPop roll his eyes and chuckle at my typical non-committal teenaged response.
Sitting down on my bed I had to admire my grandfather’s ingenuity. Since the room was so small he had actually built two rows of three drawers in the wooden frame beneath my bed so I could store my clothes and other items while staying at the cabin. They mostly held my clothes, much of which I left behind when we went back home to the city so I didn’t have to cart so much back and forth with me clothes wise. Now though some were getting a bit small on me with some still from a couple of years ago. I suppose at some point I will have to finally get rid of my older clothing which no longer fit so I could make room for new ones.
There was also a second small bed in the room for when I had a friend over, but that one had hinges on it allowing the frame and mattress to fold flat against one of the other walls. Mine was slightly smaller than a single, but the fold out bed was even smaller. It was perfectly fine though for when I had friends over and despite the two beds being a bit cramped I had to admit they were rather comfy.
My grandfather’s eyes continued to scrutinize me as I crawled under the covers. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked his steel gray eyes gazing into mine and looking a bit concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine PopPop. It’s only a thunderstorm and it’s already heading away from us.” I assured him.
“That’s not what I meant.” He began lingering in the small doorway which forced him to stoop his six foot one frame over a bit so he wouldn’t bump his head.
He started to say something more, but then shrugged his shoulders and gave me a pleasant smile. “Alright then Latham…good night. Love you.”
“Love you more Pops.” I replied in what’s become a sort of tradition between the two of us as I snuggled up under the covers no longer cold since the room had completely warmed up now.
My grandfather shut the heavy door quietly behind him, the room plunging back into complete darkness. Rolling over on to my side I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. I tossed and turned for a while unable to fall sleep with the nightmare still lingering in my thoughts. Sighing I rolled on to my back with my hand automatically dipping beneath the snug waistband of my boy’s briefs as I absentmindedly began to piddle my fiddle.
A little over a year ago, just slightly before my twelve birthday, I discovered the joys of masturbation. I was much smaller back then down there, still having that pre-pubescent boy penis and nuggets, and used my two fingers and thumb to bring me to that wondrous sensation of rapture. I was shooting blanks as well back then my little cherry sized nuggets in my tight pouch contracting upwards with each dry cum orgasmic pulse.
Now though when I jacked off I was able to use my entire fist with all of my fingers curled around my cut erection sending those blissful like electrical currents throughout my body, but especially more intense around my goods. A few months back, right about the time things began to change for me between my legs I noticed my first real wet orgasm. It started out as a clear liquid beading up at the crown end of my mushroom shaped knob. These days my penis managed to spit out a few drops which tended to splatter against my stomach and chest when my snub nosed pistol recoiled shooting off its rounds. It really wasn’t a lot; just a small drop or two and I didn’t even need to bother cleaning myself up afterwards simply rubbing it into my skin. It would leave a little sticky spot on my skin, but nothing even noticeable.
Lately I’ve been comparing myself with some of the other boys in my gym class when we took showers. I figured mine was fairly average compared to many of the other guys now that puberty has caught up with me. Of course some boys my age where bigger and some smaller. At first I thought I was a late bloomer because many of my classmates already had some pubes down there with their balls having dropped at the beginning of the school year or in some cases at the end of the previous school year.
Mine only recently dropped down and I now had a few light strands of pubes starting to sprout around the base of my shaft and pubic mound. There were still a couple of kids in my class who were hairless and kind of small down there, so I guess I wasn’t too far behind the curve, not that it had really upset me or anything. The talks I’ve had with grandfather made me comfortable enough to know that we all developed at our own pace. Of course I was still a boy so naturally deep down wanted a huge cock with a full bush of hair as soon as possible.
It was silly to want something like this and I knew it, but still a boy is a boy in the end, and we all want a nice big fat one to brag about. I had to laugh though at how some of my friends always bragged about their goods and how huge they were down there when we all knew the other guy was full of shit. I mean for real, it isn’t as if we can’t see one another when we have to take showers.
Still, even I would get caught up in the game and recently measured myself which I’ve never had considered doing before when I was younger. I suppose those sorts of things never enter a kids mind until a certain age. There were those times when I was younger where I had played that typical I’ll show you mine if you show me yours game. It was just a game though and back then I really never paid much attention to the other boy’s actual size because like with all boys at that age it was more about curiosity than anything else, along with the excitement of the moment doing something a bit naughty.
So last week after I had measured my height and weight I had also measured my penis when I got home from school. I had stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and put my ruler against my soft penis and it measured right around four inches long, which I thought was rather large for a boy who just turned thirteen. Getting excited I began to stroke my sprout watching as it plumped up thicker and stiffened before taking the ruler to it as well. To my disappointment it only measure four and a half inches. I thought it would have been bigger than that considering it was four inches long when I was soft, but it did seem to have fattened up pretty good. As I thought about it I guess it was pretty average for a boy my age so I couldn’t complain.
I’ve seen some of the boys at school pop a hard one now and then for no reason. So I sort of had an idea of what was pretty typical at our age for a stiffie and I suppose mine would be considered pretty average. I began to giggle at those memories because it is kind of embarrassing when it happens out of the blue. Of course when it happened to one of us we did what all boys do when we spring one and hide it as best as possible. Sometimes there’s simply no way to conceal it; especially, right in the middle of a shower. So all a guy could do then was to try and turn away while stepping closer to the wall.
For the most part no one really said anything to someone when it happened because everyone knew we’d spring one now and then as well. There were times though that some friendly teasing about it would happen out of the blue. Hell, that sort of thing was only natural since such shenanigans are just in a boy’s genes. Being a boy sometimes such behavior just couldn’t be contained as we all roared in good natured laughter about it. The teasing wasn’t really done to be hurtful, but more to address the embarrassment of the moment and the nervous energy in us about such things.
After all our hormones were raging in our tiny bodies and the damn things seemed to have a mind of their own as I noticed mine getting hard at the moment as well since I was groping myself. It didn’t help that I was thinking about all those naked boys in my class taking a shower. I even thought some of them were kind of cute and for some odd reason lately I even thought it might be kind of cool to mess around with some of them, just to see what it would feel like. Those thoughts did bother me some, but my horny state usually overrode any of my concerns.
Now that my mind was turned towards sex I decided to do something about it; especially, since I was having trouble getting back to sleep. Tossing aside my blanket, I lifted up my hips and pulled off my underwear letting it drop to the floor and releasing my stiff monster to the elements. I always enjoyed how it felt to be naked in bed and it wasn’t unusual for me to sleep in nothing but my birthday suit anymore. I never really had to worry about my grandfather barging in on me since it was an unspoken rule to always knock and wait for a response from the other person. I suppose PopPop pretty much knew what I was doing to occupy some of my time when alone in my room, but I tried never to think much on it because…, well let’s face it no boy wants to think their parents or grandparents knew they were doing the naughty at night in bed, during showers, or any other free time when there was that urge to take care of business.
These days it wasn’t unusual for me to diddle my piddle whenever possible. I made sure to clean my pipes on a regular basis, most days doing it five or six times from the time I woke up in the morning and before falling asleep at night. Even then it never seemed enough, but it did manage to tamp down the unruliness of my amped up monkey which always danced around inside of my pants.
It was nice and toasty warm in the room now as I reached down between my legs and fisted my hefty erection with my right hand. It was completely dark in my room and I could hardly make out anything, but for this activity I didn’t need to see to know what to do. Now that I was committed I was horny as hell, feeling my bulky four and a half inch erection twitch around excitedly in my fingers. My left hand reached down as well and cupped my table tennis sized testicles in my boy pouch which had sagged a bit under the warm covers. Usually they hugged snuggly to my body in a nice rounded mold about the size of a lacrosse ball. Lately though I’ve noticed how they would now hang down slightly while taking a warm shower or after getting up first thing in the morning from under the toasty comforters.
My thoughts flittered towards my girlfriend with her long honey colored hair, brown eyes, and petite figure. The other day at school we stole a calm moment in a secluded spot as we leaned in to one another and kissed. I loved how she tasted and smelled, her light airy perfume tickling my nose and senses. Many girls dolled themselves up too much in my opinion, but Sienna never did, keeping it simple and plain for the most part. She had a natural beauty so typically only used lip gloss, a touch of perfume, and a light application of make-up which I didn’t think she really needed at all. She was a girl though and so it was what they naturally did just by tradition I suppose. At least she had the sense of using it sparingly and only enough to show off her natural beauty.
While our kiss lingered her hand had slipped between my legs rubbing up along my crotch and fondling my goods through my jeans. It had caught me by surprise because it was the first time she had done anything remotely sexual other than the two of us kissing. My little soldier had immediately inflated pressing up against the confines of my restricting jeans. It had been only a fleeting grope, but enough to get my juices flowing with hormonal teenaged lust now taking hold over me.
When I reached up towards Sienna’s small perky breasts to get a little feel of my own she had stopped me pushing away my hand, which was a bit frustrating considering she had just gotten a feel of my goods. When our lips separated she released me and blushed turning away, but not before I detected a little grin as if she had been pleased by what I had down there. I suppose it was more about curiosity for her than anything else because it had just been a fleeting moment over before it had truly begun. Still for a boy such things are very frustrating leaving me with blue balls which I had to take care of in the privacy of a stall in the boy’s bathroom.
The image of my moment with Sienna lasted only a second or two before suddenly shifting once more to thoughts of my classmates in the gym locker room. I tried to force my fantasy back to my girlfriend, but they wavered and one of my classmates seemed to form firmly within my fantasies while I slowly stroked my fist along the length and girth of my rigid piston feeling the familiar sexual sensation rapidly bubbling up to the surface. It wouldn’t take me long to bust a nut, but it rarely did anyway, so I stopped stroking myself for a few moments simply enjoying the sensation of fingering the crown of my mushroom shaped knob.
My thoughts immediately wrapped around the image of Joseph, or rather Joe as he liked to be called; a smaller shy kid in my P.E. class from just yesterday, our last day of classes before Easter break. Right after class many of us were forced to change lockers because it was announced that when we came back after school break they would be starting to tear out the older section of lockers replacing them with new ones. We had to choose a new one and on the way out tell our gym teacher the new locker number so he could record them.
My mind now focused on the image from many of my classmates scrambling for an empty locker. It was a bit crowded now in all the aisles with most of the guys choosing the first couple of rows in the main section. It was a tangled mess of sweaty bodies while everyone tried to get settled into their new locations so I decided to move towards the small section off in the back and to the side. It was kind of an oddball location with only one small row of lockers off in a separate part of the large room away from the main section, but it was a section not being touched with the renovations.
Nobody was scrambling to get into a locker back there because it was pretty narrow with hardly any wriggle room. Since it was the last row the bench which ran the length of the row was more off towards the empty wall with only a narrow space wide enough so you could still straddle the bench if you wanted to while also allowing just enough space between it and the lockers so you could take a seat facing them. In all the other rows the bench ran down the middle with lockers on both sides and a fairly wide walkway on either side. Even though the bench in the last row was closer towards the wall it still had a much narrower path between it and the lockers than the other rows. When you sat down your knees where practically rubbing up against the lockers. To me it didn’t much matter one way or the other since I figured it was going to be more crowded in the other aisles anyway so not much wriggle room once everyone got settled into those lockers.
Tossing my stuff into one of the many empty lockers I quickly undressed, wrapped a towel around my waist, and started for the showers chuckling at all the other guys tripping over one another while they too made their way over towards the large room with all the shower heads lining the walls. As always there was plenty of jostling and joking around with one another as we all quickly rinsed off and one by one made our way back to our lockers. It was then when I really took notice of the small petite boy for the first time. I’ve seen him around and knew him, but he wasn’t one of the guys I normally hung around with or who necessarily was a friend in that sense.
It must have caught him by surprise when I came around the corner because he nearly jumped out of his skin when I literally squeezed past him to get to my locker with nothing but the damp towel wrapped around my waist. He must have just scooted out of his underwear because he was sitting there naked on top of his towel and immediately covered himself up with the loose end and quickly looking away his cheeks blushing at having been caught sitting there completely exposed and naked in front of someone else. No one ever used the lockers in this part of the room so I suppose he had gotten used to the privacy. Hell, I never really had even taken notice of him before in the locker room.
When I glanced over towards him he was still blushing and I thought he looked kind of cute. I had actually gotten a good look at his naked body while he was sitting there because he hadn’t seen me until I was scooting past him to get to my locker. He was one of the younger kids in our class and a bit on the small side. I figured he was a good three or four inches smaller than me and about ten or fifteen pounds lighter. He seemed friendly enough, but tended to be shy around others making me wonder if this was because he was at least six months younger than most of us or simply if it was a part of his nature.
Whatever the reason as I had walked down the isle and taken in his naked body, I thought the guy looked kind of cute. The twelve year old boy was petite and slender with long thin arms and legs. When I scooted past him and he blushed I thought it was kind of cute on his soft boyish rectangular shaped face and rosy highlighted cheeks. I could tell he was a bit nervous; especially, when I dropped the towel draping it over the side of the bench my boy goods on display with them hanging a bit loosely between my legs because of the hot shower. I noticed him glancing my way before once more turning away almost as if he was afraid of getting caught looking. When he turned his head away I noticed the cute small mole on his left temple which for some odd reason sent a tingling sensation along my body.
He really was cute I had thought to myself glancing his way and trying to take in more of his features. He began to nervously try getting his things together as if he were waiting for me to leave so he could hop in the shower. When he glanced my way our eyes connected for a moment and I noticed the deep cobalt blue shades of his eyes with striations of yellow and steel blue adding depth to his gaze. Our gaze seemed to linger for a few seconds longer allowing me more time to truly look at him for the first time.
The younger boy had dark brown hair with lighter highlights in shades of cinnamon sticks cropped short over his cute round ears and parted on the left side keeping it off his forehead. Why I even thought of cinnamon sticks was beyond me making me think that perhaps it wasn’t only a girl thing after all as I continued to size him up.
His eyebrows were thick and matched the same color as his hair, which complimented the deep blue color of his eyes. He had a smooth complexion with maybe one or two pimples which were barely noticeable on his pleasant features. The only marring on his otherwise soft features were the two small scars; one small line next to his left eyebrow just above the bridge of his nose, and one about an inch higher and a tad to the right which looked hollowed out about the size from the end of a pencil eraser. He had a straight small sized nose with a small mouth and straight smile which he flashed towards me nervously with both of us now glancing away a bit embarrassed by how we were staring at one another.
Turning my attention to my clothes I quickly slipped into them feeling his eyes glancing my way several times as if checking me out which kind of flattered me. It was difficult for me not to pop a stiffie with him sitting there trying to be discreet about the way he was scrutinizing my body. When I glanced back towards him a time or two his eyes always flittered away and he blushed as he tried to be subtle about covering up his crotch area with his arms and hands while pretending to be busy with something else. I couldn’t be sure, but it seemed as if he might have popped a stiffie while sitting there and checking me out.
The poor guy looked nervous just sitting there awkwardly not knowing exactly how to handle this new situation. It was then I began to realize he was waiting for me to finish before he took his own shower. As I thought about it I had never even seen him in the showers making me wonder if he always waited until everyone else was finished. I suppose he was probably embarrassed because most of us were already at a stage in our development where puberty had begun to make changes on our bodies.
Joey on the other hand still hadn’t caught up to the rest of us and it really wasn’t his fault considering he was at least six months younger or more than most the rest of us. When I had rounded the corner and saw him sitting there completely naked I could see he didn’t have any pubes and his goods was still like the size of a pre-pubescent kid. Not that it was really puny or anything, well maybe he was a little small down there even for his age, but for the most part I felt it was more him not having developed yet. Actually I thought he had looked kind of sexy hot down there, and when he had covered himself up I had been a bit disappointed about it.
Now that I knew he was waiting for me to leave I finished up quickly and picked up my stuff. “Later Joey,” I nodded my head and squeezed past him not wanting the boy to get into trouble about not taking a shower.
The school had a very strict policy in regards to hygiene, which in this day and age was not typical of most other schools because they tended to cow down to the inhibitions of parents and the so called sensibilities of their kids if exposed to the nudity of others their own age. At our school to keep the hygiene policy imposed there would be periodic inspections on a regular basis in various ways. Sometimes the gym instructor accompanied by two other adults entered the locker room making sure all the boys were getting undressed and jumping into the showers. In the main room most of us always moved around with a towel around our waist and removed them in the small dry area just outside the actual shower room so it wasn’t as if they were looking at us naked, but it did allow them to notice if anyone was trying to skip out of a shower.
At other times we would have to turn in our wet towels to them for inspection while they also checked our hair to make sure it was wet indicating a shower. Then there was the small towel room where instead of leaving a stack of towels on the ledge of the little room next to the showers they actually manned them checking off our names as we picked up the towels on the way into the change room and then when we entered the shower area with the towels wrapped around our waist. The way the room was situated they couldn’t actually see into the shower room itself, but could see us entering and leaving. Of course there were ways around these sorts of inspections, but none of the boys wanted to take the chance of actually getting caught not taking a shower because of the consequences.
A boy’s first offense was a warning accompanied by a few lost points towards their phys-ed grade. A second offense was a loss of more points plus a visit to the nurse’s office where a very embarrassing lecture ensued concerning hygiene, puberty, and sex with the female nurse who must have been like a hundred years old. It was embarrassing to have to be forced to talk about why a boy didn’t want to expose his goods and take a shower to a nurse who could be your great-grandmother for pete’s sake. The third offense was even worse because a boy’s mother was then called in and all three would have the same discussion and let’s face it no boy wants to have to talk about certain things in front of their mothers. For those who didn’t have a mother it was their father or other legal guardian. Still, all in all, no one wanted this so it was rare where one of us kids wouldn’t take a shower.
“Huh, oh yeah…um…later Latham.” I heard him reply a bit shyly and also as if he were shocked I even knew his name.
Now in the cozy warm room inside the dark cabin a small grin spread over my features as I brought up the image of Joey sitting there completely naked when I had rounded the corner. He had been completely oblivious of my approach so I was able to get a good look at what he was packing between his legs. My fist tightened it’s grip on my fatty and I now began to stroke my twitching erection with purpose feeling the tingling sensations begin to rise up inside of me.
The more I thought about it the more I enjoyed how Joey looked sitting on that bench completely naked. The boy had no hairs along his porcelain smooth pubic mound with a smallish pre-pubescent like cut penis sticking out away from his body and only about as thick around as my thumb. His sleek bullet shaped nub was bigger than his shaft by at least two thirds, and combined I figured his penis to be only about two and a quarter inches long. Even his boy purse was kind of smallish, but oddly enough they hung loosely between his legs.
It was weird how such a small sack could actually dangle freely between a boy’s legs, but his did as I watched his legs spread open and closed in an almost nervous kind of way with him oblivious to the fact that someone else was watching him, his boy bobbles bouncing around freely. I had to stifle a giggle when I approached the younger boy because his cherry sized testicles were getting squashed in the process every time the boy’s thighs squeezed closed.
My fingers were pumping along my blood engorged shaft now while my other hand kneaded my boy truffles. The image of the smaller boy’s little worm and dangling sugar cubes bouncing around in my memories were finally too much. Without warning my body suddenly seized up as the intensity of an orgasm ripped through my insides leaving me panting in surprise with the abruptness of the event. This was fast even for me because it had happened in all of about five seconds as I felt the familiar wetness of my ejaculate when small droplets landed on my stomach and chest. The tingling sensation of wholesome goodness lasted several long seconds with my toes curling and Joey’s nakedness swimming around in my imagination. Then this too was all over leaving me spent, but in a good robust sort of way while I panted for air and released my now limp noodle from my grip.
It was dark in the room so I couldn’t see anything, but I could tell some of my soupy boy goop had oozed along the back of my hand. I lifted it up to my nose and took a whiff finding the scent a bit odd, but not in a bad sort of way, just indescribable since I couldn’t really compare it with anything. I’ve never done this before, but lately I’ve become curious about a lot of things regarding my orgasms.
Even now I began to wonder if it didn’t smell all that bad then it probably didn’t taste bad either. I’ve heard some of the guys talking about when they got a blowjob from their girlfriends how the girls would swallow their juice. Of course I never knew if I should believe them or not since I figured probably ninety percent if not more were lying about getting a blow job in the first place. I didn’t really know what to think since this was a topic my grandfather and I had never discussed. I wasn’t even sure if a person would get sick from swallowing another guy’s spunk, but when I thought about it I supposed it made sense that they wouldn’t because there was so much talk about it not to mention I’ve read some stuff on it as well. Still as I took another sniff I ended up chickening out in the end because I just wasn’t sure I was ready to give it a taste. Somehow here in the dark room where I couldn’t see anything it made it seem a bit more risky, even though I knew it was a silly thing to think.
Sighing and accepting my decision I rubbed the small amount of slippery substance from my hand onto my thighs. I then took the time to find the other small droplets along my chest and stomach rubbing those in as well before pulling the covers back over my naked body. The image of Joey sitting on the bench completely naked once more flittered through my memories and I wondered how things would work out once I got back home.
I didn’t know much about Joey, but now I began to think it might be kind of nice having him as a friend. He seemed like a nice enough type of guy even though he was a bit reserved and shy. He didn’t appear to have a lot of friends, but from what I could tell the ones he did have seemed sincere enough. I don’t know why we’ve never really struck up a friendship before, but with us having lockers in the same row at the very least we could strike up a casual conversation from time to time with one another. Other than the P.E. class I had him in one other subject. Well, other than the school choir we both attended.
With all my pent up nervous energy finally spent I yawned and found myself slowly drifting away to the thoughts and images of Joey in the back of my mind. My earlier nightmare no longer had a firm grip on my conscious thoughts, fading off into a distant memory with my recent orgasm seemingly expelling it from the gnawing clutches of my nerves as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to nod off.
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End of Chapter Two: Nightmares & Dreams
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EXCERPT FROM FREEDOM’S FLIGHT
At the top of the rise the boy paused for a moment trying to catch his bearings when he suddenly felt an odd sensation tingling all along his body. Even his now sopping wet and greasy long hair which hung down over his eyes stood up on the end of his head. It frightened the boy so much he abruptly crouched down hugging his knees to his chest and buried his face as the tingling sensation began to course through his body and his ears started to buzz. Suddenly the dark evening sky erupted into a sharp stinging bright flash of light and the tingling feeling intensified coursing through his body while his ears roared loudly with such a ringing sensation. His body was flung off the trail when a tree exploded about twenty feet away from him.
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NIGHTMARES & DREAMS
The flash of light followed swiftly by the clap of thunder, which shook my entire room jolted me awake. My eyes blinked rapidly and the last wisps of the nightmare which had gripped my dreams flittered away into a faint memory. The vicious and cruel nature of the abuse which took place in my dreams were horrifying, always leaving me feeling cold and petrified as my body shook in terror from the aftermath of my nightmarish dreams. It’s been a while since I’ve had this horrible dream, which was always the same, and I panicked for a moment because I was disoriented in the cold darkened pitch black room.
The brilliant flash from the lightning had blinded me momentarily leaving behind swirling pinprick colored lights flashing in front of my vision. It took me a moment or two until it dawned on me we were at my grandfather’s cabin. My naked torso was glistening with sweat and I began to shiver not only from the aftermath of my nightmare, but also since it was downright cold standing there next to the window staring out into the pitch blackness of the stormy night.
Realizing I had been holding my breath I exhaled noisily shaking my head because it’s been a long time since I’ve walked in my sleep as well. It had to be because of the storm, which now raged all around our little cabin, the rain pelting against the old but secure structure. Storms like this were just one of the many things which used to set off my nightmares, but it’s been a few years since I’ve had them.
Every once in a while the lightning, followed by the clap of thunder, would light up the walls inside my small room. Even though the rain continued to pour in buckets outside it seemed as if the lightning had now moved further away. The flash of light and rumbling thunder which had abruptly shaken me awake had been really close, having struck somewhere off on the other side of the trees from where I was staring out through my window. Of course I couldn’t see anything because we were surrounded by trees in this direction with the open expansive view of the lake being on the other side of the cabin.
My body quivered from the chill in the air with the sheen of sweat beginning to cool off on my naked skin. I was wearing only my white Hanes boy’s briefs, which currently clung to me a bit damply because I had been sweating so much from my unsettling dream. Even though it was cold I realized it wasn’t only the chill that I was trembling from, but also because of the fear which lingered from my nightmare as I tried to bury it in some deep corner of my memories.
There was a time when I used to regularly sleepwalk, have horrible nightmares, and even zone out in the middle of the day, but over the last year or two I had grown out of this phase. Zoning out was the worst in my opinion because it was downright embarrassing sitting at your desk during class when the teacher is calling on you or in front of my friends while they chatted away about things in general.
Crossing my arms over my naked chest and hugging myself I rubbed my upper limbs trying to generate some heat as I once more shivered. I never understood why my grandfather always insisted on coming up here for Easter break. I mean, I sort of knew, but didn’t understand why he always insisted. We’ve been coming up here for years now, ever since I came to live with my grandparents.
It used to be the three of us, but my grandmother died a couple of years ago. She had been a very kind and gentle person who I sorely missed these past two years. Even when she became ill the love and affection she lavished on me would be something I’d cherish forever. I could tell the loss of my grandmother had hit my grandfather hard, but he never allowed his grief to affect the loving relationship between the two of us. It took him a good year to really break out of his gloomy state, which would sweep in at times and overwhelm him for a day or two, but he always seemed to snap out of those moments rather quickly. Last summer had seen him in a much better mood and his old jovial self I had become used to over the years.
This place had always been a place of healing for us I suppose, and even though I enjoyed the cabin, coming here in April always seemed to be wet, cold, and nasty. Of course I absolutely loved coming here during the summer months, and even enjoyed it a lot during winter when it snowed. At least when there was snow it was kind of fun because I could go out cross country skiing over the frozen lake or along the many trails surrounding the area. We would even go fishing by cutting a hole in the ice and dropping in our lines. When we came up here during Easter break it was almost a given with how we would end up being mostly confined indoors because it got a bit nasty and wet outside.
During the warmer months at the cabin I loved to swim in the lake enjoying the nice clean refreshing dips; especially, after building up a sweat from exploring in the woods or after a nice trek out along the many trails. It wasn’t even unusual for me to go skinny dipping since we were so isolated out here. Of course when I had friends staying with me for a few days from back home I never did anything of the sort, but when it was just me and my grandfather it didn’t matter so much.
Last summer was a bit different though because for some reason I started to think maybe it would be kind of cool to swim naked in the lake with my friends. I began to fantasize how it would feel to wrap my legs around their youthful fit bodies and rub up against their slicked up skin or what it would feel like for them to do the same thing to me. I knew those were naughty kind of thoughts and inappropriate so never got the nerve to actually do anything about it. Besides, I didn’t think my friends would want to do that sort of thing no matter how isolated we were around here. Showering in school in front of one another was one thing because it was required after phys-ed class or after all school sports activities, but to actually get naked out here in front of friends was a bit daunting even if for all practical purposes our rustic living quarters was out here in the remote wilderness.
My grandfather’s small log cabin was located in the region known as Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (BWCAW) along the border of Canada and Minnesota. It was situated on the northern part of Cedar Lake and next to a small river which dumped into the lake. The only way into this part of the area was to either hike in around the long winding trail that followed the outskirts of the lake or to take a boat across from the other side. We always took our small motorized boat across from the other side where it was moored inside the small boat shed. From the other side of the lake there was a rough winding road we drove on which eventually connected to the main road after a few miles leading to the small town of Eelee. The small community was only about fifteen miles away, but took a while to get there even in a car because you had to take winding roads which traversed between the many different lakes in the area and the location was pretty wild and isolated.
There wasn’t any electricity, real plumbing, or even cell reception here at the cabin. It was an old small structure with the small twelve foot wide by four feet deep covered porch leading into the cabin area through a small heavy door. The main living area inside only measured twelve feet wide by eighteen feet long with another small room at the far end which measured twelve feet wide by eight feet and served as my grandfather’s bedroom.
At one time there used to be a lean-to type of barn attached to the side of the cabin big enough to house a horse or two, but these days it served as my bedroom. My grandfather had cut a small doorway through the timbered logs leading into the small cramped ten foot by ten foot room from the main cabin area. He had closed off all the walls, and put in rough wooden floors, leaving the one small window in place. Three steps led down into the small space because the room sat lower from the main cabin area.
Even though it seemed like civilization was close by, for all practical purposes we were completely isolated and cut off from the rest of the world. It was a cozy little cabin with a small hand pump inside the main area feeding fresh water inside the structure. It was heated by an old wooden oven which also served as the main stove to heat up our meals. During the summer months we cooked on the propane grill we had sitting outside under the covered porch.
Since there was no electricity we also didn’t have a refrigerator to store our food so we utilized a root cellar which was accessed from outside on the shady side of the cabin and led downwards into a small stone lined room beneath the small structure. It was amazing how it remained just as cold like a refrigerator down there even during the summer months. Without any real plumbing this meant there were also no toilet facilities inside the cabin. Instead, we had to utilize an outhouse which was smelly and could be a tad cold during this time of year; however, when a guy had to go he had to go so it really wasn’t much of an issue and something you sort of got used to.
At least there was a shower of sorts, which provided warm water. I kind of thought it was a neat concept because it was separate from the main cabin as well. The small closed off structure had two separate areas. On one side there was a boiler, which you filled with water using a hand pump and then heated it up with a wood fire stoking it up from beneath. Once the water was hot you added cold water using the hand pump, which forced the hot water into a waiting reserve area to be used once you turned on the water in the other room. Closing off a valve and opening up another one you could then use the pump to transfer the cold water into another reserve area.
The small room on the other side of the wall was the main shower area which was closed off and accessed through a door from the outside of the structure on the other side. It was actually pretty cozy even during the winter months because the heat from the fire and boiler kept everything nice and warm. You could even adjust the temperature of the shower just like at home by adjusting the flow between the hot and cold water you had pumped into the two separate small reserve bins. It was one of the few creature comforts about the cabin even if it took a little work.
My body trembled from the chilliness inside the small room and the lingering fright of my nightmare as I got my bearings. It was pitch black in my small room and I could only vaguely make out some shapes. Usually I could see better with some sort of light shining through my small bedroom window from the stars or moonlight, but it was so bleak and overcast outside with the thick stormy clouds shrouding everything and plunging the entire region into dreary blackness. The rain was pouring down in buckets now and even pelted along the small window with such force I thought it might break the thick pane. It was so dark and austere at the moment with me hardly able to make anything out as I squatted down next to the warmth emanating from the vague shape of the small pot belly stove inside my room.
The stove itself was situated in the corner of the room not taking up a lot of space because it was very small and only able to accommodate a few small logs at a time. It was more than big enough though and when stoked properly heated up the small room quickly. The cast iron structure squatted low to the ground on its stubby like four legs, its rounded contours resembling a swollen stomach, hence the name “Pot Belly” stove. Reaching out to the small stack of wood I knew was located just to the side and up against the wall I picked up a couple of quarter split pieces. Using one of the pieces I tapped it up against the latch on the stove even though I couldn’t really see it and heard it pop open.
A small yellowish glow splashed into the small room lighting up the rough walls in a soft glow as I used the piece of wood to swing open the small hatch in the pot belly stove even further. I then opened up the tamper along the small pipe leading through the roof where the smoke escaped so I could create a draft which would allow the fire to catch. I tossed in some of the smaller split pieces with them instantly catching fire from the draft and banked hot embers. I grabbed a bigger log piece and carefully set it in place towards the back and added a few smaller split pieces on top. I knew once the log piece caught fire it would burn slowly for the rest of the evening after I shut the door and closed down the tamper keeping the room cozy. It was already warming up in the room with my half naked body no longer shivering and welcoming the heat from the tiny stove.
There was a soft knocking on my door and I knew it was my grandfather checking up on me to see if I was alright because of the storm. “Yeah, I’m up PopPop.” I announced as I saw the door slowly swinging open and my room lighting up even more.
My gaze shifted towards my now open doorway. My grandfather was standing on the top landing with a lantern in his hand which set off a soft warm glow inside the small cramped space. He was a tall man so had to stoop over slightly to accommodate his frame. For a man well into his seventies he still looked pretty robust and healthy. He spotted me by the stove and a pleasant smile spread across his features.
“Ah yes, Latham, I just figured I’d check up on you since it is getting pretty rowdy out there.” He teased as his steel blue eyes scrutinized me closely and his eyebrows furrowed out of concern. “Are you alright?” He asked with me smiling back and nodding.
“Yeah PopPop it’s all good.” I assured him using the endearing term that sort of came into being one time a while back.
Calling him gramps, grandpa, grandfather, or any of those other things never seemed right for the man. It didn’t suit him, and one day PopPop stumbled out of my mouth and it suddenly seemed to fit. It’s what I called him from then on, that or Pops, as I grinned trying to explain.
“I should have banked the fire with a thicker log before I went to bed. It’s just earlier in the day it had been so nice outside and it’s actually been warm for a change during this time of year. I guess I should have known better.” I snorted because it’s been unusually warm for this region at this time of year with it actually being in the upper sixties to low seventies for over a week not only where we lived, but out here as well.
The man continued to pause and his eyes appeared to study my near naked body. I wasn’t sure if it was because of his concern over me, or if it was because he was scrutinizing some of the changes my body’s gone through lately. Having turned thirteen years old last month my body seemed to have chosen now to jump into overdrive. It’s like so much has changed in just the last couple of months. I’ve grown an inch or two taller and didn’t look so gangly anymore with my body filling out some. I was still sort of lanky though, but with a strong wiry kind of look and more filled out in a broader sense typical of teenagers my age.
The other day while getting changed after gym class I jumped on the scale to weigh myself and also to check out how much taller I had gotten. The scale indicated I had gained a couple of pounds weighing in at a hundred pounds and I indeed had grown a couple of inches topping out at five feet two inches. Size wise I was pretty average for a boy my age and as I had glanced around was very thankful I wasn’t like one of those flabby kids who refused to get off their ass and sweat a little.
Most of the kids in school who were a bit on the chunky side were that way because they were too lazy to get up and move around with their noses constantly buried in some sort of video game or on the computer. I kind of felt bad for some of them because in my opinion they were really missing out on a lot of fun. Kids; especially boys, weren’t meant to be cooped up inside all day, and were designed to be outside climbing trees, being rowdy, and getting into all sorts of innocent trouble.
I’ve also noticed my facial features getting that more mature chiseled look. Lately all these changes sure managed to have caught the attention from the girls at my school. These days I’ve been getting the nagging feeling like I was always being checked out, and have even noticed the shy glances shot my way by some of the girls. The other day while walking to my locker, I heard one girl comment to her friend how my green eyes were so dreamy when you looked at them. She also told her friend she wanted to run her fingers through my thick wavy layered hair and how the color reminded her of truffles with lighter highlights of golden brown sugar. Only girls could make such dreamy like comparisons. Where do they manage to come up with some of these things I had wondered?
Of course it sort of embarrassed me while at the same time was kind of flattering. It did make me feel uncomfortable though because I had a girlfriend. Well, I guess you could say technically I had a girl friend since it was more casual than anything else. We really haven’t done anything together, and it’s kind of hard to be dating when you are only twelve or thirteen years old because a guy can’t get around without a driver’s license. It didn’t help that the two of us didn’t live close to one another in our small city so getting together was often a challenge even with a bike.
Reaching over towards the small pile of split and stacked wood I grabbed a couple of them and used one to close the small hatch on the pot belly wood stove before tapping the handle feeling the latch sealing it shut. Tossing the pieces back on to the pile I stood up closing down the tamper on the flume in the process and without really realizing it reached down to adjust myself as well. It was just one of those natural types of things typical for guys, but it did draw my Grandfather’s attention with his eyes naturally sliding down for a moment because of the movement.
It wasn’t as if he’s never seen me naked or anything before, or seen other boys naked. He was a doctor after all, but the thought suddenly occurred to me it’s been a while since he’s actually seen me completely naked, not since this past summer. There’s been some changes happening to me the last couple of months down below with things filling out and maturing a tad between my legs leaving me with a bit of a larger bulge now in my snug fitting briefs. I suppose it was this that seemed to catch my grandfather’s attention with his eyes lingering for a second or two longer before they flittered away and he once more gazed into my face with a neutral look on his features.
Still, his protracted gaze on my package made me blush a tad, even if I wasn’t all that self conscious about him seeing me naked. Living in the same house it is natural that we’ve both seen each other naked a time or two so I never really thought much about such things. I even used to walk around the house naked at times and it wasn’t unusual for me to lounge on the sofa in nothing but my underwear while watching movies and shows on the television set in the living room. Lately though it seems as if I’ve stopped those sorts of things.
Now when I thought about it I realized this hadn’t really been a conscious decision, just something that’s sort of naturally taken place as I began to mature more. Its one thing as a little boy to be walking around butt naked or in your underwear, but as a boy began to mature he naturally began to cover up more and not flaunt his goods around for public display, even at home. It wasn’t the idea of my grandfather seeing me naked, but rather simply a natural progression as a boy matured.
My grandfather sighed and gestured towards my nether regions. “Looks like we need to go do some clothes shopping again for you here real soon before you bust out of those briefs.” He chuckled while I blushed a bit and shrugged my shoulders in the typical non-committal fashion only a teenager can pull off. “Maybe it’s time for you to try something different than briefs now that you are maturing. We’ll pick up some different styles of underwear for you to wear and you can see what is more comfortable.” He added without making such a big fuss over what we both knew was puberty finally kicking into high gear for me.
It’s something I really appreciated about my grandfather. He never made a real big issue over the whole sex and puberty thing. As a doctor he’s talked plenty of times about such things with me when the topic seemed to come up in natural ways. We’ve sort of had “the bird and the bees” discussion over the years, but it never really felt like “the talk.” Our talks had taken place in a more neutral kind of way over the years. He had a way of being technical about those sorts of discussions while also balancing it out in a more ordinary kind of way so I understood things on my own age level. He never talked down to me either, which somehow made me feel more included in the conversations. By now we had already covered most everything including aspects of puberty like body hair, penis size, testicles dropping, masturbation, orgasms, and ejaculations. We’ve even touched lightly on topics such as relationships and sex with others.
As I thought about it I don’t even know exactly when all of this had taken place. With most kids their dad or whoever would sit down with them and do it all in like one session, which to me seemed like that sort of approach would be a bit embarrassing for all concerned. Then there were those kids who never even had any conversation whatsoever with their folks and seemed to rely on what they see on television shows, movies, their computers, and friends; which I thought was most definitely not a good way to find out about some of these things since I began to realize a majority of this sort of information from those types of sources was bogus.
It made me begin to appreciate now how my grandfather had sort of approached this sort of thing in stages and by way of regular normal forms of conversations than simply a type of lecture. I began to realize how he had done all of this throughout the years when the opportunity presented itself.
These conversations seemed to take place during simple things like a sex scene in a movie and even that nudist march in town a few years back. When the occasion arose he would simply strike up a casual conversation about it. Then last year when I had to take “the physical” for school so I could participate in sports he simply pointed out how this exam was now different because boys were beginning to enter puberty.
In technical terms he described the process of the physical I would have to undergo, which naturally led to us talking about puberty and how boys are beginning to change in various ways. It wasn’t the first time we had talked about this subject, but each time he seemed to add a bit more into the discussion. Of course some things I already knew, but it was refreshing for him to reinforce this knowledge in a reassuring kind of way.
These chats never felt forced, and he always made it possible for me to actually engage with our conversations. They were so casual I even asked questions, which I imagined were probably embarrassing for many of my friends to have asked about with their own parents. In a way I suppose my grandfather had made this whole topic about sex into something that was the same like when we talked about other things happening all around us. He was a very deep intellectual type of person and was always chatting to me about life in general.
“Anyway,” my grandfather continued bringing me out of my reflections as I reached up and absentmindedly ran my finger around one of the old scars on my chest, a sort of subtle nervous tick I’ve developed a few years back. “I’ve noticed you’ve gotten a bit taller and filled out more as well. Yes, maybe a shopping trip when we get back home. What do you think?” He asked smiling reassuringly while I nodded in agreement.
It’s been a while since we’ve gone clothes shopping and I’ve noticed how some of my clothes were looking and feeling a bit snug on me. When I glanced down it became obviously clear that I really was just about ready to bust through the seams on my boy’s briefs. They were a tad snug on me as if a size or so too small, which I reckoned most definitely meant it was a good time to do some clothes shopping. I had never really considered different underwear though, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try different ones out. I’ve noticed more and more of the boys my age in school having switched to bulky boxers or those boxer briefs that fit snuggly around their thighs.
“Yeah sure sounds cool Pops.” I shrugged my shoulders in the typical ambiguous teenaged way while making my way over towards my small bed, which was more just a mattress on top of a wooden frame my grandfather had built noticing PopPop roll his eyes and chuckle at my typical non-committal teenaged response.
Sitting down on my bed I had to admire my grandfather’s ingenuity. Since the room was so small he had actually built two rows of three drawers in the wooden frame beneath my bed so I could store my clothes and other items while staying at the cabin. They mostly held my clothes, much of which I left behind when we went back home to the city so I didn’t have to cart so much back and forth with me clothes wise. Now though some were getting a bit small on me with some still from a couple of years ago. I suppose at some point I will have to finally get rid of my older clothing which no longer fit so I could make room for new ones.
There was also a second small bed in the room for when I had a friend over, but that one had hinges on it allowing the frame and mattress to fold flat against one of the other walls. Mine was slightly smaller than a single, but the fold out bed was even smaller. It was perfectly fine though for when I had friends over and despite the two beds being a bit cramped I had to admit they were rather comfy.
My grandfather’s eyes continued to scrutinize me as I crawled under the covers. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked his steel gray eyes gazing into mine and looking a bit concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine PopPop. It’s only a thunderstorm and it’s already heading away from us.” I assured him.
“That’s not what I meant.” He began lingering in the small doorway which forced him to stoop his six foot one frame over a bit so he wouldn’t bump his head.
He started to say something more, but then shrugged his shoulders and gave me a pleasant smile. “Alright then Latham…good night. Love you.”
“Love you more Pops.” I replied in what’s become a sort of tradition between the two of us as I snuggled up under the covers no longer cold since the room had completely warmed up now.
My grandfather shut the heavy door quietly behind him, the room plunging back into complete darkness. Rolling over on to my side I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. I tossed and turned for a while unable to fall sleep with the nightmare still lingering in my thoughts. Sighing I rolled on to my back with my hand automatically dipping beneath the snug waistband of my boy’s briefs as I absentmindedly began to piddle my fiddle.
A little over a year ago, just slightly before my twelve birthday, I discovered the joys of masturbation. I was much smaller back then down there, still having that pre-pubescent boy penis and nuggets, and used my two fingers and thumb to bring me to that wondrous sensation of rapture. I was shooting blanks as well back then my little cherry sized nuggets in my tight pouch contracting upwards with each dry cum orgasmic pulse.
Now though when I jacked off I was able to use my entire fist with all of my fingers curled around my cut erection sending those blissful like electrical currents throughout my body, but especially more intense around my goods. A few months back, right about the time things began to change for me between my legs I noticed my first real wet orgasm. It started out as a clear liquid beading up at the crown end of my mushroom shaped knob. These days my penis managed to spit out a few drops which tended to splatter against my stomach and chest when my snub nosed pistol recoiled shooting off its rounds. It really wasn’t a lot; just a small drop or two and I didn’t even need to bother cleaning myself up afterwards simply rubbing it into my skin. It would leave a little sticky spot on my skin, but nothing even noticeable.
Lately I’ve been comparing myself with some of the other boys in my gym class when we took showers. I figured mine was fairly average compared to many of the other guys now that puberty has caught up with me. Of course some boys my age where bigger and some smaller. At first I thought I was a late bloomer because many of my classmates already had some pubes down there with their balls having dropped at the beginning of the school year or in some cases at the end of the previous school year.
Mine only recently dropped down and I now had a few light strands of pubes starting to sprout around the base of my shaft and pubic mound. There were still a couple of kids in my class who were hairless and kind of small down there, so I guess I wasn’t too far behind the curve, not that it had really upset me or anything. The talks I’ve had with grandfather made me comfortable enough to know that we all developed at our own pace. Of course I was still a boy so naturally deep down wanted a huge cock with a full bush of hair as soon as possible.
It was silly to want something like this and I knew it, but still a boy is a boy in the end, and we all want a nice big fat one to brag about. I had to laugh though at how some of my friends always bragged about their goods and how huge they were down there when we all knew the other guy was full of shit. I mean for real, it isn’t as if we can’t see one another when we have to take showers.
Still, even I would get caught up in the game and recently measured myself which I’ve never had considered doing before when I was younger. I suppose those sorts of things never enter a kids mind until a certain age. There were those times when I was younger where I had played that typical I’ll show you mine if you show me yours game. It was just a game though and back then I really never paid much attention to the other boy’s actual size because like with all boys at that age it was more about curiosity than anything else, along with the excitement of the moment doing something a bit naughty.
So last week after I had measured my height and weight I had also measured my penis when I got home from school. I had stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and put my ruler against my soft penis and it measured right around four inches long, which I thought was rather large for a boy who just turned thirteen. Getting excited I began to stroke my sprout watching as it plumped up thicker and stiffened before taking the ruler to it as well. To my disappointment it only measure four and a half inches. I thought it would have been bigger than that considering it was four inches long when I was soft, but it did seem to have fattened up pretty good. As I thought about it I guess it was pretty average for a boy my age so I couldn’t complain.
I’ve seen some of the boys at school pop a hard one now and then for no reason. So I sort of had an idea of what was pretty typical at our age for a stiffie and I suppose mine would be considered pretty average. I began to giggle at those memories because it is kind of embarrassing when it happens out of the blue. Of course when it happened to one of us we did what all boys do when we spring one and hide it as best as possible. Sometimes there’s simply no way to conceal it; especially, right in the middle of a shower. So all a guy could do then was to try and turn away while stepping closer to the wall.
For the most part no one really said anything to someone when it happened because everyone knew we’d spring one now and then as well. There were times though that some friendly teasing about it would happen out of the blue. Hell, that sort of thing was only natural since such shenanigans are just in a boy’s genes. Being a boy sometimes such behavior just couldn’t be contained as we all roared in good natured laughter about it. The teasing wasn’t really done to be hurtful, but more to address the embarrassment of the moment and the nervous energy in us about such things.
After all our hormones were raging in our tiny bodies and the damn things seemed to have a mind of their own as I noticed mine getting hard at the moment as well since I was groping myself. It didn’t help that I was thinking about all those naked boys in my class taking a shower. I even thought some of them were kind of cute and for some odd reason lately I even thought it might be kind of cool to mess around with some of them, just to see what it would feel like. Those thoughts did bother me some, but my horny state usually overrode any of my concerns.
Now that my mind was turned towards sex I decided to do something about it; especially, since I was having trouble getting back to sleep. Tossing aside my blanket, I lifted up my hips and pulled off my underwear letting it drop to the floor and releasing my stiff monster to the elements. I always enjoyed how it felt to be naked in bed and it wasn’t unusual for me to sleep in nothing but my birthday suit anymore. I never really had to worry about my grandfather barging in on me since it was an unspoken rule to always knock and wait for a response from the other person. I suppose PopPop pretty much knew what I was doing to occupy some of my time when alone in my room, but I tried never to think much on it because…, well let’s face it no boy wants to think their parents or grandparents knew they were doing the naughty at night in bed, during showers, or any other free time when there was that urge to take care of business.
These days it wasn’t unusual for me to diddle my piddle whenever possible. I made sure to clean my pipes on a regular basis, most days doing it five or six times from the time I woke up in the morning and before falling asleep at night. Even then it never seemed enough, but it did manage to tamp down the unruliness of my amped up monkey which always danced around inside of my pants.
It was nice and toasty warm in the room now as I reached down between my legs and fisted my hefty erection with my right hand. It was completely dark in my room and I could hardly make out anything, but for this activity I didn’t need to see to know what to do. Now that I was committed I was horny as hell, feeling my bulky four and a half inch erection twitch around excitedly in my fingers. My left hand reached down as well and cupped my table tennis sized testicles in my boy pouch which had sagged a bit under the warm covers. Usually they hugged snuggly to my body in a nice rounded mold about the size of a lacrosse ball. Lately though I’ve noticed how they would now hang down slightly while taking a warm shower or after getting up first thing in the morning from under the toasty comforters.
My thoughts flittered towards my girlfriend with her long honey colored hair, brown eyes, and petite figure. The other day at school we stole a calm moment in a secluded spot as we leaned in to one another and kissed. I loved how she tasted and smelled, her light airy perfume tickling my nose and senses. Many girls dolled themselves up too much in my opinion, but Sienna never did, keeping it simple and plain for the most part. She had a natural beauty so typically only used lip gloss, a touch of perfume, and a light application of make-up which I didn’t think she really needed at all. She was a girl though and so it was what they naturally did just by tradition I suppose. At least she had the sense of using it sparingly and only enough to show off her natural beauty.
While our kiss lingered her hand had slipped between my legs rubbing up along my crotch and fondling my goods through my jeans. It had caught me by surprise because it was the first time she had done anything remotely sexual other than the two of us kissing. My little soldier had immediately inflated pressing up against the confines of my restricting jeans. It had been only a fleeting grope, but enough to get my juices flowing with hormonal teenaged lust now taking hold over me.
When I reached up towards Sienna’s small perky breasts to get a little feel of my own she had stopped me pushing away my hand, which was a bit frustrating considering she had just gotten a feel of my goods. When our lips separated she released me and blushed turning away, but not before I detected a little grin as if she had been pleased by what I had down there. I suppose it was more about curiosity for her than anything else because it had just been a fleeting moment over before it had truly begun. Still for a boy such things are very frustrating leaving me with blue balls which I had to take care of in the privacy of a stall in the boy’s bathroom.
The image of my moment with Sienna lasted only a second or two before suddenly shifting once more to thoughts of my classmates in the gym locker room. I tried to force my fantasy back to my girlfriend, but they wavered and one of my classmates seemed to form firmly within my fantasies while I slowly stroked my fist along the length and girth of my rigid piston feeling the familiar sexual sensation rapidly bubbling up to the surface. It wouldn’t take me long to bust a nut, but it rarely did anyway, so I stopped stroking myself for a few moments simply enjoying the sensation of fingering the crown of my mushroom shaped knob.
My thoughts immediately wrapped around the image of Joseph, or rather Joe as he liked to be called; a smaller shy kid in my P.E. class from just yesterday, our last day of classes before Easter break. Right after class many of us were forced to change lockers because it was announced that when we came back after school break they would be starting to tear out the older section of lockers replacing them with new ones. We had to choose a new one and on the way out tell our gym teacher the new locker number so he could record them.
My mind now focused on the image from many of my classmates scrambling for an empty locker. It was a bit crowded now in all the aisles with most of the guys choosing the first couple of rows in the main section. It was a tangled mess of sweaty bodies while everyone tried to get settled into their new locations so I decided to move towards the small section off in the back and to the side. It was kind of an oddball location with only one small row of lockers off in a separate part of the large room away from the main section, but it was a section not being touched with the renovations.
Nobody was scrambling to get into a locker back there because it was pretty narrow with hardly any wriggle room. Since it was the last row the bench which ran the length of the row was more off towards the empty wall with only a narrow space wide enough so you could still straddle the bench if you wanted to while also allowing just enough space between it and the lockers so you could take a seat facing them. In all the other rows the bench ran down the middle with lockers on both sides and a fairly wide walkway on either side. Even though the bench in the last row was closer towards the wall it still had a much narrower path between it and the lockers than the other rows. When you sat down your knees where practically rubbing up against the lockers. To me it didn’t much matter one way or the other since I figured it was going to be more crowded in the other aisles anyway so not much wriggle room once everyone got settled into those lockers.
Tossing my stuff into one of the many empty lockers I quickly undressed, wrapped a towel around my waist, and started for the showers chuckling at all the other guys tripping over one another while they too made their way over towards the large room with all the shower heads lining the walls. As always there was plenty of jostling and joking around with one another as we all quickly rinsed off and one by one made our way back to our lockers. It was then when I really took notice of the small petite boy for the first time. I’ve seen him around and knew him, but he wasn’t one of the guys I normally hung around with or who necessarily was a friend in that sense.
It must have caught him by surprise when I came around the corner because he nearly jumped out of his skin when I literally squeezed past him to get to my locker with nothing but the damp towel wrapped around my waist. He must have just scooted out of his underwear because he was sitting there naked on top of his towel and immediately covered himself up with the loose end and quickly looking away his cheeks blushing at having been caught sitting there completely exposed and naked in front of someone else. No one ever used the lockers in this part of the room so I suppose he had gotten used to the privacy. Hell, I never really had even taken notice of him before in the locker room.
When I glanced over towards him he was still blushing and I thought he looked kind of cute. I had actually gotten a good look at his naked body while he was sitting there because he hadn’t seen me until I was scooting past him to get to my locker. He was one of the younger kids in our class and a bit on the small side. I figured he was a good three or four inches smaller than me and about ten or fifteen pounds lighter. He seemed friendly enough, but tended to be shy around others making me wonder if this was because he was at least six months younger than most of us or simply if it was a part of his nature.
Whatever the reason as I had walked down the isle and taken in his naked body, I thought the guy looked kind of cute. The twelve year old boy was petite and slender with long thin arms and legs. When I scooted past him and he blushed I thought it was kind of cute on his soft boyish rectangular shaped face and rosy highlighted cheeks. I could tell he was a bit nervous; especially, when I dropped the towel draping it over the side of the bench my boy goods on display with them hanging a bit loosely between my legs because of the hot shower. I noticed him glancing my way before once more turning away almost as if he was afraid of getting caught looking. When he turned his head away I noticed the cute small mole on his left temple which for some odd reason sent a tingling sensation along my body.
He really was cute I had thought to myself glancing his way and trying to take in more of his features. He began to nervously try getting his things together as if he were waiting for me to leave so he could hop in the shower. When he glanced my way our eyes connected for a moment and I noticed the deep cobalt blue shades of his eyes with striations of yellow and steel blue adding depth to his gaze. Our gaze seemed to linger for a few seconds longer allowing me more time to truly look at him for the first time.
The younger boy had dark brown hair with lighter highlights in shades of cinnamon sticks cropped short over his cute round ears and parted on the left side keeping it off his forehead. Why I even thought of cinnamon sticks was beyond me making me think that perhaps it wasn’t only a girl thing after all as I continued to size him up.
His eyebrows were thick and matched the same color as his hair, which complimented the deep blue color of his eyes. He had a smooth complexion with maybe one or two pimples which were barely noticeable on his pleasant features. The only marring on his otherwise soft features were the two small scars; one small line next to his left eyebrow just above the bridge of his nose, and one about an inch higher and a tad to the right which looked hollowed out about the size from the end of a pencil eraser. He had a straight small sized nose with a small mouth and straight smile which he flashed towards me nervously with both of us now glancing away a bit embarrassed by how we were staring at one another.
Turning my attention to my clothes I quickly slipped into them feeling his eyes glancing my way several times as if checking me out which kind of flattered me. It was difficult for me not to pop a stiffie with him sitting there trying to be discreet about the way he was scrutinizing my body. When I glanced back towards him a time or two his eyes always flittered away and he blushed as he tried to be subtle about covering up his crotch area with his arms and hands while pretending to be busy with something else. I couldn’t be sure, but it seemed as if he might have popped a stiffie while sitting there and checking me out.
The poor guy looked nervous just sitting there awkwardly not knowing exactly how to handle this new situation. It was then I began to realize he was waiting for me to finish before he took his own shower. As I thought about it I had never even seen him in the showers making me wonder if he always waited until everyone else was finished. I suppose he was probably embarrassed because most of us were already at a stage in our development where puberty had begun to make changes on our bodies.
Joey on the other hand still hadn’t caught up to the rest of us and it really wasn’t his fault considering he was at least six months younger or more than most the rest of us. When I had rounded the corner and saw him sitting there completely naked I could see he didn’t have any pubes and his goods was still like the size of a pre-pubescent kid. Not that it was really puny or anything, well maybe he was a little small down there even for his age, but for the most part I felt it was more him not having developed yet. Actually I thought he had looked kind of sexy hot down there, and when he had covered himself up I had been a bit disappointed about it.
Now that I knew he was waiting for me to leave I finished up quickly and picked up my stuff. “Later Joey,” I nodded my head and squeezed past him not wanting the boy to get into trouble about not taking a shower.
The school had a very strict policy in regards to hygiene, which in this day and age was not typical of most other schools because they tended to cow down to the inhibitions of parents and the so called sensibilities of their kids if exposed to the nudity of others their own age. At our school to keep the hygiene policy imposed there would be periodic inspections on a regular basis in various ways. Sometimes the gym instructor accompanied by two other adults entered the locker room making sure all the boys were getting undressed and jumping into the showers. In the main room most of us always moved around with a towel around our waist and removed them in the small dry area just outside the actual shower room so it wasn’t as if they were looking at us naked, but it did allow them to notice if anyone was trying to skip out of a shower.
At other times we would have to turn in our wet towels to them for inspection while they also checked our hair to make sure it was wet indicating a shower. Then there was the small towel room where instead of leaving a stack of towels on the ledge of the little room next to the showers they actually manned them checking off our names as we picked up the towels on the way into the change room and then when we entered the shower area with the towels wrapped around our waist. The way the room was situated they couldn’t actually see into the shower room itself, but could see us entering and leaving. Of course there were ways around these sorts of inspections, but none of the boys wanted to take the chance of actually getting caught not taking a shower because of the consequences.
A boy’s first offense was a warning accompanied by a few lost points towards their phys-ed grade. A second offense was a loss of more points plus a visit to the nurse’s office where a very embarrassing lecture ensued concerning hygiene, puberty, and sex with the female nurse who must have been like a hundred years old. It was embarrassing to have to be forced to talk about why a boy didn’t want to expose his goods and take a shower to a nurse who could be your great-grandmother for pete’s sake. The third offense was even worse because a boy’s mother was then called in and all three would have the same discussion and let’s face it no boy wants to have to talk about certain things in front of their mothers. For those who didn’t have a mother it was their father or other legal guardian. Still, all in all, no one wanted this so it was rare where one of us kids wouldn’t take a shower.
“Huh, oh yeah…um…later Latham.” I heard him reply a bit shyly and also as if he were shocked I even knew his name.
Now in the cozy warm room inside the dark cabin a small grin spread over my features as I brought up the image of Joey sitting there completely naked when I had rounded the corner. He had been completely oblivious of my approach so I was able to get a good look at what he was packing between his legs. My fist tightened it’s grip on my fatty and I now began to stroke my twitching erection with purpose feeling the tingling sensations begin to rise up inside of me.
The more I thought about it the more I enjoyed how Joey looked sitting on that bench completely naked. The boy had no hairs along his porcelain smooth pubic mound with a smallish pre-pubescent like cut penis sticking out away from his body and only about as thick around as my thumb. His sleek bullet shaped nub was bigger than his shaft by at least two thirds, and combined I figured his penis to be only about two and a quarter inches long. Even his boy purse was kind of smallish, but oddly enough they hung loosely between his legs.
It was weird how such a small sack could actually dangle freely between a boy’s legs, but his did as I watched his legs spread open and closed in an almost nervous kind of way with him oblivious to the fact that someone else was watching him, his boy bobbles bouncing around freely. I had to stifle a giggle when I approached the younger boy because his cherry sized testicles were getting squashed in the process every time the boy’s thighs squeezed closed.
My fingers were pumping along my blood engorged shaft now while my other hand kneaded my boy truffles. The image of the smaller boy’s little worm and dangling sugar cubes bouncing around in my memories were finally too much. Without warning my body suddenly seized up as the intensity of an orgasm ripped through my insides leaving me panting in surprise with the abruptness of the event. This was fast even for me because it had happened in all of about five seconds as I felt the familiar wetness of my ejaculate when small droplets landed on my stomach and chest. The tingling sensation of wholesome goodness lasted several long seconds with my toes curling and Joey’s nakedness swimming around in my imagination. Then this too was all over leaving me spent, but in a good robust sort of way while I panted for air and released my now limp noodle from my grip.
It was dark in the room so I couldn’t see anything, but I could tell some of my soupy boy goop had oozed along the back of my hand. I lifted it up to my nose and took a whiff finding the scent a bit odd, but not in a bad sort of way, just indescribable since I couldn’t really compare it with anything. I’ve never done this before, but lately I’ve become curious about a lot of things regarding my orgasms.
Even now I began to wonder if it didn’t smell all that bad then it probably didn’t taste bad either. I’ve heard some of the guys talking about when they got a blowjob from their girlfriends how the girls would swallow their juice. Of course I never knew if I should believe them or not since I figured probably ninety percent if not more were lying about getting a blow job in the first place. I didn’t really know what to think since this was a topic my grandfather and I had never discussed. I wasn’t even sure if a person would get sick from swallowing another guy’s spunk, but when I thought about it I supposed it made sense that they wouldn’t because there was so much talk about it not to mention I’ve read some stuff on it as well. Still as I took another sniff I ended up chickening out in the end because I just wasn’t sure I was ready to give it a taste. Somehow here in the dark room where I couldn’t see anything it made it seem a bit more risky, even though I knew it was a silly thing to think.
Sighing and accepting my decision I rubbed the small amount of slippery substance from my hand onto my thighs. I then took the time to find the other small droplets along my chest and stomach rubbing those in as well before pulling the covers back over my naked body. The image of Joey sitting on the bench completely naked once more flittered through my memories and I wondered how things would work out once I got back home.
I didn’t know much about Joey, but now I began to think it might be kind of nice having him as a friend. He seemed like a nice enough type of guy even though he was a bit reserved and shy. He didn’t appear to have a lot of friends, but from what I could tell the ones he did have seemed sincere enough. I don’t know why we’ve never really struck up a friendship before, but with us having lockers in the same row at the very least we could strike up a casual conversation from time to time with one another. Other than the P.E. class I had him in one other subject. Well, other than the school choir we both attended.
With all my pent up nervous energy finally spent I yawned and found myself slowly drifting away to the thoughts and images of Joey in the back of my mind. My earlier nightmare no longer had a firm grip on my conscious thoughts, fading off into a distant memory with my recent orgasm seemingly expelling it from the gnawing clutches of my nerves as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to nod off.
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End of Chapter Two: Nightmares & Dreams
Coming soon Chapter Three: Cabin Fever
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