Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 03
Cabin Fever
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EXCERPT FROM NIGHTMARES & DREAMS
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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CABIN FEVER
It was the steady pattering of rain against the cabin which finally managed to slowly rouse me from my sleep. The steady drumming against the thick log walls of my room had continued throughout the night helping to lull me into a deeper state of slumber, but now it seemed to wear away its welcoming drone and wheedle its way into my sensuous dreams. They were such wonderful dreams mostly filled with images of Joey as I ran my hands all up and down his body in the school gym showers. His small yet very stiff penis had felt very real in my fingers as I slowly opened my eyes to the bleak grayness of morning light filtering through the small window in my room. It would be another dreary day with the last wispy dreamy images of Joey’s sexy naked body wrapped up in my arms flittering away leaving me momentarily disoriented and a bit disappointed it hadn’t been real.
My own four and a half inch erection seemed to pulse with the aftereffects of the dream as I stretched running my hand along my taut stomach feeling the tingling sensation before dipping it between my legs to give my rigid shaft a squeeze since I had to take a piss. To my surprise it was all slicked up so I lifted up the covers and gazed down a bit puzzled. Running my finger and thumb over my flared out knob I lifted them up to my nose and took a sniff. It smelled like the stuff I squirted when I had an orgasm and was kind of slippery making me wonder if this was pre-cum.
This was a first for me as I took a closer look wondering if maybe I just had a wet dream. I’ve never had one of those before because I pretty much took care of my tanks on a regular basis; especially, right before going to bed. Even though I still didn’t squirt much yet I could tell right away that it couldn’t have been a wet dream because there wasn’t all that much there, just along the crown of my glans. So it made me wonder if my dreaming about Joey in a sexual way had stimulated me to the point of oozing pre-cum. I’ve heard how guys tend to do that sort of thing while messing around and getting sexually charged up, but it’s never happened to me before so in a way this was kind of exciting while also a bit disturbing because of the type of dream I just had involving another boy.
I’ve never dreamed about another boy in a sexual way before, at least not that I recalled. Recently I’ve been having kind of naughty thoughts in regards to boys, but my slumbering sexual fantasies have always involved girls, and lately mostly Sienna. Now though I began to recall things about last night since the dreams stuck with me and they had mostly been of me and Joey doing a lot of naughty things together. I felt my penis twitch with my testicles jolting upwards in response to my memories with some more of the clear liquid like substance oozing out from the tip of my little boy slit which captured my curiosity. It made me quiver excitedly at this new development to my sexual arousal as I ran my thumb over the slippery substance, stimulating my touchy erection and making me twitch in surprise because I hadn’t been ready for it to be so sensitive.
It was still warm in my room indicating that the large log I had set inside the small pot belly stove was probably still smoldering. As if to confirm my suspicions there was a small popping noise from the slow burning wood, the only other sound in an otherwise silent morning; except for the tapping noise of the drizzling rain which continued its wet downpour on to our humble abode. I didn’t hear any other noise so was fairly certain my grandfather was still fast asleep as my fingers continued to fiddle around with my stiffie making me quiver because it felt so damn good.
Cocking my head to the side I made sure there wasn’t any noise coming from the other room. Not that it would really matter because the door separating my room from the main cabin was pretty thick and would basically mute any sounds coming from my side as I propped myself further up on to my pillow. Tossing aside my blanket I gazed down at my naked body rather pleased with what I saw. I had a firm stomach with a nice sized erection which currently seemed obscenely red making me wonder if it was because my fantasy of Joey had me all worked up.
While my right hand continued to fiddle around with my stiff yet rubbery like teenaged twig I began to run my left hand all up and down my stomach feeling the sensuous tingling sensations beginning to bubble up to the surface. It’s become routine for me to jack off first thing in the morning. Sometimes I didn’t get a chance when I was running late for school, but most mornings I began my day getting my rocks off which seemed to help set the tone for the rest of the day.
With puberty having taken a firm hold I was thinking how pleased I was with the results on my body as of late while I now ran my left hand over my flat stomach and on top of my mostly blank slate. There were a few small wispy like traces of dirty blonde filaments right around the base of my nice plump blood engorged shaft that couldn’t be really considered a bush yet, but also not far off making me smile a bit pleased regarding this most recent development.
It never took me long to blow a gasket first thing in the morning, or ever if I were truthful about it, so I continued to simply pinch the tip of my glans while my left hand now dipped down further cupping my ping pong sized nards in the palm of my hand. My fleshy purse felt soft and hung down slightly between my legs this morning. Usually they hugged my body, but like this morning, every once in a while they actually dangled a bit. Rolling the two oval shaped little truffles between my fingers they felt heavy today as if waiting to be milked making me wonder if my sexy dreams about Joey was a contributing factor to them feeling so big and weighty this morning..
About two weeks back on one of those mornings where my ball sack was soft and dangled like today, I noticed that my left nut was lower than my right one. It had me a bit frightened; especially, when I took a closer look and feel realizing that my left nugget was slightly bigger than my right one. I was going to talk to Pops about it fearing there might be something wrong, but then when I took a shower at school after my P.E. class I took a closer look around focusing on some of my classmates’ giggle berries. I began to notice that a few of them seemed to have the same issue.
Everyone was different of course with some of my school buddies having a tight nut sack while some had soft dangling ones. Of course the boys with a tight nut sack you couldn’t tell if one of theirs hung down lower or not, but on the other boys where they sagged down you could kind of tell. At first I hadn’t been sure about it because it was difficult trying to not be obvious about my overt scrutiny until I noticed one guy who was thin as a rail with one of those really droopy coin purses. Well on him it was clearly obvious how on one side it hung lower than the other one. Of course I had never really paid attention to such a thing so wouldn’t have realized it, but I was actually looking for it and a big sense of relief had flooded my insides at the revelation.
When I got home I had immediately popped on to the computer and did a quick search on the issue which only confirmed that in some boys during puberty one testicle would drop lower than the other side. From what I read this would usually happen on a boy’s left testicle. I could care less about the technical reasons and had shut it off once I found out it was normal for my left nut to hang lower on me.
Now with my thoughts shifting back to Joey I watched completely enthralled while my fist slowly began to stroke my plump rigid blood engorged erection. My knob was completely purple now with my shaft having that raw pinkish look to it as Joey’s sweet little prepubescent like package began to firmly form in my imagination. He had the cutest little cut penis about the length and thickness of my thumb, maybe smaller, and I loved how his small pouch and cherry sized testicles dangled freely between his legs. It amazed me that something so small could actually hang loose in a soft purse, but it looked adorably sweet on his handsome boyish features. It made me wonder how he would look when puberty began to take hold of him as well.
That’s as far as I got because suddenly I felt my penis lurching around in my fingers with my eyes bulging mirthfully when I noticed my nards jolting upwards up against my pounding fist. If I wouldn’t have been caught up in the rush of my orgasm it would have been kind of comical, but my body stiffened up and I watched droplets of my wet smoothie come screaming out from the tip of my pee slit to spatter forcefully against my chin and chest.
“Oh, oh, uuuumph, uuumph, uuuumph.” I croaked out hoarsely when my body stiffened in reaction to my orgasm and began relaxing for a split second before once more contracting. “Oh fuck me!” I groaned my body stiffening once more with a rapid second climax ramming into my system catching me by surprise.
This was another first for me because I’ve never experienced a second orgasm with my testicles once more lurching upwards, this time feeling a bit painful because it tried to squeeze out more of my boy batter unsuccessfully. “Oh gawd,” I moaned having stopped pounding my sensitive flesh and now curling up on to my side facing the wall trying to calm down because even though it felt totally awesome it also hurt, burned, and made me feel achy down there.
The entire event probably lasted all of five or six seconds, and it was in some ways kind of embarrassing because I was pretty sure most guys lasted way longer. I mean it wasn’t just the amount of time it took me to bust my nut, but the orgasm itself. From start to finish I’d have to say it hadn’t lasted more than ten seconds, maybe five or six seconds between starting to jack off before ejaculating and another three or four seconds for my orgasm from high to low. It felt totally awesome of course, but I was sure there had to be more to this whole sexing thing than just ten seconds worth.
It wasn’t like I was totally ignorant about puberty and sex, but I was still pretty unsure about so many things. Sure my grandfather had talked to me about a lot of stuff, but I was beginning to realize there was still so much I didn’t know about or understand. Deep down I knew with some of these things it was something I’d learn through experience. Still, this whole blowing a nut in a split second along with my fantasies about boys in general and Joey specifically, I was becoming a bit uneasy about some things. Exhaling softly, I rolled on to my back the achiness in my balls having gone away for now.
Lifting up my hand I noticed how the rim between my thumb and finger was coated with the clear like substance of my boy juice. Again I was captivated with the slimy like substance so I once more held it to my nose and sniffed. Like last night it had the same indefinable fragrance. It didn’t smell bad at all, but it was kind of unique, which left me debating whether or not I even wanted to give it a taste.
Now that I could actually see what I was doing curiosity seemed to win out today so I hesitantly stuck out my tongue and carefully flicked the tip of it along the edge of an area I thought was coated only slightly with my own boy juice. At first I thought maybe I had missed because I didn’t taste anything nasty and only experienced the tang of what I would describe as my skin, but then I realized I must have scooped up at least a little bit because my taste buds finally seemed to detect something unusual. Once more it was difficult for me to describe because it wasn’t anything I could actually compare it to.
Scrunching my face in thought I decided in a way it was almost sweet with maybe a bit of salty and tangy bitterness in a subtle kind of way. Other than this the other flavors I detected was unfamiliar territory for me so in the end I figured it wasn’t bad. I took a bigger swipe at it with my tongue to test things out further. Again, not good or bad in any defined way so I suppose it wasn’t a bad thing to swallow someone’s cream smoothie after all. Encouraged I actually swallowed what I had in my mouth feeling the slimy like goop ooze down my gullet forcing me to swallow several more times as if to force it down faster.
Shrugging my shoulders since it didn’t seem to make me want to puke or anything, I used the blanket to wipe the rest of the slimy mess from my hand and body. I ran the blanket between my legs to clean away some of the slickness on my now completely soft noodle and fleshy danglies before tossing it aside and getting up out of bed. I still had to take a piss, but at least I wouldn’t be running outside with a raging hard-on. I hated when I had to take a piss really bad while I was hard as a rock. It was always awkward trying to get a smooth flow when I’m bending my flag pole at such an obscene angle. Slipping into a fresh pair of boy’s briefs, which I noticed were a bit snug as well, I quickly finished getting dressed so I could take care of my other pressurized needs before my mini-me decided to get a mind of its own again and pop wood.
As predictable the constant deluge outside made for a rotten start to our spring break at the cabin. By the time mid-morning rolled around I was near my wits end with boredom. There were no computers, no television, no electronics of any kind, and I felt totally cut off from the world. I was a very active kind of kid so being cooped up all morning was starting to drive me nuts. I hate to say it, but it took all of one night for me to get cabin fever. My grandfather could see the tension building inside of me so tried to occupy me with some board games, but with it being only two people it wasn’t much fun.
It had rained all night long and continued into the early morning hours. Gazing outside now I noticed how it had lightened up a bit, no longer coming down in buckets. Instead, it was sort of a misty kind of drizzle that made the air all around you feel damp. It also looked a bit chilly outside this morning, the sunshine from the previous week all but obliterated fading off into a distant memory.
My grandfather exhaling noisily brought my focus back on to the monopoly board which was currently occupying our time. “Latham?” PopPop spoke up shaking his head with my eyes sliding towards his and noticing the small grin on his features because he could tell I was bored out of my mind.
“Yeah, it’s all good Pops.” I tried to reassure him while he leaned over and ruffled my natural medium brown hair the color of truffles with lighter highlights of golden brown sugar. Damn, I’m getting just as bad as those girls now, I thought to myself not able to get my mind off the comment I heard from one of them at school regarding my hair.
My grandfather laughed lightheartedly, his delicate soft hands patting my cheeks affectionately. It’s odd how doctors tended to have the most nimble fingers and softest of hands. He also had a very mirthful kind of laughter which came from deep inside of him and exuded a sort of jovial atmosphere all around him. It was an infectious laughter and I felt the corners of my own mouth begin to twitch upwards into a little giggle with us both chuckling at the situation.
Coming to a decision my grandfather planted his hands on the end of the table and stood up. “Alright, go grab the daypack and put your day hike gear into it. I’ll grab a couple of thermos bottles for you and fill them up with warm cocoa and hot broth.” He emphasized motioning me towards my room.
“B…but it’s raining outside.” I pointed out with him shrugging his shoulders.
“You’ve got your Gore-Tex outfit…use it before you grow completely out of them.” He teased with me shrugging my shoulders knowing he was right.
The Gore-Tex material was perfect for outdoors because it was completely wind and water proof while also breathable so you didn’t sweat in them. Last year PopPop bought the jacket and pants for me because he had finally relented in allowing me to hike along the many trails surrounding this wilderness area on my own. I suppose it made him feel happier if I had clothing that would protect me so well against the elements if I ever got caught out in a storm or maybe got lost.
It had taken some convincing on my part to persuade my grandfather in letting me go out on my own exploring. At the time I had pointed out to him I was twelve years old and responsible enough to be trekking out alone if I wanted. I was after all trained in survival skills since he had insisted I take the local classes over the years in case we ever got into a bad situation on one of our hikes. When my grandmother was still alive it would be the three of us going on these trips, and after she passed away it had then been only PopPop and myself romping through the forested trails all around the region. I pretty much knew every little nook and cranny of the area so it wasn’t as if I’d get lost or anything.
Usually I enjoyed taking the looping trail up north of us because it was a barely noticeable gradual climb, which then culminated in a beautiful view on a rise up at the very top of Cold Springs Lookout. There were several clearings along one of the side trails which veered off from the main path overlooking the endless expanses of trees and many of the smaller lakes all the way into Canada as it looped around before connecting back to the wide track finally taking me up to the top of Cold Springs Lookout.
The region itself was flat so having a high point like this close by made it even more special. I suppose it was probably the only real high ground in the area. It usually took two or three hours for me to complete the circuit depending on how much I goofed around and got sidetracked with other adventurous things which could only capture a boy’s imaginations.
Last year I got so caught up with watching a couple of beavers working on their lodge while they frolicked around patching their home with mud, segments of plants, rocks and sticks. It was a marvel of engineering, which had captured my attention for several hours as I sat on the banks of a small lake watching those rodents creating something brilliant. Of course it had sent my grandfather in a tizzy because I was several hours late getting back to the cabin; but hey, I was an active kid with an active imagination and didn’t pay much attention to the ticking of a clock. I mean what was the point in coming all the way out here in the middle of nowhere leaving behind all our electronics, phones, and gadgets if this didn’t include clocks as well.
It hadn’t taken me all that long to stuff the small daypack with some basics like a compass, a bottle of water and sack lunch, and finally the small emergency kit which contained all the essentials if I got into trouble and needed to set up a temporary camp for a day or two. Of course my grandfather also packed two small thermos bottles; one filled with chicken soup broth and the other with hot cocoa. In all my small daypack probably didn’t weigh more than fifteen pounds at most, not really heavy at all once slung over my back.
If anything did go wrong my emergency kit and Gore-Tex clothing would be enough to see me through any wet and cold nights. Thank goodness my grandfather had bought my Gore-Tex gear a size or so larger last year because with me having grown they just about fit me correctly now. They were still a tad big on me, but the jacket had cinches allowing me to adjust it for a better fit on my small frame.
My pants were also still a little big on me, but they too had an adjustable waist and fit fine once I cinched them up. They were still too long on me even with my pair of hiking boots, but it really didn’t matter since I also wore gaiters. Gaiters protected against snow, water, dirt and pebbles which have a way of sneaking into even the most waterproof of boots.
Mine were made out of the same Gore-Tex material like the jacket and pants, and they had a strap which wrapped around the bottom of the boot holding them in place as the material portion hooked onto the boot lacing and enclosed around the ankle. The ones I wore went all the way up to my calf and had a zipper on the side to help you slip them on and off your leg and boot. They fit snuggly around the ankle of my boot with an elastic band and also a tie string. Normally if you wore rain gear you’d put your pants over the gaiters, but my pants were too long so I simply tucked them inside, which still worked perfectly fine this way.
Even though it continued to drizzle outside the thrill of walking down the trail all alone had me all keyed up and excited as I now kept my eye open for any signs of wildlife. There were plenty of them around and a guy had to be a bit careful because there were also bears and wolves which called this area their home and could make things a bit precarious. It wasn’t too dangerous if you knew what you were doing, but still we are talking about wild animals so as an additional safety measure I had clipped on the bear repellent spray to my belt.
Adjusting the small pack on my back into a more comfortable position I kept trudging along still skirting the same lake where our cabin was situated. Glancing over towards a large tree, which I knew sometimes had an Eagle or two perched on the bigger branches up towards the top so they could gaze over the lake, I smiled spotting one sitting there now. It was a bald Eagle perched on the upper most branches swiveling its head around and gazing over the lake as if waiting for the proper moment to take flight and snag a fish. I decided to wait a few minutes to see what happens and study it closer.
I could tell how old it was from the marking and figured it was a young bird, maybe around three years old. I studied its features; especially, when the bird adjusted its perch and ruffled its wings spreading them out a bit before settling back down confirming my suspicions. Nodding my head I felt proud about how I was able to guess correctly while I continued to tick off the tell tale signs of the bird’s age.
Typically a three year old bald eagle’s abdomen showed white markings, which often were extensive. Also, dramatic white patches appeared in the "wing-pits" where the wings joined the body. The "wing-linings", the front half or so of the under wings, also exhibited a considerable amount of white markings. A whitish triangle frequently appeared on the upper back of the bird, and the top of the head was typically whitish.
All of these above factors also applied to a 2nd year bird, but a key way to separate a third year from a second year bird involved the trailing edge of the wings. On the third year bird, the trailing edge was "smooth" and all or all but one of the flight feathers were the same length, which gave the trailing edge a smooth or regular look. On the second year bird, about half of the flight feathers were longer than the others because they haven’t molted yet, and this caused the trailing edge to appear ragged or irregular. This feature was usually only seen in flight, but it could be apparent if you knew what you were looking for. Finally, I could see that this Bald Eagle’s Bill was grayer than yellow, which indicated he wasn’t completely mature yet.
Suddenly the bird took flight and I watched in awe while it swooped smoothly downwards to glide just above the lake before plunging its sharp talons into the water in a jerking motion and then putting a bit more energy into flapping its wings. The large bird lifted skyward with its prize securely skewered in its long claws. It angled towards the bank of the lake and settled down to start tearing at the flesh of the fish with its sharp hooked beak. What a treat and perfect timing to have witness such gracefulness because often an Eagle would remain perched hours on end without taking flight.
Smiling at this wonderful occasion I once more set out down the path at a quicker pace leaving the Eagle alone so it could enjoy its meal. An hour later I found myself having veered off the main trail and on a narrow rarely used track. There were several other paths along the way which all swerved off to the left heading towards a westerly direction, but this was the only one that turned off the main track in an easterly one. It meandered around skirting along the edges of some steep drop-offs before connecting back on to the wider path. I loved taking this little detour because there were several vantage points with breathtaking views of the forested landscape and a ton of lakes dotting the scenery all the way into Canada and as far as the eye could see. If I had stayed on the wide pathway I would have reached the very top about fifteen minutes later; however, having taken this little detour it would add another thirty minutes on top of the fifteen once the trails reconnected before I reached the top.
Rounding one of the many twists and turns on this narrow track a broad grin spread across my features when I paused at a clearing taking a good look into the distance. It had been drizzling on and off now on my entire trek but currently there was another pause in the misty like rain with the clouds thinning up enough to allow clear visibility for miles and miles all the way into Canada.
Looking around me there was a sense of quiet tranquility as I un-slung my daypack from my shoulders setting it on top of a nearby boulder and removed the bottle of water in the side pocket. The cool liquid felt refreshing when it slid down my throat and I gulped several large swigs before screwing the cap back on and setting it next to the pack on the boulder. Now I began to get that familiar feeling on my bladder so I stepped up to the edge and loosened up my pants hooking them under my tight ball sack and let loose. I didn’t even bother holding on to my soft worm and giggled naughtily while I watched my pee stream angle over the side of the cliff wondering if it was raining down on top of some poor animal at the bottom.
There was something exhilarating about exposing my pecker and balls to the open elements as I placed my hands on my hips and swiveled them back and forth watching how my pee stream flowed in an arching curve back and forth like the spraying bullets from a machine gun. I quivered at the coolness of the air tickling my tight purse and penis which began to chub up at the naughtiness of what I was doing out in the open. By the time I squeezed out the few remaining droplets I had a full on raging boner which bobbed up and down at my slightly racing heartbeat.
Lifting up my jacket so I could get a better look at my stuff I had to admire the sexiness of my teen package. Even the small light colored strands of pubes fluttered slightly in the breeze. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, which was kind of silly because who would be way out here in the middle of nowhere during this time of year, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and white boy’s briefs tugging them down around my ankles before standing back up straighter.
I was now completely exposed from the waist down and could feel the cool air flowing around my exposed skin providing that tickling kind of sensation. I quivered not because I felt cold, but rather because this was becoming a bit sexually charging. Looking around nervously because this most definitely was becoming naughty, I giggled before wrapping my fist around my twitching erection feeling it respond to the familiar touch. My ball sack had contracted tightly to my body now from the cold air as I cupped my left hand around them and began to squeeze my testicles while slowly jacking off on the side of the cliff.
“Oh gawd, this is so fucking sexy hot,” I grunted my voice sounding loud even though no one else was around to hear it, but it somehow made this even more real for me.
I’ve never done anything like this, and I had to admit this was very bold even though I knew no one was anywhere close by. Still, I’ve only ever jacked off in secluded places so being out here in the open was uncharacteristic for me. Because it was so different I could hear and feel my heart racing and pounding in my chest while I tried to hold off my rapidly rising orgasm. I stopped jacking off wanting it to last for a change and instinctively knew I had come very close to having spewed my hot boy juice. The tingling sensations in my balls had just about set me off so I now waited to let it settle down before once more giving it a go.
My fist once more started up pumping eagerly along my four and a half inch swollen rubbery tube, and about five seconds later I had to stop to give it another rest for several moments before repeating the process. This time though I slowed down my pumping fist alternating my grip along the length of my bright pink shaft, and even though I could feel the rise inside of me it seemed to last longer this time before I suddenly felt my butt cheeks clamping together with my stomach collapsing inwards and my body stiffening up. I watched in fascination when small droplets came blasting out the tip end of my dark crimson colored mushroom shaped knob and boy slit.
“Aaaargh, uuumph, uuumph, uuumph,” I screamed out loud letting my voice carry across the miles wanting it to be heard all the way in Canada because I was proud I could squirt.
My body contracted for a second time right after squeezing out the first droplets of cum, spitting out another round of small beaded globules. I watched those drop into empty air off the side of the cliff following the first set. If it weren’t for the fact I was gasping for air I would have giggled at the cheekiness of what I was doing.
“Fuck Yeah!” I screamed at the top of my lungs wriggling my hips back and forth because the excitement of being openly exposed and free from all the constraints of life in general caught up to me.
My eyes were fixated on my now spent soft worm as it flopped around slapping against my pubic mound because it had immediately deflated right after my orgasm. Even this was thrilling because it felt so liberating to literally let everything hang loose out in the open. I let my laughter echo into the distance because it was hilarious watching my soft thirteen year old boy pecker flopping around not to mention the way it sounded when it slapped against my mostly naked pubic mound.
Even my laughter sounded more open and honest and I continued to giggle giddily. Looking down I noticed a few drops of cum had splattered on the inside part of my underwear which was stretched out between my two ankles. Shrugging I bent over and pulled my boy’s briefs and pants back into place tucking away my naked goods. I could feel the small little damp spots along my butt where my droplets of boy juice had splattered, but I knew within moments they would be all dry as I headed towards the boulder and took a seat.
Opening up my pack I retrieved the sack lunch Pops had packed for me and smiled when I pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a small sack of sliced apple, and a small bag of chips. I began munching on my sandwich and pulled out both of my thermos bottles. I opened up the one with the soup broth in it and filled up the small cup that came with it about a quarter of the way so I could enjoy it with my sandwich. Within a couple of minutes I had finished up my sack lunch and partial cup of broth, so put away the thermos noting it was still fairly full. Shrugging my shoulders I figured at some point on the way back down after I reached the top I would find a spot and finish it off. There was simply something about how warm broth made you feel inside on a day like this.
Opening up my other thermos I didn’t even bother pouring the contents into a cup sipping right out of the bottle. The warm cocoa tasted delicious after my lunch and sitting there on the boulder simply enjoying the view. The clouds were thickening up again and I could tell it was once more getting cooler as it began to drizzle again. It didn’t bother me because I was still completely dry in my gear. Taking another swallow of the hot cocoa, I sealed it back up putting it away in my daypack before slinging the straps over my shoulders and heading out feeling much refreshed and rejuvenated; especially, after experiencing that wonderful jacking off session. There was a light spring to my step with the feeling of everything being right in the world.
A short while later I once more connected to the main trail, which in truth was actually one in which my grandfather and I sometimes took with our ATV. The top of the rise was a favorite destination of ours and we often enjoyed taking a ride up there because of the natural spring where we could take a nice cold refreshing dip during the summer months. The lake by the cabin actually warmed up at the height of summer, but the small stream bubbled up from somewhere deep down and flowed into a channel creating a nice little pool big enough to sit and enjoy its refreshing coolness during the hottest time of the year. We even drank the cold fresh water right where it bubbled up to the surface swallowing it down greedily enjoying the clear clean coldness. It was the best tasting water I’ve ever had in my life.
Rounding a bend and passing another one of those pathways which left in a westerly direction I began to notice something weird. There was an odd sensation and smell in the air which I couldn’t figure out and made me pause for a moment while I scrunched up my face in thought. The air all around felt heavy with an almost imperceptible buzzing noise and tingling sensation which made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My whole body tightened up and I began to feel scared, very frightened in fact with all of my senses becoming alert for danger. Even the air smelled of death as my eyes flittered towards the edges of the main trail trying to figure out what had me on edge while the air weighed heavily all around me. There was a sense of deep dread and I sought out any signs of something which didn’t belong.
I’m sure if PopPop was here he’d be telling me I was paranoid, but my personal past experiences seemed to have heightened my sense of danger and I now began to shake because deep down I knew something wasn’t right. I felt it in my bones while I stood rooted in place unable to move and continued to scan the trees on both sides of the trail looking for anything out of place. Suddenly my eyes noticed something at the base of a large red pine tree and I tried to focus on it because I couldn’t quiet make out what it could be. There were only a couple of these larger trees sprinkled between the clumps of white colored birch trees. There was another red pine just at the rise of the hill, which was humongous, but my eyes were glued to the base of this one and I tried to swallow the lump of dread in my throat.
Everything inside of me screamed to run, but I couldn’t since I was drawn to the small contoured shape which was oddly out of place. Taking a hesitant step towards it my legs almost gave out on me because I was shaking like a leaf and my insides were squirming around with fear. Steadying myself I took the last few steps and paused at the edge of the wide path staring at the small figure curled up at the base of the red pine tree. The smell of death was in the air and my body filled with dismay because I could now see it was the outline of a small corpse.
There was little doubt it was a dead body because the skin looked almost translucent and very pale like the bark of the surrounding birch trees. It was small and looked to belong to a kid, maybe eleven or twelve years old which made me begin to wonder how it got here. The thought sent alarm bells all inside of me and I suddenly crouched down wondering if someone had dumped the body here, and if so were they still around.
Then another thought flittered through my mind with the hair on the back of my neck standing on end from fear because the only way to have dumped a body here was to either take a boat across the lake and take the wide path straight up here, or take an ATV along the wider path skirting the lake from the small main road. They would have had to park their vehicle and then offload their ATV because the wider path skirting the lake and up here could accommodate an ATV, but not a regular vehicle. No one would try to cart a body in all the way from one of the smaller trails which meandered around for miles on end before getting here, so they either had to cross the lake or travel a long distance by ATV. Either way they would come across our small cabin and my grandfather was all alone unaware of the danger.
Other than the drizzling rain and slight breeze creating movement in the leaves there wasn’t any other signs of life. Slowly I got up but remained in a crouched position and approached the small lifeless body looking down at it sadly. It looked to be a young boy dressed in what amounted to nothing more than filthy rags. The wet material clung to the kid’s body and I could even see the pale coloration of his skin through the thin fabric. Tears welled up in my eyes because who could do such a thing. It was a rhetorical question of course because I knew there was sheer evil out there in this world as I shivered at the dark idea. Images flashed through my mind from the memories of my nightmare last night now creeping back into my thoughts making my spine tingle and body shiver in revulsion. Over the years those horrific nightmares had always remained the same with the sheer brutality of them always making me bolt upright in my bed shaking in fear.
Kneeling down next to the body and shaking my head, the tears began to flow freely from the corners of my eyes. “Whoever you are I’m so sorry.” I whispered reaching out with a shaking hand to brush aside some of the rain soaked hair out of the boy’s lifeless closed eyes.
The kid’s features looked peaceful and I wept silently running my fingers tenderly over his cold cheeks. Suddenly the body stirred and I saw dull green eyes flicking open which sent me scrambling backwards on my haunches because some of my worst fears were coming to life and I simply knew the boy was rising from the dead to take me with him.
“Eeeeeeey!” I squawked, my voice rising several octaves and sounding like a little frightened girl while the feeling of dampness suddenly spread outwards from the front of my pants to run down my leg.
The dull green eyes stared at me blankly and I realized I had just wet myself from fright, which hadn’t happened in a long time now. Then shame took over because I was getting too old to be such a scaredy cat and having those kinds of accidents anymore. I then realized it wasn’t a dead boy after all, but by the looks of things he was close to it. Ignoring the wetness inside my pants I scrambled back to the boy removing the pack from my back.
“Oh fuck…Oh fuck…you’re alive!” I whispered more in a panic with my breathing becoming erratic and my heart pounding in my chest.
The boy tried to stir and I saw terror flood his eyes while he tried feebly to back away from me, but he was too weak. The look of horror in the boy’s eyes suddenly grabbed my attention and I instinctively tried to reassure the kid he was alright which in turn began to calm me down as well.
“It…it’s alright, please…d…don’t be frightened. I…I’ll help you.” I whispered softly scooting a step back and holding up my hand in what I hoped indicated a friendly gesture noticing the boy’s dull eyes scrutinizing me intently.
“Please…I…I won’t hurt you I promise.” I whispered softly. “But I…um…we need to get you covered up from this rain and warm you up. I…I have my survival gear and I’ll create a shelter for you to get you out from under this rain.” I assured the boy as he suddenly closed his eyes his chest rising and lowering before there was nothing, no movement, no nothing.
Panic set in again and I scrambled forward fearing he had somehow finally succumbed allowing death to take him away. “Please don’t die…please you need to fight.” I whispered softly.
Reaching out towards him his skin felt clammy and cold to the touch making my eyes well up once more because I had arrived too late to help the boy. I felt bad because his last moments had been filled with fear because of me. My whole insides began to lurch around like I were in the middle of the ocean with fifty foot swells rocking a boat up and down, up and down. Just thinking about it sent my tummy in a tizzy and I could feel the bile rising inside of me when suddenly I saw the boy’s chest rattling as if he took a deep painstaking breathe. He was still alive I heard my inner voice yelling in glee while I immediately began scrambling around.
Within moments I had a small shelter set up for the boy which protected him as well as could be expected from the wet weather. At least he wasn’t getting wet anymore from the rain and he was off of the wet ground. The boy was visibly shivering now and I knew hypothermia had probably begun to set in which was very dangerous. Removing my Gore-Tex jacket and wool pullover leaving me in nothing but my t-shirt, I tried to remove his wet clothing but he fought me even in his disoriented state. Not wanting to waste any valuable time I decided not to struggle with him and finally managed to prop him up. I somehow got my warm sweater over his upper body despite my own shivering because of the damp coldness seeping into my very core. I ignored my own trembling and got my sweater situated over his body allowing the elastic band at the bottom to hug his waist.
Even though he was soaked to the core it did little to wash away the rancid rotting like stink from his small grimy body. The kid reeked of filth forcing me wrinkle my nose at his horrible odor while making me wonder what exactly had happened to him and how he managed to get way out here. It was almost as if maybe someone had gotten tired of the boy like so much trash and then simply dumped him in the wilderness to die out here all alone. The thought of a monstrous animal like that loose out here once more set the hairs on the back of my neck on end with worry over my grandfather gnawing at me. I ignored the panic rising inside of me because all of my survival lessons had indicated it was panic which got people killed.
Sighing and shaking my head because I knew there weren’t any answers coming any time soon, I got back to work and finished by wrapping him up in my jacket which looked about three sizes too big on the smaller boy. It managed to cover him up all the way down to just above his knee, but didn’t matter because it would help keep whatever core heat he had left to warm him up. Leaning him against the tree under my makeshift shelter I fished out my thermos filled with hot cocoa. He needed a source of energy and quickly. The sweet sugary drink would allow his body to feed off this short term source of energy, not to mention since it was still hot would help warm up his insides.
“Please wake up.” I shook the kid gently because he needed to get something inside of him so his body could feed on something other than his own core energy. I paused hoping he would stir awake but nothing happened. “Please, you need to wake up if you don’t want to die.” I pleaded softly trying to urge him awake.
A small soft pleading voice seemed to penetrate the younger boy’s blissful state with memories flooding his semi-conscious state. He recalled the day of his horrible capture, the long confinement and beatings, the constant fear which had gripped his insides, and then the freedom of him wandering aimlessly along a seemingly endless track. Everything had been fine until the weather had suddenly changed and he ran out of food. Then things had gone horribly wrong and something happened which he couldn’t understand.
It had happened so suddenly with the hairs standing up on his head while a loud buzzing noise tingled all around him just before everything suddenly exploded in a brilliant light and pain filled his entire insides. The last thing he could recall was being flung up against a tree fading off into unconsciousness all his energy and will to go on completely sapped from his small body. Just before drifting off he had taken comfort in the knowledge that at least he would die on his own terms. This somehow had given him a sense of relief before blackness wrapped him up in its gentle embrace.
Then something seemed to draw him out of a deep state of contentment. He detected a presence as if someone was nearby. It took just about the last reserves of his strength to will his eyes to open which sent him immediately into a panic when they settled on a small figure hunched over him. The figure had let out such a haunting screech before scrambling backwards which had frightened the smaller boy to the point where he too tried to scramble away. The boy had been simply too weak though, no longer having any energy left to move. The other figure then surprised him and began to speak softly to him saying he was here to help and wouldn’t hurt him.
The voice was kind and genuine so the boy scrutinized the gentle spoken small figure suddenly realizing it was a boy just like him. It took him several moments to realize this because it’s been a long time since he’s had anyone else around him other than the horrible man and woman. It was his memories from the time before which let him know this was another boy. Somehow it made him feel better so he closed his eyes happy now that he wasn’t alone after all. Strange he thought to himself before drifting away, because just a short while earlier he had been happy enough to die alone. Now though he no longer needed to struggle through this by himself because it appeared as if this other boy somehow cared about him. It was now enough so he once more allowed the darkness to envelope him in its tender embrace.
Taking one last breathe of life he simply let go of this horrible world allowing his body and mind to drift away. He felt at peace, but something tugged at the edges of his thoughts. He could hear the gentle whispered pleas and the softness of someone crying. It was odd because who would be crying over him and why? He was nobody, someone who didn’t matter in this cruel world, but it was sincere so he listened to the pleading whispers of the other boy for him to fight and live. With great effort he took a breathe which rattled his chest, life once more taking hold while he drifted on the edges of awareness.
Then slowly he began to notice some changes while in his semi-conscious state. He no longer felt the continuous cold wetness falling on his chilled body and he was jostled around for several moments. There was a short lull afterwards and then he detected movement like someone was pawing at him, which made him instinctively struggle and sent a panic inside of him before the pawing stopped for some odd reason. Then there was some more jostling before a warmth began to settle over him helping to cut away some of the wind he still had been feeling. A few moments later he no longer felt the cold wind biting along his upper body. Then there was the insistent voice once more urging him to wake up. He wanted to listen and do what he was told, but it was very difficult because all he wanted to do was go back into his dark deep long sleep.
“Wake up!” I snapped at the smaller boy a bit roughly and shook him harder.
It seemed to work because slowly he opened up his hazy eyes and gazed into my face with a puzzled look on his features. “That’s good, really good. Here take a small sip of this.” I urged him seeing the smaller boy respond and take a small swallow of hot cocoa.
Suddenly his eyes perked up a bit as if he was experiencing something novel and new for the very first time. Encouraged I let him take another sip and he began to swallow it down eagerly. He looked better, but I knew we needed to get him back to the cabin and properly warmed up here really soon before the weather decided to change for the worse again. If he were hypothermic it could be fatal and the only way to get him better was to warm him up. I had a decision to make, stay here with him and try to get him warmed up or try to make a run for it bringing my grandfather back here with the ATV so we could haul him back down to the cabin.
The boy had gulped down all of the hot cocoa and was beginning to nod off. “Listen, I…I’ve got to get help because I can’t carry you down to our cabin. I promise I won’t be long.” I told him shivering because I was starting to get cold as the boy’s eyes seemed to notice for the first time that I had given him my sweater and jacket.
Digging out my other thermos of broth I handed it to him and smiled encouragingly. “It’s not much, just soup broth.” I apologized, but knowing it would give him more nourishment to boost his system and since it was still hot hopefully help warm him up as well. “It’s still nice and warm though.” I began to get up, but the boy reached out and grabbed my wrist fear etched all over his features making me scrunch up my face.
“I…I won’t be long…I promise. I’ll hurry and bring back the ATV so I can get you down to the cabin where it is warm and dry. Please…you have to understand…it’s the only way because I can tell it is going to be another cold night and you won’t survive another one.” I pleaded with him the boy’s eyes welling up with tears, but then suddenly shifting into a more neutral look and bravely let go of my wrist as if he were putting a lot of trust in me.
“Before you know it I’ll be back.” I promised getting up and without pausing another second bolted back down the hill.
My boots where heavy and clumsy, but I focused on getting down to the cabin as soon as possible so put on some speed to my pumping legs. It was a gradual slope all the way down to the bottom, but it was also slippery and I felt my footing sliding around at times. About a quarter of a mile down the trail the inevitable happened because I was trying to rush things. Suddenly my footing slipped on a slick spot and I tumbled head over heels my arm and face taking the brunt of the force when I literally bounced around and slammed into a tree.
The air whooshed out of my heaving lungs and I grunted in pain from the impact, but I ignored it knowing I had to get back up. “Fuck!” I gasped at the pain along my arm that had taken the brunt, but I ignored it and once more set a fast clip down the incline.
Then I felt the stinging sensation along the side of my face and I ran my hand over my cheek noticing some blood on my fingers. It was probably scrapped up from my tumble and I adjusted my pace not wanting to take the chance of another fall and possibly breaking my neck. Besides, my earlier pace was way too fast and I’d never be able to sustain it because the cabin was too far away. I was on the Track Team at my school and ran cross country so knew I had to maintain a certain pace. With this in mind I made a mental calculation and adjusted my speed so I was eating up the distance at a safer rate and optimizing the amount of stamina needed to get to the cabin in one piece and as soon as possible.
It was still a more rapid pace than I was used to and I could feel the strain on my lungs. I tried to concentrate on keeping my air intake in a smooth flowing manner, but after a while I could taste the blood from the cold air when it bit gratingly inside my throat and lungs. At this rate I would probably end up a bit hoarse, but the ends justified the means and it was worth a sore throat for the sake of the other boy.
After a while I fell into a rhythm with my body adjusting to the strain and before I knew it I could see the outline of the cabin in the distance. It spurred me forward and I once more kicked it into high gear expending the last of my reserves. Rounding a corner in the trail I began shouting at the top of my lungs. I could see my grandfather exit the cabin and cup his hand over his eyebrows as if trying to figure out what all the commotion was about. Even from this distance I could see his face drain of all color when he noticed it was me and the way I looked. I’m sure I was a bloody mess from my tumble not to mention completely soaked through and through with steam rising from my overheated body due to the overexertion of my twenty five minute flight down the side of the hill.
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End of Chapter Three: Cabin Fever
Coming soon Chapter Four: Mute Boy
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EXCERPT FROM NIGHTMARES & DREAMS
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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CABIN FEVER
It was the steady pattering of rain against the cabin which finally managed to slowly rouse me from my sleep. The steady drumming against the thick log walls of my room had continued throughout the night helping to lull me into a deeper state of slumber, but now it seemed to wear away its welcoming drone and wheedle its way into my sensuous dreams. They were such wonderful dreams mostly filled with images of Joey as I ran my hands all up and down his body in the school gym showers. His small yet very stiff penis had felt very real in my fingers as I slowly opened my eyes to the bleak grayness of morning light filtering through the small window in my room. It would be another dreary day with the last wispy dreamy images of Joey’s sexy naked body wrapped up in my arms flittering away leaving me momentarily disoriented and a bit disappointed it hadn’t been real.
My own four and a half inch erection seemed to pulse with the aftereffects of the dream as I stretched running my hand along my taut stomach feeling the tingling sensation before dipping it between my legs to give my rigid shaft a squeeze since I had to take a piss. To my surprise it was all slicked up so I lifted up the covers and gazed down a bit puzzled. Running my finger and thumb over my flared out knob I lifted them up to my nose and took a sniff. It smelled like the stuff I squirted when I had an orgasm and was kind of slippery making me wonder if this was pre-cum.
This was a first for me as I took a closer look wondering if maybe I just had a wet dream. I’ve never had one of those before because I pretty much took care of my tanks on a regular basis; especially, right before going to bed. Even though I still didn’t squirt much yet I could tell right away that it couldn’t have been a wet dream because there wasn’t all that much there, just along the crown of my glans. So it made me wonder if my dreaming about Joey in a sexual way had stimulated me to the point of oozing pre-cum. I’ve heard how guys tend to do that sort of thing while messing around and getting sexually charged up, but it’s never happened to me before so in a way this was kind of exciting while also a bit disturbing because of the type of dream I just had involving another boy.
I’ve never dreamed about another boy in a sexual way before, at least not that I recalled. Recently I’ve been having kind of naughty thoughts in regards to boys, but my slumbering sexual fantasies have always involved girls, and lately mostly Sienna. Now though I began to recall things about last night since the dreams stuck with me and they had mostly been of me and Joey doing a lot of naughty things together. I felt my penis twitch with my testicles jolting upwards in response to my memories with some more of the clear liquid like substance oozing out from the tip of my little boy slit which captured my curiosity. It made me quiver excitedly at this new development to my sexual arousal as I ran my thumb over the slippery substance, stimulating my touchy erection and making me twitch in surprise because I hadn’t been ready for it to be so sensitive.
It was still warm in my room indicating that the large log I had set inside the small pot belly stove was probably still smoldering. As if to confirm my suspicions there was a small popping noise from the slow burning wood, the only other sound in an otherwise silent morning; except for the tapping noise of the drizzling rain which continued its wet downpour on to our humble abode. I didn’t hear any other noise so was fairly certain my grandfather was still fast asleep as my fingers continued to fiddle around with my stiffie making me quiver because it felt so damn good.
Cocking my head to the side I made sure there wasn’t any noise coming from the other room. Not that it would really matter because the door separating my room from the main cabin was pretty thick and would basically mute any sounds coming from my side as I propped myself further up on to my pillow. Tossing aside my blanket I gazed down at my naked body rather pleased with what I saw. I had a firm stomach with a nice sized erection which currently seemed obscenely red making me wonder if it was because my fantasy of Joey had me all worked up.
While my right hand continued to fiddle around with my stiff yet rubbery like teenaged twig I began to run my left hand all up and down my stomach feeling the sensuous tingling sensations beginning to bubble up to the surface. It’s become routine for me to jack off first thing in the morning. Sometimes I didn’t get a chance when I was running late for school, but most mornings I began my day getting my rocks off which seemed to help set the tone for the rest of the day.
With puberty having taken a firm hold I was thinking how pleased I was with the results on my body as of late while I now ran my left hand over my flat stomach and on top of my mostly blank slate. There were a few small wispy like traces of dirty blonde filaments right around the base of my nice plump blood engorged shaft that couldn’t be really considered a bush yet, but also not far off making me smile a bit pleased regarding this most recent development.
It never took me long to blow a gasket first thing in the morning, or ever if I were truthful about it, so I continued to simply pinch the tip of my glans while my left hand now dipped down further cupping my ping pong sized nards in the palm of my hand. My fleshy purse felt soft and hung down slightly between my legs this morning. Usually they hugged my body, but like this morning, every once in a while they actually dangled a bit. Rolling the two oval shaped little truffles between my fingers they felt heavy today as if waiting to be milked making me wonder if my sexy dreams about Joey was a contributing factor to them feeling so big and weighty this morning..
About two weeks back on one of those mornings where my ball sack was soft and dangled like today, I noticed that my left nut was lower than my right one. It had me a bit frightened; especially, when I took a closer look and feel realizing that my left nugget was slightly bigger than my right one. I was going to talk to Pops about it fearing there might be something wrong, but then when I took a shower at school after my P.E. class I took a closer look around focusing on some of my classmates’ giggle berries. I began to notice that a few of them seemed to have the same issue.
Everyone was different of course with some of my school buddies having a tight nut sack while some had soft dangling ones. Of course the boys with a tight nut sack you couldn’t tell if one of theirs hung down lower or not, but on the other boys where they sagged down you could kind of tell. At first I hadn’t been sure about it because it was difficult trying to not be obvious about my overt scrutiny until I noticed one guy who was thin as a rail with one of those really droopy coin purses. Well on him it was clearly obvious how on one side it hung lower than the other one. Of course I had never really paid attention to such a thing so wouldn’t have realized it, but I was actually looking for it and a big sense of relief had flooded my insides at the revelation.
When I got home I had immediately popped on to the computer and did a quick search on the issue which only confirmed that in some boys during puberty one testicle would drop lower than the other side. From what I read this would usually happen on a boy’s left testicle. I could care less about the technical reasons and had shut it off once I found out it was normal for my left nut to hang lower on me.
Now with my thoughts shifting back to Joey I watched completely enthralled while my fist slowly began to stroke my plump rigid blood engorged erection. My knob was completely purple now with my shaft having that raw pinkish look to it as Joey’s sweet little prepubescent like package began to firmly form in my imagination. He had the cutest little cut penis about the length and thickness of my thumb, maybe smaller, and I loved how his small pouch and cherry sized testicles dangled freely between his legs. It amazed me that something so small could actually hang loose in a soft purse, but it looked adorably sweet on his handsome boyish features. It made me wonder how he would look when puberty began to take hold of him as well.
That’s as far as I got because suddenly I felt my penis lurching around in my fingers with my eyes bulging mirthfully when I noticed my nards jolting upwards up against my pounding fist. If I wouldn’t have been caught up in the rush of my orgasm it would have been kind of comical, but my body stiffened up and I watched droplets of my wet smoothie come screaming out from the tip of my pee slit to spatter forcefully against my chin and chest.
“Oh, oh, uuuumph, uuumph, uuuumph.” I croaked out hoarsely when my body stiffened in reaction to my orgasm and began relaxing for a split second before once more contracting. “Oh fuck me!” I groaned my body stiffening once more with a rapid second climax ramming into my system catching me by surprise.
This was another first for me because I’ve never experienced a second orgasm with my testicles once more lurching upwards, this time feeling a bit painful because it tried to squeeze out more of my boy batter unsuccessfully. “Oh gawd,” I moaned having stopped pounding my sensitive flesh and now curling up on to my side facing the wall trying to calm down because even though it felt totally awesome it also hurt, burned, and made me feel achy down there.
The entire event probably lasted all of five or six seconds, and it was in some ways kind of embarrassing because I was pretty sure most guys lasted way longer. I mean it wasn’t just the amount of time it took me to bust my nut, but the orgasm itself. From start to finish I’d have to say it hadn’t lasted more than ten seconds, maybe five or six seconds between starting to jack off before ejaculating and another three or four seconds for my orgasm from high to low. It felt totally awesome of course, but I was sure there had to be more to this whole sexing thing than just ten seconds worth.
It wasn’t like I was totally ignorant about puberty and sex, but I was still pretty unsure about so many things. Sure my grandfather had talked to me about a lot of stuff, but I was beginning to realize there was still so much I didn’t know about or understand. Deep down I knew with some of these things it was something I’d learn through experience. Still, this whole blowing a nut in a split second along with my fantasies about boys in general and Joey specifically, I was becoming a bit uneasy about some things. Exhaling softly, I rolled on to my back the achiness in my balls having gone away for now.
Lifting up my hand I noticed how the rim between my thumb and finger was coated with the clear like substance of my boy juice. Again I was captivated with the slimy like substance so I once more held it to my nose and sniffed. Like last night it had the same indefinable fragrance. It didn’t smell bad at all, but it was kind of unique, which left me debating whether or not I even wanted to give it a taste.
Now that I could actually see what I was doing curiosity seemed to win out today so I hesitantly stuck out my tongue and carefully flicked the tip of it along the edge of an area I thought was coated only slightly with my own boy juice. At first I thought maybe I had missed because I didn’t taste anything nasty and only experienced the tang of what I would describe as my skin, but then I realized I must have scooped up at least a little bit because my taste buds finally seemed to detect something unusual. Once more it was difficult for me to describe because it wasn’t anything I could actually compare it to.
Scrunching my face in thought I decided in a way it was almost sweet with maybe a bit of salty and tangy bitterness in a subtle kind of way. Other than this the other flavors I detected was unfamiliar territory for me so in the end I figured it wasn’t bad. I took a bigger swipe at it with my tongue to test things out further. Again, not good or bad in any defined way so I suppose it wasn’t a bad thing to swallow someone’s cream smoothie after all. Encouraged I actually swallowed what I had in my mouth feeling the slimy like goop ooze down my gullet forcing me to swallow several more times as if to force it down faster.
Shrugging my shoulders since it didn’t seem to make me want to puke or anything, I used the blanket to wipe the rest of the slimy mess from my hand and body. I ran the blanket between my legs to clean away some of the slickness on my now completely soft noodle and fleshy danglies before tossing it aside and getting up out of bed. I still had to take a piss, but at least I wouldn’t be running outside with a raging hard-on. I hated when I had to take a piss really bad while I was hard as a rock. It was always awkward trying to get a smooth flow when I’m bending my flag pole at such an obscene angle. Slipping into a fresh pair of boy’s briefs, which I noticed were a bit snug as well, I quickly finished getting dressed so I could take care of my other pressurized needs before my mini-me decided to get a mind of its own again and pop wood.
As predictable the constant deluge outside made for a rotten start to our spring break at the cabin. By the time mid-morning rolled around I was near my wits end with boredom. There were no computers, no television, no electronics of any kind, and I felt totally cut off from the world. I was a very active kind of kid so being cooped up all morning was starting to drive me nuts. I hate to say it, but it took all of one night for me to get cabin fever. My grandfather could see the tension building inside of me so tried to occupy me with some board games, but with it being only two people it wasn’t much fun.
It had rained all night long and continued into the early morning hours. Gazing outside now I noticed how it had lightened up a bit, no longer coming down in buckets. Instead, it was sort of a misty kind of drizzle that made the air all around you feel damp. It also looked a bit chilly outside this morning, the sunshine from the previous week all but obliterated fading off into a distant memory.
My grandfather exhaling noisily brought my focus back on to the monopoly board which was currently occupying our time. “Latham?” PopPop spoke up shaking his head with my eyes sliding towards his and noticing the small grin on his features because he could tell I was bored out of my mind.
“Yeah, it’s all good Pops.” I tried to reassure him while he leaned over and ruffled my natural medium brown hair the color of truffles with lighter highlights of golden brown sugar. Damn, I’m getting just as bad as those girls now, I thought to myself not able to get my mind off the comment I heard from one of them at school regarding my hair.
My grandfather laughed lightheartedly, his delicate soft hands patting my cheeks affectionately. It’s odd how doctors tended to have the most nimble fingers and softest of hands. He also had a very mirthful kind of laughter which came from deep inside of him and exuded a sort of jovial atmosphere all around him. It was an infectious laughter and I felt the corners of my own mouth begin to twitch upwards into a little giggle with us both chuckling at the situation.
Coming to a decision my grandfather planted his hands on the end of the table and stood up. “Alright, go grab the daypack and put your day hike gear into it. I’ll grab a couple of thermos bottles for you and fill them up with warm cocoa and hot broth.” He emphasized motioning me towards my room.
“B…but it’s raining outside.” I pointed out with him shrugging his shoulders.
“You’ve got your Gore-Tex outfit…use it before you grow completely out of them.” He teased with me shrugging my shoulders knowing he was right.
The Gore-Tex material was perfect for outdoors because it was completely wind and water proof while also breathable so you didn’t sweat in them. Last year PopPop bought the jacket and pants for me because he had finally relented in allowing me to hike along the many trails surrounding this wilderness area on my own. I suppose it made him feel happier if I had clothing that would protect me so well against the elements if I ever got caught out in a storm or maybe got lost.
It had taken some convincing on my part to persuade my grandfather in letting me go out on my own exploring. At the time I had pointed out to him I was twelve years old and responsible enough to be trekking out alone if I wanted. I was after all trained in survival skills since he had insisted I take the local classes over the years in case we ever got into a bad situation on one of our hikes. When my grandmother was still alive it would be the three of us going on these trips, and after she passed away it had then been only PopPop and myself romping through the forested trails all around the region. I pretty much knew every little nook and cranny of the area so it wasn’t as if I’d get lost or anything.
Usually I enjoyed taking the looping trail up north of us because it was a barely noticeable gradual climb, which then culminated in a beautiful view on a rise up at the very top of Cold Springs Lookout. There were several clearings along one of the side trails which veered off from the main path overlooking the endless expanses of trees and many of the smaller lakes all the way into Canada as it looped around before connecting back to the wide track finally taking me up to the top of Cold Springs Lookout.
The region itself was flat so having a high point like this close by made it even more special. I suppose it was probably the only real high ground in the area. It usually took two or three hours for me to complete the circuit depending on how much I goofed around and got sidetracked with other adventurous things which could only capture a boy’s imaginations.
Last year I got so caught up with watching a couple of beavers working on their lodge while they frolicked around patching their home with mud, segments of plants, rocks and sticks. It was a marvel of engineering, which had captured my attention for several hours as I sat on the banks of a small lake watching those rodents creating something brilliant. Of course it had sent my grandfather in a tizzy because I was several hours late getting back to the cabin; but hey, I was an active kid with an active imagination and didn’t pay much attention to the ticking of a clock. I mean what was the point in coming all the way out here in the middle of nowhere leaving behind all our electronics, phones, and gadgets if this didn’t include clocks as well.
It hadn’t taken me all that long to stuff the small daypack with some basics like a compass, a bottle of water and sack lunch, and finally the small emergency kit which contained all the essentials if I got into trouble and needed to set up a temporary camp for a day or two. Of course my grandfather also packed two small thermos bottles; one filled with chicken soup broth and the other with hot cocoa. In all my small daypack probably didn’t weigh more than fifteen pounds at most, not really heavy at all once slung over my back.
If anything did go wrong my emergency kit and Gore-Tex clothing would be enough to see me through any wet and cold nights. Thank goodness my grandfather had bought my Gore-Tex gear a size or so larger last year because with me having grown they just about fit me correctly now. They were still a tad big on me, but the jacket had cinches allowing me to adjust it for a better fit on my small frame.
My pants were also still a little big on me, but they too had an adjustable waist and fit fine once I cinched them up. They were still too long on me even with my pair of hiking boots, but it really didn’t matter since I also wore gaiters. Gaiters protected against snow, water, dirt and pebbles which have a way of sneaking into even the most waterproof of boots.
Mine were made out of the same Gore-Tex material like the jacket and pants, and they had a strap which wrapped around the bottom of the boot holding them in place as the material portion hooked onto the boot lacing and enclosed around the ankle. The ones I wore went all the way up to my calf and had a zipper on the side to help you slip them on and off your leg and boot. They fit snuggly around the ankle of my boot with an elastic band and also a tie string. Normally if you wore rain gear you’d put your pants over the gaiters, but my pants were too long so I simply tucked them inside, which still worked perfectly fine this way.
Even though it continued to drizzle outside the thrill of walking down the trail all alone had me all keyed up and excited as I now kept my eye open for any signs of wildlife. There were plenty of them around and a guy had to be a bit careful because there were also bears and wolves which called this area their home and could make things a bit precarious. It wasn’t too dangerous if you knew what you were doing, but still we are talking about wild animals so as an additional safety measure I had clipped on the bear repellent spray to my belt.
Adjusting the small pack on my back into a more comfortable position I kept trudging along still skirting the same lake where our cabin was situated. Glancing over towards a large tree, which I knew sometimes had an Eagle or two perched on the bigger branches up towards the top so they could gaze over the lake, I smiled spotting one sitting there now. It was a bald Eagle perched on the upper most branches swiveling its head around and gazing over the lake as if waiting for the proper moment to take flight and snag a fish. I decided to wait a few minutes to see what happens and study it closer.
I could tell how old it was from the marking and figured it was a young bird, maybe around three years old. I studied its features; especially, when the bird adjusted its perch and ruffled its wings spreading them out a bit before settling back down confirming my suspicions. Nodding my head I felt proud about how I was able to guess correctly while I continued to tick off the tell tale signs of the bird’s age.
Typically a three year old bald eagle’s abdomen showed white markings, which often were extensive. Also, dramatic white patches appeared in the "wing-pits" where the wings joined the body. The "wing-linings", the front half or so of the under wings, also exhibited a considerable amount of white markings. A whitish triangle frequently appeared on the upper back of the bird, and the top of the head was typically whitish.
All of these above factors also applied to a 2nd year bird, but a key way to separate a third year from a second year bird involved the trailing edge of the wings. On the third year bird, the trailing edge was "smooth" and all or all but one of the flight feathers were the same length, which gave the trailing edge a smooth or regular look. On the second year bird, about half of the flight feathers were longer than the others because they haven’t molted yet, and this caused the trailing edge to appear ragged or irregular. This feature was usually only seen in flight, but it could be apparent if you knew what you were looking for. Finally, I could see that this Bald Eagle’s Bill was grayer than yellow, which indicated he wasn’t completely mature yet.
Suddenly the bird took flight and I watched in awe while it swooped smoothly downwards to glide just above the lake before plunging its sharp talons into the water in a jerking motion and then putting a bit more energy into flapping its wings. The large bird lifted skyward with its prize securely skewered in its long claws. It angled towards the bank of the lake and settled down to start tearing at the flesh of the fish with its sharp hooked beak. What a treat and perfect timing to have witness such gracefulness because often an Eagle would remain perched hours on end without taking flight.
Smiling at this wonderful occasion I once more set out down the path at a quicker pace leaving the Eagle alone so it could enjoy its meal. An hour later I found myself having veered off the main trail and on a narrow rarely used track. There were several other paths along the way which all swerved off to the left heading towards a westerly direction, but this was the only one that turned off the main track in an easterly one. It meandered around skirting along the edges of some steep drop-offs before connecting back on to the wider path. I loved taking this little detour because there were several vantage points with breathtaking views of the forested landscape and a ton of lakes dotting the scenery all the way into Canada and as far as the eye could see. If I had stayed on the wide pathway I would have reached the very top about fifteen minutes later; however, having taken this little detour it would add another thirty minutes on top of the fifteen once the trails reconnected before I reached the top.
Rounding one of the many twists and turns on this narrow track a broad grin spread across my features when I paused at a clearing taking a good look into the distance. It had been drizzling on and off now on my entire trek but currently there was another pause in the misty like rain with the clouds thinning up enough to allow clear visibility for miles and miles all the way into Canada.
Looking around me there was a sense of quiet tranquility as I un-slung my daypack from my shoulders setting it on top of a nearby boulder and removed the bottle of water in the side pocket. The cool liquid felt refreshing when it slid down my throat and I gulped several large swigs before screwing the cap back on and setting it next to the pack on the boulder. Now I began to get that familiar feeling on my bladder so I stepped up to the edge and loosened up my pants hooking them under my tight ball sack and let loose. I didn’t even bother holding on to my soft worm and giggled naughtily while I watched my pee stream angle over the side of the cliff wondering if it was raining down on top of some poor animal at the bottom.
There was something exhilarating about exposing my pecker and balls to the open elements as I placed my hands on my hips and swiveled them back and forth watching how my pee stream flowed in an arching curve back and forth like the spraying bullets from a machine gun. I quivered at the coolness of the air tickling my tight purse and penis which began to chub up at the naughtiness of what I was doing out in the open. By the time I squeezed out the few remaining droplets I had a full on raging boner which bobbed up and down at my slightly racing heartbeat.
Lifting up my jacket so I could get a better look at my stuff I had to admire the sexiness of my teen package. Even the small light colored strands of pubes fluttered slightly in the breeze. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, which was kind of silly because who would be way out here in the middle of nowhere during this time of year, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and white boy’s briefs tugging them down around my ankles before standing back up straighter.
I was now completely exposed from the waist down and could feel the cool air flowing around my exposed skin providing that tickling kind of sensation. I quivered not because I felt cold, but rather because this was becoming a bit sexually charging. Looking around nervously because this most definitely was becoming naughty, I giggled before wrapping my fist around my twitching erection feeling it respond to the familiar touch. My ball sack had contracted tightly to my body now from the cold air as I cupped my left hand around them and began to squeeze my testicles while slowly jacking off on the side of the cliff.
“Oh gawd, this is so fucking sexy hot,” I grunted my voice sounding loud even though no one else was around to hear it, but it somehow made this even more real for me.
I’ve never done anything like this, and I had to admit this was very bold even though I knew no one was anywhere close by. Still, I’ve only ever jacked off in secluded places so being out here in the open was uncharacteristic for me. Because it was so different I could hear and feel my heart racing and pounding in my chest while I tried to hold off my rapidly rising orgasm. I stopped jacking off wanting it to last for a change and instinctively knew I had come very close to having spewed my hot boy juice. The tingling sensations in my balls had just about set me off so I now waited to let it settle down before once more giving it a go.
My fist once more started up pumping eagerly along my four and a half inch swollen rubbery tube, and about five seconds later I had to stop to give it another rest for several moments before repeating the process. This time though I slowed down my pumping fist alternating my grip along the length of my bright pink shaft, and even though I could feel the rise inside of me it seemed to last longer this time before I suddenly felt my butt cheeks clamping together with my stomach collapsing inwards and my body stiffening up. I watched in fascination when small droplets came blasting out the tip end of my dark crimson colored mushroom shaped knob and boy slit.
“Aaaargh, uuumph, uuumph, uuumph,” I screamed out loud letting my voice carry across the miles wanting it to be heard all the way in Canada because I was proud I could squirt.
My body contracted for a second time right after squeezing out the first droplets of cum, spitting out another round of small beaded globules. I watched those drop into empty air off the side of the cliff following the first set. If it weren’t for the fact I was gasping for air I would have giggled at the cheekiness of what I was doing.
“Fuck Yeah!” I screamed at the top of my lungs wriggling my hips back and forth because the excitement of being openly exposed and free from all the constraints of life in general caught up to me.
My eyes were fixated on my now spent soft worm as it flopped around slapping against my pubic mound because it had immediately deflated right after my orgasm. Even this was thrilling because it felt so liberating to literally let everything hang loose out in the open. I let my laughter echo into the distance because it was hilarious watching my soft thirteen year old boy pecker flopping around not to mention the way it sounded when it slapped against my mostly naked pubic mound.
Even my laughter sounded more open and honest and I continued to giggle giddily. Looking down I noticed a few drops of cum had splattered on the inside part of my underwear which was stretched out between my two ankles. Shrugging I bent over and pulled my boy’s briefs and pants back into place tucking away my naked goods. I could feel the small little damp spots along my butt where my droplets of boy juice had splattered, but I knew within moments they would be all dry as I headed towards the boulder and took a seat.
Opening up my pack I retrieved the sack lunch Pops had packed for me and smiled when I pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a small sack of sliced apple, and a small bag of chips. I began munching on my sandwich and pulled out both of my thermos bottles. I opened up the one with the soup broth in it and filled up the small cup that came with it about a quarter of the way so I could enjoy it with my sandwich. Within a couple of minutes I had finished up my sack lunch and partial cup of broth, so put away the thermos noting it was still fairly full. Shrugging my shoulders I figured at some point on the way back down after I reached the top I would find a spot and finish it off. There was simply something about how warm broth made you feel inside on a day like this.
Opening up my other thermos I didn’t even bother pouring the contents into a cup sipping right out of the bottle. The warm cocoa tasted delicious after my lunch and sitting there on the boulder simply enjoying the view. The clouds were thickening up again and I could tell it was once more getting cooler as it began to drizzle again. It didn’t bother me because I was still completely dry in my gear. Taking another swallow of the hot cocoa, I sealed it back up putting it away in my daypack before slinging the straps over my shoulders and heading out feeling much refreshed and rejuvenated; especially, after experiencing that wonderful jacking off session. There was a light spring to my step with the feeling of everything being right in the world.
A short while later I once more connected to the main trail, which in truth was actually one in which my grandfather and I sometimes took with our ATV. The top of the rise was a favorite destination of ours and we often enjoyed taking a ride up there because of the natural spring where we could take a nice cold refreshing dip during the summer months. The lake by the cabin actually warmed up at the height of summer, but the small stream bubbled up from somewhere deep down and flowed into a channel creating a nice little pool big enough to sit and enjoy its refreshing coolness during the hottest time of the year. We even drank the cold fresh water right where it bubbled up to the surface swallowing it down greedily enjoying the clear clean coldness. It was the best tasting water I’ve ever had in my life.
Rounding a bend and passing another one of those pathways which left in a westerly direction I began to notice something weird. There was an odd sensation and smell in the air which I couldn’t figure out and made me pause for a moment while I scrunched up my face in thought. The air all around felt heavy with an almost imperceptible buzzing noise and tingling sensation which made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My whole body tightened up and I began to feel scared, very frightened in fact with all of my senses becoming alert for danger. Even the air smelled of death as my eyes flittered towards the edges of the main trail trying to figure out what had me on edge while the air weighed heavily all around me. There was a sense of deep dread and I sought out any signs of something which didn’t belong.
I’m sure if PopPop was here he’d be telling me I was paranoid, but my personal past experiences seemed to have heightened my sense of danger and I now began to shake because deep down I knew something wasn’t right. I felt it in my bones while I stood rooted in place unable to move and continued to scan the trees on both sides of the trail looking for anything out of place. Suddenly my eyes noticed something at the base of a large red pine tree and I tried to focus on it because I couldn’t quiet make out what it could be. There were only a couple of these larger trees sprinkled between the clumps of white colored birch trees. There was another red pine just at the rise of the hill, which was humongous, but my eyes were glued to the base of this one and I tried to swallow the lump of dread in my throat.
Everything inside of me screamed to run, but I couldn’t since I was drawn to the small contoured shape which was oddly out of place. Taking a hesitant step towards it my legs almost gave out on me because I was shaking like a leaf and my insides were squirming around with fear. Steadying myself I took the last few steps and paused at the edge of the wide path staring at the small figure curled up at the base of the red pine tree. The smell of death was in the air and my body filled with dismay because I could now see it was the outline of a small corpse.
There was little doubt it was a dead body because the skin looked almost translucent and very pale like the bark of the surrounding birch trees. It was small and looked to belong to a kid, maybe eleven or twelve years old which made me begin to wonder how it got here. The thought sent alarm bells all inside of me and I suddenly crouched down wondering if someone had dumped the body here, and if so were they still around.
Then another thought flittered through my mind with the hair on the back of my neck standing on end from fear because the only way to have dumped a body here was to either take a boat across the lake and take the wide path straight up here, or take an ATV along the wider path skirting the lake from the small main road. They would have had to park their vehicle and then offload their ATV because the wider path skirting the lake and up here could accommodate an ATV, but not a regular vehicle. No one would try to cart a body in all the way from one of the smaller trails which meandered around for miles on end before getting here, so they either had to cross the lake or travel a long distance by ATV. Either way they would come across our small cabin and my grandfather was all alone unaware of the danger.
Other than the drizzling rain and slight breeze creating movement in the leaves there wasn’t any other signs of life. Slowly I got up but remained in a crouched position and approached the small lifeless body looking down at it sadly. It looked to be a young boy dressed in what amounted to nothing more than filthy rags. The wet material clung to the kid’s body and I could even see the pale coloration of his skin through the thin fabric. Tears welled up in my eyes because who could do such a thing. It was a rhetorical question of course because I knew there was sheer evil out there in this world as I shivered at the dark idea. Images flashed through my mind from the memories of my nightmare last night now creeping back into my thoughts making my spine tingle and body shiver in revulsion. Over the years those horrific nightmares had always remained the same with the sheer brutality of them always making me bolt upright in my bed shaking in fear.
Kneeling down next to the body and shaking my head, the tears began to flow freely from the corners of my eyes. “Whoever you are I’m so sorry.” I whispered reaching out with a shaking hand to brush aside some of the rain soaked hair out of the boy’s lifeless closed eyes.
The kid’s features looked peaceful and I wept silently running my fingers tenderly over his cold cheeks. Suddenly the body stirred and I saw dull green eyes flicking open which sent me scrambling backwards on my haunches because some of my worst fears were coming to life and I simply knew the boy was rising from the dead to take me with him.
“Eeeeeeey!” I squawked, my voice rising several octaves and sounding like a little frightened girl while the feeling of dampness suddenly spread outwards from the front of my pants to run down my leg.
The dull green eyes stared at me blankly and I realized I had just wet myself from fright, which hadn’t happened in a long time now. Then shame took over because I was getting too old to be such a scaredy cat and having those kinds of accidents anymore. I then realized it wasn’t a dead boy after all, but by the looks of things he was close to it. Ignoring the wetness inside my pants I scrambled back to the boy removing the pack from my back.
“Oh fuck…Oh fuck…you’re alive!” I whispered more in a panic with my breathing becoming erratic and my heart pounding in my chest.
The boy tried to stir and I saw terror flood his eyes while he tried feebly to back away from me, but he was too weak. The look of horror in the boy’s eyes suddenly grabbed my attention and I instinctively tried to reassure the kid he was alright which in turn began to calm me down as well.
“It…it’s alright, please…d…don’t be frightened. I…I’ll help you.” I whispered softly scooting a step back and holding up my hand in what I hoped indicated a friendly gesture noticing the boy’s dull eyes scrutinizing me intently.
“Please…I…I won’t hurt you I promise.” I whispered softly. “But I…um…we need to get you covered up from this rain and warm you up. I…I have my survival gear and I’ll create a shelter for you to get you out from under this rain.” I assured the boy as he suddenly closed his eyes his chest rising and lowering before there was nothing, no movement, no nothing.
Panic set in again and I scrambled forward fearing he had somehow finally succumbed allowing death to take him away. “Please don’t die…please you need to fight.” I whispered softly.
Reaching out towards him his skin felt clammy and cold to the touch making my eyes well up once more because I had arrived too late to help the boy. I felt bad because his last moments had been filled with fear because of me. My whole insides began to lurch around like I were in the middle of the ocean with fifty foot swells rocking a boat up and down, up and down. Just thinking about it sent my tummy in a tizzy and I could feel the bile rising inside of me when suddenly I saw the boy’s chest rattling as if he took a deep painstaking breathe. He was still alive I heard my inner voice yelling in glee while I immediately began scrambling around.
Within moments I had a small shelter set up for the boy which protected him as well as could be expected from the wet weather. At least he wasn’t getting wet anymore from the rain and he was off of the wet ground. The boy was visibly shivering now and I knew hypothermia had probably begun to set in which was very dangerous. Removing my Gore-Tex jacket and wool pullover leaving me in nothing but my t-shirt, I tried to remove his wet clothing but he fought me even in his disoriented state. Not wanting to waste any valuable time I decided not to struggle with him and finally managed to prop him up. I somehow got my warm sweater over his upper body despite my own shivering because of the damp coldness seeping into my very core. I ignored my own trembling and got my sweater situated over his body allowing the elastic band at the bottom to hug his waist.
Even though he was soaked to the core it did little to wash away the rancid rotting like stink from his small grimy body. The kid reeked of filth forcing me wrinkle my nose at his horrible odor while making me wonder what exactly had happened to him and how he managed to get way out here. It was almost as if maybe someone had gotten tired of the boy like so much trash and then simply dumped him in the wilderness to die out here all alone. The thought of a monstrous animal like that loose out here once more set the hairs on the back of my neck on end with worry over my grandfather gnawing at me. I ignored the panic rising inside of me because all of my survival lessons had indicated it was panic which got people killed.
Sighing and shaking my head because I knew there weren’t any answers coming any time soon, I got back to work and finished by wrapping him up in my jacket which looked about three sizes too big on the smaller boy. It managed to cover him up all the way down to just above his knee, but didn’t matter because it would help keep whatever core heat he had left to warm him up. Leaning him against the tree under my makeshift shelter I fished out my thermos filled with hot cocoa. He needed a source of energy and quickly. The sweet sugary drink would allow his body to feed off this short term source of energy, not to mention since it was still hot would help warm up his insides.
“Please wake up.” I shook the kid gently because he needed to get something inside of him so his body could feed on something other than his own core energy. I paused hoping he would stir awake but nothing happened. “Please, you need to wake up if you don’t want to die.” I pleaded softly trying to urge him awake.
A small soft pleading voice seemed to penetrate the younger boy’s blissful state with memories flooding his semi-conscious state. He recalled the day of his horrible capture, the long confinement and beatings, the constant fear which had gripped his insides, and then the freedom of him wandering aimlessly along a seemingly endless track. Everything had been fine until the weather had suddenly changed and he ran out of food. Then things had gone horribly wrong and something happened which he couldn’t understand.
It had happened so suddenly with the hairs standing up on his head while a loud buzzing noise tingled all around him just before everything suddenly exploded in a brilliant light and pain filled his entire insides. The last thing he could recall was being flung up against a tree fading off into unconsciousness all his energy and will to go on completely sapped from his small body. Just before drifting off he had taken comfort in the knowledge that at least he would die on his own terms. This somehow had given him a sense of relief before blackness wrapped him up in its gentle embrace.
Then something seemed to draw him out of a deep state of contentment. He detected a presence as if someone was nearby. It took just about the last reserves of his strength to will his eyes to open which sent him immediately into a panic when they settled on a small figure hunched over him. The figure had let out such a haunting screech before scrambling backwards which had frightened the smaller boy to the point where he too tried to scramble away. The boy had been simply too weak though, no longer having any energy left to move. The other figure then surprised him and began to speak softly to him saying he was here to help and wouldn’t hurt him.
The voice was kind and genuine so the boy scrutinized the gentle spoken small figure suddenly realizing it was a boy just like him. It took him several moments to realize this because it’s been a long time since he’s had anyone else around him other than the horrible man and woman. It was his memories from the time before which let him know this was another boy. Somehow it made him feel better so he closed his eyes happy now that he wasn’t alone after all. Strange he thought to himself before drifting away, because just a short while earlier he had been happy enough to die alone. Now though he no longer needed to struggle through this by himself because it appeared as if this other boy somehow cared about him. It was now enough so he once more allowed the darkness to envelope him in its tender embrace.
Taking one last breathe of life he simply let go of this horrible world allowing his body and mind to drift away. He felt at peace, but something tugged at the edges of his thoughts. He could hear the gentle whispered pleas and the softness of someone crying. It was odd because who would be crying over him and why? He was nobody, someone who didn’t matter in this cruel world, but it was sincere so he listened to the pleading whispers of the other boy for him to fight and live. With great effort he took a breathe which rattled his chest, life once more taking hold while he drifted on the edges of awareness.
Then slowly he began to notice some changes while in his semi-conscious state. He no longer felt the continuous cold wetness falling on his chilled body and he was jostled around for several moments. There was a short lull afterwards and then he detected movement like someone was pawing at him, which made him instinctively struggle and sent a panic inside of him before the pawing stopped for some odd reason. Then there was some more jostling before a warmth began to settle over him helping to cut away some of the wind he still had been feeling. A few moments later he no longer felt the cold wind biting along his upper body. Then there was the insistent voice once more urging him to wake up. He wanted to listen and do what he was told, but it was very difficult because all he wanted to do was go back into his dark deep long sleep.
“Wake up!” I snapped at the smaller boy a bit roughly and shook him harder.
It seemed to work because slowly he opened up his hazy eyes and gazed into my face with a puzzled look on his features. “That’s good, really good. Here take a small sip of this.” I urged him seeing the smaller boy respond and take a small swallow of hot cocoa.
Suddenly his eyes perked up a bit as if he was experiencing something novel and new for the very first time. Encouraged I let him take another sip and he began to swallow it down eagerly. He looked better, but I knew we needed to get him back to the cabin and properly warmed up here really soon before the weather decided to change for the worse again. If he were hypothermic it could be fatal and the only way to get him better was to warm him up. I had a decision to make, stay here with him and try to get him warmed up or try to make a run for it bringing my grandfather back here with the ATV so we could haul him back down to the cabin.
The boy had gulped down all of the hot cocoa and was beginning to nod off. “Listen, I…I’ve got to get help because I can’t carry you down to our cabin. I promise I won’t be long.” I told him shivering because I was starting to get cold as the boy’s eyes seemed to notice for the first time that I had given him my sweater and jacket.
Digging out my other thermos of broth I handed it to him and smiled encouragingly. “It’s not much, just soup broth.” I apologized, but knowing it would give him more nourishment to boost his system and since it was still hot hopefully help warm him up as well. “It’s still nice and warm though.” I began to get up, but the boy reached out and grabbed my wrist fear etched all over his features making me scrunch up my face.
“I…I won’t be long…I promise. I’ll hurry and bring back the ATV so I can get you down to the cabin where it is warm and dry. Please…you have to understand…it’s the only way because I can tell it is going to be another cold night and you won’t survive another one.” I pleaded with him the boy’s eyes welling up with tears, but then suddenly shifting into a more neutral look and bravely let go of my wrist as if he were putting a lot of trust in me.
“Before you know it I’ll be back.” I promised getting up and without pausing another second bolted back down the hill.
My boots where heavy and clumsy, but I focused on getting down to the cabin as soon as possible so put on some speed to my pumping legs. It was a gradual slope all the way down to the bottom, but it was also slippery and I felt my footing sliding around at times. About a quarter of a mile down the trail the inevitable happened because I was trying to rush things. Suddenly my footing slipped on a slick spot and I tumbled head over heels my arm and face taking the brunt of the force when I literally bounced around and slammed into a tree.
The air whooshed out of my heaving lungs and I grunted in pain from the impact, but I ignored it knowing I had to get back up. “Fuck!” I gasped at the pain along my arm that had taken the brunt, but I ignored it and once more set a fast clip down the incline.
Then I felt the stinging sensation along the side of my face and I ran my hand over my cheek noticing some blood on my fingers. It was probably scrapped up from my tumble and I adjusted my pace not wanting to take the chance of another fall and possibly breaking my neck. Besides, my earlier pace was way too fast and I’d never be able to sustain it because the cabin was too far away. I was on the Track Team at my school and ran cross country so knew I had to maintain a certain pace. With this in mind I made a mental calculation and adjusted my speed so I was eating up the distance at a safer rate and optimizing the amount of stamina needed to get to the cabin in one piece and as soon as possible.
It was still a more rapid pace than I was used to and I could feel the strain on my lungs. I tried to concentrate on keeping my air intake in a smooth flowing manner, but after a while I could taste the blood from the cold air when it bit gratingly inside my throat and lungs. At this rate I would probably end up a bit hoarse, but the ends justified the means and it was worth a sore throat for the sake of the other boy.
After a while I fell into a rhythm with my body adjusting to the strain and before I knew it I could see the outline of the cabin in the distance. It spurred me forward and I once more kicked it into high gear expending the last of my reserves. Rounding a corner in the trail I began shouting at the top of my lungs. I could see my grandfather exit the cabin and cup his hand over his eyebrows as if trying to figure out what all the commotion was about. Even from this distance I could see his face drain of all color when he noticed it was me and the way I looked. I’m sure I was a bloody mess from my tumble not to mention completely soaked through and through with steam rising from my overheated body due to the overexertion of my twenty five minute flight down the side of the hill.
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End of Chapter Three: Cabin Fever
Coming soon Chapter Four: Mute Boy
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