Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 05
The Calm
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EXCERPT FROM MUTE BOY
“Oh PopPop, what happened to Marty. I feel so awful for him.” I sobbed with my grandfather holding and slowly rocking me in his arms while a deep kind of sadness filled the small main room of our cabin until we both busied ourselves with getting things cleaned up. It was still early with bed time several hours away so we tidied up before sitting down and having a serious discussion about what we were going to do now.
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THE CALM
The younger boy had fallen asleep quickly surprised at how tired he had been. It was as if what little strength he had left finally gave out on him. The comfort of the small bed, the warmth in the room, and the sort of calm which had settled all around the smaller boy further lulled him into a deeper state of restfulness. The other boy, Latham, had apologized for the small bed, but to Marty it was like the best sleep he’s had, ever. For a long time now he’s slept on a hard damp and cold cement floor without any covers always feeling chilled and his entire body constantly aching. Now even though his body smarted it was a different kind of ache. It wasn’t pain from being beaten or smacked around, but rather from muscles which ached because of being underused for as long as he could recall.
For the first time in a very long time he slept soundly without the typical nightmarish images haunting his dreams. Tonight they were filled with sharp images of the other boy which somehow comforted him. Most evenings when he finally fell asleep he had horrible dreams, but every once in a while there would be happier ones infiltrating his unconscious thoughts when he recalled the days from before. They were always fuzzy though as if time were playing tricks on his memories and so very unlike the one he was experiencing right now with the sharp image of Latham’s kind gentle eyes gazing at him.
A type of comforting warmth spread over his features when he thought about the other boy, seeing him in his dreams so clearly. He thought Latham’s face was kind and gentle, much more pleasing than his own, this thought now tugging at the edges of his mind because he realized he didn’t even know what he looked like. Of course he knew somewhat how he looked since he could see things like his hands and his body, but he couldn’t recall the last time he’s seen his reflection in the mirror. Even earlier when he was left alone to clean off he had inspected his body kind of curious now. Part of it had to do with comparing himself to the other boy. It’s the first time he’s seen anyone other than his ‘parents’ so he had been curious about how he sized up to the other boy.
He didn’t even bother with taking note of his bruised and battered body, something he’s become accustomed too, but he did notice how much thinner and frail he was compared to the other boy who appeared to look so much more robust and healthier. Even his pale translucent like skin looked sickly compared to Latham’s smooth pinkish one. His own body looked pathetic and weak, completely opposite to what he could only describe as Latham being more smoothly firm and fit. Even though the bigger boy had a wiry, lanky, and sleek build, his body looked strong even for a kid. To Marty, the other boy’s long neck and gentle sloping shoulders sort of seemed to balance out with his long body type.
The smaller boy had really enjoyed how it felt when the other boy was washing his hands and face feeling his thingy start to get hard. When the other boy left him alone and he had hesitantly stripped out of his clothing it got soft again making him frown wondering why it kept doing this. It was now warm in the room; the other boy had made sure of this, which Marty thought was really nice. Once out of his clothes he had taken a closer look at his thingy and jigglies. He knew they had a proper name, but he had long since forgotten such things.
Now that it was warmer in the room and his body no longer shook with cold his thingy and danglies somehow looked softer and no longer felt so tightly pressed into his body. While he was inspecting it more intensely he noticed it getting hard again, and for the first time actually took a closer look now that he wasn’t worried about his ‘parents’ catching him, completely fascinated at how it got bigger and thicker. It didn’t get really that much bigger than when it was soft, but it most definitely got really hard and pointed upwards which he thought was kind of odd making him wonder how it could do that.
Now his thoughts turned towards the other boy and he began to wonder what the other boy looked like down there and if it looked like his or did the same thing. He was curious to know if the two of them were the same size, but somehow he got the feeling Latham was probably bigger down there. It only made sense because the other boy was bigger overall with his mind once more shifting to the image of the other boy’s face.
Yes, he had to admit he thought the other boy looked kind of nice, recalling the various moments he had managed to actually take note of the boy’s features. The first thing he had noticed was the other boy’s gentle gaze through pretty eyes. Their coloration was different from the dull harsh almost dark eyes belonging to his parents. He still knew basic things like colors, numbers, and he even still knew how to read. He always tried to hold on to those types of things; especially reading. He’d read whenever he could which usually ended up being things like food wrappers or canned goods or if his ‘parents’ were in a good mood an old comic book that they’d give him. One time they had given him an old beat up puzzle book with words buried in a jumble of letters and he’d work hours on end trying to decipher all the words inside of them. Some words he didn’t understand, but he always tried to read them out loud when he was alone.
Latham’s eyes kind of puzzled him though because they weren’t dark, like his ‘parents’ brown eyes and they weren’t blue either. Those colors he understood and even the man Latham called PopPop had eyes that sort of looked blue, but not really blue in the way he would think of blue. In a way PopPop’s eyes were more gray than blue. Latham’s eyes were sort of the gray too but at the same time not that color either. Something tickled on the edges of his dreams and the color of green came to mind. It was kind of strange because green would sort of fit what he remembered for eye colors, but it wasn’t the type of green you would typically think of in the way the other boy’s eyes appeared and the color green itself, but somehow he knew Latham’s eyes would be called green. To him it didn’t much matter because the boy’s pleasant face swam and danced around giddily in his dreams while he continued to enjoy it.
For the first time since he could remember he actually enjoyed looking at another person. Both his ‘parents’ had harsh ugly features, but he thought Latham was very pretty. The bigger boy’s face looked smooth and mostly unblemished with a couple of reddened spots here and there. He didn’t really know what those red spots were, but they were kind of small and he only noticed a couple of them getting the impression they would go away soon enough. He also noticed how the other boy’s cheeks got kind of splotchy, sometimes turning a reddish kind of color which Marty thought was, well was, cute, the odd word sort of popped in his dreamy thoughts something he recalled from times gone by, but knew it was the way it described the other boy.
To Marty, the boy’s face sort of had a square or kind of long square shape, depending on how you looked, with strong features in a boyish kind of way that competed with his broad dimpled jaw line and wide forehead. He had thick wavy brown colored medium length hair a little long in the front, cut up around his ears, and cut short in the back. It was parted on the left side and combed to the right keeping his thick locks off his forehead and looking tidy. Marty’s own hair was much longer and all tangled because his ‘parents’ rarely cut it. Since he didn’t own a comb the boy barely managed to keep it from getting totally out of control by running his fingers through the matted mess.
The bigger boy also had a dusting of freckles along the bridge of his nose, between his eyebrows, and upper cheek bones. Even though Marty could tell Latham still had that kind of boyish look there was also something a bit more rugged and chiseled about his features, almost like an adult which reminded him of the other boy’s grandfather. Still overall the other boy’s innocent childlike appearance continued to outweigh his mature adult like facial structure like his wide sweeping mouth upturned at the ends in a smile which lit up his face and a petite slightly curved style nose gently sloping along the middle with nostrils that were perfectly shaped.
If this weren’t enough, Marty thought the other boy had the liveliest, active, and agile eyes with that shade of coloration he could only describe as piercing green. Within those green colored orbs were very subtle streaks of dull gray sprinkled throughout with hints of golden brown flakes near the small dark black circle at the center of his eyes. The thick round black ring along the outer edge only managed to show off the green coloration of his eyes making them pop, glitter, and piercing when he looked at the younger boy. Even the cut of Latham’s hair seemed to emphasize the intense strength of his gaze which at first seemed uncomfortable to Marty, but then began to draw him inwards into their gentle embrace. The bigger boy’s smooth barely blemished skin rounded off his youthful countenance in a striking and gentle kind of way.
There was something about the other boy which pleased Marty, and on the edges of his dream he could actually feel his thingy getting hard while he slept. In the past this would have bothered him and he would have woken up with fear gripping his insides, but tonight a deep slumbering state had washed over his entire body in its comforting embrace. The heat of the room along with the coziness of soft bed and covers didn’t allow him to wake up and he felt a warm fuzziness spread throughout his insides at the contentment he felt at the moment. He could even feel it spreading outwards from his stiff thingy as if it were bathing him in a golden kind of warm wetness.
It was then he realized something wasn’t quiet right and he struggled to wake up. It was difficult to do because he had never felt so wonderful in his life, not even when he got those tingling sensations during his beatings. During those times there was that sharp stinging pain from the metal rod the woman used on him followed by a sense of relief he felt which made his entire insides feel so alive and strangely wonderful. What he felt now spreading outwards from his hard thingy seemed similar yet somehow very different. It was confusing in his muddled state of mind because in some ways it was similar to those wonderful sensations he would get during a beating. Not the pain part of the beating, but the other part when he would get those tingly…
The rest of the thought never completely formed in his mind because he suddenly sat bolt upright all remnants of his sleepy foggy state immediately dissipating from his mind. Just the last of that dreamy thought now sent shivers up and down his spine in realization as he tried to get his bearings in a room that had gone completely black. His ears picked up the pounding rain all around him with the storm raging on. All he could make out were just vague dim shapes with panic beginning to rise inside of his small body.
It’s been a long time since something like this has happened in his sleep with dread and fear beginning to take hold and his body starting to shake uncontrollably because he knew what happened meant he’d be getting a beating for sure. Then in the back of his mind he could hear the familiar voice urging him to trust the other boy. He was reminded of what the bigger boy had told him just before he drifted off to sleep. Marty’s learned to trust the voice which would sometimes pop up at the most unexpected times, and it was now telling him to put the same trust into this other boy as Latham’s words sunk into his thoughts.
“I know it isn’t much, but you should be warm and comfortable enough. Later on when I go to bed I’ll add some more logs on to the fire. I’ll be out in the other room and when I go to bed I’ll be sleeping right over there.” The bigger boy had pointed out the bed Marty had sat on when getting cleaned up listening while the boy continued to talk. “Promise me if you need anything you will come to me.” The boy had pleaded which made Marty furl his eyebrows a bit confused because it had been so sincere. “Promise?” The other boy had insisted with Marty finally agreeing and nodding his head making the other boy smile, which oddly made him feel good too.
Then the strangest thing of all had happened with the older boy leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. It had triggered another memory from long ago when a hazy figure, a woman, had done the same thing, her sweet perfume and soapy fragrant scent lingering for a time even after she had gotten up and left. The gesture confused him because a warm sensation had spread throughout his insides and he could feel his thingy getting hard again. It also frustrated him a little because there were so many things he just didn’t understand as he had watched the boy go over to the funny shaped stove and toss in some wood making sure the room was warm enough for him.
His eyes had drifted towards the gap between the other boy’s legs, his curiosity compelling him to look, with his gaze settling on the obvious bulge pressing against Latham’s pants. It was right where he knew Latham’s thingy and jigglies were located, and for some reason it sent a shiver of excitement coursing through his body. The size of the bulge kind of surprised him because he knew it was way bigger than the small lump which always showed down there between his own legs. He continued to watch the boy so long as he could, but he had been too tired and before he knew it sleep had taken over.
Now with the room plunged in darkness, the boy sat on the bed with his knees drawn up to his chest in an almost instinctive protective manner while Marty gazed around trying to make things out. It was strange just how dark it was in the room because even in his old basement where his ‘parents’ kept him there was always a little light shining through the small windows along the walls by the ceiling. Now that he thought on it he realized it must have come from somewhere outside, maybe from a nearby street, but the cabin was nowhere near any streets or anything. With the storm raging outside it only made sense to him that not even the moon or stars were visible throwing everything all around into a deep darkened state. He could sort of make out some shapes inside the small room, but nothing distinctive. Coming to a decision he tossed aside the covers stirring around the stale air and crinkling his nose at the odd scent while he crawled out of bed.
After I had put Marty to bed my grandfather and I had tried to keep ourselves busy by witling away the time with little tasks before sitting down and discussing the kid. We pieced together what little information we knew about the smaller boy trying to figure out what we were going to do. My grandfather admitted with the weather being what it was he didn’t want to try taking the small boat across the lake so for now we would stay at the cabin. Since the kid seemed to have some sort of connection with me he thought it best I try to continue communicating with the boy while he remained more in the background.
It didn’t take long for the excitement of the day to catch up to me and it also looked like it had been a long one for Pops as well. So we both decided to call it a night with PopPop lighting the second Coleman lantern for me to use since it was truly dark tonight. Heading into my room Marty was fast asleep, his small form barely noticeable under the covers. Adding more wood to the small pot belly stove I banked it so the heat would smolder all night giving enough heat to keep it cozy in the room. After that I had slipped out of my clothes and in nothing but my white boy’s briefs and t-shirt slipped under the covers with thoughts of the day’s events swirling around in my mind.
Laying in bed my eyes gazed at the small figure along the other wall. An odd sensation crept over me, almost like a protective feeling towards the boy mixed in with something else I couldn’t quite understand. Shaking away the oddity of the moment I reached over and turned of the Coleman lantern my gaze on the small delicate netted wick glowing softly the light dissipating now that no gas was getting to it until it went completely dark. A few moments later I had closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Unlike the previous evening this one was filled with dreams that were pleasant as images of Joey once more filled my imagination while sprinkled here and there of the very adorably cute Marty. My mind kept focusing on Joey sitting there in the locker room completely naked while I walked down the isle and the way he blushed quickly covering himself up. Even in my slumbering state I could feel the twitching of my erection pressing against my tight boy’s briefs. I was lusting after Joey with my fantasy dwelling on the cute boy as we began to do some naughty things together in my dreams.
For some odd reason even Marty’s image began to take shape and my eyes began to focus on his small little tight package barely concealed beneath his damp wet pajama bottoms while he lay there on the table in the middle of our cabin. Even the outline of his penis was distinctly discernable in my dreams as I recalled how his small sprout and tightly packed purse had looked when I saw him lying there and took notice for the very first time. In my dreams I began to reach out for him while Joey was doing something I couldn’t quite make out, but was most definitely very pleasing to my hard penis.
The dream had turned very sexual in nature, which was both very disturbing yet also something I didn’t want to end. The idea of having a sexual fantasy with other boys was a bit confusing for me; especially, since technically I had a girlfriend and she most definitely turned me on in that sort of way. Now though, even in my subconscious state I could feel my stiff penis twitching around excitedly with the familiar erotic churning burning sensation beginning to take hold letting me know of my impending orgasm. It was as if I could actually feel the sensuous touching of Joey’s delicate fingers on my torrid equipment with a shaking sensation also beginning to take hold over my body.
All of this was reminiscent of my body shuddering in ecstasy, yet somehow I knew this isn’t what this was while I struggled with the direction my dream had taken me. My mind screamed to wake up before the inevitable happened and almost as if on cue I felt my body being shaken awake and I suddenly sat bolt upright in my bed the last remnant images of Joey’s fingers wrapped around my thick erection slipping away in my conscious state.
For the first several seconds I was a bit disoriented and I dipped my hand beneath the warmth of my blanket running it over the front of my underwear feeling my extremely sensitive stiff penis protest. It was pitch black in the room and I could hear the hard pelting of rain against the thick logs of the cabin. In the background the rumbling of thunder began to pick up reminding me that we were still in the middle of a storm which had gripped the region.
Pinching the tip of my knob I shuddered because it felt tender. I had come close to having my very first wet dream ever, reminding me I hadn’t taken care of my typical hormonal teenage needs before slipping into bed. I don’t know why I hadn’t jacked off getting my rocks off since it normally only took a minute or two. Maybe it was because of Marty sleeping close by, and with me having been a bit exhausted I had simply gone to sleep instead of following my usual ritual. This definitely was something I needed to watch out for in the future if I didn’t want to risk the embarrassment of spewing my cream smoothie while dead asleep; especially, if I had one of my friends sleeping over. I never had to worry about something like this before, but with the uncertainties of puberty running amuck and creating havoc on my body I’d have to be extra careful about those sorts of things in the future.
My fingers brushed over the small little dime sized damp spot on my underwear right at the spot where the tip of my knob was pressing against my briefs reminding me just how close I had come to totally spewing my seed while asleep. It now made me wonder why I had even woken up; especially, in regards to the fact I had most surely been completely out of it. Of course I knew boys sometimes woke up when they had an orgasm while asleep, but I had actually woken up right before it happened, almost as if shaken and roused from my sleep. It didn’t make sense to me because I knew once a boy was gripped in such a wild sexual fantasy it usually ended up with them letting it come to some sort of resolution, and in most cases in regards to boys going through puberty, this sort of conclusion normally meant a wet dream.
Then something grabbed my attention in the darkened room as if there was some movement close by. For a second fear gripped my insides until I realized the only explanation for this was it must be Marty. Reaching out a hand towards the spot I had detected some movement I brushed up against the boy’s leg feeling him flinch.
“Marty?” I whispered. “Is that you…is everything alright?” I asked quietly the only answer the soft nervous rasping of his breathing before I noticed something else, the familiar stale ammonia like scent assaulting my nose.
Taking a guess I moved my hand and brushed it across the front of his pajama bottoms. This time the boy didn’t even flinch at my light touch, not even when it brushed across the small lump of his soft penis, the unmistakable dampness making me frown. I felt a little bad for the kid sighing and understanding what he was going through.
“It’s alright Marty. Don’t worry about it. The same thing used to happen to me at times not all too long ago. We’ll get you all cleaned up in a jiffy.” I whispered reaching out and tugging on his shirt.
The smaller boy immediately reacted grabbing on to my hands nervously. “Marty, we’ve got to get you cleaned up and into something dry. It’s alright and you don’t have to worry. I mean it’s not like I can see anything since it is so damn dark in here.” I assured him pretty sure he didn’t want to be seen naked, but sensing the boy still hesitating.
I mean it had to be embarrassing for him to wet himself in bed as it was, and on top of it having to strip naked in front of a virtual stranger. Sure I’ve stripped naked before in front of others, but somehow that seemed different since for the most part it had been at school in front of other kids I knew. These days taking a shower at school wasn’t such a big deal, but it had been kind of awkward at first.
“Listen Marty I know it is a little embarrassing, but I swear I can’t see a thing. I mean it’s pretty dark in here and you probably can’t see too much of me either. Come-on let’s get you cleaned up. I even have a bottle of water by my bed and we can wash the sticky yucky stuff off before tucking you back into bed.” I promised patting his hand in the darkness for a moment before reaching out and placing my fingers along his waist.
The other boy hesitated for a moment deciding if he could trust me and then let his hand fall to his side in permission. Not wanting to make him nervous I didn’t say anything and hooked my thumbs in his pajama bottoms quickly tugging them down. They slid easily down his legs and I felt his hands touching my shoulders for stability when I removed them from his ankles. The pajama bottoms felt heavy as if they were pretty well soaked so I tossed them off to the side feeling a bit guilty that I hadn’t suggested he go pee before going to bed.
Reaching up I placed my hand against Marty’s stomach and allowed my fingers to slide downwards. The pajama top was fairly long hanging down around his thighs and I felt my fingers once more brushing across his small bulge. It didn’t feel so small now, not like when I had seen him sopping wet and cold on the table. Still I could tell they were typical for an eleven or twelve year old boy before puberty has set in. The feel of a small penis brushing across the back of my fingers sent a thrilling sensation all along my insides, but I didn’t linger on it because it would make the boy nervous about what I was doing so my hand continued downwards along the fabric.
Sighing softly I spoke up. “Yeah, just as I thought your pajama top is damp too along the bottom front. Here let’s get you out of them.” I told him softly working on the buttons and removing his shirt while the slow rumbling of thunder seemed to be getting closer.
The smaller boy tensed up and I felt his body shifting slightly as if he were craning his head to take a look towards the other side of the room. “It’s only a thunderstorm Marty and you are perfectly safe inside the cabin. If lightning does strike it’s grounded.” I offered up, and realizing he might not understand what it meant, I added. “It means if lightning does hit the cabin it will simply be grounded into the ground and it won’t hurt anything.” I spoke softly focusing on the soft material in my hand.
Instead of tossing his pajama top off to the side with his bottoms I held on to it rotating the material in my hands. Folding them in a way so I had a dry spot to work with I leaned over and blindly looked for my small bottle of water I normally kept on the floor by my bedside. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night with a dry throat so always had to drink close by.
Pouring some of it over a clean area on the soft material of the pajama tops I paused for a moment. “Alright Marty I put some clean water on your pajama tops and will use it to clean you off real quick, but it might be a little cold at first.” I informed him and immediately got to work without waiting for a response.
Running the damp material over his stomach first I felt him flinch at the initial contact, but he didn’t do anything to stop me. Working quickly I now ran the cloth along his waist towards the back making sure to get his butt cheeks. I didn’t linger long anywhere and just basically made sure to get him cleaned up as quickly as possible.
“Spread apart you legs.” I commanded tapping his inner thigh feeling the boy respond automatically while I dampened the cloth again before quickly washing off his thighs.
The smaller boy’s soft gentle hands were still resting lightly on my shoulders for stability while I worked and he had stepped up between my legs. I could tell he was standing very close to me and if I could actually see I just knew his young boy goods were probably staring me right in the face. I could even smell the faint odor of urine now mixed in with a bit of fresh clean water making me shiver excitedly that a naked boy was standing so close.
Pausing once more I hesitated because there was only one spot left. I thought about speaking up about it, but decided it would be best to just get it over with as I now unfolded his pajama bottoms. Adjusting the material so it now draped over my hand loosely instead of all bunched up, I found a dry spot and poured some more water over it and went for it. Reaching out I found the right spot just about in front of my face and literally wrapped my fingers around his goods. The boy didn’t even flinch, as if me groping his small boy penis and ball sack didn’t even bother him, which I thought odd.
A thrill coursed through my body because this was literally the first time I have ever felt another boy’s goods in my hand. Sure I had the soft material between his stuff and my hand, but the wet fabric did very little to conceal the feel of what he was packing between his legs while I ran my fingers along the short length of his penis. It didn’t seem as puny anymore like when I had seen him earlier, but they were still kind of small. It sort of felt as if he were cut, which didn’t really surprise me, and if I were to guess I figured it was probably about two and a half inches long in total reminding me of what mine was like not all too long ago. His slightly thicker knob felt about the same size as his shaft maybe slightly smaller at about an inch or so long.
My body began to tingle all over and my own penis immediately chubbed up making me thankful that it was pitch black in the room. I didn’t linger long at all on his rubbery like tube, just long enough to twirl the wet material over his small boy penis. It was pretty much only about a second or two and I could feel his pecker begin to stir as if he was going to pop a stiffie so immediately released it and moved down wrapping the tips of my fingers along his tight round ping pong sized boy baubles. I could feel his two little cherry sized testicles contract slightly at the initial contact so quickly wiped his purse clean only staying a second or two feeling my own penis twitching around excitedly.
For a moment it felt like I was going to blow my nut because it was so sexually stimulating for me, which only managed to reinforce how worked up I still was without having taken care of my typical needs before going to sleep. Pushing those thoughts aside I dumped his pajama tops off to the side where I figured his bottoms were located. Patting the smaller boy’s waist letting him know we were all done, I sighed with the breath catching in my throat because even though it may have been an awkward situation it nevertheless had been kind of a sexy experience. For all practical purposes it had been like feeling up another boy for the first time and even though I hadn’t actually felt skin on skin it was no less excitingly stimulating for me.
“Um…there…all finished. That wasn’t so bad now was it?” I asked when suddenly the whole room was lit up for a split second followed by the loud cracking of thunder.
The smaller boy immediately flinched at the suddenness of the lightning, his fingers instinctively clutching firmly on my shoulders. Even I had jolted my heart leaping in my throat while my eyes flared out in wide surprise because right there and only a few inches in front of my face, revealed in all its glory for a split second, was a stunningly beautiful spectacle. It had been very brief, but I could clearly see the shaft of the boy’s small penis with its bullet shaped knob, and just beneath it all, the smooth rounded tight knoll which hugged against the boy’s body tightly.
Even though it had been quick, everything about it was burned in my mind. Since he was standing so close in front of me his small boy packet was basically the only thing I saw with his small sized penis pointing out from his body and away from a pale hairless slate of ivory colored skin. Of course I had figured he was still hairless down there, but the brief glimpse reaffirmed my suspicions. Everything about the briefly illuminated moment had been beautiful before it all plunged back into darkness.
I swallowed the lump in my throat speaking up before this frightful event could settle into the smaller boy since it was obvious the thunder and lightning was a bit scary for him. “Here, let’s get you into something dry. I’ve got the perfect thing.” I announced noticing how the boy seemed to have settled down once more while my hands on his waist gently urged him to shift slightly off to the side.
I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me how the boy would be frightened about the thunder and lightning. From what I could tell he must have been right there close to the top of Cold Springs Lookout when the lightning must have struck the other night. I’m sure it had probably been a very terrifying experience for Marty; especially, out there in the dark completely soaked and all alone.
Kneeling down in front of my bed I opened up the lower right drawer and rummaged through it of a few seconds smiling when my hands came across something very familiar. Closing the drawer I stood up and reached out blindly trying to locate the boy. My hand brushed along Marty’s upper arm the boy flinching slightly at my touch. It wasn’t out of fear, but rather a natural reaction since he couldn’t see what was going on.
The room was so damn dark it reminded me of the spelunking trip I went on last year with the school. We were deep in the bowels of the earth when the guide instructed everyone to turn off their flashlights and head lamps. The entire cave plunged into complete darkness and as time passed while the man continued to talk it became obviously clear to everyone that our eyes would never adjust. It was pitch black and the point was how easy it would be to get lost in these caverns and never find our way out if we didn’t have some other source of light.
The small room wasn’t totally dark like the cave, but we were out in the middle of nowhere with a thick bank of stormy clouds blocking out virtually any light from the stars or moon. Along with the surrounding canopy of trees, it sure enough blocked out most of any lingering light plunging the entire room into darkness.
Running my fingers along the neckline of the shirt in my hand I found the tag indicating the back and stepped closer to the smaller boy sliding it over his head. “Here you go Marty. This shirt used to belong to my dad. He was a big tall guy like PopPop, but with broad shoulders and a strong body. I sometimes wear it to bed at night because it sort of reminds me of him. I loved the cologne he used to wear and even though his shirt’s been washed many times I still sometimes think I can smell him. When I’m feeling alone and afraid it always helps me fall asleep.” I explained settling the shirt over his small frame my hands tugging on the edges noting how it hung loosely over his small body coming all the way down past his calves.
Just then another flash of light and loud cracking of thunder made the small cabin shudder on its foundation. The suddenness of it even made me jump and yelp out a sharp squeak of fear and surprise making my heart thunder in my chest. On the other hand the smaller boy never uttered a sound, but in the brief flash of light I saw him jerk as well his eyes flying open widely in complete fear. Then to my surprise I felt his body pressing up against mine and he held on while the thunder rattled the small cabin.
The storm was all around us at the moment and I instinctively wrapped my arm around the small boy feeling him shivering for a moment before he stiffened up and to my disappointment took a step back. It was as if even despite the obvious fear from the thunderstorm, actually showing a connection to anyone else was even more of a terrifying prospect for the little guy. Sighing, I reached out and gently patted his arm reassuringly.
“It’s alright Marty. That one even caught me off guard for a second and if you hadn’t grabbed on to me first I would have done it to you. Anyway, why don’t you crawl into my bed? It’s a little small and will be tight, but I’m sure there is enough room for both of us since yours is wet.” I urged the smaller boy guiding him under the covers of my bed.
“I’ll be right back I’m just going to add some more wood to the stove to keep it toasty warm in our room until morning.” I told him making my way over towards the corner of the room knowing exactly where I needed to go and how many steps to take since I’ve done it so often in the past.
Kneeling down next to the potbelly stove I used a couple of split logs to open up the small hatch allowing soft light to spill inside the small room. Now that I could see I glanced over at the other boy in my bed and smiled fondly at him noticing how the boy’s eyes were staring at the lump between my legs. In my current position they were slightly spread outwards exposing the outline of my goods in the soft light spilling out into the room now. The overt gaze made my semi-hard penis twitch around excitedly. It was both embarrassing and flattering since I had a slight stiffie going on and with my boy’s briefs being a tad tight on me I was sure it left little to the imagination. Not wanting to make an issue of it I ignored the boy’s gaze focusing on putting some wood into the potbelly stove feeling my semi-hard penis slowly deflate.
Shoving the coals towards the back I began banking the wood so it could smolder when I heard a soft knocking on my door. “Yeah, we’re up Pops.” I called out the door slowly opening up and more light from my grandfather’s Coleman gas lantern lighting up the small room.
“I just wanted to check in on you boys since the storm seems to be picking up.” My grandfather stated noticing how Marty was in my bed and glancing towards me questioningly. “Are you two alright?”
“Um…yeah PopPop everything is fine. Marty just had an accident is all, but I told him it used to happen to me all the time.” I replied glancing towards the smaller boy and smiling trying to set his mind at ease because he seemed a bit tense and was watching my grandfather closely.
“Oh…I see.” My grandfather nodded stepping down into my room and making his way towards the smaller boy.
Marty stiffened and his eyes flared wider for a split second in fear before suddenly shifting into a more neutral appearance. It wasn’t the first time I’ve noticed this sort of thing which I thought was a really odd reaction. He seemed very good at concealing his emotion always trying to keep a disinterested kind of demeanor.
My grandfather had noticed as well so now tried to smile reassuringly towards the boy and hesitated briefly before taking a seat on my bed. Even though it no longer showed on Marty’s face I knew the boy was afraid, remaining completely motionless as if waiting for some punishment to be directed towards him. It never came with my grandfather instead reaching over and patting the boy affectionately on the cheek exhaling in a deep gentle sigh.
“It’s alright my boy these things tend to happen sometimes; especially, when you end up in a new bed somewhere out in the middle of nowhere.” PopPop chuckled, the boy relaxing slightly yet remaining alert. “Anyway, I take it my grandson managed to take care of you all proper like?” He asked waiting patiently for the other boy to respond.
Marty furled his eyebrows hesitating a moment not sure if he was supposed to respond. When my grandfather continued to sit there and arch his eyebrows at the boy questioningly, it finally seemed to sink in. The smaller boy nodded his head eliciting another response from PopPop.
“Good, I’d have expected no less from Latham since he’s gone through this on occasion as well.” He nodded knowingly and shifted his gaze towards me now. “How about I take his soiled pajamas and I’ll rinse them out before hanging them up by the stove so they can dry?” He asked while I nodded my head using some of the wood pieces to close up the hatch on the stove.
“Yeah sounds like a good idea.” I stated standing up and walking towards the vacant bed where Marty had been sleeping before he wet it. “What about his bedding?” I asked.
“Those too,” my grandfather grunted reaching over and picking up Marty’s soiled pajamas before standing up. “I’ll clean it up and then hang them as well.” He offered up while I bunched everything up and handed them over to PopPop.
The man smiled at me fondly before giving me a tender kiss on the forehead. He turned towards the other boy and crushing the soiled stuff in his right arm towards his body, placed his left hand on a vacant spot of the mattress before leaning over and giving Marty a kiss on his forehead as well.
“Don’t worry son it’ll be alright…you’ll see. Come tomorrow you will be able to wear the pajamas again.” He smiled fondly before stooping over and picking up the lantern with his left hand. “Hurry up Latham and hop in bed before I close the door and you stub your toe on something in the dark room he chuckled teasingly while I rolled my eyes.
It was a bit cramped in the small bed, but I scooted next to the warmth of Marty’s body and got settled under the blanket. “Goodnight boys and sleep tight.” My grandfather told us before closing the door with the room plunging back into darkness.
After my grandfather left the two of us shifted around a bit finding a comfortable position. We both ended up lying on our left side and I snuggled up to the warmth of Marty’s body draping my right arm over his torso and across his chest. I felt him stiffening up, his body trembling as if the contact frightened him.
“It’s alright Marty.” I sighed softly nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck and held him a tad tighter. “It’s a tight fit in this small bed, but I like cuddling up to you. That is if it is…um…you know…alright?” I asked with everything getting real quiet for several long moments.
It started to become a bit awkward when he didn’t respond in any way remaining all stiff. I was just getting ready to roll over on my other side thinking maybe he didn’t want this from me when I felt his body finally relax and his hand patting mine as if letting me know it was alright. I smiled happily and gave him a little squeeze letting him know I appreciated the gesture with the two of us remaining spooned together.
The boy still had a slight sour rank kind of odor mixed in with that clean fresh water scent. Underneath it all was an almost distinct kind of sweet boy scent which could only be something I would describe as unique to him and him alone. It all reminded me how maybe come tomorrow we should try having him get cleaned up properly by taking a nice hot shower. It wasn’t that he smelled horrible or anything, just bad enough to let me know he needed a proper shower. In a way his earthy like scent made me shiver lustfully and combined with the closeness of his lean warm body to mine I felt myself beginning to chub up.
We lay there cuddled up together, a warm feeling spreading throughout my insides at having the boy so close to me. Within moments I could hear the steady rhythmic breathing from the boy indicating he had slipped back asleep. It seemed to have happened quickly reminding me how the boy must still be exhausted from his ordeal as I hugged him tighter to me and whispered softly in his ear.
“What happened to you?” I wondered softly, a teardrop slipping down the side of my cheek while I sniffled because deep down I instinctively knew something awful had happened to the boy. “You’re safe now Marty. I’ll protect you…I…I swear.” I promised the boy while he slept in my arms feeling him stirring slightly.
The smaller boy shifted in his sleep cuddling closer towards me so his back was pressing up firmer against my chest. His butt cheeks pressed snuggly against my groin, and my penis immediately lurched back awake bloating up fully, now that it was nuzzled up against the warm softness of the boy’s backside. I instinctively rocked my hips forward feeling my erection slipping between the boy’s narrow butt crease as it rubbed against the soft cottony fabric of my father’s old shirt. My body shivered at the stimulating sensation and I forced myself to stop because I could feel the familiar churning of my boy juices which threatened to erupt like a volcano.
My body was trembling with my pubescent hormones bubbling to the surface. My balls began to ache and I knew if I didn’t take care of things I’d end up with blue balls, but I was kind of stuck. It wasn’t as if I could do much about the situation with Marty sleeping right next to me. I was horny as all fuck and it didn’t help that there was another warm body right next to me. Without realizing it my hand had somehow slithered downwards between Marty’s legs with my fingers tracing the outline of his small soft boy penis which was all scrunched up because of the way the boy was curled up in his sleep. Sighing I forced myself to release him feeling ashamed about how I had groped Marty while he was sleeping.
“Fuck it.” I whispered the entire situation finally too much for me to handle as I rolled on my back and tossed aside my covers.
Shoving down the front of my tight warm briefs I tucked the gummy band below my swollen boy sack exposing my goods to the elements and bending my knees slightly let them spread outwards. Of course it was pitch black in the room, but I really didn’t need any light to know what I was doing. Something like this came naturally as I ran my finger along the length of my swollen rubbery like tube stopping at the tip of my knob. It was damp and I could feel my thumb sliding around through my boy goop since pre-cum was leaching out from my slit like oil bubbling up through the ground.
My thick stalk felt extremely warm and I knew it wouldn’t take much before I spewed all over the place. Not that it ever really took much for me to explode, but lately I’ve been trying to make things last a little longer. So instead of getting right to it I decided to play around with myself a little by spreading the slimy substance over my sensitive glans and down along the length of my penis. It was strange how I could actually feel the pre-cum bubbling up from between my pee slit to actually slide down along the sides of my shaft. I’ve never leaked this much before and continued to run my fingers lightly over my twitching sprout careful not to over stimulate myself.
In a way it felt wonderful being continuously on the edge like this as I felt my testicles jerking around at times when my left hand squeezed them firmly. Even though I was being careful I knew things would be coming to a head here before long. I could already feel my impending orgasm and I had only been playing with myself for about a minute or so. Suddenly I felt Marty shifting and I froze thinking he must have woken up trying to listen despite the thundering noise in my chest and ears from my rapidly beating heart.
The boy had rolled on his back and I could feel his right leg sliding along the top of my left thigh. The way his soft skin felt when it slid along my inner thigh made me shiver and I felt my body jerk at the sensuous nature of it. My body suddenly stiffened up almost as if I was going to spew and I grunted trying to hold back the tidal wave. Panic took hold because if the boy was awake and I had an orgasm it would be kind of an awkward situation to try explaining away.
Marty’s leg finally came to rest bumping right up against my groin and rubbing along the side of my puffy ball sack making me groan and shiver because it felt so wonderful. Even the warmth of his body settling right up against me felt somehow stimulating. It was an innocent kind of contact, but still erotic because I’ve never been touched down there by anyone else, even if it was another boy’s leg. My whole body felt like it was on fire because of this innocent touching and my breathing came in rasping gasps since this had now evolved to a whole new level for me as I tried to determine if the other boy was awake.
“Marty?” I whispered knowing the boy wouldn’t answer but if he was awake he’d more than likely at least move to let me know.
Listening for any indication of the boy being awake all I detected was the steady rhythmic breathing right next to me. I could feel the heat from Marty’s body and the slight movement from his breathing indicating he was fast asleep. Without realizing it my right fist had wrapped around my four and a half inch swollen sprig and was slowly pumping up and down with my attention suddenly focused on the rising sensation deep inside of me.
It no longer mattered to me if Marty was awake or not because my hormonal animalistic teenaged side had now taken over and I was too far along to stop it. With Marty’s right leg draped over my left thigh, and his body butted up right next to me, it made things a bit awkward because my left arm was pinned. Managing to wriggle it free I let it plop down to the left of me while my right fist continued to pump my twitching basilisk. Without realizing it my left hand settled right over the top of Marty’s groin with my eyes flying open in surprise.
“Oh gawd.” I croaked because my left hand instinctively curled around Marty’s penis which had become completely hard with my fingers tracing the outline of his three inch erection before I fisted it completely, fabric and all.
With the boy sleeping on his back his penis was pointing horizontally towards his head as my fingers curled around it firmly. The way we were positioned the base of his shaft ended up along the groove of my thumb and finger while the tip of his penis barely poked out on the pinky side of my fist in what I could only describe as a reverse type of grip.
Even though the soft fabric of my father’s shirt covered up the other boy’s small sleek erection, it did very little to conceal the heat and rigidness of the boy’s goods as I slowly squeezed it. Suddenly I felt it begin to twitch and jerk around in my fist while his body stiffened up, and I instinctively knew the smaller boy was having an orgasm in his sleep, which I thought was wickedly sexy hot. That’s all it took with my own body suddenly seizing as well while my right hand constricted around my thick erection tightly milking it and my left hand clamped down firmly around Marty’s smaller spike which continued to vibrate in my fingers.
With Marty sleeping right next to me in his own silent and stiffened orgasmic fit, I tried to choke off the grunts of rapture while my climax ripped through my insides, but I couldn’t hold it back. “Rrrrrph, uuuumph, uuuumph, uuumph.” I hissed as softly as possible while my body jerked and I felt my testicles contract.
When my swollen nuggets contracted upwards I felt the familiar burning sensation rip through the inside of my fatty before something finally ejected at the tip end from my slit providing me with that euphoric sense of release. No sooner had my ejaculate erupted from the tip end of my knob when I felt a few drops splattering along my cheek and lips. Another quick spasm followed with a few more drops splattering against my stomach and a tiny amount oozing over the tip of my knob to slide along the length of my shaft.
Then without warning it was all over, leaving me gasping and panting for air. “Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd,” I whispered the high quickly fading away leaving me all spent in a good way as I now swiveled my head towards the other boy with panic once more clutching my insides.
Listening I sighed in relief because the other boy was still fast asleep, which I thought odd because I didn’t think a guy could sleep through an orgasm much less not even make a sound or squirm around. “Oh shit,” I chirped realizing I was still hanging on to Marty’s erection, which seemed to be deflating rapidly, so immediately released him.
The boy may have still been asleep, but it didn’t mean he might not wake up for whatever reason. There was no way I was going to try explaining why I had been messing with his boy goods; especially, since I was totally confused by the whole incident myself on many levels not knowing why I had groped him and inadvertently gave him an orgasm. Wiping away the slime from my cheek and mouth I rubbed the rest of it into my chest and stomach before pulling my underwear back into place over my soft pouch and damp shriveled up satiated worm. My wet clammy penis didn’t bother me in the slightest because I knew it would dry up soon enough on its own and I’d simply clean myself up in the morning when I had a bit of privacy.
Reaching for the blanket I covered us back up and without bothering to shift around simply allowed myself to fall asleep now that my needs were satiated. A sort of calmness surrounded us now and even the storm seemed to have settled down a bit as the rain, thunder, and lightning finally gave way to quietness. I knew it was merely a lull in the weather with it probably picking back up come morning, but for now I welcomed the peaceful tranquility and sank deeper into my dreams.
It was kind of strange, but even though I had satisfied my hormonal needs it still didn’t stop me from fantasizing about sex while I slept. It started out with my girlfriend, but quickly evolved into fantasies of Joey to my utter frustration which I felt even in my unconscious state. Even though I knew dreams of this type were normal for a boy, it still didn’t help ease my mind about it. It was still confusing for me while I slept and I knew come morning I wouldn’t be able to shake away the awkwardness of my feelings that have been popping up lately. Despite how it bewildered me, and how I felt about it all, I still managed to sleep soundly feeling comforted in a way with the smaller boy slumbering right next to me within the embrace of a calm tranquility all around us.
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End of Chapter Five: The Calm
Coming soon Chapter Six: Day Terrors
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EXCERPT FROM MUTE BOY
“Oh PopPop, what happened to Marty. I feel so awful for him.” I sobbed with my grandfather holding and slowly rocking me in his arms while a deep kind of sadness filled the small main room of our cabin until we both busied ourselves with getting things cleaned up. It was still early with bed time several hours away so we tidied up before sitting down and having a serious discussion about what we were going to do now.
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THE CALM
The younger boy had fallen asleep quickly surprised at how tired he had been. It was as if what little strength he had left finally gave out on him. The comfort of the small bed, the warmth in the room, and the sort of calm which had settled all around the smaller boy further lulled him into a deeper state of restfulness. The other boy, Latham, had apologized for the small bed, but to Marty it was like the best sleep he’s had, ever. For a long time now he’s slept on a hard damp and cold cement floor without any covers always feeling chilled and his entire body constantly aching. Now even though his body smarted it was a different kind of ache. It wasn’t pain from being beaten or smacked around, but rather from muscles which ached because of being underused for as long as he could recall.
For the first time in a very long time he slept soundly without the typical nightmarish images haunting his dreams. Tonight they were filled with sharp images of the other boy which somehow comforted him. Most evenings when he finally fell asleep he had horrible dreams, but every once in a while there would be happier ones infiltrating his unconscious thoughts when he recalled the days from before. They were always fuzzy though as if time were playing tricks on his memories and so very unlike the one he was experiencing right now with the sharp image of Latham’s kind gentle eyes gazing at him.
A type of comforting warmth spread over his features when he thought about the other boy, seeing him in his dreams so clearly. He thought Latham’s face was kind and gentle, much more pleasing than his own, this thought now tugging at the edges of his mind because he realized he didn’t even know what he looked like. Of course he knew somewhat how he looked since he could see things like his hands and his body, but he couldn’t recall the last time he’s seen his reflection in the mirror. Even earlier when he was left alone to clean off he had inspected his body kind of curious now. Part of it had to do with comparing himself to the other boy. It’s the first time he’s seen anyone other than his ‘parents’ so he had been curious about how he sized up to the other boy.
He didn’t even bother with taking note of his bruised and battered body, something he’s become accustomed too, but he did notice how much thinner and frail he was compared to the other boy who appeared to look so much more robust and healthier. Even his pale translucent like skin looked sickly compared to Latham’s smooth pinkish one. His own body looked pathetic and weak, completely opposite to what he could only describe as Latham being more smoothly firm and fit. Even though the bigger boy had a wiry, lanky, and sleek build, his body looked strong even for a kid. To Marty, the other boy’s long neck and gentle sloping shoulders sort of seemed to balance out with his long body type.
The smaller boy had really enjoyed how it felt when the other boy was washing his hands and face feeling his thingy start to get hard. When the other boy left him alone and he had hesitantly stripped out of his clothing it got soft again making him frown wondering why it kept doing this. It was now warm in the room; the other boy had made sure of this, which Marty thought was really nice. Once out of his clothes he had taken a closer look at his thingy and jigglies. He knew they had a proper name, but he had long since forgotten such things.
Now that it was warmer in the room and his body no longer shook with cold his thingy and danglies somehow looked softer and no longer felt so tightly pressed into his body. While he was inspecting it more intensely he noticed it getting hard again, and for the first time actually took a closer look now that he wasn’t worried about his ‘parents’ catching him, completely fascinated at how it got bigger and thicker. It didn’t get really that much bigger than when it was soft, but it most definitely got really hard and pointed upwards which he thought was kind of odd making him wonder how it could do that.
Now his thoughts turned towards the other boy and he began to wonder what the other boy looked like down there and if it looked like his or did the same thing. He was curious to know if the two of them were the same size, but somehow he got the feeling Latham was probably bigger down there. It only made sense because the other boy was bigger overall with his mind once more shifting to the image of the other boy’s face.
Yes, he had to admit he thought the other boy looked kind of nice, recalling the various moments he had managed to actually take note of the boy’s features. The first thing he had noticed was the other boy’s gentle gaze through pretty eyes. Their coloration was different from the dull harsh almost dark eyes belonging to his parents. He still knew basic things like colors, numbers, and he even still knew how to read. He always tried to hold on to those types of things; especially reading. He’d read whenever he could which usually ended up being things like food wrappers or canned goods or if his ‘parents’ were in a good mood an old comic book that they’d give him. One time they had given him an old beat up puzzle book with words buried in a jumble of letters and he’d work hours on end trying to decipher all the words inside of them. Some words he didn’t understand, but he always tried to read them out loud when he was alone.
Latham’s eyes kind of puzzled him though because they weren’t dark, like his ‘parents’ brown eyes and they weren’t blue either. Those colors he understood and even the man Latham called PopPop had eyes that sort of looked blue, but not really blue in the way he would think of blue. In a way PopPop’s eyes were more gray than blue. Latham’s eyes were sort of the gray too but at the same time not that color either. Something tickled on the edges of his dreams and the color of green came to mind. It was kind of strange because green would sort of fit what he remembered for eye colors, but it wasn’t the type of green you would typically think of in the way the other boy’s eyes appeared and the color green itself, but somehow he knew Latham’s eyes would be called green. To him it didn’t much matter because the boy’s pleasant face swam and danced around giddily in his dreams while he continued to enjoy it.
For the first time since he could remember he actually enjoyed looking at another person. Both his ‘parents’ had harsh ugly features, but he thought Latham was very pretty. The bigger boy’s face looked smooth and mostly unblemished with a couple of reddened spots here and there. He didn’t really know what those red spots were, but they were kind of small and he only noticed a couple of them getting the impression they would go away soon enough. He also noticed how the other boy’s cheeks got kind of splotchy, sometimes turning a reddish kind of color which Marty thought was, well was, cute, the odd word sort of popped in his dreamy thoughts something he recalled from times gone by, but knew it was the way it described the other boy.
To Marty, the boy’s face sort of had a square or kind of long square shape, depending on how you looked, with strong features in a boyish kind of way that competed with his broad dimpled jaw line and wide forehead. He had thick wavy brown colored medium length hair a little long in the front, cut up around his ears, and cut short in the back. It was parted on the left side and combed to the right keeping his thick locks off his forehead and looking tidy. Marty’s own hair was much longer and all tangled because his ‘parents’ rarely cut it. Since he didn’t own a comb the boy barely managed to keep it from getting totally out of control by running his fingers through the matted mess.
The bigger boy also had a dusting of freckles along the bridge of his nose, between his eyebrows, and upper cheek bones. Even though Marty could tell Latham still had that kind of boyish look there was also something a bit more rugged and chiseled about his features, almost like an adult which reminded him of the other boy’s grandfather. Still overall the other boy’s innocent childlike appearance continued to outweigh his mature adult like facial structure like his wide sweeping mouth upturned at the ends in a smile which lit up his face and a petite slightly curved style nose gently sloping along the middle with nostrils that were perfectly shaped.
If this weren’t enough, Marty thought the other boy had the liveliest, active, and agile eyes with that shade of coloration he could only describe as piercing green. Within those green colored orbs were very subtle streaks of dull gray sprinkled throughout with hints of golden brown flakes near the small dark black circle at the center of his eyes. The thick round black ring along the outer edge only managed to show off the green coloration of his eyes making them pop, glitter, and piercing when he looked at the younger boy. Even the cut of Latham’s hair seemed to emphasize the intense strength of his gaze which at first seemed uncomfortable to Marty, but then began to draw him inwards into their gentle embrace. The bigger boy’s smooth barely blemished skin rounded off his youthful countenance in a striking and gentle kind of way.
There was something about the other boy which pleased Marty, and on the edges of his dream he could actually feel his thingy getting hard while he slept. In the past this would have bothered him and he would have woken up with fear gripping his insides, but tonight a deep slumbering state had washed over his entire body in its comforting embrace. The heat of the room along with the coziness of soft bed and covers didn’t allow him to wake up and he felt a warm fuzziness spread throughout his insides at the contentment he felt at the moment. He could even feel it spreading outwards from his stiff thingy as if it were bathing him in a golden kind of warm wetness.
It was then he realized something wasn’t quiet right and he struggled to wake up. It was difficult to do because he had never felt so wonderful in his life, not even when he got those tingling sensations during his beatings. During those times there was that sharp stinging pain from the metal rod the woman used on him followed by a sense of relief he felt which made his entire insides feel so alive and strangely wonderful. What he felt now spreading outwards from his hard thingy seemed similar yet somehow very different. It was confusing in his muddled state of mind because in some ways it was similar to those wonderful sensations he would get during a beating. Not the pain part of the beating, but the other part when he would get those tingly…
The rest of the thought never completely formed in his mind because he suddenly sat bolt upright all remnants of his sleepy foggy state immediately dissipating from his mind. Just the last of that dreamy thought now sent shivers up and down his spine in realization as he tried to get his bearings in a room that had gone completely black. His ears picked up the pounding rain all around him with the storm raging on. All he could make out were just vague dim shapes with panic beginning to rise inside of his small body.
It’s been a long time since something like this has happened in his sleep with dread and fear beginning to take hold and his body starting to shake uncontrollably because he knew what happened meant he’d be getting a beating for sure. Then in the back of his mind he could hear the familiar voice urging him to trust the other boy. He was reminded of what the bigger boy had told him just before he drifted off to sleep. Marty’s learned to trust the voice which would sometimes pop up at the most unexpected times, and it was now telling him to put the same trust into this other boy as Latham’s words sunk into his thoughts.
“I know it isn’t much, but you should be warm and comfortable enough. Later on when I go to bed I’ll add some more logs on to the fire. I’ll be out in the other room and when I go to bed I’ll be sleeping right over there.” The bigger boy had pointed out the bed Marty had sat on when getting cleaned up listening while the boy continued to talk. “Promise me if you need anything you will come to me.” The boy had pleaded which made Marty furl his eyebrows a bit confused because it had been so sincere. “Promise?” The other boy had insisted with Marty finally agreeing and nodding his head making the other boy smile, which oddly made him feel good too.
Then the strangest thing of all had happened with the older boy leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. It had triggered another memory from long ago when a hazy figure, a woman, had done the same thing, her sweet perfume and soapy fragrant scent lingering for a time even after she had gotten up and left. The gesture confused him because a warm sensation had spread throughout his insides and he could feel his thingy getting hard again. It also frustrated him a little because there were so many things he just didn’t understand as he had watched the boy go over to the funny shaped stove and toss in some wood making sure the room was warm enough for him.
His eyes had drifted towards the gap between the other boy’s legs, his curiosity compelling him to look, with his gaze settling on the obvious bulge pressing against Latham’s pants. It was right where he knew Latham’s thingy and jigglies were located, and for some reason it sent a shiver of excitement coursing through his body. The size of the bulge kind of surprised him because he knew it was way bigger than the small lump which always showed down there between his own legs. He continued to watch the boy so long as he could, but he had been too tired and before he knew it sleep had taken over.
Now with the room plunged in darkness, the boy sat on the bed with his knees drawn up to his chest in an almost instinctive protective manner while Marty gazed around trying to make things out. It was strange just how dark it was in the room because even in his old basement where his ‘parents’ kept him there was always a little light shining through the small windows along the walls by the ceiling. Now that he thought on it he realized it must have come from somewhere outside, maybe from a nearby street, but the cabin was nowhere near any streets or anything. With the storm raging outside it only made sense to him that not even the moon or stars were visible throwing everything all around into a deep darkened state. He could sort of make out some shapes inside the small room, but nothing distinctive. Coming to a decision he tossed aside the covers stirring around the stale air and crinkling his nose at the odd scent while he crawled out of bed.
After I had put Marty to bed my grandfather and I had tried to keep ourselves busy by witling away the time with little tasks before sitting down and discussing the kid. We pieced together what little information we knew about the smaller boy trying to figure out what we were going to do. My grandfather admitted with the weather being what it was he didn’t want to try taking the small boat across the lake so for now we would stay at the cabin. Since the kid seemed to have some sort of connection with me he thought it best I try to continue communicating with the boy while he remained more in the background.
It didn’t take long for the excitement of the day to catch up to me and it also looked like it had been a long one for Pops as well. So we both decided to call it a night with PopPop lighting the second Coleman lantern for me to use since it was truly dark tonight. Heading into my room Marty was fast asleep, his small form barely noticeable under the covers. Adding more wood to the small pot belly stove I banked it so the heat would smolder all night giving enough heat to keep it cozy in the room. After that I had slipped out of my clothes and in nothing but my white boy’s briefs and t-shirt slipped under the covers with thoughts of the day’s events swirling around in my mind.
Laying in bed my eyes gazed at the small figure along the other wall. An odd sensation crept over me, almost like a protective feeling towards the boy mixed in with something else I couldn’t quite understand. Shaking away the oddity of the moment I reached over and turned of the Coleman lantern my gaze on the small delicate netted wick glowing softly the light dissipating now that no gas was getting to it until it went completely dark. A few moments later I had closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Unlike the previous evening this one was filled with dreams that were pleasant as images of Joey once more filled my imagination while sprinkled here and there of the very adorably cute Marty. My mind kept focusing on Joey sitting there in the locker room completely naked while I walked down the isle and the way he blushed quickly covering himself up. Even in my slumbering state I could feel the twitching of my erection pressing against my tight boy’s briefs. I was lusting after Joey with my fantasy dwelling on the cute boy as we began to do some naughty things together in my dreams.
For some odd reason even Marty’s image began to take shape and my eyes began to focus on his small little tight package barely concealed beneath his damp wet pajama bottoms while he lay there on the table in the middle of our cabin. Even the outline of his penis was distinctly discernable in my dreams as I recalled how his small sprout and tightly packed purse had looked when I saw him lying there and took notice for the very first time. In my dreams I began to reach out for him while Joey was doing something I couldn’t quite make out, but was most definitely very pleasing to my hard penis.
The dream had turned very sexual in nature, which was both very disturbing yet also something I didn’t want to end. The idea of having a sexual fantasy with other boys was a bit confusing for me; especially, since technically I had a girlfriend and she most definitely turned me on in that sort of way. Now though, even in my subconscious state I could feel my stiff penis twitching around excitedly with the familiar erotic churning burning sensation beginning to take hold letting me know of my impending orgasm. It was as if I could actually feel the sensuous touching of Joey’s delicate fingers on my torrid equipment with a shaking sensation also beginning to take hold over my body.
All of this was reminiscent of my body shuddering in ecstasy, yet somehow I knew this isn’t what this was while I struggled with the direction my dream had taken me. My mind screamed to wake up before the inevitable happened and almost as if on cue I felt my body being shaken awake and I suddenly sat bolt upright in my bed the last remnant images of Joey’s fingers wrapped around my thick erection slipping away in my conscious state.
For the first several seconds I was a bit disoriented and I dipped my hand beneath the warmth of my blanket running it over the front of my underwear feeling my extremely sensitive stiff penis protest. It was pitch black in the room and I could hear the hard pelting of rain against the thick logs of the cabin. In the background the rumbling of thunder began to pick up reminding me that we were still in the middle of a storm which had gripped the region.
Pinching the tip of my knob I shuddered because it felt tender. I had come close to having my very first wet dream ever, reminding me I hadn’t taken care of my typical hormonal teenage needs before slipping into bed. I don’t know why I hadn’t jacked off getting my rocks off since it normally only took a minute or two. Maybe it was because of Marty sleeping close by, and with me having been a bit exhausted I had simply gone to sleep instead of following my usual ritual. This definitely was something I needed to watch out for in the future if I didn’t want to risk the embarrassment of spewing my cream smoothie while dead asleep; especially, if I had one of my friends sleeping over. I never had to worry about something like this before, but with the uncertainties of puberty running amuck and creating havoc on my body I’d have to be extra careful about those sorts of things in the future.
My fingers brushed over the small little dime sized damp spot on my underwear right at the spot where the tip of my knob was pressing against my briefs reminding me just how close I had come to totally spewing my seed while asleep. It now made me wonder why I had even woken up; especially, in regards to the fact I had most surely been completely out of it. Of course I knew boys sometimes woke up when they had an orgasm while asleep, but I had actually woken up right before it happened, almost as if shaken and roused from my sleep. It didn’t make sense to me because I knew once a boy was gripped in such a wild sexual fantasy it usually ended up with them letting it come to some sort of resolution, and in most cases in regards to boys going through puberty, this sort of conclusion normally meant a wet dream.
Then something grabbed my attention in the darkened room as if there was some movement close by. For a second fear gripped my insides until I realized the only explanation for this was it must be Marty. Reaching out a hand towards the spot I had detected some movement I brushed up against the boy’s leg feeling him flinch.
“Marty?” I whispered. “Is that you…is everything alright?” I asked quietly the only answer the soft nervous rasping of his breathing before I noticed something else, the familiar stale ammonia like scent assaulting my nose.
Taking a guess I moved my hand and brushed it across the front of his pajama bottoms. This time the boy didn’t even flinch at my light touch, not even when it brushed across the small lump of his soft penis, the unmistakable dampness making me frown. I felt a little bad for the kid sighing and understanding what he was going through.
“It’s alright Marty. Don’t worry about it. The same thing used to happen to me at times not all too long ago. We’ll get you all cleaned up in a jiffy.” I whispered reaching out and tugging on his shirt.
The smaller boy immediately reacted grabbing on to my hands nervously. “Marty, we’ve got to get you cleaned up and into something dry. It’s alright and you don’t have to worry. I mean it’s not like I can see anything since it is so damn dark in here.” I assured him pretty sure he didn’t want to be seen naked, but sensing the boy still hesitating.
I mean it had to be embarrassing for him to wet himself in bed as it was, and on top of it having to strip naked in front of a virtual stranger. Sure I’ve stripped naked before in front of others, but somehow that seemed different since for the most part it had been at school in front of other kids I knew. These days taking a shower at school wasn’t such a big deal, but it had been kind of awkward at first.
“Listen Marty I know it is a little embarrassing, but I swear I can’t see a thing. I mean it’s pretty dark in here and you probably can’t see too much of me either. Come-on let’s get you cleaned up. I even have a bottle of water by my bed and we can wash the sticky yucky stuff off before tucking you back into bed.” I promised patting his hand in the darkness for a moment before reaching out and placing my fingers along his waist.
The other boy hesitated for a moment deciding if he could trust me and then let his hand fall to his side in permission. Not wanting to make him nervous I didn’t say anything and hooked my thumbs in his pajama bottoms quickly tugging them down. They slid easily down his legs and I felt his hands touching my shoulders for stability when I removed them from his ankles. The pajama bottoms felt heavy as if they were pretty well soaked so I tossed them off to the side feeling a bit guilty that I hadn’t suggested he go pee before going to bed.
Reaching up I placed my hand against Marty’s stomach and allowed my fingers to slide downwards. The pajama top was fairly long hanging down around his thighs and I felt my fingers once more brushing across his small bulge. It didn’t feel so small now, not like when I had seen him sopping wet and cold on the table. Still I could tell they were typical for an eleven or twelve year old boy before puberty has set in. The feel of a small penis brushing across the back of my fingers sent a thrilling sensation all along my insides, but I didn’t linger on it because it would make the boy nervous about what I was doing so my hand continued downwards along the fabric.
Sighing softly I spoke up. “Yeah, just as I thought your pajama top is damp too along the bottom front. Here let’s get you out of them.” I told him softly working on the buttons and removing his shirt while the slow rumbling of thunder seemed to be getting closer.
The smaller boy tensed up and I felt his body shifting slightly as if he were craning his head to take a look towards the other side of the room. “It’s only a thunderstorm Marty and you are perfectly safe inside the cabin. If lightning does strike it’s grounded.” I offered up, and realizing he might not understand what it meant, I added. “It means if lightning does hit the cabin it will simply be grounded into the ground and it won’t hurt anything.” I spoke softly focusing on the soft material in my hand.
Instead of tossing his pajama top off to the side with his bottoms I held on to it rotating the material in my hands. Folding them in a way so I had a dry spot to work with I leaned over and blindly looked for my small bottle of water I normally kept on the floor by my bedside. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night with a dry throat so always had to drink close by.
Pouring some of it over a clean area on the soft material of the pajama tops I paused for a moment. “Alright Marty I put some clean water on your pajama tops and will use it to clean you off real quick, but it might be a little cold at first.” I informed him and immediately got to work without waiting for a response.
Running the damp material over his stomach first I felt him flinch at the initial contact, but he didn’t do anything to stop me. Working quickly I now ran the cloth along his waist towards the back making sure to get his butt cheeks. I didn’t linger long anywhere and just basically made sure to get him cleaned up as quickly as possible.
“Spread apart you legs.” I commanded tapping his inner thigh feeling the boy respond automatically while I dampened the cloth again before quickly washing off his thighs.
The smaller boy’s soft gentle hands were still resting lightly on my shoulders for stability while I worked and he had stepped up between my legs. I could tell he was standing very close to me and if I could actually see I just knew his young boy goods were probably staring me right in the face. I could even smell the faint odor of urine now mixed in with a bit of fresh clean water making me shiver excitedly that a naked boy was standing so close.
Pausing once more I hesitated because there was only one spot left. I thought about speaking up about it, but decided it would be best to just get it over with as I now unfolded his pajama bottoms. Adjusting the material so it now draped over my hand loosely instead of all bunched up, I found a dry spot and poured some more water over it and went for it. Reaching out I found the right spot just about in front of my face and literally wrapped my fingers around his goods. The boy didn’t even flinch, as if me groping his small boy penis and ball sack didn’t even bother him, which I thought odd.
A thrill coursed through my body because this was literally the first time I have ever felt another boy’s goods in my hand. Sure I had the soft material between his stuff and my hand, but the wet fabric did very little to conceal the feel of what he was packing between his legs while I ran my fingers along the short length of his penis. It didn’t seem as puny anymore like when I had seen him earlier, but they were still kind of small. It sort of felt as if he were cut, which didn’t really surprise me, and if I were to guess I figured it was probably about two and a half inches long in total reminding me of what mine was like not all too long ago. His slightly thicker knob felt about the same size as his shaft maybe slightly smaller at about an inch or so long.
My body began to tingle all over and my own penis immediately chubbed up making me thankful that it was pitch black in the room. I didn’t linger long at all on his rubbery like tube, just long enough to twirl the wet material over his small boy penis. It was pretty much only about a second or two and I could feel his pecker begin to stir as if he was going to pop a stiffie so immediately released it and moved down wrapping the tips of my fingers along his tight round ping pong sized boy baubles. I could feel his two little cherry sized testicles contract slightly at the initial contact so quickly wiped his purse clean only staying a second or two feeling my own penis twitching around excitedly.
For a moment it felt like I was going to blow my nut because it was so sexually stimulating for me, which only managed to reinforce how worked up I still was without having taken care of my typical needs before going to sleep. Pushing those thoughts aside I dumped his pajama tops off to the side where I figured his bottoms were located. Patting the smaller boy’s waist letting him know we were all done, I sighed with the breath catching in my throat because even though it may have been an awkward situation it nevertheless had been kind of a sexy experience. For all practical purposes it had been like feeling up another boy for the first time and even though I hadn’t actually felt skin on skin it was no less excitingly stimulating for me.
“Um…there…all finished. That wasn’t so bad now was it?” I asked when suddenly the whole room was lit up for a split second followed by the loud cracking of thunder.
The smaller boy immediately flinched at the suddenness of the lightning, his fingers instinctively clutching firmly on my shoulders. Even I had jolted my heart leaping in my throat while my eyes flared out in wide surprise because right there and only a few inches in front of my face, revealed in all its glory for a split second, was a stunningly beautiful spectacle. It had been very brief, but I could clearly see the shaft of the boy’s small penis with its bullet shaped knob, and just beneath it all, the smooth rounded tight knoll which hugged against the boy’s body tightly.
Even though it had been quick, everything about it was burned in my mind. Since he was standing so close in front of me his small boy packet was basically the only thing I saw with his small sized penis pointing out from his body and away from a pale hairless slate of ivory colored skin. Of course I had figured he was still hairless down there, but the brief glimpse reaffirmed my suspicions. Everything about the briefly illuminated moment had been beautiful before it all plunged back into darkness.
I swallowed the lump in my throat speaking up before this frightful event could settle into the smaller boy since it was obvious the thunder and lightning was a bit scary for him. “Here, let’s get you into something dry. I’ve got the perfect thing.” I announced noticing how the boy seemed to have settled down once more while my hands on his waist gently urged him to shift slightly off to the side.
I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me how the boy would be frightened about the thunder and lightning. From what I could tell he must have been right there close to the top of Cold Springs Lookout when the lightning must have struck the other night. I’m sure it had probably been a very terrifying experience for Marty; especially, out there in the dark completely soaked and all alone.
Kneeling down in front of my bed I opened up the lower right drawer and rummaged through it of a few seconds smiling when my hands came across something very familiar. Closing the drawer I stood up and reached out blindly trying to locate the boy. My hand brushed along Marty’s upper arm the boy flinching slightly at my touch. It wasn’t out of fear, but rather a natural reaction since he couldn’t see what was going on.
The room was so damn dark it reminded me of the spelunking trip I went on last year with the school. We were deep in the bowels of the earth when the guide instructed everyone to turn off their flashlights and head lamps. The entire cave plunged into complete darkness and as time passed while the man continued to talk it became obviously clear to everyone that our eyes would never adjust. It was pitch black and the point was how easy it would be to get lost in these caverns and never find our way out if we didn’t have some other source of light.
The small room wasn’t totally dark like the cave, but we were out in the middle of nowhere with a thick bank of stormy clouds blocking out virtually any light from the stars or moon. Along with the surrounding canopy of trees, it sure enough blocked out most of any lingering light plunging the entire room into darkness.
Running my fingers along the neckline of the shirt in my hand I found the tag indicating the back and stepped closer to the smaller boy sliding it over his head. “Here you go Marty. This shirt used to belong to my dad. He was a big tall guy like PopPop, but with broad shoulders and a strong body. I sometimes wear it to bed at night because it sort of reminds me of him. I loved the cologne he used to wear and even though his shirt’s been washed many times I still sometimes think I can smell him. When I’m feeling alone and afraid it always helps me fall asleep.” I explained settling the shirt over his small frame my hands tugging on the edges noting how it hung loosely over his small body coming all the way down past his calves.
Just then another flash of light and loud cracking of thunder made the small cabin shudder on its foundation. The suddenness of it even made me jump and yelp out a sharp squeak of fear and surprise making my heart thunder in my chest. On the other hand the smaller boy never uttered a sound, but in the brief flash of light I saw him jerk as well his eyes flying open widely in complete fear. Then to my surprise I felt his body pressing up against mine and he held on while the thunder rattled the small cabin.
The storm was all around us at the moment and I instinctively wrapped my arm around the small boy feeling him shivering for a moment before he stiffened up and to my disappointment took a step back. It was as if even despite the obvious fear from the thunderstorm, actually showing a connection to anyone else was even more of a terrifying prospect for the little guy. Sighing, I reached out and gently patted his arm reassuringly.
“It’s alright Marty. That one even caught me off guard for a second and if you hadn’t grabbed on to me first I would have done it to you. Anyway, why don’t you crawl into my bed? It’s a little small and will be tight, but I’m sure there is enough room for both of us since yours is wet.” I urged the smaller boy guiding him under the covers of my bed.
“I’ll be right back I’m just going to add some more wood to the stove to keep it toasty warm in our room until morning.” I told him making my way over towards the corner of the room knowing exactly where I needed to go and how many steps to take since I’ve done it so often in the past.
Kneeling down next to the potbelly stove I used a couple of split logs to open up the small hatch allowing soft light to spill inside the small room. Now that I could see I glanced over at the other boy in my bed and smiled fondly at him noticing how the boy’s eyes were staring at the lump between my legs. In my current position they were slightly spread outwards exposing the outline of my goods in the soft light spilling out into the room now. The overt gaze made my semi-hard penis twitch around excitedly. It was both embarrassing and flattering since I had a slight stiffie going on and with my boy’s briefs being a tad tight on me I was sure it left little to the imagination. Not wanting to make an issue of it I ignored the boy’s gaze focusing on putting some wood into the potbelly stove feeling my semi-hard penis slowly deflate.
Shoving the coals towards the back I began banking the wood so it could smolder when I heard a soft knocking on my door. “Yeah, we’re up Pops.” I called out the door slowly opening up and more light from my grandfather’s Coleman gas lantern lighting up the small room.
“I just wanted to check in on you boys since the storm seems to be picking up.” My grandfather stated noticing how Marty was in my bed and glancing towards me questioningly. “Are you two alright?”
“Um…yeah PopPop everything is fine. Marty just had an accident is all, but I told him it used to happen to me all the time.” I replied glancing towards the smaller boy and smiling trying to set his mind at ease because he seemed a bit tense and was watching my grandfather closely.
“Oh…I see.” My grandfather nodded stepping down into my room and making his way towards the smaller boy.
Marty stiffened and his eyes flared wider for a split second in fear before suddenly shifting into a more neutral appearance. It wasn’t the first time I’ve noticed this sort of thing which I thought was a really odd reaction. He seemed very good at concealing his emotion always trying to keep a disinterested kind of demeanor.
My grandfather had noticed as well so now tried to smile reassuringly towards the boy and hesitated briefly before taking a seat on my bed. Even though it no longer showed on Marty’s face I knew the boy was afraid, remaining completely motionless as if waiting for some punishment to be directed towards him. It never came with my grandfather instead reaching over and patting the boy affectionately on the cheek exhaling in a deep gentle sigh.
“It’s alright my boy these things tend to happen sometimes; especially, when you end up in a new bed somewhere out in the middle of nowhere.” PopPop chuckled, the boy relaxing slightly yet remaining alert. “Anyway, I take it my grandson managed to take care of you all proper like?” He asked waiting patiently for the other boy to respond.
Marty furled his eyebrows hesitating a moment not sure if he was supposed to respond. When my grandfather continued to sit there and arch his eyebrows at the boy questioningly, it finally seemed to sink in. The smaller boy nodded his head eliciting another response from PopPop.
“Good, I’d have expected no less from Latham since he’s gone through this on occasion as well.” He nodded knowingly and shifted his gaze towards me now. “How about I take his soiled pajamas and I’ll rinse them out before hanging them up by the stove so they can dry?” He asked while I nodded my head using some of the wood pieces to close up the hatch on the stove.
“Yeah sounds like a good idea.” I stated standing up and walking towards the vacant bed where Marty had been sleeping before he wet it. “What about his bedding?” I asked.
“Those too,” my grandfather grunted reaching over and picking up Marty’s soiled pajamas before standing up. “I’ll clean it up and then hang them as well.” He offered up while I bunched everything up and handed them over to PopPop.
The man smiled at me fondly before giving me a tender kiss on the forehead. He turned towards the other boy and crushing the soiled stuff in his right arm towards his body, placed his left hand on a vacant spot of the mattress before leaning over and giving Marty a kiss on his forehead as well.
“Don’t worry son it’ll be alright…you’ll see. Come tomorrow you will be able to wear the pajamas again.” He smiled fondly before stooping over and picking up the lantern with his left hand. “Hurry up Latham and hop in bed before I close the door and you stub your toe on something in the dark room he chuckled teasingly while I rolled my eyes.
It was a bit cramped in the small bed, but I scooted next to the warmth of Marty’s body and got settled under the blanket. “Goodnight boys and sleep tight.” My grandfather told us before closing the door with the room plunging back into darkness.
After my grandfather left the two of us shifted around a bit finding a comfortable position. We both ended up lying on our left side and I snuggled up to the warmth of Marty’s body draping my right arm over his torso and across his chest. I felt him stiffening up, his body trembling as if the contact frightened him.
“It’s alright Marty.” I sighed softly nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck and held him a tad tighter. “It’s a tight fit in this small bed, but I like cuddling up to you. That is if it is…um…you know…alright?” I asked with everything getting real quiet for several long moments.
It started to become a bit awkward when he didn’t respond in any way remaining all stiff. I was just getting ready to roll over on my other side thinking maybe he didn’t want this from me when I felt his body finally relax and his hand patting mine as if letting me know it was alright. I smiled happily and gave him a little squeeze letting him know I appreciated the gesture with the two of us remaining spooned together.
The boy still had a slight sour rank kind of odor mixed in with that clean fresh water scent. Underneath it all was an almost distinct kind of sweet boy scent which could only be something I would describe as unique to him and him alone. It all reminded me how maybe come tomorrow we should try having him get cleaned up properly by taking a nice hot shower. It wasn’t that he smelled horrible or anything, just bad enough to let me know he needed a proper shower. In a way his earthy like scent made me shiver lustfully and combined with the closeness of his lean warm body to mine I felt myself beginning to chub up.
We lay there cuddled up together, a warm feeling spreading throughout my insides at having the boy so close to me. Within moments I could hear the steady rhythmic breathing from the boy indicating he had slipped back asleep. It seemed to have happened quickly reminding me how the boy must still be exhausted from his ordeal as I hugged him tighter to me and whispered softly in his ear.
“What happened to you?” I wondered softly, a teardrop slipping down the side of my cheek while I sniffled because deep down I instinctively knew something awful had happened to the boy. “You’re safe now Marty. I’ll protect you…I…I swear.” I promised the boy while he slept in my arms feeling him stirring slightly.
The smaller boy shifted in his sleep cuddling closer towards me so his back was pressing up firmer against my chest. His butt cheeks pressed snuggly against my groin, and my penis immediately lurched back awake bloating up fully, now that it was nuzzled up against the warm softness of the boy’s backside. I instinctively rocked my hips forward feeling my erection slipping between the boy’s narrow butt crease as it rubbed against the soft cottony fabric of my father’s old shirt. My body shivered at the stimulating sensation and I forced myself to stop because I could feel the familiar churning of my boy juices which threatened to erupt like a volcano.
My body was trembling with my pubescent hormones bubbling to the surface. My balls began to ache and I knew if I didn’t take care of things I’d end up with blue balls, but I was kind of stuck. It wasn’t as if I could do much about the situation with Marty sleeping right next to me. I was horny as all fuck and it didn’t help that there was another warm body right next to me. Without realizing it my hand had somehow slithered downwards between Marty’s legs with my fingers tracing the outline of his small soft boy penis which was all scrunched up because of the way the boy was curled up in his sleep. Sighing I forced myself to release him feeling ashamed about how I had groped Marty while he was sleeping.
“Fuck it.” I whispered the entire situation finally too much for me to handle as I rolled on my back and tossed aside my covers.
Shoving down the front of my tight warm briefs I tucked the gummy band below my swollen boy sack exposing my goods to the elements and bending my knees slightly let them spread outwards. Of course it was pitch black in the room, but I really didn’t need any light to know what I was doing. Something like this came naturally as I ran my finger along the length of my swollen rubbery like tube stopping at the tip of my knob. It was damp and I could feel my thumb sliding around through my boy goop since pre-cum was leaching out from my slit like oil bubbling up through the ground.
My thick stalk felt extremely warm and I knew it wouldn’t take much before I spewed all over the place. Not that it ever really took much for me to explode, but lately I’ve been trying to make things last a little longer. So instead of getting right to it I decided to play around with myself a little by spreading the slimy substance over my sensitive glans and down along the length of my penis. It was strange how I could actually feel the pre-cum bubbling up from between my pee slit to actually slide down along the sides of my shaft. I’ve never leaked this much before and continued to run my fingers lightly over my twitching sprout careful not to over stimulate myself.
In a way it felt wonderful being continuously on the edge like this as I felt my testicles jerking around at times when my left hand squeezed them firmly. Even though I was being careful I knew things would be coming to a head here before long. I could already feel my impending orgasm and I had only been playing with myself for about a minute or so. Suddenly I felt Marty shifting and I froze thinking he must have woken up trying to listen despite the thundering noise in my chest and ears from my rapidly beating heart.
The boy had rolled on his back and I could feel his right leg sliding along the top of my left thigh. The way his soft skin felt when it slid along my inner thigh made me shiver and I felt my body jerk at the sensuous nature of it. My body suddenly stiffened up almost as if I was going to spew and I grunted trying to hold back the tidal wave. Panic took hold because if the boy was awake and I had an orgasm it would be kind of an awkward situation to try explaining away.
Marty’s leg finally came to rest bumping right up against my groin and rubbing along the side of my puffy ball sack making me groan and shiver because it felt so wonderful. Even the warmth of his body settling right up against me felt somehow stimulating. It was an innocent kind of contact, but still erotic because I’ve never been touched down there by anyone else, even if it was another boy’s leg. My whole body felt like it was on fire because of this innocent touching and my breathing came in rasping gasps since this had now evolved to a whole new level for me as I tried to determine if the other boy was awake.
“Marty?” I whispered knowing the boy wouldn’t answer but if he was awake he’d more than likely at least move to let me know.
Listening for any indication of the boy being awake all I detected was the steady rhythmic breathing right next to me. I could feel the heat from Marty’s body and the slight movement from his breathing indicating he was fast asleep. Without realizing it my right fist had wrapped around my four and a half inch swollen sprig and was slowly pumping up and down with my attention suddenly focused on the rising sensation deep inside of me.
It no longer mattered to me if Marty was awake or not because my hormonal animalistic teenaged side had now taken over and I was too far along to stop it. With Marty’s right leg draped over my left thigh, and his body butted up right next to me, it made things a bit awkward because my left arm was pinned. Managing to wriggle it free I let it plop down to the left of me while my right fist continued to pump my twitching basilisk. Without realizing it my left hand settled right over the top of Marty’s groin with my eyes flying open in surprise.
“Oh gawd.” I croaked because my left hand instinctively curled around Marty’s penis which had become completely hard with my fingers tracing the outline of his three inch erection before I fisted it completely, fabric and all.
With the boy sleeping on his back his penis was pointing horizontally towards his head as my fingers curled around it firmly. The way we were positioned the base of his shaft ended up along the groove of my thumb and finger while the tip of his penis barely poked out on the pinky side of my fist in what I could only describe as a reverse type of grip.
Even though the soft fabric of my father’s shirt covered up the other boy’s small sleek erection, it did very little to conceal the heat and rigidness of the boy’s goods as I slowly squeezed it. Suddenly I felt it begin to twitch and jerk around in my fist while his body stiffened up, and I instinctively knew the smaller boy was having an orgasm in his sleep, which I thought was wickedly sexy hot. That’s all it took with my own body suddenly seizing as well while my right hand constricted around my thick erection tightly milking it and my left hand clamped down firmly around Marty’s smaller spike which continued to vibrate in my fingers.
With Marty sleeping right next to me in his own silent and stiffened orgasmic fit, I tried to choke off the grunts of rapture while my climax ripped through my insides, but I couldn’t hold it back. “Rrrrrph, uuuumph, uuuumph, uuumph.” I hissed as softly as possible while my body jerked and I felt my testicles contract.
When my swollen nuggets contracted upwards I felt the familiar burning sensation rip through the inside of my fatty before something finally ejected at the tip end from my slit providing me with that euphoric sense of release. No sooner had my ejaculate erupted from the tip end of my knob when I felt a few drops splattering along my cheek and lips. Another quick spasm followed with a few more drops splattering against my stomach and a tiny amount oozing over the tip of my knob to slide along the length of my shaft.
Then without warning it was all over, leaving me gasping and panting for air. “Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd,” I whispered the high quickly fading away leaving me all spent in a good way as I now swiveled my head towards the other boy with panic once more clutching my insides.
Listening I sighed in relief because the other boy was still fast asleep, which I thought odd because I didn’t think a guy could sleep through an orgasm much less not even make a sound or squirm around. “Oh shit,” I chirped realizing I was still hanging on to Marty’s erection, which seemed to be deflating rapidly, so immediately released him.
The boy may have still been asleep, but it didn’t mean he might not wake up for whatever reason. There was no way I was going to try explaining why I had been messing with his boy goods; especially, since I was totally confused by the whole incident myself on many levels not knowing why I had groped him and inadvertently gave him an orgasm. Wiping away the slime from my cheek and mouth I rubbed the rest of it into my chest and stomach before pulling my underwear back into place over my soft pouch and damp shriveled up satiated worm. My wet clammy penis didn’t bother me in the slightest because I knew it would dry up soon enough on its own and I’d simply clean myself up in the morning when I had a bit of privacy.
Reaching for the blanket I covered us back up and without bothering to shift around simply allowed myself to fall asleep now that my needs were satiated. A sort of calmness surrounded us now and even the storm seemed to have settled down a bit as the rain, thunder, and lightning finally gave way to quietness. I knew it was merely a lull in the weather with it probably picking back up come morning, but for now I welcomed the peaceful tranquility and sank deeper into my dreams.
It was kind of strange, but even though I had satisfied my hormonal needs it still didn’t stop me from fantasizing about sex while I slept. It started out with my girlfriend, but quickly evolved into fantasies of Joey to my utter frustration which I felt even in my unconscious state. Even though I knew dreams of this type were normal for a boy, it still didn’t help ease my mind about it. It was still confusing for me while I slept and I knew come morning I wouldn’t be able to shake away the awkwardness of my feelings that have been popping up lately. Despite how it bewildered me, and how I felt about it all, I still managed to sleep soundly feeling comforted in a way with the smaller boy slumbering right next to me within the embrace of a calm tranquility all around us.
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End of Chapter Five: The Calm
Coming soon Chapter Six: Day Terrors
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